Hello loyal readers! I have returned with yet another chapter of the exciting saga 'Of Hunters and Lovers'! Okay, I know those of you who enjoyed the 'Criss Angel Is A Douchebag' episode are going to be pissed, because I have decided to skip ahead to 'After School Special'. I'm so sorry to those who wanted me to write about it but, I have a confession to make; I absolutely HATED that episode! It pissed me off because I couldn't wrap my head around the whole 'magic' crap. Anyways, enjoy! Oh and I already have chapter 5 halfway written! Pay extra close attention to this chapter for hints as to what happens in the next one.
Chapter 4: Of Hidden Addictions and School Days
1 month after chapter 3 took place
Dean's P.O.V
I smirked at Vanessa's sleeping face resting on my bare chest, wrapping a muscled arm over her porcelain shoulders.
She shivered beneath me before scooting in closer, her taut nipples teasing my flesh.
I lay there for a moment, just taking in the sound of her soothing breath when her eyes open.
"Good morning Mr. Crazy." She teased, kissing my lips.
"Good morning Miss Sexy." I replied, pulling her into another kiss.
She giggled as she climbed on top of me, our kisses getting more and more passionate.
We were about to heed the call of the wild when a loud knock on the door interrupted us.
I groaned when Nessa climbed off of me and put on her white and red silk robe that was discarded on the floor.
"Who is it?" She inquired, stepping up closer to the door.
"Room service." A familiar voice called in.
"Okay, just give us a minute." Vanessa called back before throwing me a pair of jeans to put on.
I grumbled as I put them on, the ragged denim scraping against my manhood.
Vanessa let her robe slide into the nearby duffel before sliding on a silky ivory thong and matching tank.
I watched in disappointment as her perky nipples were covered by the thin slip of fabric.
Vanessa grabbed our bag of guns and threw them over her shoulder while sliding on a skirt the same shade of red as her hair.
I pulled on a black tee just as Nessa tugged open the door.
I gasped when I saw who stood there.
"You bitch!" I hissed, wrapping an arm around Vanessa to pull her closer to me.
"I thought we were over the whole 'bitch' thing Dean?" The demon smirked, leaning up against the doorway.
"Well apparently not. Now what the Hell do you want? You just interrupted us in the middle of something really important." I growled.
Vanessa shot me an annoyed look.
"I'm looking for Sammy. He needs to train." Ruby replied, poking her head through the doorway.
"He's not here. He's out with his girlfriend." Vanessa spoke up from behind me, taking a few steps forward.
Ruby's dark eyes went wide.
"He can't be. He just texted me ten minutes ago and told me to meet him at this motel." She replied, her brown eyes turning blacker and blacker.
I shrugged.
"Why don't you just leave him alone Ruby?" I growled when I heard Sam's motel door open.
"Hey, Ruby, there you are." Sam said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head nervously.
Beside me, Vanessa raised an eyebrow.
"So you're stepping out on Giselle now? That's really low Sam." She glared at my baby brother with enough hate to scare Satan.
"No Vanessa, it's not what you think. Ruby is just a friend of mine. She's been teaching me how to exercise demons lately. That's all there is to the relationship." Sam said, aggravated.
Vanessa's hard hazel eyes softened as she slid on her black booties that sat by the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked as she shoved past Sam and Ruby.
Without a word, she was bouncing down the steps, throwing her things into Giselle's trunk.
I watched as she bounced back up the steps and opened the door to her sister's motel room with a spare key card.
Before long, the two girls were in the Mustang, Giselle casting nervous glances in Sam's direction.
With a sigh, Sam followed Ruby back to his motel room, leaving me alone, wondering what the Hell had just happened.
Sam's P.O.V
I plopped down on the couch.
"I told you not to meet me here Ruby! Why the Hell would you come anyway?" I growled, watching Ruby closing the door.
Ruby smirked and tore off her t-shirt.
"I'm sorry; I figured you'd want some more of the good stuff." She teased her smooth flesh with a silver blade.
I gulped as the silver penetrated her flesh, and dark red blood seeped from the wound.
Ruby slinked closer to me, licking her blood off the knife.
"Strongest drug on the market. Want a taste?" She offered, wiping some onto her finger and putting it to my lips.
I licked it hungrily, before grabbing her hips and forcing her to come to me.
I stuck my tongue in the wound, sucking the blood out while Ruby moaned in pleasure.
"More, more." I pleaded, gulping it down like a feral child.
"Slow down big boy, wouldn't want you to O.D. on me." Ruby moaned, tugging me away by my hair.
I groaned and licked my lips.
I looked up into her eyes and saw that they'd turned a shocking blue, like Giselle's.
Her usually plain-Jane brown hair turned a richer, more chestnut color, and her skin sprouted light brown flecks and mounds.
'Giselle.' I thought, shaking my head.
"What's wrong Sam? Getting lightheaded?" Ruby teased, straddling my waist.
I pushed her off of me.
"Leave, now." I commanded, jolting up.
Ruby scowled but disappeared none the less.
I rested my back against the couch cushions.
My head spun slightly as I feel into a guilty sleep.
"Sam, Sammy? Wake up love." Giselle's soft voice lifted me out of my dreams.
I opened my eyes slowly, seeing Giselle's round face.
"Are you alright Sam?" She asked, cupping a hand under my chin.
"What's this on your chin?"
"Blood pudding, my friend Ruby brought it over. I would've saved you some, but I wasn't sure if you and Vanessa were going to eat." I responded lamely.
"Oh, yummy blood pudding." Giselle smirked.
"What did you do, shove your face in the bowl? I mean, look at you, you're covered in it!" She laughed, kissing a sticky spot on my cheek.
I pulled away quickly.
"Does it really look like that? Man I knew I was eating kinda fast, but I didn't think I was eating that fast. Better go wash up." I lied, quickly making my way to the motel bathroom.
"Ok, just hurry it up; we've got a new case that needs tending to!" Giselle called after me.
"Sure thing!" I called back, turning on the hot water in the sink and splashing it on my blood soaked face.
Steam filled the bathroom as I scrubbed the dry blood off my face, feeling disgusted and dirty.
Once my face was clean, I collected my things and met Giselle in the Mustang.
"Are you feeling okay Sam? You look kind of sick." Giselle asked when I hopped into the car.
"I'm fine." I said quickly.
Giselle shrugged before starting the engine and trailing Dean and Vanessa out of the parking lot.
"So, where did you and 'Nessa go?" I asked, turning away from the window.
"We went to go eat at that diner about a block away from the motel. She told me that you guys didn't want to go."
"Oh." Was all I said.
"What, you don't wanna hear about the case? I thought you of all people would love this one." Giselle teased, waving a folder in front of my face.
I smirked and took it from her.
"What's the case?" I asked, cracking open the folder.
"Truman High, class of '98. Ringing any bells Sammy?" She asks, her smile growing bigger.
"Are you serious? Why would I be so excited to go back to that dump?" I grimaced.
"Because that is where you and I first kissed, remember that?" Giselle smiled.
"Really? I thought that we first kissed at Roman High, in the weight room." I inquired, flipping through the case.
"Nope. You and I kissed behind the bushes at Truman High. I remember because that douchebag Dirk pushed you on top of me." She made a face at the memory.
I grimaced as well.
"So about this case, there was no sulfur, no smoke, but the victim was still being possessed? How is that even possible?" I asked.
Giselle shrugged.
"There have been reports of people being ridden by ghosts and demons for days on end, with none of the usual signs. Maybe it's just one of those cases." She shrugged and leaned up against the window.
"Maybe." I agreed.
We drove in silence for awhile, before Giselle's face went green.
At first she just swallowed and ignored it, but soon she was gagging and choking.
"What's wrong? Are you alright?" I asked, putting my hand to the small of her back.
"Oh crap, crap, crap!" She groaned, veering off to the side of the road.
She slammed on the brakes and put the Mustang in park, ignoring my question.
She threw open her door and ran into the thick underbrush beside us.
I stepped out of the car and heard her vomiting, making miserable noises as she did.
I ran to her side and held her hair back, not daring to look at the pool of vomit in front of her.
A few seconds later, after she stopped gagging and vomiting, she grabbed her hair back from me and tied it into a French bun.
"Are you alright Giselle?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her thin waist.
"Just a little car sick Sam. Would you mind driving while I take a nap in the back? My head is killing me." Giselle practically begged.
"Sure, here, let me get that for you." I replied, letting the seat forward and helping her lay down in the back.
She shot me a tired smile before I slid the seat back into place and climbed in.
~3 hours later~
I listened to Giselle's peaceful snores while struggling to keep my eyes open, when Dean parked the Impala in front of a motel.
I followed suit.
I reached behind me to the back seat and shook Giselle's shoulder.
"Wake up, we're here." I said, biting back the urge to laugh once I saw how childish Giselle looked when she slept.
"Five more minutes daddy, my head is hurting." Giselle pleaded in a sleepy child's voice.
I chuckled.
"Come on Elle, wake up." I urged.
Giselle turned to face me, her blue eyes rimmed with sleep.
"Where are we?" She asked with a yawn.
"Motel. You and Vanessa are going to stay here while Dean and I go check out the school." I explained.
Giselle shook her head, making her long brown hair fall from the loose bun she'd had it in.
"No, I wanna go." She whined, rubbing her eyes with her fists.
I rolled my eyes and handed her a stick of mint gum from the glove compartment.
"Here, chew on this, then go upstairs. We're going to plan our cover and review the case." I explained, exiting the car before letting her out.
Giselle chewed the gum vigorously while she joined her sister by Dean's Impala.
The two women clustered together and began to whisper.
Dean stepped out of the car and shot me a worried glance.
I raised an eyebrow before bounding over to them, bag in hand.
"What are you girls talking about?" Dean and I asked in unison.
Giselle cast a guilty look in our direction while Vanessa smiled.
"You'll find out when Giselle's ready to tell you." She teased, turning her back to us.
Dean sighed.
"Women; can't live with 'em, can't fuck without 'em." He joked, watching Vanessa strut away, her short skirt sashaying from side to side as she did.
I rolled my eyes before catching up to my girlfriend.
"What do you want to tell me?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her waist.
She cast yet another guilty glance in my direction.
"I'll tell you over dinner." She promised, disappearing into the main office of the motel.
I looked at Vanessa.
"Is she gonna propose to me or something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Vanessa shrugged.
"Something like that."
Nothing else was said about the subject.
"So what's our cover? FBI, CIA, Homeland Security, or Swedish exchange students?" Dean asked when we got up to our rooms.
"Subs. You can coach gym class, Vanessa can sub for the guitar teacher, Giselle can sub for the home economics teacher and I'll, well, I guess I'm stuck being a damn janitor." I explained, setting my things down on the bed.
"Cool, let's get dressed and go man, we're burning daylight." Vanessa declared, pulling a black bra, skinny jeans and several colorful tank tops from her bag and disappearing into the bathroom.
Giselle followed suit, pulling out a white short-sleeved button-down, a plaid/beige v-neck vest, and a grey pencil skirt from Vanessa's bag.
She disappeared into the bathroom with her sister, locking the door behind her.
I watched as Dean dug through his bag of clothes, looking for something a gym coach might wear.
"Uh Dean, I think that you and I can get our uniforms from the school." I said.
Dean stopped rummaging.
"Are you serious? That's such a pain in the ass though!" He complained.
I shrugged.
"Suck it up." I said plainly.
Dean punched my arm.
"Bitch." He mumbled.
"Jerk." I retorted.
A moment later, the girls were dressed and out the door, ready to take this case head on.
We piled into our cars, me and Dean in the Impala and Vanessa and Giselle in the Mustang, just like before.
"So, do you have any idea what Giselle wants to tell me?" I asked my older brother.
"Me? Why would I know anything Sammy?" Dean said nervously.
I raised an eyebrow.
"You're acting kinda weird Dean, are you sure you don't know anything?"
"Yeah I'm sure Sam. God, don't you trust me?" Dean shot me a faux shocked look.
"Not really." I mumbled under my breath, turning to the window.
~Fast Forward to School Clock-In~
I retrieved my janitor jumpsuit from the office before going to the janitor's closet for supplies.
On the way over, I made sure to check the EMF readings, finding nothing out of the usual.
I sighed as I pulled open the janitor's closet and found two teens in there making out.
"Oh, uh, sorry." I said, closing the door and walking away, silently hoping that the others were having better luck with this case than I was.
Dean's P.O.V
I paced the lamented floor of the gym, feeling powerful beside this group of sniveling teens.
"Today, we will play a game that requires 3 things, strength, agility, and cunning." I explained as I picked up a red kickball from the floor.
"A game that has one, extremely simple rule, dodge!" I pivoted around before throwing the ball at a random kid in order to prove my point.
I cringed when the kid fell back from the force.
"Substitute Coach Roth?" An effeminate voice called from the end of the line.
"Yes Salvador?" I answered, striding over to where he stood.
"Uh, Coach Harrison said that we can't play dodge ball because it's like, way too dangerous. I mean, I might break this perfect nose of mine if I get hit by one of those savages." Salvador whined, drawing out the 'a' in way.
"Well, Coach Harrison ain't here; she's in Wisconsin getting hitched to a farmer. That means that we are playing dodge ball." I said.
"But- -"
I blew the whistle in Sal's face.
"I don't wanna hear it! Take a lap!" I commanded.
He huffed before doing as he was told.
"Faster Sal, you're burnin' daylight!" I called after the slow runner.
The kid gave me the finger before high-tailing it.
I turned my back to him and faced the kids when I heard the gym door open.
I looked over and saw Sam waving me over.
"Go nuts." I said, tossing the bag of dodge balls into the air before going over to talk to my brother.
"Having fun?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"This whistle makes me their God. I love it!" I responded, tooting the whistle in his face.
He raised his eyebrow even higher.
"Right…..nice shorts by the way." He laughed.
I glanced down at the red shorts.
"Don't be jealous that you don't look as sexy as I do Sasquatch." I joked, striking a pose.
"Says the man who's wearing a 1960's sweat band and high water shorts." Sam laughed.
I shot him a glare, when Salvador came running to me with a bleeding nose.
"Go, go, and hurry it up. Walk it off!" I called, sending him to the bathroom to wash up.
"So, I circled the school about three and a half times and I- -"
"Wait, wait, wait three and half times? What happened to the other half?" I inquired.
Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Giselle and I got a little distracted during free period." He said, looking down at the floor, embarrassed.
I made a face.
"Gross, where'd you do it?" I asked, slightly curious.
Sam blushed again.
"2nd story boy's room." He admitted.
"You did it in the bathroom? What the Hell is wrong with you?" I exclaimed loudly, making the kids stop and stare.
"I didn't say to stop playing, now did I?" I called, blowing the whistle.
The kids grudgingly got back to the viscous game.
"Can we get back onto the subject please?" Sam asked.
"What, you and Giselle in the bathroom?" I replied.
Sam slapped me upside the head with a giant hand.
"No dumbass, the case!" He said harshly.
I rubbed the back of my sore head.
"God, you didn't have to hit me." I groaned.
Sam rolled his eyes before going back to business.
"Anyway, there's no sulfur, no EMF, no smoke, nothing. Giselle thinks it's a ghost, but I'm not too sure."
"Well, we'll wait for the next attack and see what happens." I suggest.
Sam looked shocked.
"We're really just gonna wait until the next attack to do anything? Are you seriously suggesting that?" He asked.
I shrugged.
"Yeah, why not?"
"I guess I figured you'd be more humane than that, but evidently I was wrong." Sam replied, exiting the gym.
"Bitch." I mumble under my breath.
Just as I turn my back to the door, Sam pokes his head through and mutters "Jerk."
With a smile I turn and flip my younger brother off before returning to my class of degenerates.
"Alright, new rule! Whoever cans the most players gets to coach the class!" I shout, much to the excitement of the teens.
With a smirk, I take a seat on the gym floor against the wall, watching the teens pelt each other with the kick balls.
'What a fun day.' I think to myself.
Giselle's P.O.V
"Hello class, my name is Miss Andrea Somers. I'll be subbing here for a couple of days. Anyways, today, we're going to be focusing on cooking. Any suggestions as to what we should prepare today?" I stood at the front of the small class room.
A young jock leaning back in his chair raised his hand.
"I don't know about these other guys, but I kinda wanna little slice of you sweetheart." He declared, earning barks and woofs from the other students.
I smiled and looked him over.
"What's your name kid?" I asked him.
"The name's Nick Fenton." He replied, an amused look in his eyes.
I shot a quick glance at the door and saw Sam (minus the gross jumpsuit) passing by the class.
He caught my eyes and I gestured him over to the room.
"Sorry to disappoint you Nick, but I'm afraid I'm off the menu." I said, gesturing to Sam when he opened the door.
"Hey babe, you wanted to see me?" He questioned, pecking my cheek.
"Yeah, just wait over there by the desk." I whispered, pointing to the solid oak desk in the back.
The students 'ooh-ed' and shouted out "Burned!" and "Rejected!"
"Alright, that's enough everyone! Now, back to the subject of cooking. We are going to be making a triple berry torte with gingerbread crust. This is the easiest thing I can think of, and it will only take about half an hour to make. You're gonna be graded on how well you work with your partner as well as the final product. You're going to need raspberries, blueberries, and blackberries, milk, eggs, almond and vanilla extract, cinnamon, and sugar. The instructions are on the Interactive Whiteboard for when you need them." I said, freezing the image on the board before making my way over to where Sam sat, feeling as nervous as I did when we first kissed.
Flashback to November 1997
Sam glanced across the courtyard, his hopeful eyes searching for his companion.
"I don't think she's here Sam, maybe we should just go." A nervous Barry suggests, seeing Dirk cross the courtyard towards them.
"Don't be silly Barry, she's over there!" Sam says, running towards the thin brunette girl that he'd known since they were toddlers.
"See ya later Barry!" Sam called to his friend, ignorant to the fact that Barry was about to be beat up by Dirk.
Giselle's hands were clammy, and her skin held goosebumps as Sam neared closer and closer still.
"Hey Elle, what's going up? I-I mean, what's going on?" Sam stumbled over his words.
"Not much Sam. Uh, do you have a second so I can talk to you, ya know, before we have to be stuck in the car with Dean and Nessa?" Giselle stuttered.
"Yeah! I mean sure. Where do you wanna talk?" Sam asked.
Giselle pointed to a secluded area across from the courtyard.
"Over there maybe?" She suggested, pulling Sam along behind her.
The two teens sat in the grassy area behind the tall bushes and started talking.
"Sam, I really like you a lot."
"Well, I like you too Giselle, I mean I've known you for my entire life, so I guess that'd be expected, huh?"
"No, I mean I really like you. Like the 'I wanna be your girlfriend' kind."
Giselle's smooth cheeks turned a rose color, as did Sam's.
"Oh. Well, I like you like that too. Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked.
Giselle nodded before closing her blue eyes, tilting her head to the left, and leaning in close, just like she'd seen in the movies.
Sam followed suit, turning his head to the right and crashing his soft lips onto hers.
The kiss was perfect, long, and sweet, that is until two strong hands pushed Sam, sending the two teens crashing onto their backs in the grass.
"Ha ha! Look at those two dorks! What, did I mess up your little make out session with your sister ya rednecks?" Dirk's shrill and taunting voice flicked out insults.
Sam stood up and helped his new girlfriend up out of the dirt.
"Come on Elle, let's get outta here." He said, looping his arm through hers.
Dirk lifted a handful of dirt and threw it at Sam's head.
Sam stopped in his tracks, Giselle un-looping her arm from his.
She turned and marched over to Dirk.
"Look you piece of crap, I'm so sick and tired of you messing with Sam and Barry! Lay off them, or else I will kick your fat ass! Ya got that punk?" Giselle shouted, cocking her fist back to punch him.
Sam grabbed his girlfriend's arm before the hit could connect with Barry's jaw.
"Just leave it alone Giselle." He advised, holding her hand and leading away, Dirk following.
Once the three teens were back in the courtyard, Dirk shoved Sam to the floor, sending Giselle with him.
"Damn it Dirk!" Giselle shouted, while Sam stood and faced the bully.
"What are you looking at freak?" Dirk growled, throwing a punch. Sam dodged it cleanly.
He landed a solid punch to Dirk's jaw, a hard kick to the groin, and a clean knockdown sweep.
"See, you aren't so tough, now are you? You're just a jerk. Yeah, Dirk the Jerk."
Around the teens, the large group of people began to cheer and cry out 'Dirk the Jerk! Dirk the Jerk!' as an embarrassed Dirk ran away.
Giselle smiled with pride as Sam took her hand again and invited Barry over for dinner.
The three walked off towards Dean and Vanessa, who sat under a tree making out.
~End Flashback~
I took a seat beside Sam. I planned on telling him today, but instead I asked him how the case was going.
"No EMF, no smoke, nothing. Do you still think it's a ghost?" He asked.
"I don't know but," I was cut off by the sound of Nick screaming his pretty boy lungs out.
Almost in perfect sync, Sam and I ran over to help the kid.
I took his mutilated hand from the Cuisinart processer and wrapped it in a nearby rag before escorting him to the nurse's office to wait for an ambulance.
As I was walking back to the class, I saw Dean coming out of the principal's office.
"Whatcha got?" I asked, peering over his shoulder.
He handed me the folder.
"In all the years, only 1 person died on campus. Some kid named Barry Cook. He slit his wrists in the 1st floor girl's bathroom, the same place where April killed Taylor." Dean informed me just as Sam came along.
"Barry? We knew him. Does it say what year he killed himself?" I asked.
Sam's eyes went wide.
"Dammit Barry, why? You were gonna do some great things kid." I heard him mumble.
"Says here, he died in December 8 1997."
"That was 2 weeks after we left Dean. Anthony and dad would have let us stay I could have helped the kid." Sam said guiltily.
"Barry was depressed Sam. I mean his parents were splitting up, his dog was slaughtered by those creeps, and he was always getting picked on and beat up, we couldn't have helped him Sam." I tried to reassure him, when another wave of nausea swept over me.
"Oh crap." I mumbled, running as fast as I could to the teacher's restroom and tossing my semi-digested lunch into the porcelain bowl.
Sam ran in after me, holding my hair and rubbing my back gently.
"Are you alright? I mean, I've never seen you that nauseous over blood before." He whispers.
I nod, dying to tell him the truth, but deciding against it.
I flush my lunch down the toilet before getting up and rinsing my face and mouth.
I knew I couldn't keep finding excuses for my nausea anymore, I was going to have to tell him, but later on, now was not the time.
~After school~
We burned Barry's bones before going back to the school at Sam and Vanessa's requests.
"We just want to say goodbye to our favorite teachers." They said.
Grudgingly, Dean and I obliged.
As we sat outside in our cars, Sam and Vanessa to go have their 'OH Captain, My Captain' moment, as Dean so appropriately put it.
I could only hope that this whole ordeal would be over before long.
~Vanessa's P.O.V
I moved up the stairs swiftly, searching for Mrs. Jenkins' 12th grade classroom.
Finding the door, I opened it and stepped in.
The blonde teacher sat at her desk, slumping over papers.
"Hi Mr. Jenkins, my name is Vanessa Redd. I don't know if you remember me but I used to be in your class about 12 years ago."
"Weren't you the girl that wrote about a student having an affair with that teacher?" Mrs. Jenkins asked, looking me up and down.
I smirked.
"Why yes ma'am, I was. Happy to see that you remember me." I smiled.
"So what brings you here Miss Redd?" She asked.
"I just wanted to thank you ma'am. You gave me some extremely great advice the day that I left Truman."
"And what advice was that Miss Redd?" The blonde stood and walked over to where I stood.
"You told me not to lose my individuality and to follow my dreams. I'm 90% sure that if it weren't for you, I'd be a gun-toting redneck like my dad was." I laughed.
Mrs. Jenkins cracked a smile.
"So what are you now Vanessa? I know you've always taken an interest in writing and music, so which did you choose?"
"Um, actually, I majored in Art History and minored in Journalism and Photography, but I had to drop out. So now I'm bartending down in Nebraska." I explained.
"Well that's too bad. The world needs writers like you. Strong-willed and hard-headed but willing to hear all the sides of a story. So tell me, whatever happened to you and that bad-ass Dean? You two always seemed so happy together.
I smiled, recalling getting sent to the office about 22 times with Dean for PDA's (Public Display of Affection) in the 4 weeks we attended Truman.
"We're still together, and he's calmed down somewhat since you saw him last." I laughed.
"Well that's great. I'm so glad you stopped by. Hey, maybe if you're in town tomorrow, would you mind coming in here and teaching these damn teenagers how to write a decent work of fiction?" Mrs. Jenkins asked.
"Sure, if we're still in town that is." I replied.
"Excellent! Thanks so much Vanessa. It is so great to see you after all these years." Mrs. Jenkins cracked a wide smile and hugged me.
"Great to see you too Mrs. Jenkins. I've gotta get going now, my baby sister is probably wondering where the Hell I am." I said, exiting the room.
On my way down the hall, I saw Sam talking to a teenage girl.
The girl stabbed him in the chest with a geometric compass before kicking him in the groin.
I ran over and threw salt into the girl/ghost's mouth, making her swallow it, black smoke exiting her and disappearing into the vents.
"I don't think Barry was behind all this." Sam said when I helped him up.
"Then what is?"
"We're going to find out, tonight."