Sorry about the amazingly ginormous wait but here is the next chapter. I promise that i'll update faster because the fic is finished and all ready to go.


After an hour of searching and coming up with nothing, Dean became aware that he and Sam were about to reach the same spot. Grinning to himself, Dean doubled back around a tree then softy made his way to behind Sam.

Chapter 5

Slowly Dean got closer to Sam, making sure not to step on anything that would give his position away. He crouched behind a gravestone, grinning like a maniac as he watched Sam check another stone and curse to himself, then run his hand through his hair before moving to the next grave.

Dean got ready, waiting for Sam to bend down to read the name.

Lightning fast Dean sprang up and sprinted towards Sam. The wind in his ears blocked out all sound - later Dean wondered if that was why he didn't hear the twig snap under his foot. Sam must have heard it – Dean dived, but a split second before he connected with his brother, Sam leapt to the left.

Only open air stood between Dean and a rather solid looking ground. Dean curled up, tucking his head into his chest and rolled as he hit the ground. He got up and brushed the dirt from his shirt.

"Aww Sammy, why'd you have to move?" Dean moved to stand next to Sam.

"Because," Sam said, "you're a jerk, and I wanted to watch you fly."

Dean grinned and whacked Sam over head, but he immediately regretted it when he saw Sam's grimace of pain.

Dean's grin faded to a sheepish look. "Sorry Sammy. I forgot."

Sam scowled. "It's Sam. Now you think we could get back to work?" Sam turned back towards the graves and bent down to check the name on the grave.

Another twig snapped behind him.

"Dean, it wasn't funny the first time, it isn't funny now."

"That wasn't me." Dean replied.

Sam stood up again and Dean drew his gun.

"Who's there?" Dean called. "Come out now."

There was a rustling noise and Dean raised his gun a little higher.

"Wait! It's me. Oh god you have a gun. Don't shoot me." Taylor came rushing out from behind a small clump of bushes. She got half way to Sam and Dean then stopped. She narrowed her eyes as she glared at Sam then turned her cold gaze on Dean.

"What the hell are you doing with a gun? And why did you call him Sam?" Taylor pointed at Sam, confused and slightly hysterical.

"First off, you tell us what you're doing here?" Dean put away his gun. Sam nudged his brother to point out the girls black attire.

"I've been at Kim's funeral. Now you answer me. You told me that you were Wayne…King." It dawned on her. "Stupid. And I fell for it. Look, what the hell are you doing here? And don't give me some crap," Taylor's tone became sarcastic, "like, ohhh, that you've come to release some unhappy and vengeful spirit from its earth bound prison." She looked from Dean to Sam and saw the expressions on their faces. "Oh my god, you have, haven't you?"

Dean looked uncomfortable.

"It's the statue, Taylor." Sam stepped forward. "The…spirit of the woman it was built for is haunting this place. Its killing young girls and we're trying to…get rid of it."

Taylor rolled her eyes. "This is crap. You guys have lost your minds or something. I'm going and don't you dare come near me. Crap, you know where I live. Just stay away."

She walked away quickly, muttering something about homicidal maniacs and killing statues and glancing back every so often to make sure Sam and Dean weren't following her.

"I think she took that pretty well." Dean smirked. "No screaming, no police. Although I think she could have done without the whole 'the statues gunna kill us' speech."

"What ever," Sam grinned. "Lets just get out of here."

That night…

"Sophie, go to sleep honey. It's nearly midnight." Sophie looked up at her mum.

"Five more minutes. Please. I don't wanna turn off my light yet." Sophie's eyes were puffy from crying over her friend Kim. Her nose ran and she gave a loud sniff.

"I know it's been hard love, but, please. Try and get some rest."

Eventually, Sophie nodded. Her mum gathered her up in a tight hug before walking to the door.

"Night sweet" Sophie's mum turned off the light and gently shut the bedroom door. The room was plunged into darkness.

Sophie tossed and turned unable to get comfortable. The air in her room was icy.

Shivering, Sophie curled up and clutched her blankets around her but this did noting to alleviate the chills or melt away the pit in her stomach.

A cold breeze fluttered her curtains chilling Sophie to her bones. She got up to close her window. It was shut.

The hairs rose on the back of her neck and impulse forced Sophie to turn around.

"Hi Soph." Kim took a step forward. "What's wrong?" She giggled to herself.

Sophie stepped back. "Kim? No, it's not possible. You're dead. I was at your funeral today."

Kim fumed and the temperature dropped again. "I am not dead. But Sophie, that was mean of you. Trying to kill me. You left me at that statue all night.

You, Taylor, Bec and Morgan. You're all going to pay."

Kim came at Sophie who dodged out of the way. She ran down the stairs muttering, "she's dead, she's dead" over and over.

Sophie ran into through the lounge room and into the kitchen. Reaching for anything that could help her, Sophie's hand came to rest on the handle of her mum's favourite knife.

Wrapping her fingers around the handle, Sophie pulled the knife out of its block. The long, silver blade gleamed faintly, illuminated slightly by the thin beam of moonlight peeking through a gap in the curtains.

A flicker on the blade alerted Sophie to a movement behind her. She span around. Nothing. Slowly, Sophie breathed out a sigh of relief. Kim was no-where to be seen. It was nothing. She was hysterical and she'd made Kim up. That's all it was.

Turning, Sophie moved to face the kitchen door. Kim's face stared down at her.

Sophie made to scream but no sound came out. She turned and ran: around the counter, past the table and to the back door. Precious seconds were wasted struggling with the lock on the sliding door. Fear made Sophie's fingers thick and slow and she was unable to grasp the simple lock.

After what seemed like hours Sophie was able to flick the small lever that held the door closed. Cold, sweet air blew into the room as the door slid open.

Sophie shut it behind her hoping to slow Kim down, and then sprinted to the gate and into the street.

As she ran Sophie lost all sense of where she was running. Her entire consciousness was devoted to running. No other thought entered her mind. She could feel Kim breathing down her neck, she was catching up, Sophie could feel it.

She didn't look behind her for fear that it would slow her down, and for fear of what she might see. She just concentrated on the soft tap of her feet hitting the pavement.

Soon the cold feel of pavement under her feet changed to the rough and painful feel of loose gravel, tearing and ripping at her bare feet.

Sophie came back to awareness. She was in the cemetery, running past graves, past statues.

She stopped running. Kim was gone. Sophie had always been faster than Kim. Something she'd always teased Kim for.

Sophie looked around to get her bearings. In front of her was a fresh grave. The tombstone was clean. The lettering was still legible.

Kimberly Leanne Johnson

Beloved Daughter and Best Friend

16th March 1989 – 28th September 2006

Sophie let out a gasp. Why couldn't she have stopped somewhere else? It was bad enough she was seeing Kim in her house, in the street. Seeing Kim's grave brought everything back into focus. Sophie never saw her. She was gone, never coming back.

Sophie sank to her knees and the knife that had rested, forgotten, in her hand during the run fell to the ground.

"Why didn't you refuse the dare?" Sophie pummelled her fist into the fresh earth.

"Why didn't you just say 'no'?" She brought down her fist again, deepening the small crater left by her first blow.

"Why did you have to die?" This time Sophie raised the knife. She plunged it handle deep into the dirt. Her body shook with uncontrollable sobs.

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

Sophie spun her head around to face Kim, her chest still heaving from the run and from her outburst.

Kim took a step forward. Sophie shrieked and tried to stand. Something was holding her down.

Sophie glanced down. The handle of the knife protruded from the ground, pressing down into the cool dirt through Sophie's nightdress.

Sophie grabbed the handle and pulled with all her strength with little result. The knife was pinning her to the ground.

She tried to rip the fabric of the dress, but the seemingly flimsy cotton material held strong.

Sophie tried to scream but no sound emerged from her throat. Her mouth widened to form a silent "no" as Kim walked towards her.

"Are you sorry Sophie?" Kim asked as she came to a stop beside Sophie. "I am. She made me do it" Kim pointed behind her at the statue with the red glowing eyes.

Sophie found her voice and screamed.


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Hayles