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Chapter 7

That night…

"Taylor, turn your light out. It's half past eleven." Taylor's mum stood in the doorway.

Taylor put down her book and reached for the light switch. "Sure mum, night."

Her mum left the room and Taylor settled down, but for some reason sleep evaded her and she lay on her bed staring wide-eyed into the darkness.

Too many thoughts were running through her head. Too many images were flashing through her mind: Kim, two men, one younger, one older, a statue. Was that statue really haunted? Yes, she'd heard rumours. The damn thing had supposedly killed her best friend. No way, it's not possible.

Taylor sat up. It was not possible. Quietly she pulled her sheets back. It wasn't possible. Opening her window, Taylor climbed onto her roof. Using the same route she and her friends had used only four nights ago she quickly made her way down to the ground. She still refused to believe the rumours.

Taylor quickly made her way up the street. The cold stones in the pavement dug unto her bare feet.

"Should have worn shoes," Taylor muttered. "Should be in bed, sleeping, not walking to the cemetery in the middle of the night to check if my best friend is haunting people."

Taylor heard a rustling behind her. "It's just a cat, or a dog," she whispered to herself. "Nothing else."

She reached the cemetery gates. Pale moonlight shone though the clouds adding an eerie feel and a dim glow to the place. Parked beside the gates was a sleek black car. It looked vaguely familiar.

"Who the hell is at the cemetery at this time of night?" Taylor muttered to herself.

What if it was Kim's murderer? All of a sudden Taylor felt a rush of fear. It was stupid to think a statue had killed her friend. Statues don't kill people!

A twig snapped and Taylor whirled around. Taylor ducked behind the car, hoping desperately she hadn't been seen. Crouching in the dirt with her heart pounding in her chest Taylor glanced around the back of the car.

"No one's out there, Tayles." A disembodied voice whispered into Taylor's ear. "It's just us."

Taylor's eyes grew wide and she forced herself to face the thing behind her.

"Kim?" She gasped.

Kim nodded.

Taylor screamed and ran.


For the fifth time in two days Sam and Dean found themselves back at the cemetery. Hoping that if Kim made a move they'd be the first to see it.

"Tell me again why we aren't just burning her bones?" Dean asked Sam. "Why all the waiting and the hiding and the doing nothing?" He pulled his gun from his waste band and began to fiddle with it.

"Dean, stop that. We're sitting here waiting because we're not even one hundred percent sure it's Kim killing the girls and I'm not going to dig her up unless we're certain."

"But, what if nothing happens tonight? What if nothing happens? What do we do then Sam? We can't let this…thing kill any more people. We have to stop it now!" Dean began to get agitated.

"I know that Dean. We'll figure this out but I'm not going to mutilate a corpse of some innocent girl." Sam turned to face Dean. "I just won't do it."

"I won't let more people die Sam. And I don't care how we end this as long as it's over."

"Dea-" Sam stopped as a scream rang out through the darkness.

Both boys leapt from the bush and raced towards the source of the scream.

"Taylor? Taylor is that you?" Dean called out into the dark. He pulled his gun out again and checked the safety was off. "Where are you?"

Quickly he and Sam worked their way past the graves looking for Taylor. Sam heard a slight rustle to the side. He nudged Dean with his elbow and silently pointed in the direction of the noise.

Carefully creeping over they realised the sound had come from behind the statue of Black Agnes. Dean motioned for Sam to go around one way. Dean went the other.

One step. Two.

Dean and Sam leapt from behind the statue.

"Taylor! What are you doing here?"

"Please tell me you're real"

"What? Yeah, we're real!" Dean's tone was indignant as he dragged the girl to her feet. "Look, you have to get out of here. It's not safe."

Taylor pulled herself from Dean's grasp. She took a step back and then should her head stubbornly.

"No. Kim's out there." She glanced past the statue.

Sam and Dean looked at each other and Dean groaned. They couldn't do this with this girl around. Especially once they started to dig up and burn the body of her best friend.

"Sam, get her out of here. I'll get to work on Kim's grave."

Sam nodded and began to lead Taylor away. Mindful to keep his gaze away from the statue, whose eyes were once again glowing red.


Dean made his way back to their previous hideout to gather the things he'd need for the burning. He gathered up a shovel and his duffle bag containing salt, lighter fluid and matches.

He picked his way over to Kim's grave. The eerie moonlight showed him the quickest route but the shadows hid the holes, bumps and other treacherous obstacles that threatened to trip the older Winchester.

Dean reached the grave and dropped his bag, maintaining a hold on the shovel. This he ploughed firmly into the dark soil. Sam had been right. The ground was still soft and it was easy to shovel.

As the third load of dirt was being removed from the grave a yell came from behind Dean, and he suddenly found himself flying through the air.

"Sonofa-" He let go of the shovel he was still holding onto and braced himself for the impact.

With a soft thud his flight was brought to an end by a tombstone. Dean groaned and got back on his feet. He reached to retrieve the shovel.

"no, No, NO!" The yell came again and Dean was spun backwards. This time he skidded to a halt on his bum. He looked up to see a young girl, Taylor's age, standing over him.

"No." She said. "Please, I didn't want to do it."

"You should have thought about that before you killed someone" Dean shook his head. Had he been thrown that hard, that he was actually talking morality with a ghost?

"No," Kim repeated it. This time she sounded less desperate and more annoyed. Dean knew that an annoyed ghost meant trouble. Where the hell was Sam? While he was distracting Kim Sam should have been digging.

"I didn't want to do it!" Dean found himself sliding backwards. He fumbled for his gun, which was missing. He cursed and looked around for something he could use as a weapon. He cursed again when he saw the ground around him was clear. He heard Kim speaking again and focused his attention back on her.

"The statue lady made me do it. She said it was my friends fault I was dead. That they dissevered to die as well. So you can't kill me. If you try…I'll kill you."

Dean was now backed up against the tombstone he'd collided with earlier. With no weapons to defend himself and no Sam to come to his rescue Dean decided to resort to reasoning with the thing.

"What do you mean the statue lady made you do it?" He asked Kim. This in particular had grabbed his attention. "Do you know where she's buried?"

Kim looked at Dean. "She's buried over there." She pointed over at the section of the graveyard where Dean and Sam had seen Taylor, where they'd been distracted by Dean tackling Sam, where they'd missed the one grave that could have ended all of this yesterday.

"I didn't want to do this" Kim was still speaking. "I liked you, and your brother, he's cute. I don't want to kill Taylor." Kim came towards Dean again, her hands outstretched to wrap them around Dean's throat.

"DEAN!" Sam's voice and the sound of a gun being fired rang out through the night.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief and found he had control of his body again. He got unsteadily to his feet.

"I know where she's buried."


OOOO, he knows where she is buried. YAY. tell me what you thought

Hayles