Chapter 3
Knock, knock. A girl with curly auburn hair answered the door. She looked distraught. Her eyes were all puffy from tears and her skin was pale.
"May I help you?"
Her voice was a bit shaky, but considering her situation, she was fairly calm.
"Yeah. We're friends of Frank. I'm Dean. This is Sam. We heard the news and had to see if you were okay."
Dean and Sam stood on the other side of the door, claiming they were someone they weren't, as usual.
"Oh, I didn't know. Come on in."
They walked in, looking around the house for signs of paranormal activity. Anna led them down the hall into the living room. They all sat down in black, suede chairs.
"So, Anna, what exactly was your connection with Frank, apart from the fact that you work together?"
Sam started the interrogation.
"Well, we were friends for as long as I can remember. When we heard there were job openings at Miley's, we both applied. We were both interested in cooking and things. We've been working there, now, for just over a year. It's been like a second home for us."
Anna blinked back the tears as thoughts of Frank came back to her. Next it was Dean's turn to ask a question.
"Now, in that time that you two have worked there, has anything weird ever happened? I mean, you said to the police that the knife moved by-itself. Anything like that?"
Anna started thinking back when a smile crept across her face. She looked down and shook her head.
"What is it?"
The boys seemed concerned.
"It's just… a few hours ago Frank's cousin came to town and came over to see if I was okay, like you are now. She asked me the same kinds of questions. When I told her exactly what I saw last night, she started rambling on about if I had seen the movie Poltergeist, and if this reminded me of it… of the spirit's actions in the movie…"
Sam and Dean gave each other the look. The look they normally give each other when something seems suspicious. Dean looked back at Anna.
"And what did you say?"
"Well, I said she was crazy to even bring up something like that. But it did kind of remind me of it. Then again… what I saw could have been someone holding a knife and I was just too scared that my mind was playing tricks… or…maybe…I'm going insane."
The last part she said in a whisper, afraid that this might be true.
"No. You're not going insane. I can promise you that."
"You know, that's exactly what she said."
They gave each other the look again.
"Do you, by any chance have a name, what she looked like, maybe what car she drove?"
Anna hesitated before answering Dean.
"Um… her name was Skye. She had long, dark brown hair. She seemed sort of gothic, I guess you could say by what she was wearing…she wore jeans that were torn and everything else was black. She didn't drive a car, she drove a motorcycle… a Harley, I think. All I remember was that, like her, it was all black. The only thing that wasn't was this… symbol."
"Do you know what it looked like?"
"Sure. I'll draw it for you."
Anna bent over the coffee table, picked up a pen and a stack of post-it notes and started drawing. When she had finished she passed the paper to Dean. He snatched it from her rather harshly. Sam moved closer to Dean to get a better look at it. The drawing was of an upside-down star in a circle. At the first glance of it they both knew what it was. The inverted pentagram.
"Thanks for helping us, and we're sorry for your loss."
The boys stood up and headed for the door. Before they reached it, Anna stopped them by saying,
"Oh, wait! Um… Frank's cousin… something strange that I noticed about her was that she always wore these black leather gloves. When I asked her about them, she seemed offended. I don't think she's ever taken them off by the looks of them."
Again they gave each other the look. Then the boys walked out without a word.