Chapter 6

Dean looked around anxiously for a ghost to pop up. When none came, he called to his brother.

"Sam! It's in here! It's in the kitchen!"

Sam came running and slid to a stop as he came to the door.

"What?"

Sam looked at Skye who was standing in the same position she had been in for the past five minutes.

"Um… hi…" Sam said, expecting an introduction.

"Sam, Skye Hunter; Skye, Sam Winchester."

Dean made the intro short and to the point so that he could forget about the beautiful girl standing next to him and concentrate on business.

"How much do you know about this?"

Dean grabbed the EMF detector and his gun from the floor.

"Well, it's the spirit of Miley Walker, the owner of the diner. Apparently, since she was also in politics as the mayor, her opponent that lost the election wanted to torture her. Obviously he was furious. He had won the past three elections straight. So he killed her family, secretly though. Only she knew he did it. Then he went to her diner and torched it, with her still inside. As her last defense, she pulled him in and killed him with a knife. That's why she killed Frank with one. It's her favourite murder weapon. Anyway, the building collapsed on her and now it's her grave. A new diner was rebuilt on top years later."

Both Winchesters had their eyes fixed on her as she told the story. Sam was the only one really listening, though. He was also the only one brave enough to say anything. Dean couldn't bring himself to say anything in fear that she would laugh at him.

"What woke her spirit?"

"Today is exactly six years, six months, and six days since her death."

"Triple six… the sign of the devil."

Just then, the lights started flickering and the ground started shaking. The tables from the dinning room flew across the room and smashed into the door, shattering the glass, and blocking their only way out. All they could hear was a high pitched screaming and moaning as the ground kept shaking like an earthquake.

"How do we kill this thing?"

Sam yelled over the noise while they all dropped their guns to put their hands over their ears.

"We can't! Poltergeists have to vent their anger until they feel they've sought revenge! All we can do is watch our backs and hope we don't get killed!"

Sam's eyes widened as Skye told him what they had to do. They exchanged looks right before the fridge came sliding, by itself, toward them. It pulled its own plug out of the wall and hurdled forward to the other wall. It smashed into the plastered structure, leaving a dent, and fell to the ground on its side. The lights continued flickering and the shrieks got louder. The tiles now started cracking from the quaking earth below them. The fridge opened its door to reveal its contents. Just as they began to wonder what could possibly happen next, the fridge started pelting them with vegetables, meats, and cheeses.

Dean dodged a jar of pickles that shattered on the cabinet next to him, the juice spattering out like fireworks. Sam kept trying to grab a jug of root beer that was beating him then dancing away from his reach. Skye ran to the far side of the kitchen, away from the fighting foods. She hoped that the poltergeist didn't know where she was. She realized that it did know her whereabouts when drawers opened, revealing a variety of Frank's sparkling clean utensils. Wide eyed, she immediately started scrambling away. Knives came raining down on her as she crawled and somersaulted out of their way. When the knives ceased fire, she laid flat on her back, panting and wondering if it was over. Dean came up to her. The refrigerator had stopped belching up food. He put out a hand.

"You okay?"

She took his hand. He helped her up from the dirty ground.

"Yeah, thanks. Has it stopped?"

Skye suddenly noticed that the sounds were gone and the ground no longer shook.

"I think so. Does this mean that we're done with it?"

"No. I think I know how we can kill it. We have to dig up the body and burn it. Then we have to burn the diner."

Sam came over to them now.

"Why do we have to burn the diner? Anna and the other workers said that this was like their home. We can't take that from them."

"We have to. Salting and burning the body won't do anything. She's still attached to the diner, well, her emotions anyway. As much as we don't want to, it's our job. We can't let anyone else die."

It was silent for only a few minutes as the boys thought it over.

"How do we get the bones? This building is on top of them."

That's why I brought a shovel…"

She looked around.

"Wait… where did it go?"