Present Day
Sarah looked at the picture of "her" family. "How would you like to get out of that picture?" Sarah asked.
"Yes, yes, yes," she heard.
"I'll let you out, if you do me a favor," she said.
"Anything," they all screamed.
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Mark and Ann Talesca were sitting at their dinner table eating when the doorbell rang. Mark got up to answer it.
"Sarah, what are you doing here?" he asked nervously, glancing back towards the dining room.
"I want you to leave your wife for me. You said you would," Sarah said.
"Sarah, this was a mistake. I love Ann, I'm not leaving her for you. It's over."
"It's over when I say it's over," Sarah said.
"Mark, who is it?" Ann asked coming to the door. "Hi, Sarah, what are you doing here?"
"I came to bring you a present. You two have been such good customers over the years."
"That's so sweet," Ann said. "Isn't it, honey?
"Yes, it sure is," Mark said through clenched teeth.
Sarah handed them a framed picture of a creepy looking family. "This was painted by my grandmother," Sarah said, knowing that Ann's good manners would not let her refuse such a gift.
"It's lovely," she said, not really meaning it. It was creepy as all get out.
"Thank you, Sarah," Mark said stiffly.
"Well, I really must be off now," Sarah said and turned to leave. She smiled to herself. At midnight, her former lover and his simpering wife would be dead.
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"So, should we hang this up or what?" Mark asked.
"I think so," Ann said. "She might stop by again and we wouldn't want to hurt her feelings. Let's put it over the mantel."
"Seriously?" Mark asked.
They hung up the painting. "It's almost midnight, we should probably turn in. I've got an early day tomorrow," Ann said.
"Yeah, me too," Mark agreed.
They headed upstairs and were just turning down the covers when they heard a noise. Mark turned around to see the people from the painting, all holding razor blades. He opened his mouth to scream, but the little girl slashed his throat before a sound came out. The last thing he saw before he died, was two little boys slashing Ann's throat, while their parents looked on with smiles.
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Dean was standing by the bar flirting with two girls, when he saw Sam signaling to him. He tried to ignore him and continue his conversation, but Sam just signaled more urgently. "Excuse me, I'll be right back," Dean said and headed over to Sam. "What's up?"
"Mark and Ann Telesca were killed, no prints, no forced entry," Sam said.
"Sounds like a ghost," Dean acknowledged.
"Yeah, we should definitely check it out," Sam said.
Dean looked back at the girls at the bar. "We can't pick this up until morning, though, right?"
"Right," Sam agreed.
"Great!" Dean said. "There's two of them you know."
"No thanks, Dean. I can get my own dates."
"I know you can, but you don't," Dean admonished.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," Dean answered and went back to the girls.
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The next morning, Sam and Dean went to check out the house.
"It's completely empty. Where's all their stuff?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. Let's check for EMF. You take the second floor, I'll check down here," Sam suggested.
Twenty minutes later, Dean came back downstairs. "I got nothing."
"Me neither," Sam said. "Maybe it was a cursed object."
"But there are no objects here," Dean countered.
"I'm sure there were objects here before they died," Sam reasoned.
"So, we're back to my original question. Where's all their stuff?"
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After asking around, they found out that the Telescas' stuff was being auctioned off at Blake's Auction house. They went to check it out. They were wandering around the exhibits, trying to subtly check for EMF when a creepy painting caught Sam's eye. He was staring at it, mesmerized, when he heard a voice behind him. "You don't like that ugly thing, do you?"
Sam turned to see a beautiful brunette smiling up at him.
"Um, no, not exactly, it's just, um…" Sam broke off.
"I'm Sarah Blake," she introduced herself.
"Sam Connors, and this is my brother Dean."
"Hi," Sarah acknowledged Dean and then turned back to Sam. "Can I help you with anything?"
"Yeah, actually, what can you tell me about the Telesca estate?"
"They died a couple of days ago and their will specified for all of their belongings to be auctioned off and the proceeds given to charity."
"Could we see the provenances?" Sam asked.
"Sure, I don't have time to get them to you right now, but if you want to come over for dinner tonight, I'll give them to you," Sarah offered.
"That's great. He'll be here at 7," Dean interjected before Sam could turn her down.
Sam gave Dean a dirty look and then looked at Sarah and smiled, "I'll see you then."
"Great, I have to get back to working the crowd now," she smiled and turned back to the rest of the room.
Sam and Dean exited the building and Sam hit Dean on the head.
"Ow, what was that for?"
"I don't want to have dinner with her?" Sam whined.
"Why not? She's pretty and she likes you," Dean said.
Sam just gave Dean a dirty look and got into the car. Dean joined him a second later. "Sam, what's your problem?"
"Nothing, never mind," Sam sulked.
Dean decided to just let it go. Hopefully it would go well tonight, and Sam would get back in the saddle again.