"Grace," my dad said from the doorway to my room. "Uncle Sam called. We got a poltergeist problem. You in?"
"You know I'm always up for a hunt." I said.
"Grab your stuff and let's go. We might be gone a few days."
"Is dad coming?"
"Not this time. Your grandpa needs him." I had to giggle a bit. Come on, you would to if your dad just casually called God Grandpa. "We leave in ten minutes. Pack a bag and say goodbye to your father."
"Got it." I got up from my bed and grabbed the bag from beneath it. It had all my fake ID's, (some of which my parents don't know about) and EMF. I grabbed my reporter disguise and other clothes. I pushed passed the clothes and grabbed the holsters from the back of the closet. Two leg holsters and belt. The leg holsters held two knives each and the belt held six. Each blade was specially charmed to kill demons, skin walkers, basically anything that goes bump in the night. I put everything in the bag and slung it over my shoulder.
"By dad." I said, giving my father a hug.
"Be careful." He said. "No boys."
"Dad, it's a hunt. Not a party."
"Just stay safe."
"Yes Dad."
"Grace," My dad said from the stairs. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah Daddy. Bye Dad." I kissed his cheek and headed to the Impala.
"You got everything?" My dad asked.
"Yep. Got my knives, holsters, clothes, and ID's." I checked off the mental list.
"Good. Let's roll." He turned on a Bon Jovi tape and started singing along. This was going to be a long drive.
The town was an hour away. The entire time I had to listen to my dad sing every Bon Jovi song he owned. Uncle Sam was already in town and got a room at a crappy motel. When we finally pulled up I was beyond great full. I immediately jumped out of the car and ran to the room.
"Hey kiddo." Uncle Sam said when he opened the door.
"Hey Uncle Sam." I said.
"Def Leppard?"
"Bon Jovi." We had the same conversation every time we met up with him for a hunt. Since him and I had the same taste in music.
"You're rotting your daughters brain!" Uncle Sam called to my dad.
"My brain is perfectly fine." I argued. "If it wasn't I would listen to that willingly."
"Get in here." Uncle Sam laughed. The room was decent. Three beds, a small kitchen, and a tv.
"So, what's the problem?" Dad asked.
"Some poltergeist causing problems in the town a few minutes away." Uncle Sam said.
"Three, actually." I said. "Or two very strong ones."
"How do you know?" Dad asked.
"Remember Daddy, angel powers."
"Alright, I forgot. That doesn't entitle you to be a smart ass."
"There's something else here too." I said. "I can't tell you what it is but it feels familiar."
"Should we be worrying about it?" Uncle Sam asked.
"Probably not." I said. "We should be worrying about the poltergeists."
"Grace is right." Dad said. "We hunt the poltergeists down then worry about this thing."
"It's probably nothing anyway." I said.
"Just keep your eyes open." Uncle Sam said. "This thing could be dangerous."
"I'll make sure to tell you if if find out what it is." I said. The feeling unnerved me. It felt extremely familiar, but I couldn't place it. I couldn't let Dad and Uncle Sam know how uneasy I felt about it or they wouldn't let me out of their sight.
"Anyway, where to first?" Dad asked.
"There's an old mental hospital turned apartment complex. Six people have gone missing. All teenage girls. All brunette." Uncle Sam said.
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"You didn't bother to tell me this when you called?" Dad asked.
"I didn't think you would come."
"Damn right we wouldn't come. I sure as hell wouldn't have brought my brunette, teenage daughter."
"I need help here."
"I would have left her home if I knew." He turned to me. "Come on Grace. I'm taking you home."
"I want to stay." I said.
"What?"
"I want to stay and help. Yes I am a target, but I know how to protect myself."
"I don't like this." Dad said. "Your father won't either."
"I'm not a little kid anymore." I protested. "You can't pull that card on me."
"Fine. You can stay. But one sign of trouble and were gone." Dad said.
"Don't worry Daddy. I'll be fine." I smiled at him.