GREEN RIVER, UTAH
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Hi, I am Teddy. Once you read this you
cannot get out. Finish reading this
until it is done! As I said, I am
Teddy. I am 7 years old. I have no eyes...
and blood all over my face. I am dead...
If you don't send this to at least 12
people I will come to your house at
midnight and I'll hide under your bed.
When you're asleep, I'll kill you.
Don't believe me?
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Patty Buckles rolled her eyes as she scanned the chain email. She closed it out and deleted it before she even finished reading. Glancing at the clock, she winced to see how late it was; she had to get up for class the next day. Standing from her computer desk, she stretched her arms over her head and went to her bed. It was only a few moments before she fell asleep to the sound of a talk show on her small television set. There was a rustling under her bed and the television began to flicker on and off. Patty heard a noise and opened her eyes slowly, only to find a small figure hovering over her. "Hi, I'm Teddy," The figure said in an unnatural, deep and growling voice. And the neighborhood awoke to the sound of her screams.
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A FEW WEEKS LATER…
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"I think I found a case," Ella said, glancing up from Sam's laptop. She was laying on her stomach across the queen sized bed in the motel room, tapping away at the keyboard in front of her as Dean watched something on tv, shoving his face with food as usual, and Oshea and Sam were watching something on the television.
"What is it?" Sam said as he looked up from the television. Oshea turned to look at her sibling. In the passed few weeks she and Ella had tried to get back into the swing of being on earth. Ella was much better at hiding her feelings and pushing onward. Oshea just could not do that. Most of the time, she wore her feelings on her sleeve. She had been very quiet lately and hadn't been eating much. Not once had she even mentioned her beloved lock picking kit.
"Utah, a town called Green River. Three deaths in the past two months. Could be just murders, but... they were all found in rooms locked from the inside. No sign of breaking and entering whatsoever," She arched a brow.
"Who were the victims? Did they have anything in common?" Oshea whispered, speaking for the first time that day.
"Not that I can tell," Ella said, tapping a few more keys. "The first two victims weren't even from around there. One was a secretary, the other a cashier at a grocery store. The third victim was a college student."
"What do you think, Dean? Should we check it out?" Sam said, turning toward his brother. Maybe a case was just what they needed to get Ella and Oshea out of the obvious slump they were in.
Dean, who was thinking the same thing, nodded. "Killed inside a locked room, sounds just weird enough for us."