Chapter Three
3rdPerson Point of View
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"Hi, I'm Special Agent Perry and this is my partner, Special Agent Smith. Is this the Ackerman-Simon Residence?" Sam asked the small, red-headed boy with large ears and glasses who appeared at the door while flashing their badges. The boy couldn't be more than 14 judging by the size of his body, but boy, were those ears large. He looked almost comical to the two brothers.
He doesn't answer, instead he runs back into the house, leaving Dean and Sam to stand at the front door.
"MUM!"
"David, what is it, honey?"
"Men at the door for you."
An attractive middle age woman then came out to the door and hesitantly approaches the door before the brother's repeated their introduction.
"Oh, please come in...Can I ask what this is about? It's not my Suzie, is it? She's been so much better since moving here...except that whole thing with Mr Beaumont...and with that Michael boy...She has a bit of a temper, but she really is a sweet girl." She says and sighs looking up, presumably towards the girls room.
"No, Mrs Ackerman, but she might be useful to our investigation. We're looking into the body found in your backyard, believed to be a Mr Hector De Silva," Sam replies gently, looking worriedly at his brother. This girl was becoming more intriguing and troublesome by the minute and the two brothers didn't like it.
She looks relieved, but only just.
"Oh, that was such a sad day. That poor man, Suzie was so sad when dug him up. But I don't know what the FBI would be interested in, regarding the case, I mean."
"We were just wondering if we could make any other connections to other unsolved cases and bodies found around the area in the past. Fill in the blanks, if we could, and give answers to any family still remaining." Sam explains as Dean looks around at the photos, and the framed bullet hole, with a smirk.
"Of course, what can I help with?"
"It will probably sound a bit weird Mrs Ackerman, but we were wondering if you had any flickering lights? Scratches on the walls, maybe? Cold spots? Anything unusual happen after the body was discovered?"
She looked perplexed at the questions and was about to answer when a large, beefy boy walked into the room and interrupted.
"Cold spots? Ha! Maybe it's Dave's ghost!" He said mockingly leering at the small redhead who had been lurking behind Dean and Sam, which they surprisingly had not noticed before. For a boy who looked so clumsy, he was surprisingly light on his feet.
"Dave's ghost?" Dean asked, turning to look at the boy behind him, with one brow arched.
The small boy, 'Dave' apparently, glared at his brother.
"It made sense at the time Bradley," he spoke.
Bradley began to laugh at his brother cruelly, before he once again opened his mouth. However he was interrupted with the simple word "Bugs" that came from his brother's mouth and sent him running out of the room looking green.
Dean and Sam looked at each other. "Bugs?" they asked together in confusion while also remembering their own experience with insects. Horrible little things are insects, especially bees.
The small red-headed boy only shook his head in mock-sadness. "Gets him every time, I wished I believed Suze earlier when she said that worked."
"David...what's going on?" his mother questioned.
"Nothing mum, honest!"
She still looked sceptical but let it go. Obviously the mother was left out of the loop a bit, which shocked them as Mrs Ackerman looked like a rather intelligent lady.
"I haven't heard anything, but the lights have flicked a few times. Do you think something may be hidden in the walls...the FBI can't believe in ghosts."
"Yes," Dean said, happily as he was given the perfect excuse, "They might of hidden things in the walls that could be connected to the body or the killers...do you mind if we look around, perhaps talk to your kids about the place. See if they've noticed or found anything?"
"Umm...sure. My daughter's not home at the moment, but I'm sure she'll happily talk to you once she gets home."
Dean almost snorts 'happily' he thinks jokingly, doubting the idea. 'Not from what I've heard of the girl so far.'