Paranormal

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

When Sam found out that the two women they had been talking to had the same abilities as him, he was completely on board with it, it made him feel even better knowing that he and his brother didn't have to lie to the girls. Of course, he worried that his brother might try to impress the girl he had pissed off earlier.

"What do you mean?" Asked Dean as he was now more aware of the situation.

"I mean," says Shela. "My friend and I, we're empaths, we can feel what other people feel," she continued. "We even sense if there are ghosts around or if something bad happens," she finished.

"We can't sense thoughts or see the future; we can only sense the emotions of those around us," Kristina explained as she took a sip from her water. "For example, if someone is feeling angry or upset we will be able to feel it,"

"That sounds like something a psychic or crazy person would say," Dean commented, and Sam had to elbow him for being disrespectful.

"This coming from a guy who hunts supernatural beings?" Shela said giving him a look.

"Oh, believe me sweetheart, I've seen crazier," he answered, causing Shela's face to turn bright red.

"Call me sweetheart again and I will hurt you," Shela warned whilst at the same time glaring at him. Kristina let out a small laugh just at the mere sight of her friend and Dean.

"Dean, focus, we've got more important things to worry about!" Sam yelled a bit embarrassed by his brother's actions.

"Sam's right, something attacked Elizabeth last night and chances are, it will attack again," Kristina said, hoping to prevent an argument from happening.

"Did anything strange happen to Elizabeth?" Dean asked, now taking the situation seriously.

"No, she was your typical straight A student," Kristina explained. "a high achiever and super-talented," she continued. "I didn't know her well, but she seemed nice,"

"You said this campus was haunted? Has anything like this happened before?" Sam asked.

"No, the spirits have never been this active," Shela answered.

"Well, it looks like we're going to be here for a while, is there a place we can stay?" Dean asked.

"There's plenty of room here, but don't try anything," Kristina warned. Later that night, Timothy was on his way back from Lacrosse practice, it had been a long day and he was exhausted to the core. He was sure that his teammates would be ready for their big game this weekend, as captain that was his job. However, the closer he got to Robert's hall the more uneasy he felt, it was like someone was watching him.

"Come on Tim, you're twenty-one years old, you can't still be afraid of the dark," he told himself as he used his ID to open the door, his roommate, Seth was out so it was the perfect opportunity to get some rest. He took off his Lacrosse gear and turned off the lights so he could take a nap, though, the second he laid down the lights flickered on. "What?" he said as he got up and turned the lights off, but the second he did, the lights began to flicker rapidly. Timothy felt a shiver run down his spine, what is happening? He thought to himself. The lights stopped flickering as Timothy thought that Seth was pranking him. The temperature in the room dropped drastically, he backed away briefly but as he backed toward the bed he could have sworn he heard someone whispering in his ear.

Timothy began to freak out as his heart sped up so much that he thought it would burst out of his chest. Suddenly, his crosse rose from his bag even though no one was holding it. Timothy tried to scream but a cold hand covered his mouth, so nothing came out. The stick flew toward him and struck him in the head leaving a trail of blood. The pain was almost unbearable, but Timothy was too terrified to move.