The Haunting of Lockwood Estates | Nancy Drew x Supernatural Crossover 01

Chapter 22 - Nancy

Lockwood Estates

Blackridge, New Hampshire

Tuesday 11 March 2008

The face vanishes as rapidly as it appeared. Heart pounding like a battering ram against my chest, I drop to my knees to grab the phone, furiously aiming it around the empty room. The low light is hardly enough to see anything, but it is enough to determine that I am alone.

My heart is thundering against my rib cage. What was that? I suck in air, trying to calm my breathing.

Another chill tickles my neck. I snap my free hand up to cover it. Both hoods are covering my neck where the cool air came from. How? My hands turn to ice in fear.

Something brushes against my leg. I leap away, but again, nothing is there.

I spin around several times, an uneasy feeling in my gut. No one here. No one here. It's okay.

But something keeps me from believing it. Someone has to be here. The killer must be here, pulling some fake ghost stuff. That has to be it. They lured me in here with that voice.

Breathing heavily, I slowly walk backwards towards the hallway, constantly scanning the room around me with the dinky light. I'm alone here. I'm okay. It's fine.

My footsteps creak on the wood, breaking the complete silence of the room.

"Nancy! Are you upstairs?!" Dean's voice echoes through the house.

Something catches at the edge of my vision. Movement, in the corner, behind the bed. Just a trick of the eye, just a trick of the eye, just a trick of the eye.

My breathing gets louder. Just a few more steps into the hallway.

"NANCY! Get down here! Get out of that room!" They are getting closer, their footsteps like thunder.

Did that chair just move?

"NANCY!"

One of them grabs my wrist, and I am thankful that someone else is here to make sure I am okay.

Wait.

Why didn't they bring flashlights? And their footsteps are still well down the hallway...

I slowly use the phone's light to look over my shoulder.

It's the woman.

I try to scream, but all the air seems to have vanished from my lungs. This woman... she's not... human. Something undead radiates off of her bloodless skin. But what gets me is her eyes. Unfocused and milky white.

I see the dancing beams of flashlights in the hallway outside.

I drop the phone and yank myself free from the woman's grasp, running for the door, but it slams shut in my face. "DEAN!" I shout, yanking at the handle. It refuses to budge. I hammer at the wood. "DEAN!"

Panicking, I look behind me. The woman is just standing there in the middle of the room, lit only by the slight ambient glow of the phone.

A slice of warm light appears under the door from the boys' flashlights. They pound on their side of the door as I press my back against it in fear.

"NANCY! NANCY, can you hear us?!"

"NANCY! Answer us!"

I can't say a single thing. I open my mouth, but no words come out.

The phone light starts flickering, and the woman... teleports forward with every flash, like the fake ghost in the mirror at the Ryokan Hiei in Japan. This just has to be a trick right? Right?