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

Chapter 30 - Nancy

Lockwood Estates

Blackridge, New Hampshire

Tuesday 11 March 2008

"I think I'll call her," I tell him, now desperate, "Even if she doesn't remember most of what happened, maybe she has something helpful for where Edward or the sword could be."

He gives a curt nod as I pull out my phone and go to the dining room. I scroll through my contacts, hesitating on Savannah's. I take a deep breath, and spin slowly around to make sure there are no ghosts around. The sleet morphs into hail, and slams into the walls of the house in a cacophony of unsettling noise. Whether or not we have the cars, it sounds like we're stuck inside. I lean to the side so I can check on Sam, noting that Dean is now thankfully indoors.

I look back down at the phone, and press dial.

She picks up on the fourth ring, giving me just enough time to worry that the cell phone towers are down.

"Nancy, is that you? Are you alright?"

"Hi Savannah. Yes, it's me."

"...What can I do for you?"

A wave of heavy hail distracts me for a moment, and I decide that there is no good way to ask my question. "Savannah, what do you remember about being at Lockwood Estates?" I say hesitantly.

"What?"

"Tell me what you saw," I say, clamping my eyes shut and hating myself for even asking her, "What made you quit ghost-hunting?"

"Nancy..."

"Savannah," I say, voice cracking, "Edward is missing, the object tying Caroline to Earth is missing, and we're running out of time." I wish so badly to tell her that she doesn't need to say anything, that we can figure this out without her reliving her experiences, but we can't. Not in time.

"...First, tell me where you are."

"Lockwood Estates. We have reason to believe Edward's being kept here somewhere."

"Nancy..." she says again.

"Tell me what you saw. Please. I am begging you."

She takes a deep breath. "Nancy, it wasn't what I saw. It was what I experienced."

"What do you mean?" I ask, feeling a chill run down my spine. Another wave of heavy hail causes the walls to creak enough for me to take a step back, towards the interior of the house. I hope the cars are okay.

"...I had blocked out most of those memories. That's why I haven't been able to help you. But... this afternoon, I purposefully looked into my old files. It brought back that night. I could have kept the door closed, Nancy, but I knew that I shouldn't. For your sake, Nancy, I grabbed that door and yanked it open."

There is a long, shaky pause.

"I don't want to talk about it. But I will. For you, Edward, and those two new friends of yours."

I wait with bated breath, not wanting to discount the sacrifice she has made for my sake.

"Nancy, I was kidnapped by the ghosts."

I straighten. "What."

"I am still half-convinced that I was drugged, or hallucinating, or dreaming, or what-have-you. I made myself believe that."

I swallow. "What happened?"

She sighs. "Please don't tell anyone this. I don't like talking about it, and I've come so far to hide from that life." She sounds so weak, broken. My heart aches.