𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧

Chapter 2-The Women In White

Finally making it into town we get out of the car making our way towards an old movie theater seeing a girl putting up missing persons posters "I'll bet you that's her." Dean said as we walked towards her "you must be Amy." Sam said "yeah." She replied stopping what she was doing to look at us.

"Troy told us about you. We're his uncles and this is his cousin. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and this is Addie." Dean said as he pointed at each of us "he never mentioned you guys to me." Amy replied as she began making her way to the other side of the theater "well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much. We're up in
Modesto." Sam said as he looked at her.

"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around," Dean said as he stood in front of her while another woman came up and put her hand on Amy's arm. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked her "yeah." Amy replied while nodding "you mind if we ask you a few questions?" I asked her.

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Sitting in a booth at a local restaurant with the girls across from us I look up at them taking notice of their very edgy style "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and.....he never did." She sighed "he didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked her as he furrowed his eyebrow.

"No. Nothing I can remember." She replied while shaking her head at him as she began fidgeting with her necklace "I like your necklace." I said pointing at it "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents......with all that devil stuff." She said with a smile on her face as she chuckled at the thought.

"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil.
Really powerful. I mean if you believe in that sort of thing." I replied looking up at her "okay, thank you Unsolved Mysteries. Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So, if you've heard anything..." Dean said making the two girls look at each other "what is it?" I asked them.

"Well, it's just.....I mean, with all these guys going missing.....people talk." Rachel said looking up at us "what do they talk about?" Me, Sam, and Dean said in unison "it's kinda this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago.....well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up. They disappear forever." Rachel said looking up at us making us look at each other with knowing looks in our eyes.

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Once we leave the restaurant we made our way to the local library as the three of us sit around a computer beginning to do some research on this mysterious woman.

The first thing Dean typed into the search box was Female Murder Hitchhiking hitting search once he was finished typing as we watch the screen in anticipation waiting for it to load shortly after a screen popped up saying (0) Results for Search, so then he decided to type Female Murder Centennial Highway, but to mine and Sam's surprise he got the same thing as the last search.

"Let me try." I said sighing in frustration "I got it." Dean replied making me push him out of the way before moving to the middle "dude!" He said lightly smacking me on the shoulder "you're such a control freak." Sam whispered making me giggle slightly.

"So, angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" I asked them "yeah." Dean muttered "then, maybe it's not murder." I replied replacing "Murder" with "Suicide" in the search bar before hitting go as we all wait for it to load a website popped up as I moved the cursor to it and pushing it.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." Sam said as he scooted closer to me to read what was on the computer screen "does it say why she did it?" Dean asked us "yeah." Sam mumbled "what?" Dean asked him "an hour before they found her, she calls 9-1-1. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." I said sending a glance his way as he nods at me.

"Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it. Said husband, Joseph Welch." Sam said as he scrolled down to a few pictures of where she took her own life "that bridge look familiar to you, guys?" I asked them as I pointed at the picture.