𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧

Chapter 182-Another Attack

A little later, we heard about another mysterious attack that took place. One of the victims had survived, so the boys wanted to go back to the hospital to talk to her.
However, when they returned to the Impala, the story they told me was completely shocking. They said that the victim and her husband had been hiking through the woods, but they ended up getting lost and stumbling onto a small house. As they approached the house, a sweet old woman greeted them and invited them in for food and drinks. Once they started eating, they realized the woman had poisoned their food. As the husband fell, the old woman grabbed a knife and started stabbing him like it was fun. The victim said that she hadn't eaten as much as her husband, so she had the strength to fight back. She ended up pushing the old woman, causing her to fall and crack her head on the stove, and she took it as a chance to escape.

The last thing she added before the boys returned to me was that she thought she saw a beautiful little girl with long black hair and pale skin standing outside, watching the whole thing. So, after talking about the old woman, we made our way over to her house. We wanted to see if there were any signs of a spirit or a possible demon "well, there's no sulfur anywhere. How about the EMF?" Dean sighed as the two of us walked back into the living room with Sam "yeah, it's going nuts. When I went over here by the window..." Sam said as he pointed to it.

"There's definitely a spirit here." Sam said "who stood outside the crime scene and watched." Dean said "looks like." Sam nodded "what the hell do you make of that?" Dean asked "actually, I do have a theory. Uh, sort of." Sam sighed "hit me." Dean nodded as Sam sighed, looking almost embarrassed "well, I'm thinkin' about fairy tales." Sam said as he said that, I realized he was completely right "oh, that's....that's nice. You think about fairy tales often?" Dean said "no, he's right." I said as Dean looked at me, confused.

"Dean, I'm talking about the murders. A guy and a girl? Hiking through the woods, an old lady tries to eat 'em?" Sam asked "hansel and gretel." I said "and then we got three brothers, arguing over how to build houses, attacked by the Big Bad Wolf." Sam said as Dean nodded, now understanding "three Little Pigs." Dean said "yeah." Sam said "actually, those guys were a little chubby. Well, wait, I thought those things ended with, uh, everybody living happily ever after?" Dean asked "well...actually, the original ones were pretty gnarly." I frowned.

"Yeah. See, the Grimm Brothers' stuff was kinda the folklore of it's day, full of sex, violence, cannibalism. Now, it got sanitized over the years, turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories." Sam nodded "so, you think the murders are uh, what? A re-enactment?That's a little crazy." Dean said "crazy as what? Every day of our lives?" Sam asked "touché. How's the creepy ghost girl involved?" Dean asked "um...well, she must've been here for a reason. I'm willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site too." Sam said "we gotta do research now, don't we?"Dean asked.

As Sam shrugged and nodded while Dean closed his eyes and put his head back in frustration. Dean and I went to the library to find anything we could about the town or a little girl with black hair and pale skin. Sam went off and worked on his own research.
After several hours, Dean and I gave up, having found nothing. We met up with Sam outside of the library "so?" Sam asked when we reached him "checked every record they had. Found the usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size." Dean said, and then we walked across the road toward a park.

"Okay." Sam said "guess how many were little girls with black hair and pale skin, though." I said "zero?" Sam asked "zero! You wanna know how many little girls with black hair and pale skin that have gone missing? Right again. Zip. zilch, nada. Tell me you've got something good, 'cause we've totally wasted the last six hours." Dean explained "well, you ever hear of Lillian Bailey?" Sam asked as Dean and I shook our heads "she was a British medium from the 1930s." Sam explained "she got a thing for fairy tales?" Dean asked "nah, trances. See, she'd go into these unconscious states where, um, get this, her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by spirits." Sam said.

"A ghost puppet master." Dean nodded "yeah." Sam said "think that's what this kid is doing?Sending wolf-boy and grandma into trances, making them go kill-crazy?" Dean asked "could be. Ya know, kinda like uh-uh, spirit hypnosis or somethin'." Sam said "trances I get, but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre, even for us." Dean said as we stopped walking as we heard a loud croak from below us. We all slowly looked down to see a large bullfrog sitting on the path right in front of us.

"Yeah, you're right. That's completely normal." Sam said sarcastically as the bullfrog continued croaking "all right, maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales. I tell you one thing, there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog." Dean said as Sam looked up and pointed to a house across the street "hey. Check that out." Sam said. It was a cute house with a pumpkin sitting on the porch "yeah? It's close to Halloween." Dean said "you remember Cinderella? With the pumpkin that turns into a coach..." Sam asked.

Just as he said that, a mouse ran across the porch to the pumpkin "and the mice that become horses?" I gasped "you two are somethin' else." Dean said as he shook his head at us "it's worth checking out, though." I said as Dean sighed and nodded, and then we quickly walked across the street to the house.
However. when we knocked on the door, no one answered. So, we figured it was better to be safe than sorry and decided to pick the lock, but the boys just stood there staring at me.

"What?" | asked, confused "well, it's not going to pick itself." Dean shrugged and gestured for me to pick it "really?" I asked, not expecting that as Dean nodded and handed me his lockpick. I took it and got to work, it took a few tries and a lot longer than if they had just done it, but I eventually unlocked it "hmm, you actually did that faster than I expected." Dean said as he took the pick back, looking impressed. When the door creaked open, we all walked in "well, who knows, maybe you'll find your fairy godmother?" Dean smirked as Sam looked at Dean, annoyed. Sam walked one way, and I followed Dean in the opposite direction until we heard a rattling sound. They both drew their guns, and we followed the sound.

"Help! I'm in here!" A girl's voice rang through the house as we ran after the voice and followed it into the kitchen, where we found a teenage girl handcuffed to an oven "hey! Hey. It's okay. We're here, we're here. We got you." He said leaning forward and starting to pick her lock "you have to help me. She's a lunatic." She pleaded, exhausted "what happened?" Dean asked "my stepmom, she just freaked out, screamed at me, beat me. Chained me up." The girl explained.

"Where is she now?" Sam asked her "I don't know." She replied as the boys worried about the girl, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. I looked down the hallway to see a beautiful girl a little younger than me with long black hair and pale skin watching us "hey..." | whispered to the boys, who both looked up and spotted her too. I started walking down the hallway as Dean followed protectively after me. The girl turned and walked into the living room as I got closer to her, but once we walked in, she had disappeared. I sighed and turned to Dean but saw her standing behind him as I did.

As I stepped around him and walked up to her "what are you doing here?" I asked her as the girl stared at me, flickered, and then vanished. Leaving a red apple in her place. I bent down, picked it up, and handed it to Dean. We both examined it curiously and then gave each other confused expressions.