•Unwritten•

Eight

The intense heat from the flames made my skin feel as though it was going to melt from me. Usually in this nightmare, I was watching from the side, paralysed but this time it was me on the ceiling, not my mother. I tried to wriggle free but I couldn't, my arms were stuck beside my head and my neck was crooked to the side. Tears dropped from my eyes into the empty cot below me. Then I saw the yellow eyes, staring up at me. Unlike the normal scenario, he didn't just stare at me, instead he began to smile. It was menacing, petrifying even, as he grinned at me and it took me a while but then I clocked. I knew that face, I'd seen it in photos before. That was my father- Joseph John Hartley.

"Faith!" I woke up with a gasp, shooting up from the bed and panting. That dream felt so real, it was almost as if my mind was slowly trying to put together the pieces of the night my mother died. "Faith?" Dean sat down on the bed, his hand placed on my arm from shaking me. "Are you okay? You were screaming."

"I was?" I brought my hand up to my face and rubbed it, my palms were clammy. Dean nodded and I sighed, muttering an apology.

"Sammy has dreams like that." He said rubbing my arm reassuringly. "They really take it out of him." I nodded and pushed the quilt off of my heat filled body. Dean continued to stare at me like he had something to say but not sure whether it was a good time to say it.

"What?" I asked knowingly and he bit his lip for a second.

"There are cops outside, another girl has gone missing."

I sighed, suddenly feeling guilty for sleeping when I could've been helping. I climbed out of the bed and grabbed my hairbrush, giving it a quick once over before tying it back into a pony tail. Dean stayed sat on my bed, looking uncomfortable and I frowned before realising I was just stood in the plaid T-shirt he had gotten me. I quickly tugged at the bottom of it to cover my underwear and Dean grinned before throwing me over a pair of trousers. He stood up and walked out leaving me the privacy to change and then I walked out to join him and Jo in the living room.

Jo gave me a warm smile as I entered, and I took a seat beside her at the table.

"Teresa Ellis, Apartment 2F. Boyfriend reported her missing around dawn." Dean said.

"And her apartment?" Jo asked.

"Cracks all over the plaster, walls, ceiling. There was ectoplasm, too." Dean responded. I glanced over at the clock and saw it was 10am, I never usually slept in that late. The nightmare must have really kept me down.

"Based on that and the hair we found in the vents, it's probably coming from inside the walls." I said and the pair of them nodded.

"But who is it? Building's history is totally clean." Dean said before sighing and plopping himself down in the chair opposite me. Jo moved quickly, grabbing a pile of photographs and flipping through them.

"Well, maybe we're looking in the wrong place." She muttered before sliding a photograph out into the middle of the table for Dean and I to look at.

"An empty field?" I asked, frowning.

"It's where this building was built. Take a look at the one next door. The windows." I squinted to take a closer look where I noticed the windows were barred. Jo sighed and pulled out her phone, dialling Ash and then walking out of the room to speak to him.

Dean looked over the photograph again before leaning back and grabbing his cup of coffee. A sudden wave of tiredness washed over me and I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand. Dean frowned at me and then handed me his full cup. "You look like you need this more than me. Even after all that sleep." He smiled kindly and I accepted the coffee, taking a nice warm sip. I could already feel it re-energising me as I swallowed, it warmed up my veins.