Chapter 2

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The more I stare at it the more unreal it becomes. Just like telling an experience you had over and over. Once to your parents, another time to a friend, a few times at parties, and then one time you retell it and the story feels unreal. Like it's more fiction than true. Well as I look at it I don't need that long. In a few moments the lines start to blur and I have to convince myself what happened. I flip again through the pictures from last night. There are demons. A demon attacked you. Sam and Dean saved you. You had a good birthday. Then they had to leave.

I brush my fingers over the stitched up gash. The only real physical reminder I have. Demons are real and one attacked you. God I feel insane.

Leaving my nest of blankets and pillows I drop one foot at a time onto the chilly wood floor. My body casts a shadow along the wall as it aligns with the windows pouring beams of sun. The shadow gets smaller as I get closer to the wall to collect my work clothes. Some normalcy won't kill me, I need money anyways if i'm ever going to buy a new car. Yesterday it became a crushed up pile of rubble. With a heap of slacks, a blouse, and apron I head to the bathroom. Placing my clothes on top of the toilet seat I turn on the showerhead.

Unbuttoning and pulling off my clothes I suddenly get stuck in the middle of it. In the mirror in a steamy blur is something wrapped around my neck. Except I don't remember putting it on, or even buying it. I haven't seen the thing once before in my life. I hold up the pendant with quivering fingers, it's a circle about the size of my eye held on by a black thread. Examining it further I notice some writing imprinted on the inner and outer part of the pendant. However the words are from another language. The ring like pendant appears new without any sign of wear.

I suppose the brothers had to of given this to me. Or at least one of them. Was I that buzzed that I wouldn't notice?

Getting closer to the mirror I smear the foggy layer over the mirror so I can see myself. The necklace dangles a little below my collar bones it's grey ring swinging gently at movement. I haven't seen a necklace so unique. My face tinges pink thinking about one of them giving me a present. I'd be lying if I didn't think they were both attractive.

After showering and changing into my work attire I wonder whether or not to call Sam now and thank him. With the number in hand I pace in between rooms of the apartment. I don't want to bother them. Maybe after work would be better. I place the number in my bag along with my iPod and earbuds.

Spinning the apartment key around my ring finger after locking the door I head down the hall. An elderly woman wearing a vintage tattered dress walks aimlessly in front of me. As she turns around I see the deep hole in her skull. Most of died from a blow to the back of the head. She barely seems to notice me until I try to walk past her. Her ghostly face tips an unfriendly grin at me, the lights begin to flicker from above me. I already begin to dig for the salt in my purse. My body feels dizzy trying to leave with the now strobe lights above me. She'd disappear then reappear around me, an angry spirit she is.

But the flickering stops as I reach the end of the hall. I hear a croak like voice a distance behind me and with caution I turn my head around.

The woman stares at me her hands twitching at her sides. The paint on the walls peels faster at an alarming rate and I can feel my heart pump faster. I want to run, however there's something off. Her mouth stays partly open, the deathly moan crawls around the room while she tries to produce words.

In a stammered low bark the spirit makes out a word, "H-Hide-". After being able to say something she repeats the word like a chant. Over and over, louder and more serious. My eyes become teary with fear and I'm finally able to stumble out of the hall, down the stairs, and onto the street.

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