Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 3 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 6

Buckle up!

We're going on a rollercoaster of emotions.

It was late but Sam and Dean thought it was our best shot. They told me to take a nap and they'll wake me up when it's time to go. I fully intended doing the way I was asked but I couldn't put my mind at ease. Thoughts were shifting through my brain at the speed of light and none of them were happy or comforting. I believed I was ready to go back to that place but what I've learnt during those sleepless hours was that I'm wrong. But we were here on the account of getting answers about me and the part of my story even I never got to know the truth of.

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I was in bed, covered in blankets, staring at the ceiling in complete silence when Sam came in as quietly as he could. I shut my eyes immediately pretending to be asleep to fool him into thinking I got my rest as he and his brother wanted me to. He walked closer, gently pushed me and whispered "hey" 2 times. I imitated waking up and he asked me to get myself together because we need to leave shortly. It wasn't an order, more like a request. He was awfully nice on purpose I think.

The Bramham House was our destination. The journey wasn't long, about one and half hour drive from the hostel. I parked the car near Bramham Park, the boys brought shotguns loaded with salt and a pair of pistols in case we needed protection not only against ghosts but humans too. We followed the dirt road and ended up right at the edge of the forest where we saw the tumbling building with broken windows and the sealed off front door. The atmosphere was eerie and made me jumpy as hell, got the collywobbles and all. For a second I was sure I saw someone running in the back of the building but later I realised was only imagining thigs. Or recalling memories in this weakened state of mind.

I asked "What's next?" as we walked down the path leading to the house but before Dean had a chance to answer Sam heard a noise. Seems like this place not only made me tense but had a very similar effect on the boys as well.

Dean grabbed my hand and we backed off to hide from plain sight. We were only there for 10 minutes and already had to find a spot in the bushes, brilliant.

A man walked out of the woods with a modified shooter in his right hand. Dual barrels, twice the fun. The same guy from the CCTV camera tape. "What's he doing here?" The plot thickens.

Dean gave me the salt-gun for psychological warfare and he pulled the pistol out of his trousers. He looked at Sam, they exchanged a blink then Dean jumped up yelling "Hands in the air and don't move!" as Sam signalled me to stay down and follow him.

We took a detour around the bushes to get behind Bowden as Dean was taunting him from afar. He had the upper hand since Bowden was wielding a shorty while he had a loaded .45 calibre with 7 bullets in the mag. (Darn, I'm such a dork.) Crazy lady-killer maniac or not I don't think Bowden would have risked pulling the trigger but cornering him was a good move. I saw in his eyes that he was crafting a plan to make a move on Dean but thankfully Sam sneaked up on him in time and we got him by surprise as him and I popped up with our own shooters. 3 guns were pointing right at him from 3 directions, there was no way out of this sticky wicket.

I had many questions so we made him talk, sort of. I asked him, he refused to answer, Sam hit him. Then I asked again, he refused to answer and Dean hit him. This went on for about 5 minutes when he told us to stop because "the others won't be pleased what we are doing". Yes, he wasn't alone.

I assume the shadow I saw earlier in the back of building was one of the people from his group. They were waiting for him to show his face at the rendezvous point. We couldn't let him go and we knew that this party of men and women was a family so took a dare and waltzed right to their meeting with him as hostage.

What we were hoping for was information. Them being here at this specific abandoned children's home is no coincidence and both the Winchesters and I were eager to finally know what's going on. With a captive, we had better chances of gaining intel so we took a chance right there.

We went around the house to find a window that was busted open. We used it to enter one by one. First Dean, then Bowden, then Sam and I was the last.

I anticipated myself to be in shock and fear or to sneak a peek at every corner looking for monsters but instead I felt a wave of nostalgia rushing through me. I stopped to take a look at the beautiful decoration on the ceiling, the remains of a once gorgeous fireplace and the joyful blue floral pattern of the wallpaper. I remembered kids reading books and adults playing cards by the fire. I remembered the noise spoons made when we had soup for supper. I remembered crying when I fell and hurt my knee and a girl stepping next to me to help me up. All these memories somehow forgotten over the years now triggered by echoing weather-beaten rooms with no furniture. How silly is that?

From the kitchen we walked out to the hall went up the stairs to the room where we heard voices. 4 people were there: a woman and 3 men. They all had weapons: guns and blades alike. We walked in, they threatened our group with looks and pointed their shooters at us. I started to have a really bad feeling and just at that moment when I felt doubt about making the right call the voices in my head started shouting at me.

"Stay away from this wretched place!

It's not safe!

Never should have come here!

Go back!

You gotta leave right now!"

I grunted, lost my balance, staggered, dropped the shotgun, put my hands on my head and turned away. I heard Sam and Dean calling my name in unison but the yelling was too loud, I almost felt like as if the noise shook my skull from the inside. I tried to shut it out just like how we practiced with Pamela but it was no use. I was in such horrible pain couldn't concentrate but even than I knew how everybody in the house was looking at me.

I felt the touch of a warm hand on my back and gentle but firm grab. They got my arm. The next thing I remember is the woman blowing some dusty substance in my face and suddenly everything went back to normal. I looked up and saw all the worried faces and I couldn't believe my eyes as I recognised 2 people stepping out of the shadows. James and Emma.