Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 3 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 7

Take a seat.

We have much to discuss.

Out of ALL the people it had to be these 2 who we bumped into. Why? I can tell you in all honesty that I wished to never ever see their faces again. I was still raging on the inside because of how they tossed me away. My anger didn't show immediately but slowly built up by every interaction we've made.

I was standing in a crooked posture with my hands still on my head looking up scared. I faltered, not sure what to do next. I felt my heart skipping a beat when I saw Emma staring at me. She looked concerned as she leaned towards me, put her hand on my shoulder and asked if I was alright. I looked back at her with my mouth slightly open stepping a tad bit back and saying:

"It's you."

Her worry turned into confusion in the matter of seconds as I was repeating myself 3 or 4 times over. In fear of a hot-headed move Dean stood between me and Emma to act as a shield, while Sam stepped next to me with one of his arms slightly reaching out as he was about to grab me and run. Then Bowden tried to see if he could make it to the other side but Dean put his loaded pistol to his head before he had the chance to reach James's position. As a result, James lowered his gun down and told the other man to put his weapon away. Good, the reflecting shine of the Moon on his shiv's surface was hurting my eyes. Sam and Dean however still had shooters pointing right at them just like before.

'Why don't you put that down, son?' asked James in a cold demeanour.

At that point I was so close to start throwing insults but no. Not yet.

As Dean and James were doing an improvised staring contest Emma stepped in. Discombobulation was still very much present in her facial expression. She looked above Dean's shoulder directly at me and asked me to explain myself.

She didn't recognise me; she really didn't know who I was and it shocked me. After all this time, she just forgot about me. Me, who was supposed to be her daughter, the answer to her prayers. But let's put that aside and remember that if it wasn't for me then she would have never given the chance to have her own child. And here we are, almost 20 years later staring at each other down, pistols and shotguns pointing from every direction and she hasn't got the clue who I was. Un-bloody-believable. So, I told her.

She was baffled and didn't believe me saying that Sam wasn't calling out to me using my real name. But as you already know, Jane was dead in that sense and with that Anne-Mary is the present.

Things turned tough after that. We got into a fight by pointing fingers and arguing as expected mainly because of my harsh words. Sam was the only sane person among us who kept asking the right questions instead of getting louder.

(🎶The Stranglers - No more Heroes)

James and Emma came to West Yorkshire because they heard something was going on here with the electric cloud. They thought that maybe it has a connection to me. Great minds think alike, aye? They packed up and brought a few members of the family with them to help on the mission. They found traces of a pissed off ghost who was possibly after me. The girl, Eleanor had the idea to pretend that she's me.

Eleanor was prefect for the job. She was about the same age as I was and since she was a hunter must have been a good liar. Nothing else was needed for the task. Father Jacob and Sister Esther had no idea what my name was or how I looked like so there was that. She couldn't use her real name so they came up with a 3rd alternative: Susan. She died by accident and during her last moments she made them promise to pursue the ghost who ended her.

I didn't get the idea. Why would you choose a 3rd name when you could freely use Jane? It was all part of the act of an overcomplicated plan actually. Eleanor played a nun sent by the Vatican to get close to Father Jacob and Sister Esther to later fake-reveal her secret which she hadn't had the chance to do. The ghost was faster than the progression of their strategy.

They were stuck until one of them had the idea to replicate the same method they previously tried. Get a girl who's about the same age as I am now and convince her to join them to play my part. This is how they found Gloria who was reluctant of the idea of a ghost hunt at first. She believed in souls and the afterlife because she was raised like that by her parents. Remember the crosses hanging in each room at their home? Yeah, I knew something like that would has to do something with the matter.

One night Gloria was attacked and they helped and told her about the whole deal about the monsters and hunters. As a devout catholic, she believed this meeting to be a sign from the Man Upstairs so she quit university and wished to become a hunter herself. Her first task was already given and as they were preparing to face the ghost she died the same way as Eleanor did.

That curious infection only showed itself about 2 weeks after their deaths. That's when the press became interested and articles were written about the strange happenings in West Yorkshire. There were no more new victims so they dropped the topic. But I found it and we flew to England with the Winchesters as fast as we could and here we are now.

2 girls died because they wanted to be me for the sake of the people who tossed me away when I was a homeless 5-year-old. (Yes, I'm still hang-up on it.) How do you think that felt? I'll tell you: nauseating. A real stomach-churning experience living up to the fullest with an anxious retching as benefit. Sounds delightful, isn't it?