Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 3 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 8

See? I told you!

I knew something was up.

The Claytons tried their best attempt to explain themselves and their motives.

"We care about you, Janie-dear. As soon as we've heard about the omens we rushed here to protect you. You were still out there and if something is threatening you it's our duty to stop it so you can live your life in peace. Honey, we owe you this because if it wasn't for you we would never had our son. His name is William and his such a bright and lively boy."

And that, ladies and gents, was the point where I snapped. I was angry, very angry. Furious even. How dare she claim that they have anything to do with me after they gave me up for good? How dare they to endanger innocent girls and toy around with their lives? And how dare they bringing up that kid who has never supposed to be born on the first place? Are they trying to hide behind their child to justify this outrageous behaviour? It' just... Just... Oh God! So maddening.

I stepped out of Dean's shadow waving my arms around, cursing like a sailor who had too much rum at the pub. I was letting all my anger out and probably overstepped a bit in the process. I remember seeing Dean's indeed very telling expression as he was listening to what I was saying. My northern heritage really showed its teeth at that point. My otherwise nice and clear manner of speaking disappeared in a heartbeat and the fancy London-speaking got replaced by my Yorkie dialect. I doubt the Winchesters understood what I was saying but they definitely felt the fury I was projecting with every word.

As I was talking Bowden grabbed me, twisted my arm and took the shotgun I was holding the whole time and put it right next to my head. The tides have turned and he became the one with the hostage now. I told you earlier that the salt isn't dangerous and it only hurts very much. Well, the rules change when the barrels are ever so close to soft tissues. He was clever and knew how he could scar me for the rest of my life if I wasn't on my best behaviour. Charles put the salt filled tubes to my left eye ready to blind me with a simple blast.

Everybody was worried, except the other guy who's name I don't recall, and they tried to convince Charles to put the weapon down. James gave him a straight order to let me go but he refused. In retrospect, I see why was everybody so much in a hurry to disarm him. The man was mental and I was already on my bad side which is a recipe for disaster. Dean's sassy remarks didn't help either. He made a few jokes about the Great Escape what Bowden didn't get so the moment was ruined too. Slow clap, bow down, end scene. Such a calamitous night.

(🎶Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath)

As we were shouting at each other suddenly the room turned cold and I saw a girl in the corner. She was sitting there without a care in the world reading the pages of the book she held and carefully examining the illustrations. Then a woman came in the room who yelled at her while she reached out to take her paperback away but the girl was faster. She ran towards us passing through Sam's body and stopped right in front of me, looked up and shed a tear.

"You're late" her voice echoed in the room.

The moment froze. I was standing still with my mouth open. It wasn't easy to snap back to reality and took a couple of seconds to regain my normal state of mind.

I tried so hard to remember who the girl was but I couldn't. Her face looked so familiar and I was sure I've seen and known her when we were children yet I had no clue who she was. I felt a tremendous amount of pain by the guilt for not remembering her name. But before I could ask a thing the woman appeared inches away from me.

She was too close for comfort, sure she never even heard of personal space before, but that gave me a chance to take a look at her from an angle I won't ever see again. Her eyes were swollen, big and menacing. I could count every vein in which blood ran through when her heart was still beating. And I know she was a ghost and those don't exhale but I swear to God I could feel the air she was breathing out touching my skin.

She took a look at me too, then accused me with not doing my chores and staying out late and as we all know bad girls has a secured place in the closet as punishment. I stared at her and maybe because I was already upset I told her to sod off. A bad move. She wasn't happy to hear that so she made me fly through the room, slammed me in wardrobe and sealed the doors.

I was stuck there as the others fought her. I had no way of knowing what was going on for that the closet was the darkest place in the entire orphanage with no holes to let light in or in this case to sneak a peek. I reached for the torch I had on me to brighten up this bottled nightmare of a place.

As I was desperately trying to break free I heard a boy's voice. He was in there with me and was appallingly chatty too. It appears to me that he was impressed by how I stood up for myself so I thought maybe this could be our chance. I told him to be brave as I was and bring his friends along; this way they can overpower the tyrant woman meaning that we don't have to stay in that sad wardrobe anymore.

It worked. According to the Winchesters the ghosts of the children formed a circle surrounding Mrs. Applewhite (that was her name), pushed her around like a ragdoll and drove her mad by refusing every command she gave.

The door opened, I got out and they gathered in front of me. The bookworm girl and my cellmate came forward and hugged my waist. Then they all disappeared.

Emma and James finally told us why were they in the children's home at that very night. It was full Moon and during that time the ghost of Mrs. Applewhite haunts the dead children who were naughty in their lives in one way or another. Take the girl for example: she should have been doing the dishes while she sneaked out to read a novel. Or the boy in the closet who made a mess of himself in the muddy late autumn weather.

Mrs. Applewhite was probably after me too for staying out for so long after curfew (19 years, to be exact) and as a livid spirit she punished everyone who she believed to be me. At that point she was enraged enough not to notice the difference so she cursed those poor girls with an infection which was supposed to prevent them having children and raise mischief-maker kids like themselves. Or something along those lines.