Stories to Awaken Terror

Purple Candy

"Aren't we done with these stories yet?" Tyler whined as the three kids once again met in the tent, Zach holding the book in front of him. His sister was already there, her stuffed animal held tightly in her arms, a bowl of popcorn off to the side. "I don't think they can get any better."

"We have to finish the book," Zach insisted, his eyes wide as he stared at his friends.

"Zach, are you okay?" Sophia asked, leaning back away from her brother at his frenzied look.

"I will be if you don't stop asking questions and let me start reading!" He yelled, both Tyler and Sophia quieting down to placate Zach. "There was a house at the end of the lane," he started reading, his voice low, much creepier than normal.

"This house was nestled back in the trees, the wood no longer white but a dull, greasy gray. The windows were covered in dust, and everyone, the young and the old refused to step inside, afraid of what awaited them."

"Years past, and still it sat empty, many people thinking that it would disintegrate with the wind. But still it sat there, until one day!" Zach exclaimed, glancing up at his friend and sister with wild eyes.

"What happened?" Tyler asked, his voice much higher than normal.

"It was almost like magic. This couple moved in, and the house transformed with them. The grey walls turned back to white, the windows shined the brightest of any in town. They were happy people, bringing children closer to them, offering them sweets. They began selling candy to the children, bags of candy. These little shiny purple balls. Children loved them, pleading with their parents for enough change to buy a bag after school."

"What's so scary about candy?" Sophia asked.

"After a month of selling their special purple candy, our heroes roll into town, looking into the mysterious deaths that had recently occured. Including those of children."

"Dean, do you think this is a normal hunt, or...," you asked, sitting in the front of the Impala for once, as Sam stretched out in the backseat. Dean had pulled you closer to him, his hand resting lightly on your thigh.

"I really don't know," he sighed lightly. "I wish I could say it was, but I also feel the pull of this hunt, much like the other ones. I just wish Cas would hurry up and figure out what's going on."

"I do too," you whispered. "I have a bad feeling about this one."

"We'll be fine, like we always are," Dean tried assuring you.

Turning silent, you stared out the window as Dean drove down Main Street. It was small and quaint, with only a couple of Mom and Pop shops. At the end was a little hotel, and Dean went inside to reserve a room while you turned to wake up the sleeping moose behind you.

Stretching, you watched as children passed by, bags of a strange looking purple candy clenched in their hands, their mouths dyed purple. Expecting them to be silly, and bouncing with all that sugar, you watched as they shuffled down the street, almost zombielike.

"That's weird, isn't it?" Sam asked, just as Dean came out of the lobby, smiling widely.

"So they only had two rooms left, both singles," he announced. "Sam, you get your own room for once! Y/N and I can share."

It had become a normal habit in the week since your last hunt, and you didn't mind it at all. After all, falling asleep being held in Dean's arms was definitely not a hardship, and you found yourself sleeping better than you had in a long time.

Pushing open the door to your hotel room, you were pleasantly surprised. A simple queen sized bed was placed in the middle, a patchwork quilt brightening the room. A small table, along with a fridge and couch completed the living area, but the bathroom had a deep bathtub along with a nice shower. "This is actually pretty decent," you announced as Dean brought your items in.