Stories to Awaken Terror

The Stuffed Dog

"Dean, where the hell are we?" You whispered in the pitch black room, reaching your arm out, hoping he was there with you.

"Y/N?" He called out, suddenly grasping your hand before turning on his flashlight that he always left in his coat pocket. Pulling you tight to him, he swung the flashlight around, both of you realizing at the same time that you were in some sort of bedroom. A tall wooden bed was right behind you, the covers full of dust. Heavy furniture filled the room, with two windows on the far side.

While Dean went to tug on the door, you went to the windows, attempting to pull them open. You could easily see the grime on the windows, and no matter how hard you tugged, the windows refused to open.

"Any luck with the door?" You called out, turning to see Dean trying to kick the door down.

"Nope," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "This door has to solid oak, it's not coming down."

"Where's Sam?" You asked. "I wonder if he came too, or if they left him back at the bunker."

"Sam!" Dean yelled, banging through the door. "Sammy, you here?"

Sam's voice echoed through, but not through the door as expected. It came from the wall next to you, very faint. "Dean? Y/N?"

"Damn it, we need to get out of here," Dean muttered, slamming his hand on the door again, right before it opened. A little kid stood there, no more than eight, his clothes hanging off his thin frame.

Standing there, he stared at you, his eyes wide with fright. "Who...who are you?" He stuttered. "And how did you get locked in my Grandma's house?"

You could see how scared the boy was, and you took pity on him. "This is your grandparents house?"

"Just my Grandma," he answered, watching you warily. "My grandpa's dead."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Can you help us get out of here?" You asked him, and he nodded.

Dean squeezed your shoulder, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. "Y/N, I think this is another of those hunts from the book. Maybe we shouldn't try to leave until it's taken care of."

"Dean, I don't care about that stupid book. I'm just afraid the longer it goes on, the more of a chance that someone is going to end up dead. Hell, I died!"

"You...you died?" The boy stuttered, his face pale.

"Listen, I don't mean to scare you, but have you seen something weird here lately?" You questioned.

"What book are you t...t...talking about?" He asked, his entire body shaking.

"I'm not sure. But it keeps throwing us in situations, much like this one. Last time we faced snakes in a freaking pond!" Dean exclaimed, and the boys eyes grew even wider if that was possible.

"That can't be true," he whispered.

"Listen, what's your name?" Dean asked him.

"Tyler."

"Tyler, my brother's in the next room. Can you get him out and we'll figure something out," Dean pleaded. Nodding, the kid vanished from sight, as you turned to Dean.

"Doesn't it seem like he knows something?" You whispered to Dean, who just shrugged.

"Zach, why did you start without Tyler?" Sophia asked, as they sat on his bed. Without Tyler there they had skipped the tent, staying inside while it rained. Zach's room was bathed in darkness, except for the small light on his bedside table.

Sophia hadn't wanted to read the book. In truth, she had hid it, hoping that Zach would forget all about it. But he had easily found it, waking you up in the middle of the night to read the next story.