I Am Complete

CHAPTER 21

SAM'S POV:

The house is blocked up by yellow caution tape, the plastic melting in the Texas heat. I've barely been outside for thirty seconds, but I'm pretty sure that I've already sweated through my clothes. "Do we have to wear the suits?" Dean whispers, pulling at the collar. I say yes, even though I would much rather take it off. We walk over to the policemen patrolling the scene. We flash our badges. "Why is the FBI investigating a technical error?" one of them asks. "We just have to cover all our bases in a case like this." I say. They let us inside. I pull out the EMF detector and walk around the room. "The levels are high. Something was definitely here."

"There are puddles of water everywhere." Andy says, tapping her foot in one. The water ripples, spreading out over the wooden floor. "The house feels as warm as outside. I have a hard time believing that a guy froze to death here." Dean adds. I walk over to the AC machine. I swipe a finger across it, dust flying through the air. "This hasn't been used in ages." Andy comes over and looks at it. "Either these police are really bad at their jobs or they are really in denial." I have to agree with her. It's rather obvious that this wasn't some sort of AC malfunction.

We walk out of the house into the Texas heat, making our way to one of the police men. "Did the victim have any family we could talk to?" I ask. The policeman nods. "His wife. She found the body. She's in shock, so she's not making much sense." We ask where she is, and he points us in the direction of the police station. We drive over, happy to escape the heat for a few minutes.

When we step into the building, I sigh in relief. Air conditioning. "Can we just stay here forever?" Andy says quietly. I laugh a bit. We're led to a small room, a middle aged lady sitting on one of the chairs. "Ms. Boliver?" I ask. The woman nods. Her eyes are red from tears, her hair tied back in a ponytail, stray hairs all over the place. She has a thin orange blanket wrapped around her, the type you get from an ambulance. We take a seat on the chairs in front of her.

"I'm very sorry about your husband, Ms. Boliver. It's a tragic accident." Andy says. The woman shakes her head. "This wasn't some accident. I saw her." I sneak a look at Dean. He leans forward. "Her?" she nods. "She was standing over him. Her hair was black, flying behind her, even though there wasn't any wind. She stared at me. Then she disappeared." This sounds like a spirit. But I've never heard of a spirit who freezes people.

Ms. Boliver's eyes are haunted, her muscles tense. She pulls the blanket more tightly around herself. "They don't believe me. But I know what I saw." she mumbles. "Can you describe what she looked like for us?" Dean asks. She hesitates before saying "Yes. She had long black hair. She was pale, the color of snow. She was wearing white robes. She was floating. I've never seen anyone float before." This poor woman is in shock, her mind trying to comprehend what she saw.

"Is there anything else you can tell us? Were the lights flickering, did you smell anything weird?" I question. "No. But what does that have to do with anything?" Andy shakes her head. "We just have to cover all of our bases. Thank you for your time. If you think of anything, don't hesitate to contact us." Andy hands her a business card, and Ms. Boliver hesitantly takes it. We leave, walking back to the car.

"A spirit who freezes people to death and doesn't leave a trace. Maybe it's not a spirit." Dean theorizes. "I don't know. Whatever this is, it's something new." Andy sighs. "Well, we'd better get to researching then." I say.