Unnatural

“Adrian! I already told you go to bed there is no such thing as Bloody Mary!” Joy said to her twelve year old daughter.

The old house Joy and her daughter had shared was an old farm house handed down from generation to generation. In a little town called Flagstone, Wyoming. The house had seen murder, sickness, evil plots, and one specific case of a child named Mary who had a giant mirror fall on her which in turn shattered like sharp little knives all over her body and left her for dead. Or so the family legend says.

Joy’s mother was very good at giving out this information in front of twelve year old Adrian on this specific day. It always seemed to be the thing she did upon leaving to scare her grand daughter so she would bother her mother all night. Joy and her mother didn’t see eye to eye. Joy had a short date with the librarian in town that’s why Joy’s mother was there in the first place just to watch over young Adrian.

Joy went and sat down on her Walmart buy of a pleather sofa with her hand over her forehead just waiting for Adrian to scream for her mom again. A half hour went by.

In the extreme darkness Joy had fell asleep. She woke up to footsteps upstairs, carefully and quietly shuffled over to the stairway to find all lights off and Adrian’s door completely shut.

This was alarming to Joy, because her daughter never shut her door at night especially if she had been scared. With great curiosity, Joy proceeded up the stairs and heard talking. One was her daughters voice and the other was another young girls voice that wasn’t her daughters. As Joy approached the door she heard Adrian say “it’s ok my mommy won’t hurt you.” Joy opened the door. “Adrian? Who’s in here with you?” Asked Joy. “Just my new friend mommy. Her name is Mary. She isn’t as scary as grandma made her out to be. Grandma said if I say her name three times while staring at the mirror she will come. Guess what mommy? She came!” Explained Adrian.

At this point Joy didn’t know what to think. She knew she heard another little girls voice but she thought maybe Adrian was just making up the voice. Since no other child was in the room besides Adrian.

“Sweetheart, you really need to go to bed. I am glad you made a friend…” started Joy. “Yes mommy me too, I feel so much better. Mary said she will keep all the bad things away.” Interrupted Adrian excitedly. “Well ok sweety. Go to bed for mommy ok?” Said Joy to her now seemingly happy daughter.

Joy then went to bed until morning came. Only to wake up to find her daughter standing over her with a very big sharp knife, her nightgown still on, and This ragged creepy doll in her other hand she had never seen before.

Joy jumped out of bed while her daughter stood there with a blank look on her face. “Adrian? Honey? Are you ok?” Asked Joy who was worried for her daughter but also very scared of her at the same time. “Mary said you will kill me, that you want me dead mommy. She said you have to go so she won’t kill me and that you won’t either. She said you would kill us both. Mary said mommy’s are evil and they all must die.” Responded Adrian in a very depressed and very monotone voice.

“No baby, no that isn’t true. I love you more than life itself, I would die for you but not like this. Mary is wrong. Put the knife down and let me talk to you.” Said Joy.

Joy finally was able to negotiate her daughter out of killing her. But she realized she needed some help from someone who dealt with things that were not the FBI’s expertise or Police matter. They would all look at her and laugh. She called someone named Dean Winchester cell phone that had been in the area before when she saw him kill a vampire. She tried desperately to get it out of her head and to believe that was the only otherworldly thing out there. In this case she was wrong. Dean Winchester’s phone was no longer in service. So Joy did the next best thing and started to research online for another Hunter. Not the deer hunting kind. In google search she found someone under the name Deana and Samantha Colt. Supposeably the desendants of the guy who made the famous “Colt” used to kill demons. She called and got a voicemail that said “ Hello, you have reached Deana Colt. Please leave a message and a phone number. I will get back to you.”

Joy left a message to Deana Colt. “He..Hello.. this is Joy Marshall. I know you don’t know me and this is probably a very long shot but my daughter is talking to something evil in my house. Please get back with me asap or send me in the direction of who can help us. My phone number is 555-555-5353. Thank you and please help!”

Deana Colt lived with her younger sister Samantha Colt in a very small two bedroom apartment. There wasn’t much room but atleast they had each other. Both being brought into a life of fighting off monsters and all other things that go bump in the night. Through various continuous trials and tribulations they know they had been through more than Sam and Dean Winchester, they just haven’t died and went to heaven yet. Maybe there was a reason, they knew God wasn’t a part of that reason.

Deana crawled out of bed, her hair a mess, grabbed her beer from the night before and gave it a good swig to wash out the morning breath and a night of drinking gone bad. She jumped in the shower, afterwards slapped on her fluffy slippers, and a long flannel shirt, grabbed her cell phone and started to check her calls on the way to the coffee pot.

“Sam! I got a case! Listen to this!” Said Deana.

Samantha was too recovering from a night of heavy drinking and was already up researching on the laptop for another case.

“So, let me get this straight, you sleep in, check your phone and then BAM, like that, you have a case? But I have been slamming away on this laptop for two hours and I get nothing? That’s it, I’m sleeping in from now on.” Said Sam.

“No for real dude. We have a case coming from Flagstone, Wyoming. If we leave now we can get there in four hours. Something about and evil child. Sounds like our kind of thing man.” Said Deana.

“Alright but I’m sure I’m gonna need a beer afterwards!” Said Sam. “Yup me too. Let’s load up and head out.” Said Deana.