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Sam looked around the old house wishing that this was the first time he had been in a house this old and wishing he didn't know the dangers of creeping around in the house. The boards underneath his feet were rotted and any misstep could send him at best down to the ground floor with a bruise; or two or at worst kill him. It was not where he wanted to be spending Halloween but he hadn't exactly had much of a choice in the matter. With the veil between worlds so thin and the ghost so powerful, if he wasn't here people could die.

However he was 15 and wanted nothing more than to hang out with his friends even if it was at a Halloween Party. He used his flashlight to look carefully at the floor so he could chose what looked like the best places to step while simultaneous also looking for the ghosts hair. It was the only part of her that hadn't been burned. Sam really wished that when people were cremated that they made sure all of that person died rather then keeping some of it for sentimental value or whatever. The place was or well he guessed used to be a parlor and a large one at that. There were a bunch of what Sam's best guess were couches covered in a bunch of ratty sheets that had certainly seen better days. Sam felt absolutely no urge to move those sheets to see what was underneath them and hoped that he wouldn't have to move them.

He paused for a moment as he heard a sound but then realized it was from above him where Dean was supposed to be. The house had three floor and three big floor at that. Back in the day it must have been a nice house but that was before Virginia Foster had been murdered there on Halloween and now killed anyone who went there at Midnight. Sam paused for a moment listening hard to see if Dean was fighting the ghost but it didn't appear that way.

Sam continued on and glanced along the tables that weren't covered. They had nothing on them. Since they seemed to have left all the couches and tables apparently they seemed to have time to have taken all the stuff that wasn't too heavy. Sam turned around and looked at a shelf that probably used to contain a lot of books, but all it contained now was dust a thick layer of dust.

Why hadn't they demolished this place yet? It had been abandoned for nearly 20 years and yet had never been demolished? Maybe because it was so far out from anywhere that maybe people didn't think it was worth the effort. Besides if they had demolished it they probably would have built something on top of it. If the hair somehow survived that would make an even more messy situation then they already had.

"I warned you." Sam ignored his first instinct which was to freeze in terror and turned around to see the ghost Virginia Foster flickering slightly in and out like ghost tended to do. She was dressed in a big dress and a fancy hat that belonged more to the era she had died in the 1890's then it did to today time. Sam forced himself to breathe calmly and think. Of course then Virginia smiled a terribly horrific smile that had nothing to do with the fact that her teeth were yellow and she was missing several teeth. "Now you'll never leave." she said and started towards him. Sam held his gun in front of him and shot it. Virginia dissipated. Sam knew thought that it wouldn't last for long especially tonight.

"Dad! Dean! It's down here!" he yelled and heard some yelling from above and then the sudden thudding of footsteps overhead. Sam heard the sounds but kept his ears and eyes focused for when the ghost reappeared. However the ghost reappeared at the same time she kicked him and she kicked him right into the bookshelf just as Dean burst through the door. He saw Dean's eyes wide in surprise and horror as Sam flew backwards across the room. Sam's head and back connected with the shelf and …

Sam shot up in bed his eyes wide and looking around his room breathing heavy. A dream. It was just a dream. He listened carefully but he didn't hear any sounds. Apparently this time he hadn't woke anyone up which was good since the last thing he needed was to be known to be having constant nightmares. His parents had worked last night and Clara had been exhausted after they had gotten home from trick or treating since they had done so for hours.

It actually hadn't been terrible. it was actually probably the best Halloween he had had since he was 7 and Dean had taken him trick or treating. He, Rory and Clara had had a good time until Clara asked to go home because her feet were hurting from walking too long. However the costumes, all the costumes must have stirred up his memories a little bringing back that particular hunt.

Sam got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom where he locked the door and took off his shirt. He looked at himself at the angle so he could see the scar on his back. It was just to the left of his left shoulder blade and nowt it was only a light white scar. It was barely even noticeable except to him because it thankfully had been carefully and skillfully stitched up by either his Dad or Dean. Which was had actually done the deed he wasn't really sure of since in addition to wound on his back he had also had a concussion. He rubbed the scar lightly for a moment. He knew that his brother and Dad had gotten rid of the ghost and now all that was left of her was this scar. Sam sighed and turned back around and looked at all the other scars both small and big that made up his body. He knew had he had gotten most of all of these. Stupid Halloween. Even when it didn't end in death and horror apparently it still reminded him of his life and all the times that it had ended that way.

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