Here's another one of my stories, hope you like it. I'm leaving on vacation today and will post the next chapter when I get back next Wednesday.

Phobia

It must have been around one AM Sandy thought as she ran through the back alley screaming. This was impossible she thought…. These things only existed on TV or in the movies. She glanced back over her shoulder and her scream got even louder. The hairy long armed creature was right behind her, its claw like hands reaching for her wanting to rip her to shreds.

"Help me!" She screamed into the dark black night…. But there was no one around to hear her. Up ahead she saw a light and hoped it was a house and that someone would be home, someone with a gun big enough to blast the creature and destroy it. She ran full sped toward the house and never saw the bus that ended her nightmare, and her life.

Plymouth, West Virginia

"Tell us again what you witnessed." Dean and Sam stood in the living room of one of the people who witnessed the accident, their fake detective badges hanging around their necks. Dean opened his tablet and began writing. "Start from the beginning."

"There's not much to tell…It was around two in the afternoon and I was standing at the bus stop and this girl came running out of the alley screaming like a banshee. She kept looking over her shoulder like something was after her, but there wasn't. She ran right in front of the bus as it pulled up to the bus stop. It was horrible, her body wrapped around the tires and…." The woman pulled out a tissue and started wiping her eyes.

"Did it appear to be a suicide?"

"No….Like I said it looked like she thought someone was chasing her. I don't think she even saw the bus."

"That's all you can remember?"

"That's all."

"You didn't see a black mist or anything around the girl?" Dean knew it sounded crazy but he had to ask.

"No….why would I?"

"Just wondering."

"Well that's all for now Mrs. Collins." Sam quickly spoke up. "Thanks for your statement." Sam nudged Dean with his elbow and they both left the house.

Outside

"This is the third strange death in this town, people suddenly flipping out and seeing things that aren't there." Dean said as they walked toward the car. "It almost sounds like that ghost sickness I caught awhile back."

"But those people died of fright back then….simple everyday things scared them till they had heart attacks….These deaths all look like suicides or accidents and the witnesses all claimed that it looked like the person thought someone or something was after them."

Dean thought for a few seconds.

"Maybe it's some kind of bad drug reaction."

"Maybe…. But why don't we go back to the motel and I'll check the computer and see if I can find out anything these people might have had in common."

An hour later

The light was red as Bill Watson sat behind the wheel of his car staring at the looming bridge in front of him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he studied it. He had always had an irrational fear of bridges since he was a kid but had always managed to keep it under control, after all the odds of anything happening on the bridge was a million to one. The speed limit was only thirty miles an hour and as long as everyone paid attention to it there would be no problem. He swallowed hard as he waited for the light to turn green. He could always take route twenty which would allow him to avoid crossing the bridge but that was at least an hour out of his way and he was already late for work. When the light turned green the impatient drivers behind him began to lay on the horn. He had no choice; there was no way he could turn around in all the traffic. He gently pressed down on the accelerator and began creeping toward the thing he dreaded most in life. After a few seconds Watson was almost halfway across the bridge and was just beginning to think that it wasn't so bad when he felt the bridge begin to sway, it was crumbling beneath him. Watson screamed as he gunned the engine and began flying across the bridge no longer caring what lane he was in. He could hear the horns and the angry shouts of other drivers as his car began swerving into the oncoming lane of traffic. He kept his eyes on the railing of the bridge and watched as it swayed back and forth. He was almost across; he was going to make it. He never even saw the tractor trailer as it jammed on its brakes directly in front of his car. The last thing he thought before he slammed head on into the big truck was that in a few seconds he would be safe on the other side.

TBC