3 A scary reality
The tips of my fingers brush the back of the woman's direct hand stroking Troy, opening a window that completely justifies the bad feeling I've been having.
[Constance Welch]
- The ghost of a woman who in 1981 became insane upon discovering her husband's betrayal, killing her two children and committing suicide shortly afterwards.
From time to time she appears by the side of a certain highway, seducing and killing unfaithful men.
--Files:---
-[Ability to move through the veil(Average)]
Size: 3.5GB
-[Telekinesis(Average)]
Size: 4.GB
-[Teleportation(Basic)]
Size: 2.9GB
-[Body change (Basic)]
Size:900MB
-[Overhuman attributes(Basic)]
Size:1.6GB
Total folder size: 12.9GB
Current download speed: 3.2MB/s
-- Start Folder Download? --
[Yes No]
Due to the beliefs and stories told by some family members, I grew up believing in the existence of souls, life after death, obsessive spirits and etc... I just believed... But now, according to the super system that didn't fail at night all, I have the real thing sitting less than six feet away from me.
And not only that, it's a ghost that I curiously had some familiarity with.
'Constance Welch, the woman in white...'
My entire body freezes as I read the information from the opened window... And you already know, I'm completely shocked for the third time this night, I would laugh now if I wasn't too terrified at the thought popping into my mind.
'Year 2005, Troy Squire, Constance Welch, Jericho... How did it take me so long to realize?'
'2005 was the year the Supernatural series premiered, Jericho was the first city the Winchester brothers visited in search of John Winchester, the woman in white was the first case they solved on the series...'
My gaze moves to Troy's face.
'And Troy Squire was the name of her most recent victim.'
While dumbfounded, processing the whole puzzle coming together in my mind, I make the mistake of letting my fingers remain on the woman's hand for a few long seconds.
I swear the moment she nods in my direction, for the briefest of moments, her perfect face is replaced by a gray, malnourished face with dark holes around each eye, before returning to normal.
"Whoa! Ho!" I just can't control my mouth as I retract my hand as quickly as possible and slam my shoulder against the car door in a reflex to try to get as far away as possible.
If there was any doubt left, there is no more. I haven't just gone back in time, I've been transmigrated into the Supernatural universe... And I'm in the middle of the last attack by the woman in white before Sam and Dean arrive.
"Hey man, what the hell is this?" Troy, who was comfortably receiving the ghost woman's caresses raises an eyebrow and speaks strange my reaction.
'Hey, we're giving a ride to a murderous ghost who wants to kill Us, cool right?' Clearly I can't say that.
Cold sweat trickles down my forehead and I blink repeatedly. My mouth opens and closes soundlessly a few times before I manage to get my voice out.
"II... I thought I saw a cockroach in the car... B-but my mistake, it was just a dry leaf." Stuttering a few times, I give the first lame excuse that comes to mind in this moment of emergency as I use my almost non-existent acting skills to fake a smile.
Seeking some reassurance, my finger moves on its own and naturally presses [Yes], starting the download.
"Are you afraid of cockroaches? Pff... And where were we, girl?" Troy teases a little and then he put their hand over Constance's on her face, giving her his best seductive look in the rearview mirror.
"You were going to...take me home." The woman responds in a slurred voice that must sound very hot to my colleague, but it just makes me shiver.
"Oh yes, that's right..." Troy responds with an excited smile of someone who has no idea he is about to die a brutal death and stomps on the accelerator.
...
A little over fifteen minutes in the car with a ghost, which I spent entirely with my face turned out the window, watching the road and thinking of anything to quell my urge to freak out in a panic attack, I move my gaze to a progress bar. in the corner of my vision.
21%...
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'Shit, there's never going to be time....' I growl internally.
Constança's folder is definitely by far the biggest I've seen tonight, with a simple head count of over an hour to run the download. A time that unfortunately I don't have, because Troy had just confirmed that we were twenty minutes away from the address given by the woman in white.
My head hurts. If I only had a little more time...
I fearfully clicked to download the whole folder when it appeared, and it is not possible to remove or add files during the download, a decision made in a moment of panic that took any chance of "taking on" Constance with any equality out of my hands.
I can already see the local newspaper with a picture of me and Troy marked as missings after we were brutally killed by this infernal haunt... Wait? Do they have any pictures of me? Am I going to become a statistic like a fucking unknown immigrant?
'Not!'
I bang my head pretty hard on the car window, ignoring whatever reaction Troy had (not that he's going to pay attention to me while being petted by a beautiful woman like Constance). My mind clears a little.
'You are in the world of Supernatural, it's a terrifying world where Ghosts and monsters of legend are real, Demons roam the Earth possessing people, Angels are mean people who can't wait to start the Apocalypse and God is literally a psychopath who just wants see the circus burn. But Sam and Dean, two humans, can handle them all... And that's because everything... everything in this world has a weakness.'
I concentrate remembering the dozens of episodes I've watched of this series.
'Salt, salt water, holy ground, spells...'
I start to remind myself of all the ghosts weaknesses I know from the series. All of them unfeasible in the current situation... Except for one.
'... Iron.'
I take my forehead off the window pane and turn around to Troy, who has somehow been driving while his eyes are nearly closed by Constance Welch's touch. I use the small hope of a way out of this situation to push most of my fear of the woman in white in the backseat to the back of my mind, and I speak to him:
"Troy? Do you have any tools in the car?" I throw the question with a tense look and he answers me with a slightly indignant look that says: 'Are you really asking me that?'
"There's an old toolbox in the trunk. Why?"
Thank God... Fortunately, the young people of that time were still all car lovers, some tools could not be missing from their vehicles.
"You will see." *Click* I unbuckle my seat belt and tilt the passenger seat back, giving me room to turn around, get on his knees and stretch out behind him.
"Hey, man? Are you still drunk?"
I ignore Troy's questions and Constance's glare, remaining focused. I put my feet on my seat and almost lie on top of it so I can reach the trunk space behind the back seats.
I quickly open the toolbox and grab the biggest tool in my hand.
[Spanner]
-An old 2 foot long iron Spanner. Due to age and poor maintenance, the surface is heavily oxidized, with no signs of the sheen it once had.
--Files--
[Material Details]
Size:4.1MB
[Standard Tool Uses]
Size: 7.4MB
[Manufacturing process]
Size:11.1MB
Total Folder Size: 22.5MB
Current download speed: 3.2MB/s
-- Start Folder Download? --
[Yes No]
'Is perfect.'
My lips curl into a nervous smile as I curl my fingers around the tool and give the command to close the system window.
"Hey Troy, do you trust me?" With not much skill I start back to my seat with the spanner in hand.
Troy opens his eyes wide, clearly a little wary of whatever it is I'm going to do with this tool. "Wait a minute... What are you going to do?"
"Do you trust me, Troy?" I tap the Spanner over my palm, repeating the question.
"I... It wasn't that long ago that we met... But I think you're very reliable, yes..." He must have said more out of fear of my reaction with that piece of iron in my hands in case he denied, but he agreed. Good.
"Fine, so trust me and turn the car around and drive as fast as you can away from this highway when I say three."
"What?" he asks even more confusedly and Constance moves into the seat behind me. Her hands move to my shoulders, then cupping my chin and turning my face to profile.
"You... Don't want to take me home?.."
Her voice sounds sweet to my ears and her perfume turns me on too much. No wonder it managed to attract so many men in the last twenty years.
"About that..." With a dry mouth, I swallow the last drop of saliva I had and start answering in equally slow words... She really is very seductive.
But my current fear far outweighs my arousal.
"Three!" With all the courage I've gathered in these minutes of travel, I release my chin from the woman in white's hand and swing the spanner back, aiming a hard blow at her forehead.
Certainly not expecting it, Constance Welch is nailed by the tool composed of pure iron.
With an ear-piercing shriek and a brief blink that gives Troy and me a traumatizing glimpse of her hideous true form, the ghost dissolves, temporarily stunned by contact with the material.
The car zigzags down the lane, almost losing control, but Troy and I recover as we turn the wheel in a joint effort in the moment.
The tires squeal from the friction against the asphalt as the car turns around and begins to accelerate in the opposite direction set for Constance's address.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" He yells at me. Quite understandable given the situation.
My eyes are currently on the back seats of the vehicle, my breathing quickening as I visually confirm the success of my coup.
I take a breath and turn to face my companion. "Please, just drive as fast as you can for off this highway... That's all."
Most Ghosts are limited to certain places, so as long as we leave the highway, the woman in white won't be able to catch us.
"...Okay, but as soon as we leave you'll explain everything." Sensing the seriousness in me, he nods, glancing back at me briefly and focusing his eyes on the road.
I breathe a sigh of relief, relaxing my body into the passenger seat, she won't be back for the next few minutes, and by then we'll be off the highway. the hardest part is over...
I close my eyes for a moment, finally feeling the accumulated weariness of this long night catch up with me. I've been up since 9 am, had fun at my university party, threw up, transmigrated, enjoyed one more party, and now I've escaped a crazy murderous ghost. I deserve some rest.
My jaw opens to its limit in a lazy yawn, blinking slowly a few times… as my foreboding returns.
"take me Home."
A terrifying Whisper in my ear, the steering wheel jerks on its own and a trunk of Oak getting closer and closer is my last sight before everything goes black.
====End of the Chapter====
