Summoners Storybook

 

Setting: 1 year before Season 1.

Words: 3,091

It was nearing midnight when John pulled into the parking lot of the bar. The wheels made a slight screech as the truck came to a stop. John turned off the engine, as he opened the door. John reached over and grabbed the 9mm from the seat and shoved it into his shoulder holster as he entered the bar.

The bar was pretty quite as he walked inside, an old man sat at a table in the far left corner nursing his drink, a group of young men sat at a table playing cards. John walked over and sat at the bar.

“Whiskey, straight up” he asked looking at the barmaid.

She was pretty young, couldn’t have been more than eighteen, John thought as she placed the drink in front of him.  A bit too young to own a bar, must be her parents place, John decided.

“So, you’re a hunter?” The girl asked.

“What makes you say that” Replied John.

She smiled, “The gun in your holster”.

“.and how do you know I’m not a cop?” John questioned.

“Don’t get many cops around here, a lot of hunters though”

John smiled, Dean would like this girl, he thought. “Yes, I’m a hunter; I’m tracking a demon, lost his trail about a mile back. I’ll pick it up in the morning” he said.

The girl looked on interested, “Maybe you could look into the situation around here, that is, if you’ve got time.” She asked.

“Why, what’s strange about this place? John asked, thinking it was maybe a standard haunting.

“Well, about an hour up the road, there’s a camp by the lake. The camps been closed for years, after a kid was killed and some counsellors were murdered, But kids still go up there for an adventure, they just don’t come back again. It’s like they just vanish.”

John looked at her with interest. “And this camp disaster, did they catch the killer?”

“Yeah it turned out to be the boy’s mother who killed the counsellors for not watching her son.”

This seemed relatively easy to John, standard haunting and spirit linked to a location. So he said “Sure, I’ll check it out in the morning, by the way what’s the camp called?”

The girl looked at him intently, “Camp Crystal Lake” She replied.

 

 

Up the road from the bar, a young couple were driving home after their vacation. As they neared the abandoned camp site, their car started making a clunking noise and died.

“What’s wrong Dave?” Julia asked, as worry filled her voice.

“I don’t know, sounds like something’s come lose” he replied as he popped the hood. “Wait here, I’ll have a look. Dave got out of the car and started looking under the hood. He returned a moment later after he realised the torch on his key ring was not going to be useful.

“Pass the torch, hon.” he asked.

Julia reached in the glove compartment pulled out a maglite and passed it to Dave.

“Thanks.” Dave said as he turned on the torch. It flickered on briefly and then turned off. Dave tapped it in his hand twice. Nothing happened.

“Great, the torch is flat” Dave exclaimed.

“What are we going to do?” Julie asked.

Dave had a look around, and then he saw the sign for Camp Crystal lake across the road. “Let’s go in there, see if we can find a torch, or maybe a phone.”

Julia looked frightened, “Do we have too? She asked. "It looks kind of abandoned and dark”.

“I’m sure, they are just asleep; after all it’s almost midnight”.

Julia cautiously got out of the car and grabbed onto Dave’s arm after he locked the car. They walked inside. After the long driveway they came to the main cabin. Cobwebs littered the porch, along with broken furniture.

“I don’t like this, Dave.” Julia said as they walked up to the door. “It looks like no-one’s used this place for years.”

“It will be alright; even if no-one’s here we should be able to find something to help fix the car.”

Dave knocked on the door as they got to it. The door swung on its hinges as he knocked showing the empty room that was inside.

“Wait here for a minute; I’m just going to have a look around.”

“Dave, Wait. What if we are not alone?” Julia asked.

“It will be fine, just wait here for a minute and don’t move.” Dave replied as he wandered into the next room.

Julia stood still in the entrance way to the cabin, arms folded across her chest. Not wanting to move until Dave returned. She pushed the door and it clicked as it shut. She looked out the window, pushing aside the tattered curtain. At that moment a face appeared in the window, she turned and screamed for Dave, when she turned back the face had gone.

Dave came rushing into the foyer, holding a stick. “What’s wrong?”

“I saw someone at the window, but he disappeared” She replied.

“Are you sure you didn’t imagine it? Dave asked.

“I know what I saw; could you just check it out please?

“Ok, I’ll have a look outside” He pulled her forward and kissed her, and then he started walking outside.

He walked along the porch and round the side, seeing nothing he came back to the window, where Julia was now standing, crept up to it and yelled “BOO”. Julia screamed for an instance till she realised it was him. “You jerk; you scared the crap out of me”.

Laughing Dave said “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. Look there’s nothing out here. I’m su..” Just then the sound of a footstep on the porch made him turn around. A figure stood there beside him, dark and covered in rag type clothes, he swung the machete he was carrying. Before Dave could react, the machete sliced through his neck.

His head bounced off the window as Julia screamed and ran into the kitchen area.

Jason turned his head from the window and started walking along the porch. He reached the door, pushed it open and went inside. A noise came from the kitchen. His head turned in the direction, then he turned and started walking towards it.

As he reached the kitchen, a skillet hit him in the face with such force that his head briefly got knocked back. As he righted himself he saw the girl standing there holding it. Jason reached out his hand and grabbed the girl by the neck and lifted her in the air.

She tried to scream, but the force on her throat was blocking her airway. Jason threw her across the kitchen. She screamed as she flew across the room and became impaled on a wall hanging cup holder. Her scream turned to a gurgle as blood filled her mouth. Her airway blocked by the blood now flowing through her mouth.

Jason walked over, stood in front of her for a second, and then stabbed his machete into her gut. Julia gurgled some more as the last piece of air forced itself out her lungs and her head fell forward.

With that Jason walked out of the cabin, and into the surrounding woods.

 

Early the next morning, John woke up in the hotel. He glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed. 7am. Perfect, he thought. He walked into the bathroom and turned the water on for the shower.

After the shower, he got dressed and grabbed his bag. He never took much out of his truck. It was easier to leave in a hurry with few things to grab.

Grabbing the 9mm from under the pillow he walked out the door. His boots kicking the salt barrier he had laid out last night. He walked to his truck, opened the door and threw his bag on the seat, his gun he returned to the shoulder holster. He sat down on the driver’s seat and was about to go when he heard a noise from the back of the truck.

With gun in hand, he looked into the back of his truck. Dropping the tailgate, he lifted the cover to find a girl hiding under it. He recognised her immediately. It was the girl from the bar.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, not really caring for an answer, just annoyed she had broken into his truck.

“I’m going with you to Crystal Lake” She replied, trying to sound tough.

“No you’re not sweet-heart” John said getting annoyed. “I work alone”.

“I can handle myself and I’m going, with or without you”

“Well, if you’re going to come, you may as well get in the cab. But stick close, I’m not losing anyone on this hunt”.

“So, what’s your name then?” John asked.

“My name’s Cherie, Cherie Sullivan” She replied, as she jumped off the back off the truck and John slammed the tailgate.

“My name’s, John Winchester” He replied as they got into the cab of the truck.

The engine roared into life as John turned the key. John shoved the truck into gear and they started off down the road.

“So, why aren’t you worried about what your parents will say?” John inquired.

“Dad’s a hunter, he’s away at the moment chasing, something.” Cherie replied casually.

“And your mother?”

Cherie paused for a moment. “She died, a few years ago. It’s just me and my Dad now.”

“I’m sorry” Replied John, focusing his gaze on the road more.

“It’s ok; it was a few years ago now.”

They drove on a bit further in silence, John was fine with that. He didn’t work with people much anyway. As they neared the camp, they saw a car on the side of the road. The door was open on the passenger’s side, but nobody appeared to be around.

John pulled the truck up behind the car. With the engine running, he got out.

“Stay here for a sec.” He said to Cherie cautiously.

John started walking toward the car, pistol in hand. John pointed the gun in through the open door. The car was empty. John looked into the backseat. There was nothing there, except a blanket. The glove box was open, items just jumbled up like someone had been rummaging through it.

John leaned across and popped the boot. Slowly, John walked towards it, gun pointed. John reached out with one hand and threw the boot open fully. Nothing there except a spare tyre.

John shut the boot and walked back to the truck.

“It’s empty, there’s no-one there” John said confused as he climbed back in the truck.

“They could have walked in there” Cherie replied. “That’s the camp entrance anyway.”

“Let’s drive in then, it’s what we’re here for.”

John threw the truck back into gear and screeched across the road into the camp driveway. They drove on through the wooded entrance way. Then they came to the main building. John parked in front and turned off the engine.

They both got out.

“You have a look inside, I’ll check out here” John told Cherie.

“Sure, Ok.”

Cherie started walking toward the cabin. She got to the door and pushed it open. She walked into the main room. Nothing extraordinary stood out. There were chairs strewn about, a fireplace with a half burnt fire. Nothing much. Just then she heard John through the window.

“Looks like we got blood here, and by the look of it a headless body”

“Really” Cherie asked in surprise.

“No, wait. Found the head!” John exclaimed.

“Well, that’s gross.” Cherie replied as she continued through the room. As she walked into the kitchen, she screamed at the sight of a girl hanging from the wall. Her intestines spilled on to the floor.

John came rushing in. Gun in hand. “What’s up?” He exclaimed.

“Well, I guess these are the two from the car on the road.” John mentioned as he put the gun away in its holster.

“That’s disgusting” exclaimed Cherie, almost throwing up.

“Look I told you not to come, you did insist.” John replied.

“Well, I didn’t think I’d see that, did you?”

“No.” John replied. “There’s definitely something at work here. Though I haven’t found anything around here that could cause this.”

“Do you know where the mother was buried, after she died?” John asked. “Yeah, I think it was at the cemetery back in town.”

“Well, there’s nothing here at the moment. Let’s go back there and salt the bones. We can come back later and make sure.”

They went back to the truck and started driving back to town. Neither of them spoke as they journeyed back. They got to the graveyard.

“So what’s the name of this lady we’re looking for?” asked John.

“Mrs Voorhees” Replied Cherie. “I don’t know her first name. Her son’s name was Jason.”

They split up and began looking around for the gravestone. Twenty minutes later, Cherie yells out to John. “Over here, I’ve found her.”

John rushes up to where she is standing.

The grave stone in front of her reads:

In memory of Pamela Voorhees, Beloved Mother to Jason.

“Are you sure this is her?” asked John.

“Yep, I’m sure” Cherie replied.

“Let’s start digging then.” John said. “Go and get the salt and gas from the truck.”

John started digging as Cherie went to get the supplies.

An hour later john finally hit the top of the coffin. He lifted up the shovel and smashed throw the wood. John pulled the pieces out of the hole and threw it onto the dirt pile.

Cherie helped him out of the hole. They picked up the salt and fuel. John poured the gas on the bones as Cherie sprinkled the salt. Putting down the gas can, john threw a lit match into the grave. The gas made the bones ignite and a green flame burnt across them.

After about 10 minutes, the flames had burnt the bones to ash. They started to fill in the grave. Much easier than digging through the hard dirt in the first place.

Once the grave had been filled in they took their tools and walked back to the truck.

“Do you think that’s done it then?” Cherie asked.

“Hard to know” John replied “I’ll go back later and make sure. From the look of those bodies we found it may just happen at night. I will take you home first and go back alone.”

“No way!” Cherie half screamed. “I’m going.”

“Not this time” john said calmly. “Look its only confirmation, there won’t be anything to do, I’m sure. Best thing for you is to go back to the bar, and serve the hunters that come through.”

“Besides” John added. “Your Dad may come home at anytime. You don’t want him to get worried.”“Fine” Cherie muttered under her breath.

They drove away from the graveyard and back to the bar. John walked into the room he had booked and lay down on the bed. He had to be up tonight, so he would sleep now. Before he went to sleep, John got up and sprinkled a line of salt across the door and the windows to the place. Then he lay on the bed, fully dressed, and fell asleep.

When John awoke, it was 9pm. So he walked out to the truck and started his drive down the road. John turned the radio up a bit while he was driving. The song was ‘Enter Sandman’ by Metallica, John liked this, it made him think of Dean. He had to go back soon and see him, and Sam, he missed them.

John got to the camp driveway and pulled in. After driving throw the wooded driveway, John reached the main cabin again. He grabbed a shotgun from the back of the truck along with a machete and walked inside.

John propped up one of the wooden chairs and sat down, gun across his lap. After about an hour, John heard a creak from the wood panels outside and prepped the shotgun.

John started making his way outside, pushing the door with the barrel of his shotgun.  John walked around the side of the building, toward where he heard the noise. As he walked around the side, a figure walked out from behind a tree and swung at John, narrowly missing.

John spun around and blasted the shotgun at the figure. It hit him square in the chest, knocked him back a step. John noticed this did not seem to stop him. “Zombie” John thought. He took aim at the head and fired again. This seemed to disorientate the figure, but he kept coming.

“So I’m guessing your Jason?” John mentioned as he slowly backed up.  Jason just tilted his head to the side slightly and swung for John again. John saw this and swung the end of the shotgun, knocking the shotgun and machete out of their respective hands.

John quickly grabbed his machete from his belt and swung at Jason. The machete sliced through Jason’s arm. John swung again, aiming for his other arm. Missed. Jason moved at the last second and kicked John against the deck. Jason reached for him. John still tightly holding the machete, swung and got halfway through his neck.

Jason stumbled around. This gave John time to stand, and he swung the machete again. This time he took the head off completely.

John wasn’t going to take any chances with this. He swung and chopped of Jason’s other arm. Gathering up the pieces, john piled them up and burnt them with a salt coating. John left them burning as he got back in his truck and headed back to town.

When he reached there, John walked into the bar. The same hunters were there, in the corner still playing cards. John walked over to the bar. “The spirits gone now” He said to Cherie. “It’s time for me to go too.” John swigged the shot that Cherie had just poured for him, dropped a twenty on the counter and walked out the door.

John got in his truck, turned the key, put it in gear and drove off to hunt down Azazel. Back at Crystal Lake, The pile of Jason’s parts had stopped burning and was now just smouldering. As the pile cooled, a voice came through the air and whispered, “Come on Jason, Mommies got work for you to do. Wake up!”

THE END

 

 

 

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