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“Hello. Can I speak to David?”
“I'm sorry, but David doesn't live here anymore.” Natalie frowned, and glanced at the clock. She only had about a half-hour before she had to leave for work. “My husband and I have just moved in.”
“Oh. So, he sold the house?”
“Yeah.” A pause, then Natalie added, “Mind if I ask who this is? I might be able to forward a message to him, so he can get in touch with you.”
“Well...” the caller hedged. “It isn't really about David. It's more about the house.” The caller then cleared his throat, then added, “My name is Sam Winchester. And this is gonna sound really weird, but the house is haunted.”
“Umm...”
“I know, I know. Sounds completely crazy.”
“Actually,” Natalie replied. “It's not that crazy...” After all, she'd seen some crazy things in the last few years of her life—the ghost of her dead grandmother, for one thing. Not to mention that her husband, while a very sweet and loving man, wasn't exactly the poster boy for normalcy. “Look, Sam, you wouldn't mind meeting us tomorrow morning to talk about this more, would you? I'm Dr. Natalie Lambert, and my husband is Detective Nick Knight...”
“Okay, Dr. Lambert,” Sam agreed. “You mind if I bring my brother Dean? We deal with this kind of thing professionally.”
“All right. Why don't you swing by around 8 a.m. tomorrow? We're both night owls, so we go to sleep around mid-day.”
“Will do. Have a good night, Dr. Lambert.”
It turned out the two brothers were hunters of the supernatural. They had also quickly discovered Nick was, in fact, a vampire. Though the older brother, Dean, didn't appear to be happy about it, they agreed that since Nick didn't drink human blood, he wasn't dangerous enough to kill.
The brothers stuck to ending the ghost that was haunting the house's stairway, instead. Once they did enough research on the house, they found out who the ghost had been.
Turned out that, in the old farm house, the farmer who built it had died from a heart attack. Well, more accurately, the heart attack had resulted in a fatal fall down the stairs. The farmer was just a mixed-up former person who didn't want to leave the place he'd once called home.
Turns out, getting rid of the ghost was really easy—Nick got the Winchesters the cover so they could dig up the body, dump salt on it and then burn it in its re-opened grave. The ghost merely disappated after that.
“I know weird is your forte,” Natalie groused at Nick. “But couldn't you have bought us a normal house?”
