#( ft. mikayla novak )

[museswithinx]

“ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?” (Will for Sam)

supernatural s1ep17 sentence starters

Sending out the S.O.S to the rest of the group, Sam swiftly grabbed for his ghost gun tucked in his belt and aimed it toward the darkness across the room. “Where the fuck is he?!” He breathes out in a panic as they look all around them. Laughter echoed through the room again, but it came from every direction and no one could pinpoint the clown’s exact location. He was concealed; hiding to fuck with them.

Suddenly the lights began to flicker, lighting the room just enough to be able to see. Shouting in terror, Sam caught the reflections in the mirrors. It was the clown, standing right behind the three of them with a demented overly-gleeful grin as he gave a little five finger wave. He whirls around in his panic with the gun going off but nobody was standing there with them. 

“He’s still in the mirrors!” Mikayla exclaims as Sam looks back to confirm that. 

Sure enough, Skippy was still there standing behind them, giggling to himself as he took glee in their fear. Sam aims the gun toward one of the mirrors now, but that only seems to further feed the clown’s amusement.

“What cha gonna do with that, Sammy boy? Shoot ole Skippy? Such violence, what would your Mother think! He-he-hee. How’s about a balloon instead?”

Suddenly the sound of a balloon being inflated fills the room and looking down, he notices a bright red balloon emerging from the muzzle of the ghost gun. Dropping it with a surprised shout, the gun clatters across the floor as the balloon continues to grow and grow until an abnormally loud pop sounds upon exploding. His ears were ringing from it. 

“He’s gone,” Mikayla says as she rubs her ears to soothe the ringing. 

There was no time to feel even a fraction of relief though as Mikayla’s screams filled the room as she was suddenly grabbed and lifted. Both him and Becker sprung into action as they leapt for the ghost gun, but before they could reach it, the rest of the squad showed up. Will was already in action as he slung a handful of rock salt at the clown. It didn’t appear to do much more than mildly irritate him, but it was enough to make him drop and release Mikayla.

“ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?”

“I don’t fucking know. There’s something seriously fucked here,” Sam mutters back to Will as the clown starts toward them now. Sid had needed six shots from the ghost gun earlier to stop him when she should have only needed one. The uptick in aggressive ghost activity in these recent adventures was beyond strange. This was supposed to be one of the more tame ones based on all their research.

Grabbing Will’s arm, he starts pushing him toward the hatch in the floor. “Come on. We need to end this. Go!” Giving him another push to pick up the pace, he follows him down the ladder into the unknown darkness below. Sawyer, Mikayla, and Becker followed, but the others shouted they’d try to keep the clown busy up top.

It felt too long before they finally reached solid ground. Or rather, ankle deep water. This place looked to be a bunker of sorts, or maybe a lair that had gotten a bit flooded over the decades. Shining a flashlight around the dark room, Sam found some old newspaper clippings on the wall of missing persons and one about his murder buddy being brought to justice. “Definitely a villain lair,” he comments out loud as the others look over the clippings.

“Where do you think he was laid out?” He asks, wondering if there was a third guy in all this or maybe a friend who would have buried him here. This place had obviously been his whole life; livelihood, murder extracurriculars, and all. Splitting up, they start looking around for anything that stuck out. Hopefully the bones weren’t in the water because the water was dirty and finding them would be a lot harder. 

Before too long though, Sawyer was calling them over to a shelf. “What’d you find, baby?” He asks, noting how the shelf appeared to be more of a ‘trophy case’ with what appeared to be different accessories from the murder victims. However, that wasn’t what Sawyer had found as she pointed a section of the concrete wall behind it. There was a giant hole in it.

“Good eye,” he commends her fondly before the others make their way over and they pull the shelf away from the wall. Some shouts sound from above as Will shines his light in there; worry stirring in the pit of Sam’s stomach for his siblings. “What do you see?” He asks anxiously before Will confirms it was unmistakeably human remains.

“Guys, hurry up!” Erin shouts down to them, panicked.

There was a bit more hustle in their movements now as Will dug out the salt from his bag. Will opened the container and began throwing it all over the bones inside the concrete hole. Above them, there was a very loud and angry shout. It didn’t sound human.

“He knows! He’s coming! Hurry up!” Erin shouts down to them.

“Oh fuck!” Sam breathes as he urges Will to pick up the pace. It was right about the time he finished that the clown appeared across the room. He was angrier than they’d ever seen him as he roared and started hurling toward them with murderous eyes.

“Sam, burn them!” Mikayla shouts in terror.

Shaking in horror, Sam frantically fishes the matches out of his pocket but accidentally drops them into the water in his panic. “Fuck!” He screams, snatching them back out in hopes of saving them but the matchbook was soaked through. Sucking in air as the clown got closer, he starts tearing through his bag for the backup lighter he had; throwing equipment aside that was in the way. 

He finds it at the very bottom as the others were shouting at him. Mikayla screams again as the clown makes a grab for her before Becker pulls her behind. Flipping the top of the lighter, a flame comes to life and Sam quickly tosses it into the hole with the bones as it instantly catches fire. Sam stares wide-eyed as the clown starts screaming, the sound distorted, agonized, and unhuman as he clutches his head and suddenly bursts. At the same time, the flames in the hole of the concrete die down before fizzling out. Skippy was gone.

“Oh my fucking God,” Sam breathes out with a hand coming to rest over his pounding heart. It literally felt like it might burst out of his chest. “I’m never going to the fair again.”

[museswithinx]

“W.W.B.D. what would buffy do? huh?” (Will for Mikayla)

supernatural s1ep17 sentence starters

As the night wore on, the ghost clown was getting increasingly more aggressive in their encounters. He’d locked Sawyer and Sam in the Funhouse and chased them throughout, having just narrowly escaped. They had obtained the missing information they needed, so now they needed a plan to end Skippy’s reign of terror here. Then they could leave knowing the land was no longer cursed.

“We know he’s an accomplice to the original killer, or possibly the mastermind behind those murders in the 1900s. We also know that he has some weird tolerance built up against our equipment.” Mikayla recaps once Sam and Sawyer finally relaxed a bit and caught their breath again. “So, what do we do now? How do we go about this?”

“W.W.B.D. what would buffy do? huh?” Will chimes in, earning a small grin from her.

“Probably crack a badass one liner before kicking his ass back to the pit,” she retorts before growing serious as they all put on their thinking caps. Sid said she had to shoot the clown about six times to make it count and he bounced back from it quickly. They could perform an exorcism, but that would require luring him to a specific spot and then somehow trapping him so they could do it. If he had immunity to their ghost gun, who’s to say he didn’t also have it to their magic?

Then an idea did come.

“What if we, like, Winchester’d it?” She suggests, looking to Will then Becker and then the rest of the group. “If he haunts this place, then he has to have something that ties him to it. Maybe his bones are here.” Sam caught on to her thinking at the same time Will and Sawyer did. The four of them had binged the show awhile back when they first started these adventures. 

“Salt repels evil. We salt the bones, and then burn them. Fucking genius!” Sam pipes up.

“Exactly! We just need to figure out where his bones are.”

[museswithinx]

“Nothing’s ever harmed us, except freaking us out.” { Sawyer for Mikayla }

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ RANDOM GHOST ADVENTURES SENTENCES / PART ONE

Mikayla had known Sawyer was struggling with the aftermath of Christmas more than she let on, but witnessing her meltdown was worse than she imagined. She saw just how deep the trauma ran. She wanted to run forward and comfort her, but Sam was already on it and there was no one more capable of consoling her than him.

Taking a breath as she watched Sam cradle her sister and whisper words of comfort to her, Mikayla looked to Becker. That spirit said he wanted Sam, but why? Did it know he’d died before? Was it jealous he got a second chance? “He’s not going to die again, right?” She murmurs as if looking for reassurance herself. Sam was her friend too, and she couldn’t bear to see Sawyer lose him again like that either. As Becker shook his head promising they weren’t going to let that happen, she nodded. She hoped he was right.

After what felt like an eternity later, Sam was finally able to bring Sawyer back down from her episode. Her screams went quiet and she was coherent again. That was when Mikayla finally stepped forward and knelt down to her, taking her sister’s hands in her own. “No one’s gonna hurt Sam, okay? No one’s letting that happen ever again.”

“Nothing’s ever harmed us, except freaking us out.” Sawyer was muttering. This obviously wasn’t their usual experience with ghost hunting.

“I know. And nothing’s going to harm us now,” she tries to reassure her best friend as Sam, with a reassuring kiss to Sawyer’s forehead, stood to talk to the others. Mikayla stayed on the floor with Sawyer.

He was determined now. Angry. “We need to exorcise it,” Sam was saying to the rest of the group. “I’m not fucking staying in here till morning while this bastard torments us. So we need to Sam and Dean Winchester this bitch and send him packing straight to Hell.” Sam pulls the energy neutralizer gun from its holster. “I made this with Will and Sawyer when we first started doing this. It scatters spirit energy, but only temporarily. But maybe we can upgrade it to be permanent.”

Sam turns to Will. “We’ll need to make him show himself, but do you think we can replicate the device your dad created? The ghost shredder?”

[museswithinx]

“ why do i have to go in there?” { Becker for Sam }

supernatural s1ep17 sentence starters

After some further discussion with the group, they were able to narrow their search down to the Funhouse. Sam vowed never to go in there again but it was the most logical place to find where the bones might’ve ended up. All accounts online stated that he’d been only ever been spotted inside the Funhouse. That very much wasn’t the case with their visit but the why was something they’d figure out another time.

As they approached this god forsaken fucking place again, Sam took a deep breath. He’d been in here with Sawyer barely an hour ago and they’d gotten chased down throughout the entire thing like some horror film. Being back here wasn’t exactly his idea of fun but they needed to end it. The group agreed to split up to cover more ground and look for anything significant or out of the ordinary such as a secret door or loose floor boards.

“I hate this fucking room,” Sam comments, keeping close to Becker and Mikayla. The three were having a look around the mirror room; avoiding looking at the mirrors all the while cause Sam did NOT want to find the clown reflecting back with that creepy ass grin of his. “It was cool the first time but I’m over it.” 

Pressing a hand against each mirror he walked past, he gave a little push to see if any of them budged. None of them did. There were no secret hidden doors in here. They were about to head to investigate the next room over when Mikayla stepped down and there was a soft creak. All three stopped when they heard it.

Sam points the beam of his light at Mikayla’s feet and notices the very faint outline of a door in the floor. “I knew it! There’s always a fucking secret room.” Mikayla steps off to the side then as Becker leans down to the latch. The door resisted, seemingly stuck shut, as Sam came over to help him. Another few firm tugs though and it finally gave, creaking open loudly. Kneeling down at the opening, Sam shines his light down there. There was a sketchy ladder that lead down into pure darkness, which made him uneasy.

“You go down first,” Sam insists to his boss as he places a hand on his shoulder and nudges him toward the ladder.

“why do i have to go in there?”

“Because you’re the oldest and I’ve already met my heart attack quota for basically the rest of my fucking life.” He retorts as Becker gives him a look. “Hey, don’t give me that look. I’m sorry it sucks to be old, but I don’t make the fucking rules.”

“I think we should probably alert the rest of the group first,” Mikayla interrupts. “We don’t really know what's down there and Will has the salt with him. I’m like 99% sure his bones are down there, it’s where I’d stash them if I were whoever put them there, anyway. It’s safer if we’re all together.”

Sam couldn’t really argue there, so he didn’t. “Alright. I’ll get the others on the radio,” he says as he slings his bag over onto his lap to grab his walkie. Good thing they’d thought to bring these along since the cell service was sketchy. Finding it, he turns it on and gets Will on the line. “Hey, get everyone and come back down to the room with the mirrors. We found a hatch in the floor.”

A familiar laugh echoed through the room just then, sending the hairs on his neck standing on end as he spoke into the radio once. “We found the fucking clown too, please hurry the fuck up!”

[museswithinx]

“ are you crazy?” { Sid for Sam }

*: ･ﾟ✧   friday the 13th (1980)

When Haley and Connor had recounted everything, the beast was the only thing that made sense to him. It had killed most of the original creators and what was left had locked it away underneath Old Fell Church. This area was close enough to Mystic Falls and very likely where the massacre occurred. The others seemed to agree.

“So if we are dealing with that group, what do we do?” Aubrey asked looking to Sam.

“We can try to make contact,” he suggests receiving a number of looks before he has to defend that idea. “One of them might be chatty. Maybe they’ll talk or give clues so we can figure out next steps or something.”

“ are you crazy?” Sid steps forward now with that firm big sister look.

“Well what the fuck else do you suggest we do, Sid?” He snaps at her. “It might be as simple as unfinished business or it might be more complicated than that. We might have to exorcise or some shit, but I want to get the fuck out of here, alright?”

“But we don’t even have our ghost hunting gear,” Mikayla chips in.

She had a point there. None of the ghost busters had planned for a spontaneous ghost hunt this weekend so they were ill prepared on that front. However, he was a tinkerer and they had a whole summer camp at their disposal. There was bound to be something he could scrap together. 

“I can probably make a Spirit Box,” he says. “But we’ll need to find a walkie or something I can mess with. It needs to be on a specific frequency to speak with the dead so if we can find one, I’ll see what I can do in making it work. Our other option would be a makeshift Ouija board. We’ll need a witch for that one.”

[museswithinx]

‘it’s okay. you’re safe.’ { Shadow for Sam for whenever they meet }

STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

After work let out for the day, Sam grabbed some dinner with Sawyer and Mikayla at The Grill before the trio headed down to the park. There was a fireworks show going on tonight, so they were going to meet up with some of the group to watch. It didn’t exactly make up for the vacation they’d lost but any excuse to spend some extra time with his girlfriend was fine with him. No amount of time with her ever felt like enough.

“Becker said that they’re on their way,” Mikayla announced as she checked her messages.

“My siblings are already here. Sid says they’re all down by the water,” Sam informs them as they walk inside the park itself. Spotting the small group of them, he points them out. “There they are.”

As the three of them start in that direction, Sam comes to sudden halt and lags behind a bit as he hears it. It was her voice, he’d never forget it or mistake it for someone else. Batman, it sounded like she’d called to him. His breath getting caught in his throat, he slowly turns to the source and finds her. The first time he’d hallucinated, she’d been far off and hadn’t even looked in his direction but now she was within touching distance, eyes trained on him.

‘it’s okay. you’re safe.’ She says softly reaching out for him.

His eyes widen in horror as he jerks back and all the oxygen disappears, leaving him gasping for it. Suddenly he wasn’t in the park anywhere, he was back where he’d died with the rope around his neck. His leg screamed in pain from where it had been snapped while the weight of him relied solely on his good leg. If that gave out, he’d choke to death. 

“This is how people die by a werewolf hand, fighting with every ounce of their ability.”

She was there, taunting him all over again. Her nails dug into his good leg like claws. His eyes watered and he couldn’t breathe. He was hyperventilating. 

“Lucky for you, I’m running low on time for the big show.” 

She picked up the rock, the one that would leave a gaping hole in his skull. A sharp ghost pain spiked anew there as his hand clutched that side of it to dull the agony. She stepped forward to raised her arm to swing it down and he screamed out for his mother.

“MOM!”