15 Ghost Busting
15: ch.
15 Ghost Busting
Nick’s face contorted as he smelt an overwhelming scent of rose with an undertone of rotting meat, like someone dunked rotten flesh into a bucket of perfume.
If one didn’t have an above average nose, they would have only smelt the pleasant scent and not the hidden decay.
Nick glanced at his rear-view mirror and saw a woman in thin white pajamas staring back at him.
She was Blond haired, blue-eyed, sickly pale skin and her hair and clothes seemed to be wet causing her nightgown to cling to her body, outlining a beautiful figure and turning her clothes transparent.
Nick calmed his frightened heart and reached out very calmly, turning off the still static walkie-talkie, before mustering his courage.
“Excuse me ma’am…but this isn’t an ube- uh taxi, can you please get out?”
“Please…send me home.”
This had been the same sentence Jack and many of the other doomed men had heard as at this time, Nick could see the pyjama straps that were holding her night gown, slide down, revealing her ample cleavage.
‘Jesus!
If I didn’t know she was a ghost planning on murdering me, I’d have definitely obliged.’ Despite the strangeness of the situation the woman’s incredible beauty could persuade most men.
Nick started to focus on the faint smell of rot and the photos from her case files.
Thinking back to her bloated broken corpse alongside the faint rotten smell was able to instantly kill any idea of seduction.
Pulling over to the side of the road, Nick pulled the handbrake, and attempted to put on a stoic face “Listen lady, I’m gay!
S-so get the fuck out of my car or I’m calling the police!”
Nick was not actually gay, he was in fact as straight as an arrow, but he really didn’t want to fight this ghost alone!
The woman seemed to look at Nick with a little confusion before a hideous smile appeared on her pale face, her eyes moved slightly and the car suddenly locked itself, restarted and drove without Nick controlling it.
Desperately clawing at the lock, Nick couldn’t open it no matter what, so he moved on to breaking the window.
Taking out his pistol, he used the handle to smash down onto the glass to no avail.
He was tempted of shooting it but the idea of ricochet was far to great a danger inside the vehicle.
Looking at the steering wheel moving without anyone touching it, Nick could only calm himself down and wait for her to finish driving.
He knew that with his conversation being interrupted, veterans like Dean and Sam should notice something was wrong and come looking for him soon.
What’s more, he is not without countermeasures, Nick quietly put his hand in his pocket and touched something hidden, a ziploc bag of table salt!
According to Dean Winchester, pure iron and salt should have a negative effect on ghosts, but the only way to completely kill a ghost is to salt the bones before burning them.
‘I really should have really watched this show more!’
Nick vowed in his heart that if the woman tried to attack him, he would take out this bag of salt and punch her in the face with it!
The SUV drove along the highway for more than ten minutes before getting off the highway and driving onto a very rugged dirt road.
After driving along this dirt road for more than ten minutes, the car arrived at an abandoned farm before slowly coming to a stop.
It looked like a typical ranch style two story house, except it looked very dilapidated.
The wooden walls were covered in thick vines and every window was busted out, the front door was busted off of its hinges.
The car’s headlight showed onto the house, illuminating the front of it, but couldn’t penetrate the darkness inside of the house, making it look like a black hole resided within.
‘Isnt this Beth’s house?’ Nick glanced at the woman in the back seat with some confusion.
‘Does this girl really just want to go home?
Could it be that those men were so scared that they didn’t send her home, which was why they disappeared?
Why aren’t we around where all of the cars are found?!’
Nick frowned before clenching the salt bag in his hand and made up his mind.
If this ghost really just wants to go home, then as long as she doesn’t do anything to him, then she can temporarily be let go.
“Home, my home…” The woman’s figure flickered, and she suddenly appeared in the passenger seat, looking at the small house in front of her with wonder, “My beautiful home, warm home…”
Nick gave a dry cough and solemnly said, “Well, now that you are home, you should get going.”
“I’m home…I’m home…I’m home…” the woman murmured, but her tone gradually became colder and colder, “It’s a pity…
a pity…
I can’t go back!
A dark air suddenly radiated from the woman, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Nick.
Her beautiful flawless face began to slough off her skull, revealing a rotten skeleton with a chunk of flesh and maggot falling off of it!
“Fuck you!”
Without saying anything, Nick took out a handful of salt and threw it on to the woman’s face.
A loud mournful scream was heard as the white salt grains splashed on to the woman, it looked like a spoonful of water was poured into a hot frying pan as her rotten face started to burn from the salt.
As she flickered in and out of existence, the car began to turn on as the locks on the door opened!
After a few seconds of the woman’s figure violently distorting, she disappeared in an instant as the car turned off and the locks closed once again.
Nick breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the Ziploc bag full of salt “Thankfully this actually works!”
Despite his temporary victory, it wasn’t over yet.
Twisting the key in the ignition, the engine sputters on and off until it shuts off completely.
Nick immediately unfastened his seat belt and tried to get out of the car, but the locked door still wouldn’t budge as Nick realized that the woman hadn’t left him yet, she was still lurking within the darkness watching him.
Pulling out a handful of salt from his pocket, Nick drew his pistol with his other hand, watching the surroundings vigilantly.
Thankfully Dean had given Nick a few iron bullets that would work as well as salt.
Suddenly a cold wind blew in from the AC and the woman in white suddenly manifested in front of Nick, straddling him.
Opening his hand, Nick tried to throw the salt only for the woman to just waved her hand as both the salt and pistol in Nick’s hand were grabbed by an invisible force and thrown to the floor.
If civilians saw this scene, they might’ve called the cops for public indecency, meanwhile Nick was fighting for his life.
The woman’s eyes gleaming with cruel bloodthirsty cold light.
‘Damn it, why haven’t those two bastards arrived yet?’
Nick shouted in his head, seeing Beth pinching at his neck with both hands, Nick hurriedly shouted, “Beth!
I didn’t cheat!
Why are you killing me.”
“But you are a man, you’ll eventually cheat…it’s in your nature…” The woman smiled cruelly, “So evil…you are all damned!!”
Her extremely cold hands wrapped around Nick’s throat, using all of her strength to choke the life out of him.
Nick tried struggling with all of his might against the invisible force pinning his hands, no escape could be made.
As Nick’s face reached a deep shade of purple, and his consciousness was starting to get fuzzy, he desperately activated all of his abilities.
Without holding anything back, all of the skin in Nick’s body had been replaced with scales, his pupils became thin vertical slits and a newfound anger filled his heart.
Activating the mental effect of the human he absorbed, Nick felt an overwhelming rage fill his entire being as the ghost became shocked at his sudden new appearance.
“GET OFF ME YOU ROTTING BITCH!!” Feeling like his bones were about to snap and his veins burst, Nick was too pissed off to care as he was somehow able to overpower the ghosts invisible force as he shakily grabbed the half dumped bag of salt before ripping it open on top of her.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” The deafening distorted shriek of the woman invoked no sympathy in the enraged Nick, it served to piss him off even more in this state!
“YOU CANT GO HOME?
OR IS IT THAT YOU DONT WANT TO!!!” Sticking his hand through the flickering ghost, Nick turned the car on with one fluid turn, put it in drive, and slammed his foot on the gas.
“IM MAKING YOU GO HOME!”