It's impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt on Halloween night. Timmy locked the door on us in his bedroom and something wasn’t quite right.

My stomach turned to knots. I thought this was a joke, but I looked at Sam who trembled from head to toe. I knew then that this was real. Timmy must have snapped when we heard on the news that his brother, Dean had been killed two days ago. The killer had yet to be caught, so everyone in town was on edge.

I leaned on the door whispering to myself but to Timmy even more, “Sam is terrified, please let us out. We’re here to protect you, even if it's from yourself. We know how you can get stuck in your head.”

“No,” he replied with a heavy sigh. “You don’t understand. I have to

keep you all safe. The real killer’s out there and the cops say they have leads, but no news yet of him. Why did it have to be Dean? I feel so guilty for leaving him alone. It should have been me!”

I saw the light turn on from under the door. “It’s so dark in here I can’t see my own hands, Timmy, but if you let us out then Sam and I can help you.”

“He was a problem,” we heard the sink turn on.

”Who was a problem?” Sam asked.

“Dean. He wasn’t a match…His blood. I mean. I thought he was a match to cure our mother’s illness. But I accidentally killed him!”

We heard the sink shut off.

“I think he’s trying to get rid of the blood stains from his clothes,” I whispered to Sam. The strong smell of bleach wafted to our noses. We hadn’t

eaten for hours and we both felt neausous.

”W-what’s going to happen to us?” Sam asked the question that we were both thinking.

”Well…” he hesitated before continuing. “One of you has got to be a match of course.” I could hear the malice in his voice. Not all the person we knew a week ago.

The door was the only barrier between us and him. We could barely see the doorknob turn and with a faint click it opened.

“Don’t worry though, Dean would have wanted this.”