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I had been in Santa Carla for a total of thirty minutes before I got myself into trouble. And I don’t mean ‘staying out past your curfew’ type of trouble. Or even ‘getting caught stealing’ kind of trouble. I mean witnessing a fucking gruesome murder of a total of ten people. That’s right. Ten people.

Little old me had stumbled upon it because that’s just the type of luck I have. But one gruesome murder was not all Santa Carla was going to have in store for me. Oh no. It was going to show me lots and lots of so not cool new things. And maybe one or two that actually could be put in the cool column. Not to mention a few people I could forever file under the ‘badass’ category.

Those badasses were none other than Dean and Sam Winchester. And the horrors they saved me from were uncountable. Not to mention the fact they killed the most powerful vampire I’ve ever met.

And this is that story.

“People are strange, when you’re a stranger,” I whispered. The lights from the carousel were blurring together in front of me as I walked. They had started blurring together after my third trip around. Now I was on my fifth. There was just something about the boardwalk that drew me in but that something was eluding me. Maybe it was the bright lights and the smell of carnival food. Or the Indie band that was playing live down by the beach. All of them could have been considered my scene.

I had been in Santa Carla for a total of twenty minutes. So far, coming here was looking like a good decision.

Actually, it had been a split decision. I was one of those girls that had no idea what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. I was one of those girls that was pretty sure she wasn’t going to end up anywhere in life except maybe behind a desk somewhere for life. Graduation had been almost exactly a year ago and I still haven’t even enrolled in a college class let alone a full year of it. Coming to Santa Carla had been a purely restless decision. My life before Santa Carla had consisted of waiting tables at a small dinner in the town I had grown up in. And frankly, it got old really fast. It just took me a while to come up with what to do with myself.

I had heard about Santa Carla. Not much but still a little. Most of what I had heard was about the boardwalk or Santa Carla’s extreme rate of homicides and missing people. Both had intrigued me right away. After about two days of thought, I hopped on a bus with a one-way ticket. It had been a pretty long drive but once I got off the bus it all seemed worth it.

The boardwalk was the first place I headed. Even though it was already eight at night and I had more important things to do like finding a hotel to stay in.

And that’s pretty much how I ended up here, making rounds around the place. Every time I took another trip around the boardwalk, I found something new to interest me.

The people were amazing. Even for this day and age they stood out in a crowd. They drew eyes towards them. A tall, skinny guy walking in front of me was the current bearer of my attentions. His hair was spiked into a Mohawk. The front was a bright green color while the back was a hot pink. And purple highlights accented both the front and the back. Just as I was about to follow him further into the crowd, to where his friends waited for him on the other side of the boardwalk, music caught my attention. I turned toward it as I tried to get a better idea of what the song was. It drew me closer towards the beach and I let the sound guide me closer and closer. Soon the sound of the music was mixing with the sound of the crashing waves on the beach. And then the waves and the music were mixing with the sounds of hoots and hollers. I came to a hill. Just behind it, the orange light of a fire reached towards the sky. The noises were louder now and I was sure I was close. The hill was steep as I made my way up it but I was determined to see what all the fuss was about.

A fire blinked at me when I got to the top and I had to blink to adjust to the light. Surfers, I decided, after a few minutes of studying. They were all dressed in some sort of wet suit and each had what looked like a beer clutched in their hand. The music was coming from a boom box that sat on a rock. Most of the surfers were dancing around the fire in what I could only guess was a drunken stupor. Their words were slurred as they screamed along with the music. They were all men but I tried not to think on that fact too much.

It was another step forward that brought me to my thirty minute marker. I had officially been in Santa Carla for thirty minutes and thirty minutes was all it took for me to find trouble.

It happened so fast. I didn’t even have time to blink. One minute they were dancing around the fire and the next there were new editions to their ranks and chaos had erupted. At the first sight of blood, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even scream. There were no words that could describe what I was seeing in front of me. The carnage was just unbelievable even when I was seeing it for my own eyes. Limbs, guts, and blood were flying everywhere. And four boys stood out in all of it.

They were covered in blood but not only that, they were eating the remains of the surfers. And enjoying it. It bordered blood play as they smeared the dark liquid over their faces and sucked it from their fingers.

Just as quickly as it had started it was over and I was left shaking like a leaf at the top of the hill. The four boys below me, the only ones left alive, were laughing and throwing the remaining parts of the surfers in the fire. And there weren’t that many remaining parts.

My mouth felt like it was full of cotton. I still couldn’t bring myself to scream. I could only gap like a fish at the scene in front of me. I could only feel myself shaking, I couldn’t stop it. The logical person would have run by now or at least found a hiding spot. But fear had taken me and it wasn’t letting go any time soon.

And then the unthinkable happened. At least unthinkable to me.

A squeak. Just a small squeak, escaped my mouth.

And that was all it took for all four murderers to turn towards me.