Okay sothis is mysecond fan fic/ first chapter story...I'm tryna make it really good, better than the first one I wrote, The Maverick. SO PLEASE REVIEW...good or bad...I would love to know what you think about it!

Disclaimer: Hell! I wish I owned Dean and Sam...like I said... the dirty things I would do, but I don't sadly. The Winchester Mansion is a real place in San Jose,California. I did not make it up. William and Sarah Winchester were real people who owned the mansion.I made up all the characters myself except for the ones mentioned above or in other words anything you don't recognize is mine.Some stories about the mansion are diffrent,in terms of how many doors, rooms, etc.So forgive me if I went by some of the most recent. Enjoyy!

Chapter 1

The Winchester House

San Jose, California

"Okay now if you will turn your attention to the foyer you will see a actual picture of William and Sarah Winchester themselves," The tour guide said. "It isn't unheard of that Sarah Winchester still resides in this house, making sure thatnon of theghostscauseany harm to anyone.

"This house is….amazing." Michelle said.

"Yea that's one word for it, you think we'll see and ghosts while we're here?" Carlos said, nudging his girlfriend of two years.

"Gee, I hope not." She said with a nervous laugh.

"Oh c'mon, that's what we came here for right? I mean I didn't pay the extra thirty bucks for the night tourto leave without seeing an opaque figure of some sort. You know how much this place means to my family, my great great-grandfather is a part of this house, a piece of history.

Michelle gave Carlos a kiss on the cheek. " Okay babe, I'm sorry."

Carlos flashed her a smile.

"Well we better catch up to the group, we wouldn't want to get lost in this place….one hundred and sixty rooms is it?" Michelle asked.

" Yeah and doors that lead to…."

Carlos paused, mid-sentence. He could hear someone whispering. It seemed to come from down one of the hallways. He turned around slowly, questioning exactly where the voice was coming from. A mist of cold air had lightly formed in the room.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Michelle asked as she watched her boyfriend develop a look of confusion on his face.

"Shh…listen….it sounds like….a woman whispering or something."

Carlos released Michelle's hand and began to walk toward the voice.

Soon some of the lights began to shut off. The tour was ending, and they were closing up for the night.

"Carlos come on, they're closing, we have to go now. Would you please stop with the ghost stuff, you're scaring me."

As much as she didn't want to believe it , she too heard the whispers and felt the sudden drop in temperature in the room.


Michelle looked around for him, but he was no where in sight. More lights had started to turn off. She had to find him or they would be spending the night with some of the more "regular" guests.

"Carlos, c'mon this isn't funny!" Michelle yelled as she slowly walked down each hallway.

It grew quiet, the room gave off a eerie feel as she progressed. The only sound she could hear was her own drawn-out breathing.

She came too one of the Victorian living rooms. It was beautifully decorated and had wall to wall civil war depictions. She drew her attention to a large glass case hanging on the wall. It was filled with Winchester rifles from American Civil War, each with a description of who used which gun. Michelle noticed the case was unlocked and one of the guns was missing. She took a few steps forward and read the description underneath the worn in imprint where the gun was suppose to be.

"Colonel Santiago Verde. 1825-1864"

Santiago Verde, that's Carlos' great great-grandfather. But where is the gun?

She heard footsteps behind her, creaking on the floor boards. She slowly turned around, no one was there.

Suddenly a door at the end of the south corridor swung open and slammed back.


Michelle ran out of the living room and down the corridor. She came to the door that had just slammed shut. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door.

She peered in, expecting Carlos to be hiding inside. But there was nothing there, in fact, it wasn't even a room. It was one of the many doors of the house that led to nowhere.

Michelle closed the door with disappointment.

She felt two hands grip onto her shoulders. She shrieked in fear as she turned to face it.

"Haha, I got you! You totally freaked." Carlos said with a laugh.

Michelle punched him in the arm.

"Ow! Hey what was that for?

" For being such a jerk!" Michelle yelled." Where were you? How could you leave me alone like that?"

"Relax chica! I had to take a whiz , and I thought it would be funny to scare you cause you have been paranoid and jumpy since we got here."

"Yeah well your forgiven. We have to go, hopefully they haven't locked us in completely. By the way, put that gun back in the case before you get caught stealing."

"Gun? What gun?"

Michelle shook her head.

" The rifle that belonged to your great great-grandfather, put it back so we can leave."

" Oh that gun…..I don't have it."

" What do you mean you don't have it. It's gone and it was in the case when we got here, you showed it to me. I have no idea why you would want to take it, but it is a piece of history and…"

Carlos interrupted her. " Michelle, I don't have the gun," He looked at the case. "It was locked, and I don't have a key. How could I have even opened it to get the gun? "

Michelle stared at him. She began to feel the room temperature drop again. They heard the window open, which sent a rush of chilling air into the room. Carlos walked over to it and shut it. Then he heard Michelle scream, which made him turn to her to see what was going on.

" What? What's wrong?"

She pointed over his shoulder, hinting for him to turn around. He turned around slowly only to find a rifle, his great great-grandfather's rifle, suspended in mid-air, pointing right at him.

Fear rushed over the young man's face as he tried to back away, but the gun followed.


Michelle stood there, frozen in her own fear. Her eyes were wide and she was shaking like a leaf.

"M-Michelle listen to me, When I count to three, I want you to run down the hall and out the front doors. One …..t-two…"

"Three" a deep ghostly voice echoed.

With that the gun went off, causing Michelle to flinch and shut her eyes. When she opened them she let out a loud scream. Carlos lay there on the floor, bullet through the head.

The last thing she could remember was hearing an evil laughter before she fainted onto the floor.


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