"You say this attacker looked exactly like your daughter Sharon?" questioned D.
"I thought she did," Mrs. Walker said. She was silent for a moment. "But that's impossible. Sharon was taking a shower, upstairs in her bathroom. She came running down when I screamed. She couldn't have been in two places at once."
D and Samantha exchanged curious glances. Two places at once, huh? Samantha asked, "Did あなた see the attacker's eyes?"
"The eyes?" Mrs. Walker thought back. "Only for a second, but yeah, I did."
"Did they look unusual at all?"
"Unusual, like...?"
"Strange color," Samantha said. "It might look like a camera flare, または it moght be red または yellow, all black, または all white."
Mrs. Walker shook her head. "No, they were just blue."
Samantha nodded thoughtfully.
D pressed on, "Have あなた ever had any electrical problems here- like maybe the lights flickering on and off? または maybe you've heard strange noises, like rats scratching in the walls?"
Mrs. Walker looked offended. "We've kept this house in perfect condition. We've never had any trouble with the pipes, lines, または wires, and we do not have rats または insects. What do あなた think this house is- haunted?"
D clamped her mouth shut. Samantha raised her eyebrows.
"I talked to a psychiatrist yesterday," Mrs. Walker continued. "She 発言しました that it was a very traumatic event that my mind couldn't handle. My husband had no enemies. He was the sweetest, kindest, most loving man I've ever known. No one had any reason to kell him. So my mind assumed it must be someone close. It wasn't me, it had to be my daughter, which made no sense, because she's as kind-hearted as her father was. My mind couldn't handle the conflict, so it blocked out a very few seconds, just enough time for the girl to get awayl. That is what my psychiatrist told me, and it makes もっと見る sense than the スーパーナチュラル nonsense あなた seem to be looking for."
D grinned congenially, thinking, Well, THIS is certainly going well.
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Sam picked the lock on the back door and opened the door slowly. He and Dean stepped inside, and Sam closed the door gently behind him. Dean pulled his EMF meter out of his inner ジャケット pocket and scanned the kitchen. Sam did the same with his cell phone, searching for any lights または strange movements.
"Getting anything?" asked Dean.
Sam shook his head.
"Me, either."
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"I apologize," Samantha 発言しました to Mrs. Walker. "I didn't mena to offend あなた または dishonour your husband または your home."
Mrs. Walker nodded in acceptance of her apology.
D was sitting at such an angle that she could see into the kitchen. The boys had searched the back half of the house, and they stood in the キッチン doorway, watching Mrs. Walker warily. She had her back to them, and to the stairway, as well, on the back ウォール of the living room. D caught Dean's glance and gestured towards the stairs with her eyes. Dean and Sam sneaked out of the キッチン and started up the stairs.
Mrs. Walker started to get up. D and Samantha rose quickly, watching as Sam and Dean paused, halfway up the stairs, in plain sight. "Well, if that's all the questions," Mrs. Walker told the girls, "I do have housework to get back to." She started to turn around.
"Oh, wait," Samantha 発言しました quickly. Mrs. Walker turned back to her, giving Sama nd Dean time to scamper upstairs. D breathed a sigh of relief. Samantha, her pulse quickened によって the fear of being caught, said, "Could we talk to your daughter for a minute?"
"I'm afraid not," Mrs. Walker said. "She's been very depressed since her father's death. She is taking a nap upstairs, and I refuse to disturb her."
D forced herself to not look nervous. "Upstairs?" Where the boys were?
"Besides, everything I told あなた was the truth," Mrs. Walker contended.
"And we believe you," Samantha 発言しました quickly. "We do, it's just-"
"People likes to be very thorough," D put in. "We just want to be sure we're as accurate as possible."
"Bull," Mrs. Walker scoffed. "I was looking through an issue of People yesterday while I was waiting to see Dr. Miller. I wanted to barf, it was so full of crap."
D smiled. "Well, not all reporters are as thorough as we are, believe me."
"I thought she did," Mrs. Walker said. She was silent for a moment. "But that's impossible. Sharon was taking a shower, upstairs in her bathroom. She came running down when I screamed. She couldn't have been in two places at once."
D and Samantha exchanged curious glances. Two places at once, huh? Samantha asked, "Did あなた see the attacker's eyes?"
"The eyes?" Mrs. Walker thought back. "Only for a second, but yeah, I did."
"Did they look unusual at all?"
"Unusual, like...?"
"Strange color," Samantha said. "It might look like a camera flare, または it moght be red または yellow, all black, または all white."
Mrs. Walker shook her head. "No, they were just blue."
Samantha nodded thoughtfully.
D pressed on, "Have あなた ever had any electrical problems here- like maybe the lights flickering on and off? または maybe you've heard strange noises, like rats scratching in the walls?"
Mrs. Walker looked offended. "We've kept this house in perfect condition. We've never had any trouble with the pipes, lines, または wires, and we do not have rats または insects. What do あなた think this house is- haunted?"
D clamped her mouth shut. Samantha raised her eyebrows.
"I talked to a psychiatrist yesterday," Mrs. Walker continued. "She 発言しました that it was a very traumatic event that my mind couldn't handle. My husband had no enemies. He was the sweetest, kindest, most loving man I've ever known. No one had any reason to kell him. So my mind assumed it must be someone close. It wasn't me, it had to be my daughter, which made no sense, because she's as kind-hearted as her father was. My mind couldn't handle the conflict, so it blocked out a very few seconds, just enough time for the girl to get awayl. That is what my psychiatrist told me, and it makes もっと見る sense than the スーパーナチュラル nonsense あなた seem to be looking for."
D grinned congenially, thinking, Well, THIS is certainly going well.
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Sam picked the lock on the back door and opened the door slowly. He and Dean stepped inside, and Sam closed the door gently behind him. Dean pulled his EMF meter out of his inner ジャケット pocket and scanned the kitchen. Sam did the same with his cell phone, searching for any lights または strange movements.
"Getting anything?" asked Dean.
Sam shook his head.
"Me, either."
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"I apologize," Samantha 発言しました to Mrs. Walker. "I didn't mena to offend あなた または dishonour your husband または your home."
Mrs. Walker nodded in acceptance of her apology.
D was sitting at such an angle that she could see into the kitchen. The boys had searched the back half of the house, and they stood in the キッチン doorway, watching Mrs. Walker warily. She had her back to them, and to the stairway, as well, on the back ウォール of the living room. D caught Dean's glance and gestured towards the stairs with her eyes. Dean and Sam sneaked out of the キッチン and started up the stairs.
Mrs. Walker started to get up. D and Samantha rose quickly, watching as Sam and Dean paused, halfway up the stairs, in plain sight. "Well, if that's all the questions," Mrs. Walker told the girls, "I do have housework to get back to." She started to turn around.
"Oh, wait," Samantha 発言しました quickly. Mrs. Walker turned back to her, giving Sama nd Dean time to scamper upstairs. D breathed a sigh of relief. Samantha, her pulse quickened によって the fear of being caught, said, "Could we talk to your daughter for a minute?"
"I'm afraid not," Mrs. Walker said. "She's been very depressed since her father's death. She is taking a nap upstairs, and I refuse to disturb her."
D forced herself to not look nervous. "Upstairs?" Where the boys were?
"Besides, everything I told あなた was the truth," Mrs. Walker contended.
"And we believe you," Samantha 発言しました quickly. "We do, it's just-"
"People likes to be very thorough," D put in. "We just want to be sure we're as accurate as possible."
"Bull," Mrs. Walker scoffed. "I was looking through an issue of People yesterday while I was waiting to see Dr. Miller. I wanted to barf, it was so full of crap."
D smiled. "Well, not all reporters are as thorough as we are, believe me."
