You and Dean went on a hunt together. You hadn't been on a hunt that consisted of just you two in a long time so you could say it was rather nice. That was until your greatest fear spawned.

It was an old school, it must have been abandoned over 40, maybe 50 years ago. Nearly everything was coated in dust, that was, apart from the items that had been moved around by some naïve dumbass juveniles. A bunch of kids had broke into this place about a week earlier and decided to push tables about, drew penises in the dust and left bottles of beer laying around. This immaturity pissed off whatever spirit resided in the place. Ghosts in a school. Wow. Teacher or student? Well, neither you nor Dean could tell yet, you'd only just got there.

You were walking down a long dark corridor, Dean had his flashlight and you held an EMF reader, carefully watching it for any changes. Rats scurried along the edges of the walls and lockers. The ground was littered with the decaying pieces of the ceiling that had fallen in. You had to be careful, there was no telling whether this place would fall in on the two of you.

The EMF read you in your hands flickered slightly when you passed a certain locker. It's door was hanging ajar slightly. Dean gestured to you to open it up. "It's all yours." He said.

You pocket the EMF before walking over, gun drawn from your belt and you open the door only to be met with a fat, fur-bodied spider sat on its dusty web. Its fangs tapping. Its legs waiting to sprint into action. Your stomach dropped. HOLY SHIT. FUCKING HELL. HELP.

I mean, you didn't like spiders honestly.

"AAH!" You screeched and clung onto Dean like a vine on a tree, your fingers digging into him for dear life. The spider ran away, retreating to the back of the locker somewhere out of sight, lurking in the shadows. Your screams echoed down the empty corridors.

Dean couldn't help but break into a fit of laughter, his hand resting on your head.

"Jesus Christ, {{user}}- What on earth was that sound you made?"