*It was Saturday night.

12:03 AM.

Dean and Sam Winchester stood inside an abandoned psychiatric hospital in New Mexico, where three people had disappeared over the past few weeks.

Sam looked down at an old file.

"Every disappearance happened on a Saturday."

Dean smirked.

"So the ghost has a weekly schedule."

Suddenly, they heard footsteps at the end of the hallway.

Both of them froze.

A girl slowly appeared from the darkness.

She wore a long, white chiffon dress. Her skin was unnaturally pale, and her long black hair completely covered her face, hiding every feature.

Dean raised his gun.

"Sam..."

Sam stared at her.

"I think that's her."

Dean lowered his gun slightly and took a step forward.

"Hey."

Silence.

He took another step.

"We're not here to hurt you."

Dean glanced at the hair covering her face.

"But I do have a few questions."

He stopped a few feet away from her.

"Who are you?"*