All I Wanted Was You (Part 2)

Save Us, Dean...: Part 1

"My dad always kept an extra here." She said as she looked up at me.

I smiled to myself as she unlocked the cellar door and pulled it open on it's rusty hinges.

I went first, stepping on the creaky wooden stairs with my flashlight drawn as I went into the cellar, Jae behind me.

We got down into the cellar, it was dusty and the air felt thick and musty around us.

Jae pointed to the stairs up to the ground floor of her old house over my shoulder and as she stepped ahead of me I saw an old box marked "pictures" on the shelf next to the stairs up to the ground floor.

I opened the box as I stepped forward, Jae stopping and looking over at me as I opened it.

"What's that?" She asked.

"Pictures." I said.

She stepped over next to me and she picked up an album inside as I picked up one, flipping through it.

She smiled as she leaned over to me and showed me a picture inside.

"That's me when I was sick for three weeks straight with the flu at home. My dad stayed home some days from work and watched movies with me, that's how we found out how much I love horror movies." She said.

She pointed to a picture of a very younger version of herself, she was huddled in a hoodie on a couch, a blanket thrown over her legs as she sat next to her dad, a handsome older man with dark hair and Jae's blue eyes, glasses perched on the top of his head, his arm around her as they sat and watched a movie.

"How old were you here?" I asked.

"Nine." She smiled.

I smiled, looking at the pictures again.

There was another one of her whole family right around the time she was possessed, they looked happy and in love with each other.

Jae smiled sadly as she saw me looking at the picture. Her mother looked a lot like her, with golden brown hair like hers and they shared the same smile. Her brother had light brown hair, lighter than anyone else in her family, his eyes brown like his mother's and his smile like his father's.

"I remember we were celebrating Camryn's birthday." She smiled.

"We got him a skate board... He loved it and had me help him learn to ride it. I researched for days just to help him stay on and teach him how to tighten the wheels." She laughed softly.

"I rode my bike while he held onto a rope tied around my waist just to help him get a hold of balancing." She said.

"You two were close." I assumed.

She nodded, "Very, we were best friends."

I smiled sadly over at her, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her on the head softly again.

She smiled at me and motioned with her head for us to go upstairs.

I nodded as I let go of her and she walked up the stairs to the first floor of her old home. I looked back to the album, smiling as I looked at the picture of them all, smiling with pure happiness and love for each other at the camera.

I took the photo out of the album and tucked it into my jacket pocket, walking up the stairs after her.

We walked into the kitchen from there where the door to the cellar lead into. Everything was still there, covered in dust and some of it yellowed with age.

Jae told me about some things in the house, a cookbook from her mom's side of the family, it had obviously meant a lot to her when she was young. A box filled to the brim with small plastic army men of all different colors, that had been her little brothers prized possession, his army man collection. The radio near the sink, she said the CD inside had always been set to play one song, Good Vibrations, by the Beach Boys, a song her dad made sure they all knew religiously.