Grace's PoV

Reluctantly, Dean pulled up to the bunker with me still in the car. These guys had helped me with the nest but I knew they needed my help with Sam - despite Dean not wanting to admit it. For some reason, Lockhart had seen its fair share of the supernatural; demons, ghosts, wraiths... yet vampires seemed to be the number one issue for my small hometown. I'd been a hunter since I was 20 and now, nearing my thirties, it was safe to say that I'd fought my fair share of these annoying fanged beasts. I never knew hunting was even a thing until I was thrown into it, seeing a vengeful spirit killing people who worked in the museum... and one of them was me. I hated that job, but I needed to find one quickly following my finishing of college so I jumped at the opportunity to work as a night shift security guard at the museum. The pay was pretty poor, as were the hours, but it meant I got to work alone and just pace around. Nothing I couldn't handle.
Then it began.
We were hosting a new display, one of old pieces found at some ruins the archaeologists were investigating, and as the only museum with extra space at the time, they moved the display in overnight when I was working; unpacking it and sorting the display out for the next morning. Weirdly, looking back, nothing went wrong that night. I suppose the spirit may have needed some time to adjust or something, but from that very next night, the guards on duty for every night shift mysteriously died, seeming to run out of air and suffocate with no trace of any weapon used to achieve this. It was surreal, supernatural. Anyway, every member of the team refused to work at night after two guards died, so I was given an ultimatum - 'work the night shift for double pay or resign'. I chose the pay. In my mind, if I survived this weird serial killer then I could splurge on something amazing and it'd be worth it. So I went to work, beginning off like any usual night shift until the lights began to flicker and the room got cold. Before I knew it, someone flickered in front of me, their dark circles and discoloured skin catching my attention. I couldn't believe my eyes. This girl drifted towards me, getting a sense of who I was and what I wanted. At first, she seemed relaxed, until she laid eyes on my badge and realised I was another security guard - then she attacked. I ran as fast as I could, falling over as I entered the display of an old Victorian house, tripping over the rug. I landed beside the fireplace, my face inches from the stone it sat on. Spinning round, the ghost was upon me, her eyes now evil as she glared at me. I grabbed a poker and swung it at her, hoping it would somehow slow her down and to my surprise, she vanished.

"Hello? Anyone here?" Someone called out as heavy footsteps thudded closer.

"EMF readings are everywhere but it is a museum, we've got no hope." Another voice said matter-of-factly.

"Hello? Who's there?" I called back, with silence greeting me for a second before the footsteps started up again and ran to my location. Two older men stood there, in plaid and body warmers, with shotguns in hand and some sort of reader in their hands, the red lights flashing as the meter made noise. I didn't care who they were or how they got in here, I was just thankful to see someone else after that experience. "I don't know what happened. There's a woman. I hit her with this and she vanished." I blabbed, hoping I didn't look crazy.

"Iron." One said to the other before the spirit appeared again.

"There!" I shouted as I pointed towards her. She knocked one of the hunters away before the other shot her, she disappeared once again.

"Where's the display that just arrived? The one from the digging site?" The first hunter asked me. I scrambled to my feet and waved for them to follow. The second hunter slowly getting up after the attack. I showed them the display and they checked all the items.

"Here. We need this one." The first pointed at a small pendant with two photos inside it. I looked at them suspiciously. If this was all some elaborate prank to steal something valuable then they'd have some answering to do.

"What? Why?" I questioned, receiving two eye rolls in response.

"We don't have time to explain. She's coming back and we need to burn this." The second snapped at me, looking around to check the woman was gone.

"Burn it?" I questioned again but something knew I needed to do what they said. They could protect me from this woman and hopefully save me from dying like the others did. Was it a coincidence that they arrived here shortly after the killings began? Or were they the killers? I only had one way to find out. I fumbled with the huge ring of keys until I found the one for that display, unlocking it and handing the item to the men. They grabbed a bin, threw the necklace in and began to throw salt and some sort of lighter fluid on it. The woman appeared in an instant, howling out as she rushed towards the men, knocking them both away from the bin. The woman turned to look at me, before I averted my gaze to the hunters. One was pointing furiously to the bin and mouthing burn. I grabbed the lighter from the floor and lit it, throwing in the bin just as the woman flew towards me, stopping suddenly as she realised her locket was burning. She began to scream out in pain as the bottom of her dress caught fire, soon her whole body disappearing in a bright fireball. I stood, dumbfounded, as the hunters got to their feet and came over to me, patting me on the back. They told me their names, Bobby and Rufus, and explained to me what had been going on. This woman was called Florence and where those ruins had been used to stand an old bank . She used to work there. Her old boss tried to take advantage of her but she refused and in his anger, he locked her in one of the vaults. She died slowly from lack of oxygen and starvation. Her spirit was tied to the locket that she wore and when it was dug up and put on display, it woke her up. She killed anyone who was in uniform because it reminded her of her boss. For ages I was still in shock, but I remembered how it felt to throw that lighter down and end the evil. It felt good.
From that day, I researched what they'd said and taught myself what to do all based off of lore on the internet.

This was just another day at the office.