A/N: First off, let me just say THANK YOU! I promise this won't be a long, rambling author's note, but this is my first FanFiction story and I want to thank you for even considering checking my story out! Seriously, if I could get down on my knees (calm down) I would grovel at your feet and thank you personally.

Okay, again, this is my first story sooo if I suck… Yeah just tell me, I'll work on it, I've got time to improve.

Anyway, the story is just something I wanted to write and finish by Halloween. It's Halloweenie- which by the way is my favorite word to use this time of year. Expect to see it in the story

Hope you like it!

I don't own Psych. Boooo.

"Gus, what is it about Halloween that brings out the best in people?" Shawn Spencer casually asked as he strolled down the sidewalk on the way to the police station.

His best friend gave him a look. "What are you on? Halloween is when people try to scare each other out of their minds with graphic - and very life-like – fake appendages and masks. And little kids take candy from strangers. How is that 'the best in people'?"

Shawn just looked at him. "Pixy Stix."

"What?"

"The answer to your first question. I just can't get enough of them. I'm still on the fence about their efficacy as a hallucinogen, but the buzzing in the back of my skull is making it hard to have good judgment."

"Shawn, those were for the trick-or-treaters!"

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Oh please, who buys candy over a week before Halloween? Everyone knows it's a last minute thing that you're supposed to buy an hour before the kids start to come."

"Someone who needs time to go out and buy more when his friend steals it all."

Shawn just grinned. "I guess I should let you know that I ate all the Twizzlers too."

"You bastard. That's children's candy!"

"What do they need it for? They're already have enough energy from the soda and scented markers-"

Shawn was cut off when he and Gus entered the police station and found it buzzing like the back of Shawn head. Everyone seemed to be doing something, and doing it quickly too.

The police station usually had a constant, composed aura to it. Most of the time, Shawn bouncing into the place gave it the zest it needed, but today, no one seemed to even notice him.

Shawn whistled. "I haven't seen it this lively in here since TCBY was giving away pineapple flavored samples outside."

"Yeah," Gus mused. "And that was a nasty trick by the way."

Shawn shrugged. "It was pineapple flavored, they should've known it was me."

"But you don't mess around with free yogurt Shawn, it's the golden rule."

"I thought the golden rule was treat others as you want to be treated."

"Right. And would you want anyone messing with free pineapple?"

Shawn was quiet. Just then, Juliet passed by.

"Jules!" said Shawn grabbing her arm. "Is there a fire? Some industrial gas leak that may or may not have been caused by Tom Hanks?"

She barely glanced at him. "No, no, none of that. We've just got, I mean, there's a lot of– Ugh, just go talk to the chief! She's with Lassiter." She turned and hurried away.

Shawn looked at Gus as they headed to the chief's office. "Something is most definitely up."

"I'm gonna put my money on escaped convict out for revenge."

"Psh. Amateur hour. Definitely resurfaced murderer back for more."

They opened the doors to the chief's office and both Vick and Lassiter turned to face them.

"Okay what's the dealio, Chief?" said Shawn nonchalantly. He turned to the head detective. "Lassie, looking like a robust stallion as always."

Lassiter already seemed prepared to blow a fuse. "Spencer, will you just listen to the chief?"

Shawn smirked as he turned back to the head of the SBPD.

The chief sighed. "Mr. Spencer, we have a very delicate case on our hands."

Shawn whipped around to look out the window and see the chaos in the station behind him.

"Oh yeah, I can feel the tenderness with which the situation is being handled."

As he said that they all watched their favorite officer, Buzz McNab, step on a woman officer's foot and make her drop her papers right outside the window. She wouldn't hear it as they watched him apologize profusely to her as she stalked off. He then turned to see the four people in the chief's office watching him and smiled and waved sheepishly. Shawn broadly grinned and waved back, making a heart with his hands through the window.

"Mr. Spencer!"

"Yes, Chief?"

"The department is doing the best they can to assist in some way to this case. I hope you'll be prepared to do the same as well."

"Certainly," said Shawn brightly, touching his hands to his temples. "It's Halloween and the spirits are very free and rogue this time of year. It makes it easier to get the strong vibes. Sometimes too strong." He lowered his head and looked up at the chief hardly.

Lassiter rolled his eyes.

Chief Vick abandoned her requests to get Shawn to be serious as it was a lost cause. "Mr. Spencer do you remember anything about a Halloween homicide that took place five years ago? It was before you started working with the department."

"Sorry Chief, I don't remember what I had for dinner last night, any schooling K through 3, and where I was when JFK was assassinated."

"Shawn, you weren't even born yet," Gus interjected.

"Au contraire, Gus, I do remember voting for him in the 1996 elections."

"That was our high school field trip to the Constitution Center!"

"If you two are done, I'd like to continue," Chief Vick said irritably.

"Please do, Chief."

"Five years ago there was a murder of a young girl on the night of October 31st. There was also a murder at the same location, on the same night exactly five years previous. It also occurred five years before that and so on. None of the cases were closed.

Shawn took in all the information. "Okay. And where did the murders happen?"

The Chief took a picture out of the file that was on her desk. "Inside the old Ingham Asylum." The picture showed an old building that – from a bird's eye view- had four long walls that formed the outside of a square. In the middle of the four walls was a patch of land that looked like some type of courtyard. And on the back building parallel to the entrance was a tower that was so tall it seemed as if it touched the clouds.

The Chief continued. "The asylum closed down in 1917 because it was discovered the patients were being mistreated. The owner, Dr. Ingham, was arrested and later killed in jail. The place wasn't touched or heard of again until 1985."

"1985?"

"That's when the first murder occurred. An 18-year-old girl was seemingly hung from the top of that tower you see. The investigation closed two months later with no one found. This has happened every five years since then. All deaths of kids 18 and under, and all died in some way relating to the tower."

"Chief, wouldn't the department have sent officers there to be prepared after the second or third time this happened?"

She hesitated before answering. "Yes, they did, in 1995. Two officers were sent to stake out the scene that night. Neither of them claimed to see anything until the next morning. Then, within the following week, they both committed suicide."

Gus's eyes widened in surprise.

"Let me guess," Shawn said, paging through the file. "Same ending for the police officers the next two times?"

She nodded. "We're asking you two to go watch the place, only this time you won't be sent the night of, but rather a while in advance in case there's something going on."

"Right," said Shawn. He looked back at his partner for confirmation. "We'll take the case. Anything else we should know?"

"Yes. Our killer has never left anything at the scene for us to find, but just today we received a letter that was most definitely from our killer. The note was almost burned to the point where it was unreadable, but it basically said that the sixth was his favorite kill, and no one will forget his night."

Shawn nodded and handed the file back to the Chief. "Seems like such a cheery case, how can we pass it up? I guess we'll be seeing you soon then."

They both turned to leave

The Chief stood up. "Come back when you're fully prepared. I'm not going to lie. This is a very dangerous case. You need to be careful."

"Will do, Chief."

And with that, they were gone. As the duo walked toward the exit with a little less bounce in their step, Shawn gave Gus a serious look.

Gus looked at him timidly. "Thanks for not saying anything."

Shawn turned away but said knowingly, "I don't know what you're talking about, Gus."

Ugh, I just realized this chapter was really uninteresting. Sorry. I thought I could make up for it with a cliff hanger, but I think that sucked too.

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