RE-WRITTEN AND WITH A NEW ENDING OHHHHHH

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The autumn wind blows the brown leaves down a silent road and across the pathway of two metal gates that are chained together with a sign hanging loosely across it reading DO NOT ENTER. As the midnight moon shines brightly it is greeted by that of a flash light being carried by a man in his mid 50's walking down the street, carrying an old black leather holdall. Coming across the gates the man casually pulls out two metal picks and begins to unpick the lock. As the chain falls to the floor, the man pushes open the gates and begins to walk down the driveway towards a four storey abandoned mansion. Letting himself in through the back kitchen door, whose lock was easier to pick then the gates, the man begins to make his way up on to the third floor where he finds an old study, still with a master table and books residing in it. Removing the bag from his shoulder he begins to pull out guns, holy water and a bible onto the table just as he hears something behind him. Spinning around with his gun raised, the man sees nothing and returns back to his bag. Just then laughter fills the room surrounding him in all directions. In retaliation the man begins to throw holy water while quoting a verse from the bible. The man covers his ears as the laughter begins to get louder and louder almost deafening before a bright light fills the room rendering him blind. As the mansion sits in darkness with only one window pulsing out a bright light, the eerie silence that surrounds it is broken by that of a gunshot. As the gun shot echoes through the woods, the light in the window disappears and everything is once again peaceful.

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ROAD HOUSE

As Ellen wipes down the sides of the bar she makes her way over towards Sam and Dean who are reading through a collection of local papers.

"Nothing! It's like the spirits are on a frigging summer break or something." Dean says slamming the paper down.

"You boys still not having any luck?"

"In the past 4 hunts we've gone on 2 turned out to be hoax's, one of them was a poltergeist which took about 5 minutes of holy water and a chapter from the bible to get rid of, and the last one someone else was working on by the time we got there." Dean spits out before taking a sip of his beer.

"I don't suppose you know of any jobs going do you Ellen?" Sam asks as he too gives up on his paper.

"Actually there is one job going around that I know of, but I'm not sure you boys will be interested.

"Why?" Sam asks.

"Because none of the other hunters will touch it. In fact nobody around here will have anything to do with it."

"Well have you seen these guys? Some of them look like they should have retired years ago." Dean says with a smirk as Sam nudges him pointing out a group of older hunters sitting behind them who let out a disgruntled cough.

"Why won't anybody touch it?" Sam says as Dean shrugs his shoulders and returns to his beer.

"Because all of the victims so far have ended up dead. Each one was found in the nearby creek with a bullet in their head."

"A ghost with a 45, I like it." Dean smiles.

"Doesn't sound very supernatural." Sam replies almost rolling his eyes at the story.

"It doesn't?"

"No, sounds more like a psychopath on a murder spree. That doesn't explain why no hunter here will touch it. I mean they must have faced worse jobs then this?"

"All of the victims WERE hunters. They went out to work on the same job. You boys know Hal Simmons?"

"The name rings a bell." Dean says he mumbles the name again to himself.

"Well, he was the last victim. Went out three weeks ago to do this job and they found him last week."

"So it's a haunted creek?" Sam says now more interested.

"Nope, that's just where they ended up. Original job starts off in a nearby house." Pulling out a folder from underneath the bar, Ellen passes it to the boys. "I had some extra time on my hands while I was waiting for this place to get its finishing touches, and with Ash no longer around, I thought I could help you boys out like he did. Just in case you were interested of course!"

"Ellen I could kiss you." Dean says as he begins to flip through the folder while Ellen makes her way towards another customer. "What do you think?"

"I don't think it's one of ours Dean. Something just sounds off."

"Well little brother, we have nothing else to do and driver picks the route."

"Ok, but if I'm proved right and your proved wrong, I pick the next job."

"I'm never wrong."

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LATER THAT NIGHT

Taking another hand full of French Fries and shoving them into his mouth, Dean looks over towards Sam who is typing away on his laptop.

"You got anything on that house yet?"

"I sure do, there's quite a lot of information about it on the towns website."

"The town's website? Why's that?"

"Because it's seen as a local landmark. It was built over 200 years ago. The Williams family brought the land, built the house and it has been handed down from generation to generation ever since. One of the last occupiers was a David Williams. He passed away twenty years ago leaving the house and a $5 million inheritance to his only child Ben. Ben however died five years later in a car crash, he was twenty seven. Never left a will and there were no other family members as he never married."

"So what's happening with the house?"

"Nothing much. No one wants to buy it so it's just sitting there until someone decides to build a shopping Mall or something on it I guess. A caretaker still lives on the grounds though. He was hired by David Williams some forty years ago."

"A caretaker, for what?"

"I don't know...to keep away looters maybe."

"Or to get rid of the bodies?"

"What?"

"I'm saying there's our man. The spirit kills its victims, the 'shy' old caretaker dumps the bodies and in return he gets eternal youth or something."

"Dean, have you seen this guy?" Dean shakes his head as Sam holds up a newspaper clipping of the caretaker. "He's about ninety. I'm guessing he can barely pick up a shovel let alone dump a dead body."

Sitting in a booth a couple of stalls down, a girl wearing a pale blue jumper with the hood up, lifts up her head from her book and looks over at the brothers. Noticing the girl watching them, Dean nods and smiles as she quickly looks back down.

"You found out anything more about the history of the house? Any deaths or supernatural occurrences?

Dean watches as the girl gets up from her booth and makes her way out of the diner.

"Since the house was built only ten people have died inside it."

"Ten? That's not a lot for its age?"

"Tell me about it. All of the people, who did die, died from old age or an illness. No murder, no suspicious circumstances."

"Maybe it's this Ben dude? Could be pissed because he died before he got to enjoy all the money his Dad left him."

"Could be."

"Well let's go check it out?"

Throwing down some money on to the table, Sam quickly packs up his laptop and follows Dean out towards the car.

"I thought we could try to find out where Hal Simmons was staying before he died. He might have left some information behind that would come in handy." Dean says as he pulls out the car keys from his back pocket.

As the brothers round the corner from the diner they notice that the trunk is up on their car. As their eyes begin to focus they see someone rifting through their stuff.

"HEY!!!" Dean shouts.

The dark figure begins to run as Sam follows in hot pursuit. Dean curses as he sees the broken lock on his trunk before grabbing a torch and inspecting its contents.

"I lost them…they were like...lightning!" Sam says slightly out of breath. "Anything missing?

"As far as I can tell…..a couple of rock salt cartridges…..one of my guns…." Dean's voice trails off as his eyes narrow.

"What? What is it?"

"Dad's journal…..it's gone!"