Chapter 1:

'Fay you have to do this story,' Mark stared at her from the end of the table she sighed tapping her pencil against her notepad, 'its right for you. You know supernatural and all that. Plus you can make sure that by actually going there you will prove those girls were making it all up.'

'Ok Mike but this is a little weird the paper doesn't do these kind of sensational stories.'

Mike stared at the pretty girl at the end of the desk. She had her hair cut short and her big blue eyes were clear and intelligent she smiled as she picked up her things, 'But you're the editor.'

'Yeah I am and this story requires my best writer.' He smiled at her, 'I think you should go tonight.' Passing her the notes from the other writers she smiled back.

'Ok boss.' Walking out of the room she snorted as she stared at her friend Lisa who waited for her outside the room, 'Ok guess what I've gotta leave and go ghost hunting.'

'What?' Lisa threw down her book, 'Is Mark out of his mind? Do you want me to come with?' She grabbed her bag and stood up.

'Lisa you have a date tonight and yes Mark is definitely out of his mind. I'm going to be there five minutes see nothing take a few notes then back home to make up the rest.'

Lisa laughed. 'So I'll talk to you tomorrow have a good night.' She winked suggestively to her friend.

'Ok well don't get too scared with the big bad ghosts.' Fay laughed and waved as she headed for the exit.

'God why did I take this job?' Heading for her car she checked the address and started the engine eager to be off.

'Dean this place is just not worth it man.' Sam pushed his brother to stop, 'Look those girls were just talking a load of crap to get themselves in the newspaper. Everyone we have spoken to knows that it is a bs story too. Come on Dean.'

'Sam it's an actual story as well as an actual murder. That guy did actually murder his wife and all those people who stay in that house have reported the usual sign of a malevolent spirit and we have three murders in the 80's Sam not just someone given a really bad paper cut.' Sam smiled.

'So we go check it out. Like we've done before I mean it was a good job we stepped into Richardson Texas as those two goof balls we met would have messed it up and the tulpa would have grown and more people could have got hurt. We do this here we can have a bit of shore leave.'

He grabbed his canvas bag from the floor, 'We agreed?'

'Ok but if this one turns out to be as annoying then we are out of here.' They shook hands chuckling.

'Ok so let's get our stuff together then we can head on to the house have a look around.' He reached the Impala and got in.