There's a lot of quotes from the actual episode in this. So all rights to the show and creators.

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Dean's POV

I woke up seeing Sam and Christina both dressed and talking excitedly about something. I lifted my head and noticed I had something sticking to my face. I tried to get a better look but their snickers made me jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom mirror. I had something white on my face and the smell of mint made my face heat up.

"Is this my shaving cream?!" I barked turning around. Their snickers became deep belly laughs in a matter of seconds as I ran to the bathroom to take a shower. Payback's a bitch. I thought as I managed to wash down the five dollars worth of my best shaving cream down the drain. When I came out they weren't in the room. I nervously looked around and got dressed and headed towards the door.

Christina was leaning up against my impala with Sam standing next to her. They were both drinking coffee. Sam was holding out a cup as a peace offering his smile still creeping on his lips. I glared at them as I took it.

"There's nothing in there." He said with a soft chuckle. "And it turns out we have some competition with this prank war."

"So it was you who spiked our drinks." I growled taking a hesitant sip of my drink. "And who's bright idea was it to do the shaving cream prank."

"That was me." Christina said with a triumphant smile. "So if I understand correctly the score is Dean= 1 Sam= .5 and me= 3." She took I a sharp breath of air and shook her head making her ponytail to swish back and forth. "Not a good start boys." She smiled and climbed inside the car before I could throw my coffee in her face.

~Hell House~

The music store that Craig Thurston was located near the middle of town. It's run down sign had it's paint began to peel. I nodded towards my siblings who walked in behind me. Almost instantly as if we were in a pet shop instead of a music store, Christina rushed towards the baskets and began to search. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement as she pulled one album cover after another.

"Hey fellas, can I help you?" A young boy that was the same age as those we had interviewed last night stood behind the counter. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously as Sam and I walked up to the counter, leaving our sister to do her own thing.

"You Craig Thurston?" Sam asked even though his name tag read Craig.

"I am." Craig said rubbing the back of his head. I let out a smile and cleared my throat.

"Well, we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean this is Sam."

"Really?" His excitement caught us by complete surprise. "Now way. I'm a writer too! I'm on my school's lit magazine."

"Well, good for you Morrissey." I said with fake enthusiasm. Sam shoots me a look that I know all to well, as his 'stop being a jerk' face.

"Uh...we're doing an article on local haunting and rumor has it you might know of one."

Craig's face paled. "You mean the Hell house?"

"That's the one." I said snapping my fingers. His face had fallen as he slowly took in a deep breath to calm himself down.

"I didn't think there was anything to the story." He said his eyes low.

"Why don't you tell us the story?" Sam's voice seemed to calm the boy down.

Craig took in a slow breath before licking his lips. "Well, supposedly back in the '30s, this farmer named Mordachi Murdoch, used to live in the house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to feed his own children. So I guess that's when he went off the deep end."

"How?" Sam asked his eyes narrowing, I just noticed he was holding a notepad and was taking down notes.

"Well, he figured it was the best if his girls died quick, rather then starve to death. So he attacked them. They screamed, begging for him to stop but he just stung 'em up, one after the other. And when he was all finished he just turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any girl that goes inside."

"Where'd you hear all this?" I asked, knowing this might be some urban legend just to scare kids from venturing into old homes that they weren't supposed to.

"My cousin, Dana told me." He said with a shrug. "I don't know where she heard it from. Ya gotta realize, I-I don't believe this for a second."

"But you do now." Sam said bringing up the girl that vanished two months pier.

Craig's face flushed. "I don't know what the hell to think man! You guys, I-I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay? The girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, okay?" I smiled and nodded. He then let out a sigh and his work attitude came back. "Are you going to buy anything or were you just harassing me?"

"Actually I would love to buy these if I could." Christina's voice seemed nice to hear. I was surprised to see that she can hold her mouth shut long enough for us to do our jobs. Craig nodded as he lead her towards the cash register and rang up her albums. "Thanks so much." She said with a smile and followed us out of the store.

End of Dean's POV

~Hell House~

Sam's POV

We drove up a long dirt road and parked a few feet away from the cabin, that was supposedly the 'Hell House' Craig and his friends talked about. The afternoon sun made it a bit more easy to look at and not all that scary. But as we stopped and parked the car, I could feel tension in the air.

"God I hate cabins in the woods." Christina said shivering and pulling her jacket closer around her neck.

"Why," Dean asked with a smug grin on his face, pulling out his EMF detector. "Isn't that why people build them?"

"Dean. Just shut up." She said her voice laced with annoyance. "I hate cabins in woods, spiders, and thunderstorms get over it." She stomped a few feet in front of us but stopped and slowly turned to face us, her pointer finger out and her eyes darkened. "If you place a spider in my shoes or my backpack as a prank you'll be wishing for dad faster then you can blink." She turned back around and walked up the steps, leaving Dean and me to stand there and chuckle.