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SherryO: I'm glad you like this story. Here's the next chapter.

AN: sorry its a bit on the short side. the next one will be longer

The next night the trio was back at the Hell House. They would've been long gone if it wasn't for the brothers picking up the news on their police scanner about another death/apparent suicide at the run down building.

"I guess the cops don't want anyone else screwing around in there", Sam remarked eyeing the police car parked outside with two officers hanging around it.

"Yeah but we still gotta get in there", Dean stated.

Lena heard whispers and frowned. Who on earth would by all the way out here, aside from themselves? She peeked out from their hiding place behind the bushes. "You've got to be kidding me", she complained "those idiots?"

Sam and Dean stood up a little to see the Hellhounds boys approaching the house, both wearing all sorts of gadgets, whispering and shh-ing each other.

"I got an idea", Dean said. He turned towards the two police officers and cups a hand to his mouth "Who ya gonna call!"

That was enough to startle Ed and Harry and get the attention of the two officers. The trio watched the police chase after the wannabe ghostbusters, quietly laughing to themselves.

Sam, Dean and Lena darted out from behind the bushes and hurried into the house. Once inside, Sam set down his duffle bag, took out a shotgun and handed to Dean. He also gave him a torch as well as giving one to Lena.

Dean turned his one on, pointing it at the strange question mark symbol "Where have I seen that before?" he asked "It's killing me!

"I'm sure it'll come to you", Lena assured him.

"Come on, we don't have much time", Sam said to them both, taking out a second shotgun from his bag.

The trio head down to the basement and look around, flashing their torches. The beam of Dean's torch landed on some dusty, cobwebby shelves where several jars sat. He went over to the shelves and picked up one of the jars. "Hey Sam. I dare you to take a swig of this", Dean said.

"What the hell would I do that for?" Sam asked.

"...I double dare you", Dean countered making Lena throw him a 'what the hell' look.

Sam just shakes his head, looking away. Dean grinned at his brother. Suddenly the three of them heard a noise which made the brothers and their friend stiffen. They move towards the cabinet and at Dean's nod, Sam opens the door. In the bottom of the cabinet were two rats. The rodents squeak and run from the torchlight.

"Argh, I hate rats", Dean grumbled, making a face.

"You and me both", Lena agreed.

"You'd rather it was a ghost?" Sam asked.

"Yes", Dean answered. Behind Lena, Mordechai appeared. She, Sam and Dean realise his presence at the same time and spun around to see the man raising an axe above his head. Dean grabbed Lena and pulled her away so Sam had a clear shot. He fired the shotgun at Mordechai twice but he didn't disappear. It took Dean shooting him as well for the man to vanish.

"What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" Sam exclaimed.

"I dunno", Dean said "Come on!"

The three made a run for the stairs when Mordechai suddenly appeared, smashing his axe down, catching the shelves and bringing the jars crashing down on Dean and Lena. That left Sam to deal with Mordechai.

"Go! Get outta here!" he shouted to his brother and Lena as he grabbed hold of Mordechai's axe. Dean tugged the brunette to her feet and pulled her towards the stairs. Sam let go of the man's weapon and ran after his brother and friend.

They raced through the house and burst out of the front door. Due to their haste, they fell down the steps but thankfully they managed to get their feet quickly. "Get the hell out of here!" Lena shouted to Ed and Harry as they raced past them.

However, before Ed and Harry could move, Mordechai appeared at the doorway. "Sweet Lord..." Ed breathed.

"...of the rings", Harry finished "RUN! GO GO GO" they turn to flee...and run straight into the arms of the police officers.


Lena's eyes closed as the hot water rained down her body. As she'd been covered in mystery gloop from the jars at the Hell House, she headed straight for the shower in her motel room. She was going to take her sweet time making sure she got all the horrible stuff off of her.

~Sam and Dean's motel room~

Dean sat on the bed doodling the question mark symbol on a note pad while Sam sat at the desk doing research, flitting between a book and his laptop. "What the hell is this symbol?" Dean muttered, staring at it "It's buggin' the hell outta me. This whole damn job's buggin' me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks".

"It does", Sam confirmed.

"All right. Well I mean that explains why he went after you and Lena, but why me?" Dean asked.

"Hilarious", Sam said dryly "The legend also says he hung himself but did you see those slit wrists?"

"Yeah", Dean replied.

"What's up with that?" Sam asked, confused "And the axe too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over?"

"But this mook keeps changing", Dean pointed out.

"Exactly", Sam agreed "I'm telling ya, the way the story goes ..." he trailed off, seeing a new post was put on the Hellhound site "wait a minute".

"What?" Dean asked.

"Someone added a new post to the HellHound site. Listen to this", Sam said "'They say Mordechai Murdock was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity'" he read aloud. Dean suddenly sat straight up, staring at the symbol. He now knew where he'd seen it before. "Where the hell is this going?" Sam asked.

"I don't know", Dean replied "but I think I might have just figured out where it all started".

~Lena's motel room~

A now pj clad Lena, sat at the desk, looking at her small stack of books she'd brought with her. You'd think after the evening's excitement, her mind would be on Mordechai and not some 'tag' painted on the wall…but she couldn't get it out of her mind! She knew she'd seen it somewhere before. But where?

Lena took one of the books and started to look through it. Minutes ticked by as she paged through her volumes. She was about to take a break when she found the symbol.

Tulpas, also known as thoughtforms are frequently used in ceremonial or chaos magick.

A Tulpa is the given name to anything formed through the meditation (focusing) of an idea. The theory is that if you meditate hard enough on an idea, it will materialize. Tibetan monks practice this often, and teach it as part of their learning. Tulpa do not have to be live-creatures but can also be inanimate objects, animals, furniture, or creatures. There is a theory that the entire universe was made through Tulpa meditation.

A Tulpa is hard to define, as anything could possibly be a Tulpa. While the idea is still being focused on, the object or creature may change & morph into different forms as the idea itself changes. Tulpa can only be destroyed by eliminating the thought (if the Tulpa is not yet formed properly), or the diluting the concentration of the thought, then destroying the object or creature.

Lena sat back, taking in the information. It was interesting that particular symbol was painting on the wall of the Hell House. Then a crazy thought occurred to her. What if Mordechai wasn't a ghost but a Tulpa? It would explain why he didn't mist away when Sam shot him the first time. Plus Mordechai tried to attack her with an axe instead of trying to hang her.

A quick check on the Hellhounds site showed a new post about Mordechai being a Satanist and that he killed people with an axe. That just confirmed her thought on him being a Tulpa. Lena picked up her phone and dialled Sam.

"Hey Lena, what's up?" the younger Winchester said as he picked up.

"I think I know what Mordechai is", Lena said.

"That's great!" Sam said happily "can we stop by tomorrow morning to talk about it?"

"Of course", Lena said "how does 9 – 9.30 sound?"

"Sounds good to me. see you in the morning"