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Chapter 2

"This feels wrong." Dean declared for perhaps the hundredth time in their 5-hour drive.

"You wanted to check it out. I said we could just go home, not our problem to check out a possible spirit in a different continent, but you wanted to drive up here."

"You know it has nothing to do with the spirit, Sammy. It's driving the fucking left side of the road!" exclaimed Dean dramatically. "We've dealt with a lot of curses, but to drive like this, I feel like someone is really out to get me. So, do we know anything about this possible 'Shrieking Shack'?"

"Nope," Sam replied. "Nothing, nada, zippo. I guess if the town's really as small and isolated as the man said its possible that word hasn't traveled far. It would be nice if we knew the name of that magazine that he said the dude on the train was reading, but no luck."

"Oh yeah, I was thinking about that," said Dean. "He mentioned that he was dressed funny and acting odd. Do you think he could have been a spirit too? Maybe we're dealing with something with a sense of humor that's trying to spread rumors about itself?"

"Maybe a tulpa?" offered Sam.

"Hm, maybe a tulpa," pondered Dean, "or maybe we aren't dealing with a Casper at all. Maybe we got a shifter or something hiding out in there. Like another trickster."

An image of Dean dead, crushed under a piano, flashed in Sam's mind. "Dear god I hope not."

"Sammy?"

"Yup."

"This is not normal."

"Nope." No, this was definitely not normal. Sam and Dean had spent their lives on the road, seeing every small weird town and major city across North America, and Sam had never seen anything like this. For one, there were no cars. The boys had driven around for fifteen minutes looking for parking before they realized that there were no parking regulations because there was no other vehicle parked. Not even a police car or taxi. They hadn't seen any signs at all really, except for the 'Damaged Road' and 'Toxic Waste Area Ahead' signs that had appeared during the trip that they had chosen to ignore.

But the road hadn't been damaged, and the town they had found certainly did not seem to house anything lethal. At least, it didn't seem so, even though the streets were lined with apothecaries, broomstick repair, and other absurd services. Many of the people walking around wore obscenely colored cloaks, as if they walked straight out of a picture book. The streets were filled with school age children milling around, some of whom wore normal clothes, allowing Sam and Dean to not stick out too much.

Dean lowered his voice, "What, did we just walk in on a cult or something? Could it all be a nest, or a wicken? Is it even our type of thing or are they all just psychos?

"Well, it's something. Let's go to the post office and see if we can find a newspaper or something that talks about that Shrieking Shack, or we'll find a local to ask."

" But Sammy?" Dean said in a solemn whisper, "Until we find out what type of kool-aid these guys are drinking, guard up."

When the boys arrived at the post office, they did a double take to find that a building typically known for being quiet was quite literally bustling with noise. "Of course there are damn owls in the post office," grunted Dean between gritted teeth. "Naturally."

"Next!" yelled the worker behind the desk.

"Hi-" started Sam,

"Wotcher! Americans! Come to see the only all magical village in Britain, have you? I know it's a concept that you're used to in the States, but here we're pretty integrated in with the muggles. Hogsmeade is really something special."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. "Yes! That's exactly why we're here. We came to visit some old family friends and they suggested we give it a look."

"Actually," added Dean, "they were telling us about some rumor they had heard about a Shrieking Shack, would you happen to know anything about that?"

"Aye, the Shack. Apparently it used to belong to a nice family, but it's been abandoned for decades. I seem to recall hearing something about it belonging to the school now. We don't know what's living in there, but it's something vicious. Moved in a couple of years ago and gives a real concert every couple of weeks, everyone in town can hear it."

"Would you happen to have any articles about it?" Asked Sam, "Anything in a local paper or magazine? We'd love to read up about it. Y'know, it's history, it's owners, that type of thing"

"Sure, I've got plenty, but why just read about it when you can see it? Walk up the street and turn right, there's a really nice viewing area where you can see the whole house. Probably swarming with Hogwarts students on a day like today."

"Great, great, could we also have those articles though? And would you happen to know of a place where we could spend the night?"

"Couple of blokes like you would probably enjoy the Hog's Head. Just up the street, you can't miss the sign."

"Awesome, do you happen to know if they take card?" Dean added with a smile.

Sam and Dean sighed at the man's confused face.