February 29th - March 2nd, 2008
A few weeks ago, we had run into the hellhound guys, Ed, and Harry, while we were on a case. They were going by Ghostfacers now, and they had been shooting their little ghost adventures to get a show or a movie deal, I wasn't really sure.
They had invited us to watch their final edit before sending it to a producer. So, of course, we agreed, not only to laugh at the ridiculousness of their show but also to stop them from sending real ghost footage with our faces in it to anyone.
Ed and Harry and the rest of the Ghostfacers crew set us up in front of their computer. It was kind of sweet how excited they were.
Ed rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Okay, are you guys ready to watch this masterpiece?"
Dean nodded. "Sure, Ed. Go ahead and start it."
Sam, Dean, and I all shared a quick smirk before he played the video.
The scene opened to Ed and Harry sitting in two armchairs, next to a fireplace. They were both wearing tuxedos and casually drinking brandy.
"Hello. I am Harry Spangler," Harry said mysteriously.
"And I am Ed Zeddmore." Ed raised an eyebrow at the camera. "Now, if you have received this tape, you must be some sort of bigwig network executive. Well, today is your lucky day, mister."
The camera zoomed into Harry's face. "Because the unsolicited pilot you are about to watch is the bold new future of 'reality..." He added exaggerated air quotes. "TV.'"
The camera zoomed to Ed. "Mm-hmm. We know you've had it hard during the crippling writer's strike."
"Lazy fat cats," Harry said.
"Who needs writers when you've got guys like us?" Ed asked.
The camera zoomed out when Harry dimmed the lights.
Ed was now sitting in his chair, holding a skull. "Our team faced horrible horrors to bring you the footage that will change your world forever. So, strap in for the scariest hour in the history of television."
"In the history of your life..." Harry said.
"Strap in for..." Ed said.
"Ghostfacers!" they yelled together.
The video immediately went into a montage of footage of Ed, Harry, the other Ghostfacers, Spruce, Maggie, Corbett, and occasionally Sam, Dean, and me.
A song played over the montage that went something like... "Ghost— Ghostfacers! We face the ghosts when the others will not. We're the Ghost— Ghostfacers! Stay in the kitchen when the kitchen gets hot. Ghost— Ghostfacers! We face the nightmare. We face the dread. Ghost— Ghostfacers! We face the faces, we face the... dead! When you trip and fall into the supernatural. We're who you're gonna call. We face them all! Ghost— Ghostfacers! We face the faces, we face the... dead! We're Ghost— Ghostfacers!"
A car pulled up in a suburban neighborhood and Ed, and Harry stepped out, each holding a metal briefcase with a Ghostfacers! sticker on it. The footage was just the two of them walking with their voices over it.
I had to stop myself from laughing because they were walking in slow motion, and when I say they were walking in slow motion, I literally mean that. They didn't slow the footage down with editing. They were just acting like everything was in slow motion, but everything besides them was moving at a normal pace.
"Ya know, it can get kind of hard balancing our daytime careers with our nighttime missions," Ed said in a voiceover.
"Yeah, but Ed and I pretty much call the shots at the Kinko's where we work. So, we can usually pretty much get off by six every night?" Harry asked in a voiceover.
"Yeah, 6 o'clock," Ed said, and then the footage switched to them talking while leaning against a car. "It used to be just, you know, you and I taking on the cases... just Harry and me."
"Two lone wolves," Harry said.
Ed nodded. "And two lone wolves need, uh... other wolves."
Harry nodded in agreement.
PHASE I: THE HOMEWORK
Ed and Harry walked into a room with a Ghostfacers sign on the door and closed it behind them.
"Morning, 'facers," Ed said.
"Good morning, Ghostfacers," Harry said.
"It's 7PM, dude," Spruce said, off-camera.
Then the shot opened into the rest of the room, which was actually where Sam, Dean, and I were currently sitting and watching their show. The room was just as messy, but it showed Maggie, Spruce, and Corbett working on research for their ghost mission.
"It's morning to a Ghostfacer. Corbett, what do we got, buddy?" Harry asked.
Corbett was pinning some pictures to a board. "Oh, I'm just putting up some of the—"
Ed walked up and started pointing at the board. "Yeah, this has got to go up here." He pointed, telling Corbett to fix what he had already done. "That's got to go here. Got to see the whole field." He backed up and pointed to the board. "Markers, eraser... good job." He walked away with a thumb up.
ALAN J. CORBETT: INTERN, COOK
Corbet walked into the Ghostfacers office, carrying several large paper bags. "I first saw Ed putting up flyers down at the—" He put the bags down on a desk. "The outlet mall in Scogan. So I— I read one, and I thought to myself..." He looked at the camera. "'Huh. Where do ghosts come from?'" He smiled at the camera and shrugged. "And now, here I am."
GHOSTFACERS HQ
All of the Ghostfacers were standing in the office. Harry was messing with Maggie, who then turned around and smacked him in the arm.
"Ed, your sister's abusing staff," Harry whined.
Ed didn't look up from where he was sitting at his desk. "That's adopted sister, thank you very much."
Maggie stared at Ed and then slowly turned to the camera with a "really" expression.
MAGGIE ZEDDMORE: RESEARCH TEAM, ADOPTED
Maggie was sitting at a desk. "Ed has been obsessed with the supernatural since we were kids, you know, and then he meets Harry at computer camp... and love at first geek." She rolled her eyes.
Spruce spun the camera around to his own face. "Spruce here. What up, playa?"
KENNY SPRUCE: CAMERA, LICENSED SHAMANOLOGIST, 1/16 CHEROKEE
Spruce was driving a ball cart on a driving range as golf balls hit the side of his cage. He looked at the camera. "I am 15/16 Jew, 1/16 Cherokee. My grandfather is a mohel. My great-grandfather was a tallis maker, and my great-great-grandfather was a degenerate gambler and uh, had a peyote addiction."
GHOSTFACER HQ 7:15PM: RESEARCH BRIEFING
"Okay, people. Let's cut the chatter and get on a mission," Ed said as he approached the drawing board Corbett had set up. "Okay? Morton House..."
Footage of the Morton House flashed across the scene and then went back to the Ghostfacers office.
"One of our big fish," Ed continued, "All right, we all know the legend. Every four years, supposedly, this becomes the most haunted place in America."
Some exterior footage of the Morton House flashed across the screen and then back to the office.
"The leap year ghost, some call it. The ghost returns at midnight just as February 29th begins," Harry said.
"And no one has ever stayed the night, right?" Maggie asked.
"Yeah, well, every testimony that we dug up, every eyewitness has cut and run well before midnight," Harry said.
"Well, that's all about to change, baby," Ed said.
Harry nodded. "Absolutely true, Ed. Absolutely true."
Corbett handed Ed a cup of coffee, and he took a sip. "Mmm. That's good."
"It's French vanilla," Corbett said excitedly. "'Cause the other day, you said how much you liked it... so..."
Ed nodded. "Thank you."
"You are welcome." Corbett smiled shyly.
HARRY'S CAR
Harry sat alone in his car. "I like Corbett. I do. Shows up early, does his job, lot of good hustle out—"
Corbett walked up and knocked on his window, then waved and smiled at the camera.
Harry awkwardly waved back at him until he finally left and then turned back to the camera. "I think he's got the hots for Ed, and that could spell trouble for the whole team."
ALAN J. CORBETT: INTERN, COOK
Corbett was alone in an office. "Ed's kind of the more rugged, with that really golden... beautiful sort of beard, uh." He smiled and shook his head. Then he nodded. "Uh, and Harry's nice."
GHOSTFACER HQ: RESEARCH BRIEFING
Ed was writing on the board. "29th is this Friday, 'facers. We want this mission, we got to move on it now, or guess what? He's gone for another four years."
Suddenly, there was a loud sound, and Ed's whiteboard crashed to the ground. The camera pulled back, and we could see that the board had been attached to a garage door, which was now being opened.
"Oh, watch out!" Maggie shouted.
"Who is that?" Harry asked.
The camera zoomed in on an older man sitting in his car outside of the garage.
"Dad! Come on! Told you we were gonna have the garage right now!" Ed yelled.
"Just cut the cameras. We don't need that. We don't need this part," Harry said, "We don't—"
PHASE II: INFILTRATION
The camera was facing the ground, and there were several footsteps as if they were all moving quickly.
"Stay low. Follow formation," Ed said, and then the camera panned up to a locked chain-link fence and him standing in front of it. "Okay, as suspected. A lot of people have tried to break into the Morton House. The local authorities have just gotten fed up."
"Looks like the cops have got this place pretty well fenced off." Harry gestured.
"Wait. Didn't you guys get, like, a permit or something?" Maggie asked.
"A permit?" Harry asked and nodded. "That's a good idea for next time."
Ed nodded. "Yeah."
"Car!" Spruce shouted off-camera.
Everyone quickly squatted.
"Car. Shh, shh!" Harry demanded, "Flashlights off."
"Keep totally still," Maggie whispered.
The next thing we heard was the loud rumble of the Impala's engine, and We're an American Band blasting from the windows. The camera pointed at us as we drove by, Sam was pointing his flashlight up at the house, and Dean and I were looking out of the windows. Then Dean revved the engine and drove off to find somewhere to park.
"It's okay. Not cops... just hicks," Spruce said.
"Ed's got it," Harry said, nodding to Ed, who was off-camera.
Spruce panned over to Ed, who had cut the lock off of the gate. "Guys, let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"
They opened the front door of the Morton House into the living room.
"Hear that, people?" Ed asked. "Let's keep it quiet."
"There's the kitchen sink," Harry said, pointing to the kitchen.
"Copy that," Ed said and continued walking so that everyone was now fully in the living room with the door shut.
"All right, everybody," Harry said, "Ghostfacers, let's line up. Everybody. We'll set up camp right here. This is command center one. We're gonna call this the Eagle's Nest."
The footage of them setting up was sped up with rock music playing over it.
Corbett's face appeared in a camera, facing into one of the hallways. "Hallway cam one up and running."
"Looking good, Corbett," Ed said over a walkie-talkie.
Corbett chuckled softly. "Copy that, Ed."
"Uh... uh, you're welcome," Ed said into the walkie-talkie. "All right, Spruce, how are we doing there, buddy?"
Spruce's face appeared on another camera in the basement. "Checking basement camera two, mein fuhrer."
"Maggie, I got no visual on you, Maggie," Ed said into his walkie-talkie.
"This is Maggie. Do you copy?" Maggie's face appeared on another camera.
"There you are," Ed said into the walkie-talkie. "Hello. Harry, are you alive?"
"Upstairs, Ed. Camera one," Harry said.
"Looking good. I can smell syndication. All right, fellas. Let's regroup at the Eagle's Nest," Ed said.
MORTON HOUSE 10:40PM: BASE CAMP
The camera panned up to Ed's face.
"All right, Spangler," Spruce said.
"Battery check, battery check." Ed checked his camera battery. "Okay."
"Check. Check," Spruce said and then turned to Corbett, who was in a camouflage outfit. "Yo, Corbett, dude."
"Lookin' good, Corbett," Harry said.
"You're Robocop," Spruce said.
"Ro— Robocop?" Corbett asked. "You think I— You think I look like Robocop?"
"Everybody, bring it in. Bring it in!" Ed called out. "We've all been here before. Standard walk-through. Team one, west. Team two, east. Spin the tires, light the fires." He put his hand in the middle of the group. "Ghostfacers on three." Everyone else followed with their hands as Ed counted, "1... 2... 3..."
"Ghostfacers!" they all shouted together.
PHASE III: FACE TIME!
MORTON HOUSE 10:51PM 1ST FLOOR: TEAM 1 – ED & CORBETT
"Hello!" Ed shouted, "I'm speaking to the restless spirits of the Morton House!"
Cut to Corbett's face, who was breathing heavily. "Okay."
Back to Ed. "Hello!" he yelled. "My name's Ed!" He turned to Corbett. "Careful. Watch my back."
"Okay. Okay." Corbett nodded, still breathing heavily.
"What's your name?" Ed asked and then looked down at his EMF meter. ".3, .29," he said excitedly.
To anyone who doesn't know... that level of EMF means literally nothing. It's actually
pretty standard to have those numbers.
- Maddi ;)
"Is there an entity or entities here with us now?" Corbett asked, almost hyperventilating. "Can you give us a sign of your presence?"
"You got to breathe, buddy," Ed said.
Corbett shook his head. "I can't breathe."
Ed sighed. "Corbett, you've got to pull it toge—"
There was a small sound from behind Ed, and he spun around to look. "What the hell was that?" He turned back to Corbett. "Corbett, night vision."
"Okay. Okay. Yeah." Corbett switched his camera to night vision.
"Calm down, buddy," Ed encouraged, "Breathe, all right? Calm the whirlwinds of your mind."
2ND FLOOR: TEAM 2 - HARRY, SPRUCE, MAGGIE
"We're doing a basic EMF, EVP, temp-flux sweep," Harry said into the camera. "Looks like we've got all of our ducks in a row here."
Suddenly, there was a creek, and Spruce's camera glitched. "Whoa..."
"What?" Harry asked hurriedly.
"I don't know," Spruce said, "It's weird. It's gone."
"All right." Harry shrugged. "Get this. Get this." He tried to kick the door in, but all he really did was barely push on it.
"Turn the knob," Spruce said.
Harry sighed and nodded. "All right... that's a good idea."
Maggie walked up and turned the knob, pushing the door open easily.
Cut to Harry's camera, where we just watched the camera jerk around from him running and screaming. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god!"
Switch back to Spruce's camera. He zoomed in on a dead rat in the middle of the now open room. "It's just a rat, dude."
HARRY'S CAR
"I don't really like rats. They're gross. Rats are like the..." Harry paused for a second. "Rats of the world."
2ND FLOOR: TEAM 2 - HARRY, SPRUCE, MAGGIE
Harry walked calmly back down the hallway to Maggie and Spruce. "What... was that an apparition?" Was that a spectral... was that a .4? What do we got, 'cause the EMP was just off the—"
Spruce threw the dead rat at Harry.
Harry jumped back and screamed. "Oh, god! Oh, that is so not funny, Spruce!"
1ST FLOOR: TEAM 1 – ED & CORBETT
Corbett was breathing heavily into his night vision camera. "Oh, god. Okay, it was just—" He walked over and peered out of a window. "I think it was just this branch... okay... in the window."
Ed was shaking, next to Corbett. "This is spooky, man. This place—"
Corbett spun around as two large figures with a flashlight walked down the hall toward them. "Okay. Oh, no!"
I remembered Sam and Dean had asked me to hide so they could cover as cops and get who they thought were trespassing kids out of the house.
"Freeze! Police officers! Don't move!" Dean shouted at them.
"All right. All right. All right. Take it easy, take it easy," Sam said because they were almost in tears.
"Let's see some identification," Dean demanded.
"Come on. Let's see some IDs." Sam backed him up.
"What... are we under— under arrest?" Corbett stuttered.
"We are unarmed," Ed said.
"Oh, god. Oh, god." Corbett panicked as he handed Dean his ID.
"Want to explain that weirdo outfit, Mr., uh..." Dean looked down at the ID. "Corbett?"
"I know you," Ed said in realization.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, sure you do. Give me some identification."
"Yeah, ho— Whoa, hold on a second. I know the both of you guys. Yeah," Ed said.
"What?" Corbett asked.
"Yeah, huh," ED said.
"Holy [BEEP!]!" Sam shook his head.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Uh, West Texas... the— the tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs that almost got us killed... the hellhounds or something," Sam said.
Dean rolled his eyes and groaned. "[BEEP!] me."
It was around that time when I realized who these guys were, so I thought to prove a point, I would scare them somehow, plus it would just be funny. I just needed to wait for the perfect moment.
"Yeah, we're not hellhounds anymore, okay? It didn't test that well," Ed said.
"Ed, what's going on?" Corbett asked.
"They're not cops, buddy... no, not at all," Ed said.
I decided it was then that I would start making the stereotypical "ghost" sounds that you hear in bad horror movies.
The camera panned over to Ed's terrified face. "Oh my god! Did you hear that?"
Corbett's camera shook up and down. "Ye— Yes..."
Ed took a deep breath. "Let's check it out." He walked into the next room, where he found me facing away, standing in the corner of the room, like the last scene of The Blair Witch Project. The camera jolted. "Oh, god. Oh, god." He turned to face Corbett. "Go check on her."
Corbett started breathing faster. "Uh, uh..."
"Fi— Fine. I'll do it." Ed walked forward slowly with his hand outstretched. "Li— Little girl? Are you—"
I spun around quickly. "Boo!"
Corbett and Ed screamed and started running away until they heard me laughing uncontrollably.
"What? What the hell?" Ed asked, approaching me again. "Oh, hey. I remember you too. You're the blue girl. Why would you do that?"
I raised an eyebrow at him. "The real questions are... one... you actually believed that was a sound a ghost would make? And two... you really think you can take on a real ghost if you ran away screaming from me? 'Cause if that's the case... you need a new hobby."
Ed glared at me. "Real cute, but it's not a—"
"Ed, Ed, you had a partner, too, didn't you..." Dean said, "A different guy?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah." Ed nodded.
"Is he around here somewhere?" Dean asked.
"He's running around, chasing ghosts," Ed said.
"Chasing? Or running from?" I asked.
Dean smirked for a second. "Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here."
"All right. Listen here, chisel chest, okay? We were here first," Ed stated, "We've already set up base camp. We beat you."
Dean turned to Sam and me. "They were here first."
"Mm-hmm." Ed nodded.
Dean suddenly stepped forward, grabbing Ed by the shirt, and shoving him against the wall.
"Oh, god." Ed whimpered.
"Ed..." Dean said.
Ed nodded. "Yeah?"
"Where's your partner?" Dean asked.
2ND FLOOR: TEAM 2 - HARRY, SPRUCE, MAGGIE
"10.6. 10.7, guys. The EMF is really spiking here," Harry said, excited.
"Temperature's down, like, eleven degrees," Maggie said.
"All right, all right, keep your eyes peeled. This could be it. Maggie, can I get a reading in here, please?" Harry asked.
Spruce's camera started glitching again. "Something keeps messing with the chip. I don't know what's going on here."
It continued glitching, and then a man in a 50s-style suit and hat appeared.
"Guys. Guys. Guys," Spruce said urgently.
"Look, buddy, I'm sorry. That's it. I'm telling you, that's all the money I—" the man said, and then gunshots rang out. He fell to the ground and then disappeared.
Spruce panned his camera over to Maggie and Harry, who were standing there, staring at the scene in horror.
GHOSTFACERS!
MORTON HOUSE: BASE CAMP
Corbett and Harry had led us back to their base.
"What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed... on leap year? What are you thinking?!" Dean asked.
"We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show," Ed said.
"What?" Sam asked. "Great. Perfect."
"Yeah, nobody's ever spent the night before," Corbett said.
I shook my head. "Yeah, they have."
"Uh, we've never heard of them," Ed said.
"Yeah, ya know why? 'Cause the ones that have, haven't lived to talk about it!" Dean yelled.
Ed shook his head and laughed. "Oh, come on, I don't believe you."
Sam sighed and dug through his bag, handing Ed a stack of papers. "Look... missing-persons reports going back almost a half-century. John Graham stayed on a dare... gone. Julie Wilkerson... gone. There are tons more. All of them came to just stay the night though, always on a leap year. The only body they ever found was the last owner, Freeman Daggett."
"These look legit," Ed said, staring down at the reports.
"They are legit. Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here, buddy. Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die," Sam said.
Harry, Maggie, and Spruce suddenly ran down the stairs and joined us in the base.
"Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Guys! Guys! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! We got one! Corbett! Corbett, we saw one! We saw one!" Harry shouted happily.
"Get outta here!" Ed yelled in excitement.
"It was a full apparition! It was like a class four. It was a spectral illumination!" Harry yelled with excitement in his voice. "It—"
"It was amazing!" Maggie shouted.
Harry noticed, Sam, Dean, and I standing there. "Hey, aren't those the [BEEP!] from Texas?"
Ed nodded. "Yes."
"All right, let's have this reunion across the street, guys." Dean gestured for them to leave.
"Crap. What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked.
"Come on, come on. We'll get you ice cream... our treat. What do you say?" Dean asked. "Let's go."
Harry shook his head. "Yeah, I say no."
"Look at this. Look, look. Ed, Ed. No. No. Look at this," Maggie said off-screen. "Okay, honest-to-god proof, all right?"
The footage cut to Spruce's camera, where Maggie was pulling up the footage of the apparition.
"Are you kidding me?" Ed asked, with excitement in his voice.
"Yeah. No, not kidding," Harry said.
"What kind of reading did we get?" Ed asked.
"Uh, it was a 10.9," Harry said.
"10.9?" Ed asked happily.
"Yeah, it was 10.9. It was almost 11. I came out, and I was like, 'what's going on?' And I was like... wait, watch this." Harry pointed to the monitor. "Oh! He got blasted. It was crazy."
Spruce's camera panned over to Sam, Dean, and I. We had walked away to whisper amongst ourselves, but we didn't know we were being recorded.
"Think we were off on this?" Sam asked.
"That was a death echo, right?" I asked.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, but what's it doing here? Did anybody get shot here?"
Sam shook his head. "No, not that I could find."
"What's a death echo?" Spruce asked.
Sam looked over at the camera. "Look, we got a problem here. That ghost ain't it."
"Yeah, that's real. Like, that happened," Harry said.
"What's a death echo?" Spruce asked again.
"Echoes are trapped in a loop, okay? They keep replaying how they died over and over and over again, usually in the place where they were ganked. It's about as dangerous as a scary movie," Dean explained.
"So maybe the echo's not dangerous, but maybe something else is," Sam said.
"You're right. All right, we need to get out of here, guys. Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Pack it up." Dean gestured for them to get moving, but everyone ignored him.
"Guys, time is running out!" Sam yelled.
"We're moving!" Dean started pushing people toward the door.
Sam and I joined in as well.
"What about all of our equipment?" Maggie asked, "What are we gonna—"
"Lots of fun. Let's go," Dean said.
"We got more material. We got all kinds of stuff. We'll make you guys recurring guest stars," Harry pleaded.
Ed put his hands up. "Wait! Wait! Where's Corbett?"
2ND FLOOR – CORBETT
Corbett had the camera pointed at his face. "I wish to communicate with the restless spirits here," he said.
The camera and his flashlight started to glitch out.
"Uh, lights out? Oh, I think I got night vision here." He turned the camera around and turned night vision on, but as he did, a tall ghostly figure appeared behind him that he couldn't see. "That's better." He smiled into the camera.
MORTON HOUSE: BASE CAMP
Ed tried to make a break for it, but Dean pushed him back.
"No man left behind!" Ed yelled.
Suddenly, there was a scream off in the distance.
"That was Corbett," Ed said.
"That was Corbett! Corbett!" Harry started running.
"Corbett! It's okay!" Maggie ran off too.
Ed, Maggie, Harry, and Spruce all ran for the stairs.
"We'll get him! Go back!" Dean yelled.
Sam groaned. "Guys! [BEEP!]!"
2ND FLOOR
From the view of Spruce's camera, we watched as they all ran down the hall looking for Corbett.
"No! Where are you, dude?!" Spruce yelled.
"Tell us where you are!" Maggie yelled.
"Corbett!" Harry called out.
CORBETT'S CAMERA
It switched over to Corbett, who looked terrified, and now had blood dripping down his forehead. "Let me go!" He screamed. "Guys!"
ED'S CAMERA
"Corbett, you need to come back, Corbett!" Ed shouted.
CORBETT'S CAMERA
The camera was shaking.
"No! Please!" Corbett screamed.
MORTON HOUSE 12:00AM 2ND FLOOR
Dean and I ran into the room with the rest of the group.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Come on," Dean said as we ran in.
Corbett's screams continued, but they were fading.
Sam ran into the room, out of breath. "Corbett's— He's not here. Let's go. Let's go."
"No. No. No. But that's Corbett. No, that was Corbett. Didn't you hear that?" Harry asked.
"Go, go, go, come on." Dean started pushing the group back down the stairs.
"Here we go. Here we go. Keep it moving. Keep it moving," Sam said as he helped usher them too.
"Corbett?!" Ed yelled.
"Hey, hey, hey. Watch him. Watch him," Sam said to Dean, trying to keep everyone in line.
Dean shoved Harry. "Go. Go. Move. Move." He grabbed the camera and pushed it down. "Turn it off!"
MORTON HOUSE 12:04 AM FEBRUARY 29TH BASE CAMP
"Oh, god, what's happened?" Ed asked as he panicked. "Oh, god. He's gone. He just disappeared."
"Okay, let's just go through all the angles. Let's go through all the cameras we have," Harry said.
Spruce again panned over to Sam, Dean, and I, but this time we were trying to break down the front door.
"Well, it's 12:04, Dean. You good? You happy?" Sam asked angrily.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I am happy."
"'Let's go hunt the Morton House,' you said, 'it's our Grand Canyon,'" Sam said.
"Can you not do this?" I rolled my eyes.
"Sam, I don't want to hear this," Dean said.
"You got two months left, Dean." Sam picked up a chair and threw it against the door. "Instead, we're gonna die tonight."
"Whoa! What the hell is going on, guys?" Spruce asked, and everyone ran over.
"I'll tell you what's going on. Every door, every window, I'm guessing every exit out of this house... they're all sealed," Sam said.
"But wh— why are they sealed?" Maggie stuttered.
Dean sighed. "It's a supernatural lockdown, okay? Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave, and it's no death echo. This is a bad mother, and it wants us scared."
"Or it just wants us," Maggie said.
An EMF meter spiked off-screen, and Spruce's camera started glitching again. As it did, Harry ran over to Maggie and secretly held her hand.
"Uh, guys, the camera's fritzing again," Spruce said.
"Whoa. Whoa. Guys, the EMF's starting to spike. This is a big one!" Ed shouted.
"Everybody stay close. There's something coming," Sam said.
An apparition appeared in front of us, and the entire group gasped.
"Is this the same echo you guys saw earlier?" Dean asked.
"No, it's a different guy," Spruce said.
"Multiple echoes?" Dean asked, "What the hell's going on?"
"Beats me." Sam shrugged.
"Okay. All right. All right." Dean walked forward and stood in front of the man. "Uh, hey, buddy! Hey. Hey. Wake up. You're dead! Hello!"
"What's he doing?" Harry asked.
"Sometimes, you can shock them out of it," I said.
Sam nodded. "It's rare, but if you can talk to the part of the ghost that's still human. Usually, you have to have some kind of connection to the deceased."
"Come on! Wake up! Be dead!" Dean yelled.
The apparition flickered, and then he turned to face the group when a whistle echoed through the house.
"You guys hear that?" Harry asked.
"What's that sound?" Ed asked.
"Snap out of it, buddy, huh? Come on, what are you waiting for? You're gonzo! You're dead!" Dean yelled.
A bright light shined on the apparition as the sound of a horn approached. He put his hands up in fear and then vanished as he flew back as if he was hit by an invisible train.
"Where the hell did it go?" Harry asked.
Images of the exterior flashed on screen and then back onto the group.
BASE CAMP: MAGGIE'S CAMERA
"Dude, there's no records of any of this here. No one got shot here. Obviously, no one got run over by a friggin' train," Dean said
Sam looked down at me. "Stay close."
I nodded up at him.
"Did the echoes take Corbett?" Maggie asked.
"Yes. No." Dean turned to look at the camera. "I don't know. We don't know what's doing what here; that's what we're trying to figure out, okay?"
Sam turned to the camera. "Okay, look, um, death echoes are ghosts, okay? Now, ghosts... they usually haunt places where they lived or where they died."
I looked into the camera. "Except these spirits didn't live or die here."
Sam nodded. "Right."
"So, what are they doing here?" Maggie asked.
"Hey, give the lady a cigar." Dean smirked. "All right, seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean—"
"Um... I, uh... well, yeah. Uh, yeah. I think so, mm-hmm," Maggie said.
Dean raised his brow. "Oh."
We continued down the hallway, where we entered a room filled with cobweb-covered, taxidermized animals.
Sam held up a broken, framed certificate. "Freeman Daggett, house's last owner, officially commended for twenty years of fine service at the Gamble General Hospital."
"He was a doctor?" Dean asked.
"Janitor," Sam said.
"This looks like his den. When'd you say he died?" Dean asked.
"1964," I said.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, heart attack."
"What are these? C-rations?" Maggie asked, and the camera panned over to a pile of boxes.
"Yeah, army-issued, three squares..." Dean said as he flashed his light over the pile. "Like a lifetime supply."
"God, is that all he ate?" Maggie asked.
"One-stop shopping," Dean said as he walked over to a safe. "Hello." He pulled at the handle. "Locked."
"Oh, come on, guys. This is ridiculous. I mean, how the hell is this supposed to find Corbett, huh?" Ed asked. "We should be digging up the friggin' floorboards right now."
Sam held up a dusty pamphlet. "Huh. 'Survival Under Atomic Attack.' An optimist."
There was a loud bang as Dean pried the safe open. He pulled a box out and started pulling papers out. "Crap. Crap. Taxidermy. Okay. You said Daggett was a hospital janitor?"
"Yeah," Sam said.
"Ew... got three toe tags here... one, death by gunshots, train accident, and suicide," Dean said.
"Ew," Sam said with realization on his face.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Well, that explains why all the death echoes are here," Sam said, "They're here because their bodies are here—"
"Somewhere in the house..." I frowned. "That's just nasty."
Dean nodded. "Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue. To 'play.'"
Ed and Harry looked at each other and then realized what we were trying to tell them. "Ew! Ugh!"
"That's nasty, dude," Spruce said.
Sam nodded. "Right."
"Wait a minute," Dean said.
MAGGIE'S CAMERA
Maggie was walking around by herself. "Corbett?" She turned and startled herself with her own reflection. "Okay, Maggie." She turned around and jumped when her camera panned to Dean's face.
"Closer to the herd, okay?" Dean asked.
Harry came running. "Maggie? Maggie?"
"She's fine," Dean said.
When the group was back together, Ed's EMF meter started going crazy.
"Harry," Ed said, "Harry, I got an 8.6 and climbing fast. Something huge is coming. Look. Something big is coming."
"It's past 11:00, you guys!" Harry yelled.
"What?" Dean asked. "Nobody move! Hold on. Hold on. Stay quiet."
Maggie's camera started glitching, and then Sam vanished.
"It's really cold in here," Harry said.
I stepped forward. "Wait, where'd Sam go?"
Dean walked past me, where Sam had vanished. "Sam?"
"Some kind of surge," Ed said as he checked Maggie's camera.
"Sam?!" Dean shouted and walked off into the next room.
"Sam?!" I called out, following after Dean.
"Where'd he go?" Spruce asked.
"Oh, no," Maggie said as we walked back into the room without Sam.
I knelt and picked up the flashlight that Sam had dropped and showed Dean.
Dean took the flashlight and looked up, worried. "Sam!"
GHOSTFACERS!
SPRUCE'S CAMERA
Dean and I called out for Sam as everyone else called out for Corbett. While Dean and I were running around in another area of the house, Spruce's camera fell on Harry and Maggie. They were in a closet, and Spruce was filming through a broken part of the wall.
"God, I am so scared. I'm so scared." Maggie whimpered.
"It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay, Maggie." Harry put his arm around her, and they started kissing.
Ed's voice could be heard in the background, yelling out for Corbett.
"Bow-chicka-bow-wow..." Spruce said quietly behind the camera.
Ed eventually walked up and found Harry and Maggie kissing. "My best friend... and my best sister."
Harry gasped and pushed Maggie away. "Ed."
"Harry," Ed said.
"Ed," Harry said.
"Harry," Ed said.
"Ed. Listen, Ed," Harry pleaded.
"Are you banging my sister?" Ed asked.
"No! No!" Harry shouted.
Ed took off his glasses and turned to Spruce. "Hold my glasses."
Spruce took them. "You got it."
"Ed," Harry said with worry in his voice.
Ed lunged forward and attacked Harry.
"Ed! Ed! Ed!" Harry screamed, trying to fight off Ed's pathetic attack.
"Guys!" Spruce yelled.
"Get off, Harry!" Maggie yelled as she hit Ed.
Spruce turned as Dean and I ran into the room.
"What the [BEEP!] are you doing?!" Dean yelled, easily pulling them apart. "Cut it out! We're down by two people." He rolled his eyes and put his hand on my back to walk out of the room. "Sam! Sammy!"
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Great."
Harry sighed. "Sorry."
Ed nodded. "I'm sorry." He turned to Spruce. "Give me my glasses. Did he knock my— my tooth there?" He pulled his lip back.
After we got a close up of Ed's mouth, Spruce said, "Uh, no."
"I won that, right?" Ed asked.
"Yup. You're good," Spruce said, and then Ed walked off.
"Thanks, Spruce." Harry scoffed and walked out.
"Yeah, it's my fault," Spruce said sarcastically.
"That's real great. That's nice. Thanks," Maggie sassed him as she walked by.
MORTON HOUSE: UNKNOWN LOCATION: NIGHTVISION
In a completely separate area of the house, It's My Party played in the background. The camera was set on a long dinner table with cake and confetti set out on it.
"Corbett," Sam said off-screen.
The camera switched to Corbett's headcam. We could now see him sitting groggily in a chair with a pretty terrible head wound.
"Corbett, hey. Corbett, hey. Wake up, man," Sam said, still off-screen.
Corbett blinked a few times. "Sam?"
"Corbett, hey, you got to keep listening to my voice, okay? I'm right here. Stay awake," Sam said.
As Corbett lifted his head, more of the table was revealed. Sam was tied to a chair at the other end of the table, while three or four mummified corpses were set in the other chairs.
"Sam?" Corbett asked.
"Don't listen to him," a deep voice said, and then Corbett's camera followed a hand as it picked a knife up off the table. "It stops hurting, so don't worry." Then the figure walked behind Corbett.
"Corbett, stay with me. Stay with me, you got it? I'm right here. Hey. Stay with me," Sam said, but then he started pleading with the figure. "Don't. Don't."
Suddenly, a knife was shoved through the back of Corbett's neck and out through the front. Corbett's eyes widened as he choked.
"No! Corbett! No! Corbett!" Sam shouted.
MAGGIE'S CAMERA
"Corbett! Where'd you guys go?!" Harry yelled.
"Where are you guys?!" Maggie called out.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Harry asked as the camera panned up on Dean and me, digging through Daggett's stuff in his den.
"Okay, so Daggett was a cold war nut, okay? He was— He was an amateur taxidermist. He liked to slow dance with cadavers, and all he ate were c-rations, so what the hell are we looking for?!" Dean yelled.
"Horrible little life," Maggie said.
I nodded. "Lonely—"
"A cold war life." Dean read something on a paper he had picked up. "He was scared. He was scared..." He realized something. "He was scared."
"Scared of what?" Harry asked, "What?"
Dean suddenly ran, and I chased after him.
"Where are you going?!" Harry called out after us.
"Wait, don't leave me in here, you guys!" Maggie yelled.
MORTON HOUSE: UNKNOWN LOCATION: NIGHTVISION
Daggett's ghost approached Sam.
"Get away from me," Sam demanded.
"This won't hurt." Daggett raised his hands to Sam's face. He was holding something. "It's okay. It's okay. Relax. Relax." When he pulled away, he had placed a party hat on Sam's head.
MAGGIE'S CAMERA
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Harry said.
"Where are you going?" Maggie asked, following Dean and I downstairs.
"Guys like Daggett back then, the ones who were really scared of the Russkies... they built bomb shelters. I'm guessing he's got one. I'll bet you it's in the basement," Dean said as we approached a door. He opened it and shined his flashlight down the stairs.
As Dean stepped down, Spruce followed right behind him. As I went to step down, the door slammed in my face, cutting me, Ed, Harry, and Maggie off from Dean and Spruce.
I hit the door. "Dean!"
"Whoa!" Harry screamed.
SPRUCE'S CAMERA
"Whoa! That is not funny!" Ed yelled.
"Dean!" I yelled again.
"Maddi, it's going to be okay!" Dean yelled.
"Um, who closed the door?" Spruce asked.
"It did. It wants to separate us," Dean said and then pounded on the door. "Maddi! Listen to me!"
"I'm listening!" I yelled.
"There's some salt in my duffel. You know what to do," Dean said.
MAGGIE'S CAMERA
"Okay!" I ran over and grabbed the bag.
"What do we do?" Harry asked.
"We make a circle and get inside," I explained.
"Inside?" Ed asked.
I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah?"
"That's stupid," Harry said.
I furrowed my brow at him as I grabbed the salt out of the bag. "You don't even know what you're talking about."
"Inside the duffel bag?" Ed asked.
"No!" I rolled my eyes. "How have you survived for this long?!"
"In the salt, you idiots!" Dean yelled, "Just listen to her!"
"Oh, okay. Yeah. Yeah," Ed said.
The footage showed Dean and Spruce going down the stairs, and then it cut back to me as I finished the salt circle and stepped in with Maggie and Ed.
"Harry, hurry up. Get in the circle. Get in the circle. Come on. Come on. Quick, quick," Ed said.
"Guys, guys, I don't want to die, okay, and I don't want you to die," Harry said.
"Harry, listen— listen to me, okay? Listen. If we don't die..." Ed sighed. "It's totally okay if you, uh, do my sister."
Maggie pushed Ed. "Nice!" she yelled angrily.
"Ow!" Ed shouted.
There wasn't much room in the circle, and the camera was right in everyone's face. I kept pushing it away every time it landed on me. We had to hold onto each other, just to make sure we stayed in the circle. I remember being extremely uncomfortable, and watching it back was just as awkward.
The camera started glitching. "Hey guys, hey guys, it's coming again."
Ed gasped. "Oh, god. Oh, okay. Guys. Get in close."
"Oh, god." Harry started hyperventilating.
"Oh god, oh god," Ed said nervously.
"Hey, calm down and breathe. We don't need anyone passing out," I said, "We're safe as long as we stay in the circle."
A man whimpered off-camera, and when Maggie turned, her camera landed on Corbett. He was shaking, had a head wound, and blood pouring out of a hole in his throat.
"Oh. Oh, Co— Corbett." Ed whimpered.
SPRUCE'S CAMERA
The footage cut to Dean and Spruce in the basement.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Spruce asked from behind his camera.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Earlier, Sam... he said you had two months left?" Spruce asked.
"Yeah, it's complicated. A while ago, Sam..." Dean shook his head and chuckled. "No, no, no. I'm not gonna whine about my [BEEP!] problems to some [BEEP!] reality show. I'm gonna do my [BEEP!] job," he snapped.
"Is it cancer?" Spruce asked.
"Shut up," Dean said.
The faint sound of It's My Party played in the background.
"You hear that?" Dean asked.
MORTON HOUSE: UNKNOWN LOCATION: NIGHTVISION
Daggett was standing in front of Sam. "I've been waiting for some more friends. I get lonely. But you're coming to my party, aren't you?"
SPRUCE'S CAMERA
"Is that music?" Spruce asked.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, it's coming from behind this wall." He walked up to a cabinet and grunted as he pushed it away from the wall.
"Wow, you're strong," Spruce said, impressed.
Dean turned to the camera and flipped it off with a pixelated middle finger.
MORTON HOUSE: UNKNOWN LOCATION: NIGHTVISION
"You'll stay a good, long time," Daggett said.
Dean smashed through the door. "Sam!" He shot at Daggett, who disappeared, and then started untying Sam.
"Oh god," Spruce said as he panned over the table. Which was now completely revealed with all of the bodies, including Corbett, wearing birthday hats. "Oh, no, Corbett."
GHOSTFACERS!
MAGGIE'S CAMERA
Ed was now rocking back and forth on the ground. "Oh god, what have we done? Oh, god."
"Ed, Ed." Harry tried to comfort him.
"Yeah?" Ed asked.
"Corbett's uh... he's a death echo. He's reliving his own murder," Harry said.
"Over and over forever," Maggie said.
Ed looked up at the camera slowly with tears in his eyes.
SPRUCE'S CAMERA
Dean was helping Sam out of the basement.
"What's this Daggett guy's problem anyway?" Spruce asked.
Sam held his hand up to the camera. "Loneliness."
"What, he's never heard of a Realdoll?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head. "No, no, no, Daggett was the Norman Bates, stuff-your-mother kind of lonely. I mean, that's why he lifted these bodies from the morgue, threw himself a birthday party, except they were the only ones who would come. Anyway, so, at midnight, he sealed them in the bomb shelter and went upstairs, and OD'd on horse tranqs."
"How do you know this?" Dean asked.
"'Cause he told me," Sam said.
"Oh," Dean said.
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
Okay, so now that he's dead, what?" Dean asked, "Same song, different verse, trying to get people to come to his party?"
Sam nodded. "Pretty much, yeah. Stay forever."
Dean loaded his shotgun.
Spruce panned down to the gun. "Are those real bullets?"
"It's rock salt," Dean said.
MAGGIE'S CAMERA
Back in the salt circle, Ed was still rocking back and forth.
Harry was singing softly, "Ghostfacers... we go to places the others will not... Ghostfacers... stay in the kitchen when the kitchen gets hot."
The camera started to glitch again.
"Guys?" Maggie asked. "Corbett..."
"Oh, god." Ed rocked.
Corbett's ghost appeared, flickering, and suffering again.
Ed looked over at him in realization. "Guys, it's— it's Corbett. He's— He's— He's trapped. He's in a lot of pain, ya know? We got to try, and— We got to try and pull him out of his loop. We have to." He stood up and faced Corbett.
"Ed?" Harry asked.
"Corbett. Corbett, it's... oh, god," Ed said, looking down at the salt and then back up at Corbett.
Harry put his hand on Ed's arm. "Don't cross the line of salt."
Ed hesitated and then crossed the line to walk up to Corbett. "I gotta do it, Harry. Corbett listen to me. Okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. Listen. Listen. Oh, god. Corbett. Oh."
"Get back!" Harry yelled.
I put my hand up to calm Harry. "It's okay... this could work. Corbett doesn't have to be stuck like this." I turned to Ed. "Just get back if we tell you."
Ed looked back at me and nodded and then faced Corbett again, but when his ghost started to flicker, Ed quickly retreated. "Oh, god. Whoa. Oh, I can't, okay? He's not hearing me, okay? He won't stop dying." He cried.
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Dean used a pipe to try and break down the basement door.
Sam turned to Spruce. "Seriously... you're still shooting?"
"It makes him feel better. Don't ask," Dean said.
The camera started to glitch.
"Uh, hell, guys," Spruce said, "Get in your ghost-role thing. Something's coming." He swung around to see Daggett standing behind him.
Daggett hit Spruce, sending him and his camera to the ground.
"Oh, my... oh!" Spruce yelled.
As Daggett approached Spruce, Sam shot him and caused him to vanish.
MAGGIE'S CAMERA
Harry was now patting Ed on the shoulder. "I— I— I know how we can get through to him."
"How?" Ed asked.
"Ed... he had feelings for you," Harry said.
Ed furrowed his brow. "Huh?"
"He wanted you," Harry said.
"Wa— Wanted me to what?" Ed asked.
I shook my head and facepalmed.
"You know." Harry made a slight grunt and a pelvic thrust. "And you know what you've got to do. You can do it, Ed. You've always been the brave one."
Ed shook his head.
"Yes, you can. You make us brave..." Harry looked at Maggie. "Right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, you do. You totally do," Maggie said.
"Ed... you gotta go be gay for that poor, dead intern. You gotta send him into the light," Harry said.
Ed nodded, took a deep breath, and approached Corbett. "Corbett."
Maggie stepped over the salt line.
Harry put his hand out to stop her. "Maggie, no. No, Maggie."
"It's okay, it's okay," Maggie said and then continued walking to film Ed and Corbett.
"Corbett, look. Hey, it's just Ed, buddy. It's just me. Hey, hey, Corbett, listen to me. Listen to me. I— We— Okay." Ed cried. "You meant— Corbett, you meant a lot to the team. You meant— You meant a lot to me. You know, never— never back down... never say a bad word, okay? I remember that, Corbett. I— I remember that. I remember because I love you, Corbett. I really truly love you. Do you remember that? Do you?"
Corbett stopped shaking and looked directly at Ed. "Hey. Ed?"
"Yeah. Yeah, Corbett, it's— Corbett, yeah, it's me. It's me. Look at me. You got to help us, man. You have to help us, Corbett. Please. Please. Please help us right now," Ed pleaded, tears streaming down his face.
SPRUCE'S CAMERA
Sam helped Spruce stand up. "Take it easy. you all right?"
The camera started glitching again, and Daggett appeared behind Dean.
"Uh, guys..." Spruce said anxiously.
Daggett grabbed Dean and threw him across the room. He then stepped forward and threw Sam into a wall.
"This is bad... very bad," Spruce said.
Just as Daggett started charging Spruce, the camera started glitching again, and Corbett appeared behind Daggett.
"Corbett?" Spruce asked.
Corbett attacked Daggett, and then they both disappeared into a burst of light.
"You all right, dude?" Spruce asked as he walked up to Dean.
Sam and Dean grunted as they picked themselves up.
Spruce turned to Sam. "You all right?" He took a deep breath. "Oh, my god."
Dean walked up and covered the lens with his hand.
"Ghost! Ghostfacers!"
MORTON HOUSE
The scene switched to an exterior shot of the front door of the Morton House opening as Spruce filmed the rest of us climbing out.
Ed's voice played over the scene. "Leap year, February 29th, the Morton House. A tragic day. A day of souls bound in torment, of lives held in cruel balance. But the Ghostfacers, they did the best that they could."
Maggie and Harry hugged on the porch, and then the camera panned over to Sam handing Ed a paper with his number on it.
Harry's voice played over it, "We lost a beloved friend, but we gained new allies."
"We know this much: that every day, including today, is a new beginning," Ed said.
OPENING SCENE: ED & HARRY
"We learned more than we can say in the brutal feat of the Morton House," Ed said.
"The Ghostfacers were forced to face something far more scary than ghosts. They were forced to face themselves," Harry said.
"War changes Man," Ed said.
"And Maggie," Harry said.
"War changes Man. And one woman..." Ed said. He smiled softly. "You know Corbett, we just... oh gosh, we just like to think that you're out there, watching over us."
"As far as we're concerned, you're not an intern anymore. You have more than earned full Ghostfacer status. Plus, it would be cool to have a ghost on the team," Harry said.
"Yeah." Ed chuckled softly. "And here we were thinking that you know, we were teaching you and... all this time you were teaching us. About heart. About dedication, and... about how gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day." He nodded. "Thank you, Alan J. Corbett."
"Go well into that starry night, young Turk." Harry nodded. "Go well."
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"Come on, Spruce, I gotta get all this stuff packed up!" Corbett yelled as he loaded luggage into a van.
"So, pack and talk!" Spruce shouted.
"I don't know what to say," Corbett said.
"Say what comes to mind. This is one of our confessional moments, Corbett. So confess. What do you think was gonna happen tonight? What do you— What do you think's gonna happen tonight on this trip?" Spruce asked.
"I think tonight— I really do— I think all of our dreams are going to come true. Does that sound stupid?" Corbett asked.
"Kinda does, yeah." Spruce laughed.
Corbett smiled and shook his head.
In Memory of Alan J Corbett, 1985 - 2008
King of The Impossible
Finally, the insanity of the show was over, and Sam, Dean, and I just sat there, taking in what we just watched.
"So, guys, what do you think?" Ed asked.
We didn't say anything.
"Are you all right?" Ed asked.
"You know, I kind of think it was half-awesome." Dean chuckled.
"Half-awesome?" Maggie asked, "That— That's full-on good, right?"
"Yeah, um, I mean it's bizarre how y'all are able to uh— to honor Corbett's memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death. Well done," Sam said.
Dean quickly slipped some device that Sam rigged into one of their bags. It would erase all of their data with one push of a button. "Yeah. It's a real tightrope you guys are walking there."
"Yeah, all right guys," Sam said.
"Nah, that's reality, man. Yeah, Corbett gave his life searching for the truth, and it's our job over here to share it with the world," Ed said.
"Right. Well, um, our experience, you know what you get when you show the world the truth?" Sam asked.
"A straitjacket. Or a punch in the face." Dean nodded. "Sometimes, both."
Sam nodded. "Right."
"Oh, come on, guys, don't be 'facer haters just because we happen to have gotten the footage of the century," Harry said.
Ed nodded. "Oh yeah."
"You got us there," Dean said.
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
"Yeah, well, we'll see you guys around," Dean said and put his hand on my shoulder as we walked out.
"Peace out," Spruce said.
Ed closed the door behind us. As the door closed, we quickly ran to the Impala.
"We clean?" Sam asked.
Then there was a dramatic. "No!" From within the house, which was accompanied by crying.
We all smirked at each other as we got into the car.
"So, what exactly was that thing?" I asked.
"Electromagnet... wiped out every tape and hard drive they have." Dean smirked.
Sam nodded. "World just ain't ready for Ghostfacers."
Dean shrugged. "That's too bad. I kind of liked the show."
Sam and I laughed.
"Had its moments." Sam smiled.