The boys had learned of the haunted house while waiting to get some news of their father. When the usual message with coordinates never came, Sam decided to search the surrounding area news papers to see if he could find anything unusual. They had taken care of a job near New Orleans concerning a witch and voodoo murders. It had been fairly easy since they just had to do some research to find out who it was and, when they had some solid evidence connecting her to the dead people, they made an anonymous call to the local police and let them do their job. The woman was arrested a couple days later and they had been waiting in a motel room for almost a week before Sam came across an interesting article in the Leesville local news paper.
Apparently, a man and his wife had just bought an old house a few miles up from the town, and the very same day of the moving, the man had gone insane and killed his wife, then he killed himself. The man who sold them the house had told the police he had found Mr. Chadwick's body next to his wife's the next day, when he had gone to see how they liked the house. It was obvious Chadwick had killed his wife because she had been stabbed and he was found next to her holding a kitchen knife, but no one could tell why he would do such a thing. They were a young couple, just married, and seemed to be deeply in love.
Sam called his brother to come and see the article he had been reading and Dean thought it might be worth looking into. A two hour drive later they were in the small town and, seeing it was still early, they parked outside an inviting looking restaurant hoping for a nice lunch, which they both looked forward to, motel food wasn't the best.
Their waitress was a kind woman, probably in her sixties, Sam looked across the table at Dean, who had just said he wished the waitress was hot. Sam wiggled his eyebrows and smiled broadly in a mocking way. Dean kicked him under the table and looked up at the woman waiting to take their order. They ordered two house specials and when the woman returned a few minutes later, Dean asked her about the matter that seemed to be in everyones mouth.
"So, can you tell us what's going on?" Dean tried to sound oblivious "Everyone seems excited about something, talking in whispers and all."
"Oh, excited isn't the word I'd use, honey" The woman answered in a thick southern accent. "There was a murder a few miles from town, at the old Baker house, it just stirred the rumors that the place is haunted. That's what everyone is talking about"
"Why do people think it's haunted?" asked Sam, and the woman turned to look at him like she had forgotten he was there.
"Because this is not the first time something like this has happened" Said the woman, and this got the brothers attention. "There's been three families who have lived in the house since it was built, and all of them died in it. The legend says that old man Baker haunts the house, and anyone who lives in it goes insane." The woman took a pensive pause before continuing. "I didn't really believe in ghost stories, but I met that couple when they got to town, they stopped by for dinner after the movers had unloaded all of their belongings at the house, they seemed happy to me, excited." The woman ended her story with a sad sigh. "Well, I've got tables to tend to, boys. Enjoy your meal and don't forget the tip." She said trying to smile, but failing to do so, she turned and walked to a table across the place where a man was waving at her.
"So" Dean started. "This sounds like our kind of gig." Sam looked up at him and nodded.
"It could be just a coincidence, but I doubt it. We should check the history of the house, if Baker is haunting the place, it should be easy to just find and burn his bones" Dean looked up from his plate and agreed with a muffled answer, given his mouth was full. Sam continued. "We should also go and check the house, make sure there really is something supernatural going on in it. We could go tomorrow night" After receiving another grunt for an answer, Sam turned to his own plate and started eating. They both finished their meals in silence, thanked the waitress and, after asking for directions to a hotel, gave her a generous tip.
There wasn't much research to do, for the history of the house was well known in the town.
The house was built in the middle of what would later become a cotton plantation, by a French man named Abel Baker, in 1867. Mr. Baker brought his family, his much younger wife Claudette and his nine-year old son Jerome, to their new home after it was finished and soon after he started buying slaves to work at the plantation. It seemed he was a good boss, who kept his workers happy. The plantation prospered quickly and soon he was a very wealthy man. But it seemed things didn't go as well at home. Mr. Baker was known for is indiscreet adventures around town, and his wife knew about it. Sam had found about a known incident where Baker had been arrested for hitting his wife after a particularly bad fight. He had powerful friends, so he didn't get in much trouble, and got out of jail the next day. Apparently this became a regular thing, Baker became a violent man, it seemed his money and power made him certain he would not go to jail. Things went on like this until one day Baker suddenly disappeared. The police searched everywhere for him, but no one had any information that could help them find him.
Claudette got married again pretty soon, and the town's gossip was that the man she had married had been her lover before her husband disappeared. People said she had gotten him to kill her husband and after Baker was gone she had taken over the plantation and waited a few months to marry him.
Now, here's where the story got interesting, not 6 months after Baker's disappearance, the happy couple began hearing strange noises in the house. The slaves would tell Claudette that the animals got scared without reason and, soon after, the crops began to die. The plantation decayed fast, and a year after getting married again, Claudette was broke. She had to sell everything she had, and soon all that was left was the house. She would have sold the house too, but didn't get the chance, because one night after fighting with her new husband about their financial problems, he went insane and strangled her. He had also killed Claudette's son, the police found the boy in the same room where they found his mother. It seemed like an accident though, because he was unharmed except for a wound on the back of his head where he had hit it against a desk. The police guessed Claudette had been strangled in the bed. The boy came from behind his stepfather to help her and was shoved off by the man, he fell backwards and hit the back of his head on the solid wooden desk, dying instantly. The man's body was found next to Claudette's, he had shot himself.
It seemed like the same thing happened every time someone moved to the house. The father, or the man of the house, went insane and killed his family. There had been another family who lived there, about 70 years later. A man named Jenkins had the house restored before moving in with his family. The fist night there, he went crazy and killed his wife and his children, a girl and two boys.
The police found the bodies in the bed of the couple's room, laid carefully one next to the other, in an almost loving way. Jenkins was outside the house, lying in the ground surrounded by broken glass, under the bedroom window. His neck was broken.
The house was uninhabited for another 67 years, before it happened again, when the young couple he had read about in the newspaper moved in and the rest he already knew.
From the look of it, Sam guessed Claudette and her lover had killed Baker and then hid him somewhere in the house. It had taken some time for the spirit to gather his strength, and then get his revenge. He assumed Jerome's death was and accident, but after that, the spirit recreated the night of the murder when someone moved into the house, and that's why the next time, Jenkins had killed his children too.
Dean walked out of the bathroom as Sam finished reading the information they had gotten from the police, pretending to be writers doing research on the old plantations of Louisiana. Sam turned to his brother.
"Well, I'm almost certain we are dealing with a spirit. I think the bones are hidden in the house. We are going to have to look for them there tomorrow." Dean cursed to himself. He had hoped it would be an easy 'go in the middle of the night to the cemetery, dig up the bastard and burn his bones' kind of job. But of course he couldn't be that lucky. Searching the house meant they would probably roam around the place for a good while, giving the spirit plenty of time to notice them. He was sure this job would prove to be a tricky one.