The theatre wasn't much. In fact, it had been abandoned for over twenty years. Planks of wood covered the doors and windows unevenly, giving the decaying building an empty but hostile appearance.

"Well, I guess we can ditch the idea of catching a movie." Dean walked away from his brother's side, who was looking up at the theatre and at the threatening, dark clouds that brewed above it. "There's gotta be an opening somewhere. Maybe around back. Come on Sam."

Sam followed Dean into the narrow alley beside the theatre and to the back of the ancient building.

"Aha!" Dean pointed to a broken window above a pile of empty crates that led into the theatre. "There's our ticket in."

Inside, the theatre was dark and dusty. The window had led into one of the back rooms, moldy boxes piled up in the corner and an old calendar still posted on the dirty wall. Dean whistled. "Man, I can see this place as a setting for a movie any day."

"Yah," Sam agreed. "I guess we'll be seeing that horror movie after all." They walked towards the partly opened door at the far side of the room and found themselves in the main hall. The refreshment stand was a small counter to their left and across the room was a dark hallway that led to the seats.

"So where do you think they found her?" Sam asked as he looked around, the dim light filtering in from the cracks the only light within the room.

"What I can't figure out is why the police were here in the first place. How'd they find the girl?"

"In the car I looked the theatre up. Apparently teenagers sometimes like to break in, and the last time, one of the kids was seriously hurt falling from one of the balconies. The police sometimes do a little round, circling the building to make sure no one's broken in. They must have seen the busted window and decided to investigate."

Dean grunted as he took out his flashlight and scanned it across the room. There were a few wrappers on the ground that looked as if they were only months old rather than years. "Well, let's check this place out."

The duo made their way across the room and down the hall. The room they entered was very spacious, the ceiling reaching up high. "Spooky," Dean said as his flashlight skimmed across the rows of abandoned seats, all pointed in the same direction. Aside from their flashlights, the room detained no other visible light and the darkness began to hold a sense of obscurity.

"No sign of a police investigation." Sam noted. "You take the right aisle, I'll take the left."

The two brothers split up and began to make their way to the front of the room. Dean reached the stage first and shone his flashlight on the pathetically small screen that stood before him. Dusty red curtains hung on either edge, each tied to the side by a golden cord. Dean scoffed at the inadequacy of the screen and shone the light up the middle aisle.

"Find anything Sammy?" he called out into the darkness. "Not yet!" he heard his brother reply.

A seeping darkness at the edge of the beam cast by Dean's flashlight suddenly caught his eye. The older brother swiftly flicked his wrist to shine the light further up the aisle butthe darkness had vanished. Dean shook his head, knowing it was only his eyes playing tricks. He turned to the right to find his brother but the sound of a squeaky seat suddenly reached his ears. He spun around and shone his light back up the middle.

The darkness was moving. It crept down the aisle, weaving to and fro as it headed towards the stage. Dean tried to call his brother but he was mesmerized by the slowly twisting wisps, its motion keeping him glued to the spot. The flashlight slipped from his fingers and landed with a thud nearby.

The black mist began to collect around his feet, slowly swirling and entwining between his ankles. Its movement suddenly became faster and harsher as it spun around his legs and quickly climbed his body, tightening around his chest and arms, creeping up his neck and enveloping his face. He tried to yell but the mist filled his mouth and clogged his throat. He felt it stiffening around his neck, squeezing his lungs as he tried to gasp for air. It filled his eyes with an inky blackness and jammed his ears to the point that the frantic screams echoing within his mind were all he could hear.
Thoughts raced through his head as his body felt like it was being tightly wrapped and compacted, but they were suddenly blown from his conscience as a blinding pain tore through his entire being. The pain was like none he had felt before. It felt as if he was being ripped apart, as if each cell that made up his body had suddenly become separate. It was complete agony.
Before Dean became completely separate, the realization hit him. He was no more. He was no longer in body or mind. He was no longer living.

Sam heard the 'thud' as it echoed through the seats. His flashlight had been pointed at a suspicious hole in the wall but he now positioned it towards the stage. Cursing as he found the beam of light did not reach the platform, he began to run to the dim glow of his brother's fallen flashlight. As he came to the bottom of the stage his light played along the empty screen that was situated on top of it. "Dean?" he whispered breathlessly. His brother's flashlight was pointed towards the rows of seats, no movement showing within its pale glow. Sam scanned the area with a quick beam of light but he already knew he would not find Dean.