"So, you said you were investigatin the deaths of Alex Shuburt, Felicity Harris and Rachel Pildridge, detectives?" Dean nodded smugly.
"That's right." The man leading them to the file-room grimaced.
"Those cases give me the creeps." He opened the door to the room and motioned Sam and Dean through the door.
"Why's that?" asked Sam. The man walked over to a file cabinet and took out 3 files.
"See for yourself." He handed them to Sam. Sam opened one of the files. He tried to hide his shock as he looked at the pictures from the Felicity Harris case. The look on the deceased girl's face was one of the most chilling things Sam had ever seen; it looked like the victim died screaming. Dean looked over Sam's shoulder at the pictures with a similar expression on his face. The man who worked at the police-station nodded.
"What'd I tell ya?" Sam closed the file, looking slightly disgusted.
"And there was no sign of break in or anything?" he asked. The man shook his head.
"Nope, none." A women motioned to the man through a window in the file-room.
"Oh, please excuse me." Dean gave the man a quick smile and waited til he had left the room. He gave a low whistle.
"What the hell could have scared these kids so badly?" asked Sam, looking through the Alex Shuburt file. Dean shook his head.
"I don't know, but I'm guessing it ain't too pretty to look at." Sam gave him a look. Dean quickly changed the subject.
"Ok, so it looks like we have some more digging to do."
Back at the hotel Sam surfed through dozens of paranormal website, with no luck of finding anything matching what he was looking for, while Dean looked through their father's old journal. Sam exed out of another web page, leaned back in his chair and sighed in frustration.
"Find anything yet?"
Dean rubbed his chin. "Nada, you?"
Sam shook his head and clicked on another link. Dean closed the journal, tossed it on the bed next to him and stood up to walk around.
"We can't even dig up one scrap of information on this thing? I don't know, what if this is all one, big, freakish coincidence."
Sam sat up straight in his chair.
"Because it never is, I think I found what we are dealing with." Dean stopped pacing.
"What?" Sam read from the website.
"Taking on the form of the person looking at its greatest fear, this creature has been known to kill just by sight alone, mostly young children. Probably because they scare more easily."
"Why does it kill in the first place?" asked Dean. Sam read more from the computer screen.
"Just for the hell of it, I guess." Dean raised his eyebrows.
"What's it called?" Sam looked at Dean and sighed as he spoke.
"The Boogeyman."