Dean wasn't sure whether to be relieved that he knew what they were dealing with or to laugh and call Sam crazy...he went with the latter.
"C'mon man, that's one of the most famous horror stories ever and I've never heard that part of it." Sam shrugged.
"Me neither, but it fits, Dean. The victims are young children and they all died looking terrified; maybe they really were scared to death." Dean laughed a little and ran his hand through his hair.
"But the Boogeyman, Sam?"
"It's the only thing that we've found so far." Dean gave a defeated look.
"Ok fine, so how do we stop it?" Sam scanned over the web-page.
"It says that only when the Boogeyman has taken form can it be harmed in any way. Whatever weapon can hurt
the shape it has taken will then in turn do harm to the Boogeyman." Dean arched his eyebrows.
"That's it? It's THAT easy?" Sam nodded.
"The big question is, how do we find it?" Dean pointed over his shoulder.
"Should I check the closet?"
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's sarcastic comment.
"More children are going to die if we don't stop this, Dean." Dean looked disappointed that yet another one of his hilarious jokes had gone uncredited.
"Alright, so how do we track down this sucker?" Sam looked back at his trusty computer.
"It doesn't say, apparantly it's hard to pin down." Dean thought for a minute.
"You said it can kill children on sight, what about adults?" he asked finally.
"Uh..." Sam scanned the page for an answer. "It depends on how much the person is freaked out by what they see. It says that the boogeyman can mess with people's brains, causing mental cloudiness and loss of the ability to function properly." Sam made a face and looked at Dean.
"Killing innocent kids, depriving people of basic motor skills, the bastard sounds charming." Sam laughed a little.
"Yeah." His smile faded as he read on. "Oh my god..." Dean sat back down on his bed.
"What?"
"Dean, this has happened before." Dean moved to the side of the bed closest to Sam.
"When?" He looked at the computer screen over Sam's shoulder.
"Over the month of October in 1994, 16 children from the same neighborhood in Oklahoma died of unknown causes, each death occuring 2 days apart. And before that was Minnesota 1981, exact same story." Sam leaned back in his chair.
"Dean, this goes way back." Dean stared at the computer screen, eyebrows furrowed. Sam searched for articles coinciding with the years and dates he had just found. He took up the police files they had copied earlier and studied them. After awhile, he let ouf a short laugh and handed the papers to Dean.
"Dean, compare the times of death." Dean looked at the paper in his hands then looked at the laptop.
"1:13 A.M." he said quietly. Sam nodded.
"The dates are the same too, now look at the house numbers of the victim's homes." Dean looked over the 3 files in his hands, the house numbers were the same as the one's of the previous victims. Dean let out a breathe and tossed the papers aside.
"Ok so tonight is the 7th, what was the house number on the previous attacks?" Sam scrolled down.
"91."
"And this son of a b itch is doing this just for fun?" Dean sounded a little angry.
"I guess so, mabye just so the legend can live on." said Sam. Dean stood up.
"Like hell, that thing is going down tonight."
Dean looked at his watch.
"We've still got about 5 hours." Sam shut the laptop and got up out of his chair.
"How are we gonna get that family out of the house?" he asked. Dean shook his head.
"We're not, we have to make sure that the Boogeyman will be there." Sam was vaguely reminded of the year before when he and Dean had hunted the Strihga.
"So we're just going to dangle an innocent child in front of this thing and hope we get there before it can kill them?" Sam's voice was louder than normal. Dean took a gun out of a dufflebag and checked the chamber.
"What do you mean "Get there"? We'll be right outside the house." Sam walked quickly over to his brother.
"Dean, this thing kills in a little over a second-"
"Then I guess it's a good thing we're fast." Dean interrupted. "Look, I know it's risky, but you got any better ideas?" Sam rubbed the back of his head; he secretly admitted that the website he found had said that the Boogeyman almost always went after children and that the probability of it coming when he and Dean were in the house would be considerably less. After considering all this, Sam let out a deep breathe and agreed.
"Ok," he said. "I guess it is the only way." Dean nodded, looking a little relieved at Sam's concurrence to his plan.
"Well, we've got some time to kill so..." Sam nodded.
"Yeah, ok. I'll see if I can find any other information that might help us out." Dean winked at his brother and returned to gun to the bag.
"Good idea, Sammy." He dropped down on his bed and closed his eyes. "Wake me up when it's time to leave." Sam laughed a little, shook his head and began searching through websites again.