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The Hamilton Inn
Chapter four
They decided that really the only thing they could do was try to talk the manager into cancelling the dance or at least delaying it for a few days till the anniversary of the previous fires had passed. They entered the inn and walked up to the manger's desk.
"Good evening sir, we'd like to have a few words with you…." Dean looked at the name on the man's name tag."Mr….um….Mr. Sutcliffe."
"Sure what is it?"
"We think it's a bad idea if you have the dance on Saturday." Dean figured he might as well just come right out and say it.
The man looked at them in disbelief, not sure if he heard them correctly.
"What?...Why?"
Dean and Sam glanced at each other and then Sam spoke.
"We've done a little research and well……we saw that the inn had burned down twice already. There was the original fire, and then the rebuilt inn burned down on the date of the anniversary of the fire."
"So?"
"Well we don't think it's advisable to tempt fate. We think you need to change the date of the dance." Sam said.
"Is this a joke?"
"No, believe me it's no joke."
"I'm holding the dance on the anniversary of the fire as a memorial to the victims. By changing the date that kind of defeats the whole purpose." The man looked back and forth at the brothers. "Why? Why should I? Just give me a good reason."
"We think something bad will happen." Sam said.
"Like what?"
"Like another fire." Dean said.
"What are the odds of that happening?"
"Actually better then you think."
Sutcliffe now looked at them suspiciously.
"Are you two going to try and pull something, because if you are…."
"No, not us." Sam interrupted him.
"Then who?"
Dean figured he might as well come right out with it, why beat around the bush.
"You're not going to believe me if I tell you."
"Try me."
"Mrs. Hamilton."
"Mrs. Hamilton?"
"The original owner."
"She's been dead over seventy years."
"Her spirit."
Sutcliffe's mouth dropped open; he couldn't believe he was having this conversation.
"We found out she was murdered and we believe her murder triggered the first fire, she wanted revenge on her husband." Dean explained, knowing full well to Sutcliffe he probably sounded like a raving lunatic. "And then when they reopened the inn and held another dance, her spirit was already restless and she….."
"Burned the inn down." Sam finished his brother's sentence.
"You two might be nuts but I'm not. Stuff like that doesn't happen."
"It happens more often then you think."
"Look…." The man put his hands up as if to dismiss the whole thing. "I know you already paid to stay here, but if you keep this up I'll have to ask you to leave. I don't want you scaring our guests."
"We're only trying to save some lives."
"With a bullshit story like that?"
"Call it what you want but its true."
"I don't believe in all this mumbo jumbo spirit stuff. So I'm only going to tell you this once. The dance is going on and if you continue with this garbage about vengeful spirits I'll call the cops and have you escorted off the property."
The brothers had no choice but to turn and leave.
"Well that went well." Dean said to Sam as they walked back to their room.
"The guy thinks we're nuts." Sam said as he walked into the room and sat on the bed.
"Guess we're going to have to find some other way to stop the dance."
"Well at least we now know the spirit is real and that there is a good chance something is going to happen."
"And we know she can tap into that psychic thing you have going."
"Which actually might be a good thing. Maybe I can reason with her."
"What are you nuts? That thing's killed people Sam; you can't just talk her into being Casper the friendly ghost."
"But if she tries to contact me again….maybe I can try."
TBC