Harry and Ed
"Harry, why don't you tell them about EMF?" Ed said cockily. As if he knew so much more than we did.
"EMF?" Sam asked, playing dumb. He had a dumb look on his face but it was clear he was fighting a smile. I was trying not to do the same but my mouth kept lifting up and I held back a laugh.
"Electromagnetic field." Harry said proudly. "Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector." He took out they're little cheap bought EMF meter out. "Like this bad boy right here."
"Wow, you just, know so much." I waved a hand in my face like I was swooning with a fan girl look plastered on.
Ed grinned superior, shooting Ed a look, apparently pleased he got 'the girl's' attention. So Ed turned it on with the flick of his finger and then got way to excited. "Wow, it's two point eight mg!"
"2.8? It's hot in here." Ed laid it on thick. That reading was like a baby infant compared to our normal ones. Hell, that reading alone was probably coming from the power lines outside. Dean whistled like he was admiring them and Sam nodded.
"So you guys ever really seen a ghost before or..." Dean trailed off.
"You just like hanging around in spooky old houses." I said innocently, using my features to appear naive.
Ed and Harry shared a look. "We did once." Ed answered Dean. "We were uh...we were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table." I raised an eyebrow, seriously, that was it?
"By itself." Harry said like that should amaze us. We've had vases thrown at us 'by itself'.
"Well we, we didn't actually see it but we heard it." Ed corrected himself. Please, a stray cat probably just bumped into the table. "And something like that...it, it changes you."
But I nodded along with them anyway as if I was hanging onto every single word they were saying. "Yes, I can so see what you mean."
"We should go," Dean suggested. "Let them get back to work." We quickly left Ed and Harry after that to do our own research.
I snuck off to the bathroom after getting a headache from being unable to find anything when I got a thought. And I called Derek. "Hey Derek." I said as soon as he answered a moment later. "You're good with computers, right?"
"Yeah, you needing some help with one?" Derek immediately asked.
"Sort of, I need research done on a Motdechai Murdock that lived in the thirties with his six daughters. I just need to know his story and what happened to him."
"Well sure, but what do you need it for?" I could already hear him pulling out his laptop from all the rustling.
"Please, I really don't like lying to you. So it's best to not even ask, just trust me. I need that information."
"Alright." Derek agreed and I relaxed. "I'll have that information in...fifty four minutes."
Just under an hour later, "I couldn't find anything." Sam grumbled as we met outside the library.
"Nah, don't worry. I got it." I said.
Dean and Sam looked at me. "How did you get it when geek boy didn't?"
I shrugged, not able to tell the boys the truth since they, mainly Dean, would go all protective mood. "I had some help."
There was no Mordechai Murdock but there had been a Martin Murdock who lived during the time period. He didn't have six children but he did have two children, both of them being boys and there was really nothing else noteworthy about the guy. "Those kids didn't really give us a clear description of that dead girl but I did hit up the police station." Dean said, which explained where he's been for the past hour. "No matching missing persons, it's like that chick didn't really exist." She probably hadn't if everything else had been wrong. "This one is just a bust." It was rare that happened but not exactly uncommon either. "For all we know, those hellhound boys made up the whole thing. I say we find ourself a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals." Dean got in the car, not once noticing both Sam and I stopped just outside with identical smirks. Dean turned on the car only to jump violently as a Latino Pop dancing music at full volume came on. He tried to turn it off only for the horn to go off at a steady pace. He had to turn the whole car off to get it to stop.
"I did the horn part." I said quite proud of myself. Just messed with the controls a little so turning off the radio reacted with the horn. Sam drew himself and I am imaging 1.
Dean gave us dirty looks as we climbed into the car. "That's all? Weak." And then we were off with Dean making new plans for a new prank.
Late that night at the hell house, two girls and a guy were standing just outside. "Why do I have to go in there?" The black girl with glasses whined.
"Because Jill, you chose dare." The white girl with long brown hair said cockily. "You either have to grab a jar from Mordechai's cellar and bring it back or..."
The guy grinned. "Or you can make out with me."
Jill glared and grabbed the flashlight from the other girl. "I'll take the homicidal ghost, thanks." She said, leaving them alone by heading into the house.
"Would you ever take that dare?" The guy asked the other girl.
She scoffed like it was ridiculous to even ask. "Hell no!"
"Hello?" Jill called, slowly heading down the stairs. She made it to the shelves and quietly pulled down one of the jars. But then she hears something being her. She dropped the jar in surprise when she turned around but nothing was there. Her breathing picked up, she quickly turned back to grab another jar but paled because there was now a man she could see threw standing there. All she could do was scream as he tied the noose around her neck, hoisting her into the air, glasses falling off her face and shattering on the ground.
The next morning, "I guess it's not over just yet." I said. We were standing outside the hell house. There were people all over, including police and the ambulance. A dead girl was carried out on a stretcher.
"What happened?" Dean asked one of the men standing around.
"Cops are saying a girl hung herself in the house." The man answered.
"Suicide?" Sam asked and the man nodded.
"So why did she do it?" I asked, not believing it. It was to coincidental that someone decided to kill they're self in this house at this time.
The man shrugged. "She was a straight A student with a full ride to UT. It just don't make sense." And then he walked away.
Me and the boys looked to the other. "What you think?" Sam asked.
"I think we missed something." Dean answered.
Hands in my pockets now, I said, "I guess we'll be back tonight when nobody else is hanging around."
That night; Sam, Dean, and I ended up hiding in the bushes. There was a police car parked outside with hell house with two police officers standing near the front door. "I guess the cops don't want anyone else screaming around in there."
"Yeah, but we still gotta get in there." Dean whispered, peeking over the bush. "I don't believe it." I glanced over as well. Ed and Harry were whispering as they hunched over, hiding behind the police car trying to find a way inside with carrying all kinds of stuff, goggles and all.
I ducked back behind the bush. "Those guys really are idiots."
"I got an idea." Dean raised up a little and put a hand to cup his mouth. "Who ya gonna call!" He shouted the ghost buster theme song. I covered my mouth to prevent laughing. Ed and Harry straightened up not realizing they had just revealed themselves and looked around confused.
"Hey you!" One of the cops shouted. The boys panicked and ran off screaming. The cops ran after them. All three of us couldn't contain our laughter as we raced into the house.
"I would almost feel bad for them if they would just stay out of our way and let the real professionals handle things." I said once I my laughter subsided.
Sam grabbed the three rifles from the duffle bag he carried and passed them out. I cocked mine as Dean turned on the flashlight. The light shined over that familiar symbol from earlier. "Where have I seen that symbol before?" Dean demanded. "It's killing me!" I shook my head at his frustrated look.
"Come on, we don't have time." Sam hissed. We headed back down to the basement.
Dean quickly grabbed one of the jars from the shelves. He grinned at the red liquid swishing around inside. "Hey, I dare one of you to take a swig of this."
I looked at him like he was an idiot. "Who the hell would do that?"
And Sam added, "Why would I ever do that for?"
Dean thought for a minute. "...I double dare you." Sam shook his head and I thought, 'idiot'. Dean grinned proud of himself. But we got serious as there was a noise coming from a nearby cabinet. We all pointed our guns at it. Dean nodded so Sam opened the door. I shrieked and accidentally shot at a rat.
"...Oops." I said sheepishly.
Dean groaned, "I hate rats."
"You'd rather it was a ghost?" Sam asked.
Not a second later, Dean answered with a firm, "Yes."
I shrugged. "I guess that makes two of us." I looked up. I shrieked, ducking to the side before Mordechai could swing an ax at my head. Sam and Dean both shot but nothing happened like it usually did when you shot a ghost full of rock salt.
"What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" Sam demanded.
"I don't know but I say we get out of here." I stumbled to my feet. The ghost would come back any minute, having left because he wanted to and not because our attack had any real affect on him.
"Come on!" Dean shouted and we took off running up the stairs. We didn't get much of a chance since he appeared again, pushing a shelf onto Dean. I shot at the ghost again but just like before, nothing happened. Sam ducked his ax as Dean pushed the shelf off him with a heavy grunt.
We raced for the front door.
We only got as far as the front porch before we literally tripped into Ed and Harry, knocking them over as they escaped the cops and were trying to sneak back inside. "Get that damn thing outta my face!" Dean shouted at the camera.
I didn't bother saying anything, racing to the car as fast as my feet could carry me, just missing the cops. Ed and Harry started screaming as the ghost appeared in the doorway but only got as so far as two steps away before the cops grabbed them.
At the motel room, Dean sat on the bed drawing that same symbol he knew but couldn't remember where. Sam was researching on his laptop. I was flipping through dad's journal trying to find anything I could on anything like this spirit.