Richardson, Texas, Two Months Ago, Night
Third Person POV
April 6, 2006
Three guys, one holding a torch, and a girl, walk along a muddy path.
"Come on man, is it much further? I'm cold." the first guy says.
"It should be just up here. A deserted cabin comes into focus through the mist." the guy with the torch says.
"Whoa." a girl says.
"There we go." the guy with the torch says.
"How'd you find this place anyway Craig?" Guy 2 asks the guy with the torch, now known as Craig.
"My cousin told me about it." Craig tells the others.
"I am so not going in there." the girl tells Craig.
"Wuss'. We came all the way out here may as well check it out." Craig tells her.
"Let's just hurry this up and get back to the car all right? It's friggin cold out here." Guy 1 tells Craig.
Craig and Guy 1 move ahead.
"You want me to hold your hand?" Guy 2 asks the girl.
Girl thinks about it then takes his hand.
"Are there ... any other parts I can hold?" Guy 2 asks, ruining any other chance he had with her.
"Eww!" the girl says, hitting him. "Shut up, you loser." She tells him.
"Come on! What?!" the guy says, laughing.
Inside, the flashlight shows weird symbols on the walls.
"No way. Look at this stuff...Come on. It's this way." Craig tells the others.
They move into another room.
"They say that it lives in the root cellar. It goes after girls. Always girls. It just, strings 'em up." Craig tells the others.
"They say? Who's they? Where'd you hear this crap?" the first guy asks.
"I told you, my cousin." Craig tells the others.
"And where'd she hear it?" the first guy ask.
"I don't know. She just heard it." Craig says.
"Whatever. Gimme that thing." the first guy says, smirking. He grabs the flashlight.
He opens the door to the basement and goes downstairs. The others follow more slowly.
"Ooooh look. It's the evil root cellar. You know where Satan cans all his vegetables. Come on, get your candy ass down here and see for yourselves. It's just a basement full of skank-filled jars in some crap farmhouse. I don't see anything scary." the first guy says, laughing. "Do you?" He asks.
The others join him and look around. They freeze, looking over his shoulder, terrified.
"What?" He asks and pauses. "What? What is it?" the first guy asks.
He slowly turns around. A girl hangs from the rafters. He screams.
Interstate 35, Present Day
June 7, 2006
Dean POV
Music: Blue Öyster Cult – Fire of Unknown Origin
The Impala cruises past a sign: Big Texas Towing and Salvage yard.
I am driving. I look over and see Sam sleeping with his mouth open. I feel around then gently place a plastic spoon in Sam's mouth. Grinning, I flip open my phone and take a photo, then turns the music up loud.
"Fire...of unknown origins...took my baby away!" I sing loud.
Sam jerks up, realizes something is in his mouth, panics and waves his arms as he spits it out. I air drum along to the song on the steering wheel then look over, grinning as Sam wipes his mouth and turns down the music.
"Ha ha, very funny." Sam tells me.
"Heh heh heh. Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own." I tell Sam.
"Man, we're not kids anymore Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again." Sam tells me.
"Start what up?" I ask.
"That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates." Sam tells me
"Aw, what's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?" I ask Sammy.
"All right, just remember you started it." Sam tells me.
"Ah ha, bring it on baldy." I tell him.
"Where are we anyway?" Sam asks me.
"A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again?" I ask Sammy.
"All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house." Sammy reads.
"Haunted by what?" I ask.
"Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. Anyway, this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar." Sam tells me.
"Anybody ID the corpse?" I ask.
"Well, that's the thing. By the time the cops got there the body was gone. So, cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains." Sam tells me.
"Maybe the cops are right." I tell Sam.
"Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids' firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere." Sam tells me.
"Where'd you read these accounts?" I ask Sam.
"Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, umm, last night, I surfed some local ... paranormal websites. And I found one." Sam says quickly, and embarrased.
"And what's it called?" I ask.
" " Sam tells me.
"Lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement." I say.
"Yeah, probably." Sam says grinning
"Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter." I tell Sam.
"Look. We let Dad take off. Which was a mistake, by the way. And now we don't know where the hell he is, so meantime we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out." Sam tells me.
"All right. So where do we find these kids?" I ask.
"Same place you always find kids in a town like this." Sam tells me.
Outside, Night, FAST-FOOD OUTLET 'RODEO DRIVE'
The Impala pulls up.
The people that were at the Hell House being interviewed.
"It was the scariest thing I ever saw in my life; I swear to God." Guy 1 says at the outside table.
"From the moment we walked in the walls were painted black." Guy 2 says through the serving hatch.
"Red." Guy 1 says.
"I think it was blood." the girl says at an inside table.
"All these freaky symbols." Guy 1 says.
"Crosses and stars and..." Guy 2 said.
"Pentagons." Guy 1 tells us
"Pentacostals." Guy 2 says.
"Whatever, I had my eyes closed the whole time." the girl said.
"But I can damn sure tell you this much. No matter what anybody else says..." guy 1 says.
"That poor girl." the girl says.
"With the black..." guy 2 says.
"Blonde..." guy 1 says.
"Red hair, just hanging there." the girl says.
"Kicking!" guy 1 says.
"Without even moving!" guy 2 says.
"She was real." the girl says.
"One hundred percent." Guy 1 says.
"And kinda hot. Well, you know in a dead sort of way." guy 2 says.
"Ok!" I say, looking at Sam with eyes raised.
"And... how'd you find out about this place anyway?" Sam asks the three.
All three are sitting together now.
"Craig." Guy 1 says.
"Craig." Guy 2 says.
"Craig took us." the girl tells us.
Inside, Music Shop
Lorelai POV
Sam, Dean, Laila, and I enter.
"Fellas, Lady. Can I help you with anything?" Craig asks us.
"Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam asks, still glaring at me and Razzie, well more Razzie, as I text Laila as she rests at the Singers' Harry waiting on her hand and foot.
"I am." Craig says.
"Well, we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam, this is Raziel, this is mine and Sam's sister, Lorelai." Dean introduces us.
"No way. Well, I'm writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine." Craig tells us.
"Well, good for you Morrissey." Dean tells Craig, throwing a glare at Raziel.
"Umm. We're doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it you might know of one." Sam tells Craig.
"Do you?" I ask.
"You mean the Hell House?" Craig asks us.
"That's the one." Dean tells Craig.
"I didn't think there was anything to the story." Craig tells us.
"Why don't you tell us the story." Sam tells Craig.
"Well, supposedly back in the '30s this farmer, Mordachai Murdoch, used to live in this house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to feed his own children. So, I guess that's when he went off the deep end." Craig tells Sam.
"How?" Sam asks Craig.
"Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick, rather than starve to death. So, he attacked them. They screamed, begged for him to stop but he just strung 'em up, one after the other. And when he was all finished, he just turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside." Craig tells Sam.
"Where'd you hear all this?" Dean asks Craig.
"My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from. Ya gotta realize, I - I didn't believe this for a second." Craig tells us.
"But now you do." Sam tells Craig.
"I don't know what the hell to think, man. You guys, I-I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, ok? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, ok?" Craig tells us.
"Thanks." Dean tells Craig.
Outside, Hell House, Day
June 8, 2006
Sam, Dean, Raziel, and I slush up the muddy path to the house.
"Can't say I blame the kid." Sam tells us.
"Yeah, so much for curb appeal." Dean says, and I roll my eyes.
We are all looking around. Sam and Raziel come back toward Dean and I, Dean is holding the EMF, which is making sounds.
"You got something?" Sam asks Dean.
"Ye-ah. The EMFs no good." Dean tells Sam, tapping the EMF.
"Why?" Sam asks Dean.
Dean gestures at the overhead power lines. "I think that thing's still got a little juice in it. It's screwing with all the readings." Dean tells Sam.
"Yeah, that'd do it." Sam says.
"Yeah. Come on, let's go." Dean tells Sam.
We head inside and start looking around.
Dean whistles. "Looks like old man Murdock was a bit of a tagger here in his time." Dean tells us.
"And after his time too. That reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries, but this sigil of sulfur didn't show up in San Franciso until the '60s." Sam tells Dean.
Dean stares at Sam. "That is exactly why you never get laid." Dean tells Sam.
Dean moves to the other wall. "Hey what about this one, you seen this one before?" Dean asks Sam.
Dean gestures at a symbol. It is a cross with a dot in the middle. The bottom stroke looks like an upside-down question mark.
"No." Sam tells Dean.
"I have. Somewhere." Dean tells us.
Sam rubs the symbol. "It's paint. Seems pretty fresh too." Sam tells Dean.
"I don't know Sam. You know I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but ... the cops may be right about this one." Dean tells us.
"Yeah, maybe." Sam tells Dean.
A sudden noise has them on alert. We take up positions either side of a door. Dean nods and we bust through. Bright lights shine in our eyes.
"Oh, cut. It's just a coupla humans." Guy 1 says.
One guy holds a small electrical gadget, the other a camera which he switches off.
"What are you guys doing here?" Guy 1 asks us.
"What they hell are you doing here?" Dean asks Guy 1.
"Ah-ha-ha. We belong here, we're professionals." Guy 1 tells Dean.
"Professional what?" Dean asks Guy 1.
'Paranormal Investigators." Guy 1 tells Dean. He hands us all business cards.) "There you go, take a look at that, boys, and girl." Guy 1 tells us. I glare at him.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Dean says.
"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spengler? You guys run that website." Sam asks them.
"Yeah." Ed tells us.
"Oh yeah, yeah, we're huge fans." Dean tells Ed.
"And ahh, we know who you guys are too." Ed tells us.
Dean, Sam, Raziel, and I all look at him sharply.
"Oh yeah?" Sam asks Ed.
"Amateurs." Ed tells Sam. Dean immediately loses interest. "Looking for ghosts and cheap thrills." Ed tells us.
"Yep. So, if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here." Harry tells us.
"Yeah, what have you got so far?" Dean asks them.
"Harry, why doncha tell 'em about EMF?" Ed asks Harry.
"Well..." Harry starts to say.
Sam plays dumb and trys not to smile. "EMF?" Sam asks Harry.
"Electromagnetic field? Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector. Like this bad boy right here." Harry tells Sam.
Harry turns it on. Dean smirks at Sam.
"Whoa. Whoa. It's 2.8mg." Harry says.
"2.8. It's hot in here." Ed tells us, and I roll my eyes.
Dean whistles in admiration.
"Wow." Sam says.
"Huh. So, you guys ever really seen a ghost before, or..." Dean starts to ask them.
"Once. We were, uh...we were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table..." Ed tells us.
"By itself." Harry says.
"Well, we, we we we didn't actually see it, we heard it. And something like that...it uh...it changes you." Ed tells us.
"Yeah. I think I get the picture. We should go, let them get back to work." Dean tells us.
"Yeah, you should." Ed tells us.
"Sam, Razzie, Lore." Dean tells us.
"Yeah, work." Ed says as Sam, Dean, Razzie, and I leave
"I'm sorry. That pot we smoked gave me the giggles." Ed says to Harry.
Outside, Public Library
Sam and Raziel exit and come down the stairs as Dean and I approach.
"Hey." Sam and Razzie tell us.
"Hey. What have you got?" Dean asks Sam.
"Hey love." I tell Razzie.
"Well, we couldn't find a Mordechai, but we did find a Martin Murdock who lived in that house in the '30s. He did have children but only two of them, both boys, and there's no evidence he ever killed anyone." Sam and Razzie tell us
"Huh." Dean says.
"What about you, Dean?" Sam asks.
We have reached the Impala and 2004 Ford Mustang Mach 1 and stand talking over the top of them.
"Well, those kids didn't really give us a clear description of that dead girl, but I did hit up the police station. No matching missing persons. It's like she never existed. Dude, come on, we did our digging, man, this one's a bust all right. For all we know those hellhound boys made up the whole thing." Dean tells us.
"Yeah, all right." Sam says, and I get in the Ford, ignoring my brothers' glares.
"I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals." Dean tells Sam.
Dean gets into the Impala. Sam leans down, smiling, to look in the window.
Dean turns the key in the ignition. Latino pop-dance music blasts from the speakers; when Dean tries to turn it off, the wipers turn on. Dean rears back.
"WHOA! What the..." Dean starts to ask.
He quickly reaches to turn everything off.
Sam gets in the Impala, laughing. He licks his finger and marks an imaginary '1' in the air then points to himself.
Dean gives him a dirty look. "That's all you got? Weak. That is bush league." Dean tells Sam.
The impala and Mustang pull away.
Outside, Hell House, Night
Third Person POV
Two girls and a guy approach the house.
"This is it. The point of no return." the guy tell the girls.
"Why do I have to go in there?" Girl 1 asks.
"Because Jill you chose dare. You either have to grab a jar from Mordechai's cellar and bring it back or..." Girl to says and starts to finish.
"...or you can make out with me." the guy finishes.
Girl 1, now known as Jill gives them both a dirty look. "I'll take the homicidal ghost, thanks." Jill tells them.
She turns on her torch and slowly approaches the house, leaving the other two behind.
"Would you ever take that dare?" the guy asks.
"Hell no!" the other girl says, scoffing.
Jill cautiously moves inside. There is a noise like knives being sharpened.
"Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?" Jill asks.
Her point of view looks over some hanging chicken feet. Jill makes her way to the cellar, looks around, and moves toward the jars. She takes one, but hears a sound, whirls, and drops the jar, panicked.
"Ok. Ok ok ok ok." Jill all but panick.
She turns and sees Mordechai. He throws a rope around her neck, and she screams and keeps screaming as she is hoisted in the air. And it appears that she is dead a few seconds later.
Outside, Hell House, Dawn
June 9, 2006
Lore POV
Emergency vehicles and men move around. The girl's body is bought out on a stretcher.
Dean, Sam, Razzie, and I approach a man standing outside.
"What happened?" Dean asks the man.
"A coupla cops say a girl hung herself in the house." the man tells us.
"Suicide?" Sam asks him.
"Yeah. She was a straight A student, with a full ride to UT too. It just doesn't make sense." the man tells us. He walks away.
"Whaddaya think?" Sam asks Dean.
"I think maybe we missed something." Dean tells Sam.
Outside, Hell House, Night
A police car is parked outside, two cops stand around. Sam, Dean, Razzie and I crouch in the bushes.
"I guess the cops don't want anyone else screwing around in there." Sam tells us.
"Ya think?" I tell Sam sarcastically.
"Yeah, but we still gotta get in there." Dean tells Sam.
Dean hears whispers and peeks from our hiding place.
"I don't believe it." Dean says, in annoyance.
Sam, Razzie, and I spin to look. Ed and Harry are approaching hunched over, wearing all sorts of gadgets, whispering and shh-ing each other.
"I got an idea." Dean tells us. He rises slightly, turns towards the cops and cups a hand to his mouth.
"Who ya gonna call!" Dean says, and I giggle for a second.
"Wha...huh?" Ed and Harry say.
"Hey! You!" a cop says.
There is a muddled mixture of voices.
"Freeze. Run! Come on! Get back here. Hey!" they say, chasing Ed and Harry.
The cops chase Ed and Harry back down the path. Laughing, Sam, Dean, Razzie, and I make a break for the house. Once inside Sam breaks out the rifles, handing one to Dean, another to Razzie, and the last to me. Dean turns on a flashlight.
"Where have I seen that symbol before? It's killing me!" Dean says, trying to think of where he's seen the symbol.
"Come on, we don't have much time." Sam says to Dean
We go down to the basement and look around. Dean spies the jars and picks one up for a closer look. The pale red liquid sloshes around inside.
'Hey Sam. I dare you to take a swig of this." Dean tells Sam.
"What the hell would I do that for?" Sam asks Dean.
"...I double dare you." Dean tells Sam.
Sam just shakes his head, looking away. DEean grins. A noise has them both on alert and they move toward the cabinet. At Dean's nod Sam opens the door. Rats squeak and run from the torchlight.
Dean lifts his feet. "Arghh! I hate rats." Dean says.
"You'd rather it was a ghost?" Sam asks Dean.
"Yes." Dean tells Sam.
Behind Sam's head we can see Mordechai has appeared. Sam, Dean, Razzie and I realize it at the same time and swing around to see Mordechai raising an axe above his head. Sam shoots him twice but he's still there. Dean, Razzie, and I shoot him again and he mists away.
"What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" Sam asks us.
"I dunno. Come on. Come on come on!" Dean tells us.
As they run toward the stairs Mordechai smashes his axe down, catching the shelves and bringing the jars crashing down on Dean. Mordechai and Sam begin fighting so that Mordechai won't notice me.
"Go! Get outta here!" Sam tells us.
Mordechai smashes the electrical box and sparks fly everywhere.
Sam, Dean, Razzie and I bolt for the door.
Outside, Ed and Harry creep back toward the house as I see them, I am almost out.
Harry raises his night vision goggles. "Maybe we should just get out of here." Harry tells Ed.
"No. Would John Edward go? We've lost the cops, let's find our center and get some work done. Ok? All right?" Ed says.
As they approach the porch, camera raised, Sam, Dean, Razzie, and I burst out. We fall through the emergency tape and roll down the steps, and spring immediately to our feet and keep running.
"Get that damn thing outta my face!" Dean and Raziel tell Ed.
"Go go go!" Sam and I tell Harry.
Ed and Harry are still facing the door and see Mordechai lurk.
"Sweet Lord..." Ed starts to say.
"...of the rings. RUN! GO GO GO!" Harry finishes.
They turn to flee...and run straight into the arms of the cops.
"Look, there's a... look. There's a man over there...I saw...where'd he go?" Harry tries to tell the cops.
The cops grab their collars. "Boys come on." The cops tell them.
Inside, Motel Room
June 10, 2006
Raziel POV
Dean is sitting on the bed drawing the symbol, Sam is researching, as am I. And Lorelai is resting.
"What the hell is this symbol? It's buggin' the hell outta me. This whole damn job's buggin' me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks." Dean tells us.
"It does." Sam tells Dean.
"All right. Well, I mean that explains why he went after you, but why me?" Dean asks Sam.
"Hilarious. The legend also says he hung himself, but did you see those slit wrists?" Sam asks Dean.
"Yeah." Dean tells Sammy.
"What's up with that? And the axe too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over?" Sam tells Dean.
"But this mook keeps changing." Dean tells Sam.
Sam is clicking away on his laptop. "Exactly. I'm telling ya, the way the story goes ... wait a minute." Sam tells us.
"What?" Dean, Lore, and I ask.
"Someone added a new post to the Hell Hound site. Listen to this. 'They say Mordechai Murdock was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity.'" Sam reads to us.
Still staring at the symbol he has drawn, Dean suddenly sits straight up.
"Where the hell is this going?" Sam asks.
"I don't know but I think I might have just figured out where it all started." Dean tells us.
Inside, Music Store
Craig is sitting at the counter looking depressed.
"Hey Craig? Remember us?" Dean asks Craig.
"Guys, look I'm really not in the mood to answer any of your questions, ok?" Craig tells us.
"Oh, don't worry. We're just here to buy an album, that's all." Dean tells Craig. Dean flicks through and picks up an album.
"You know I couldn't figure out what that symbol was and then I realized that it doesn't mean anything. It's the logo for the Blue Oyster Cult." Dean says to us as we approach the counter. "Tell me Craig, you, uh, you into BOC? Or just scaring the hell outta people? Now why don't you tell us about that house ... without lying through your ass this time." Dean says to Craig.
Craig sighs. "All right, um. My cousin Dana was on break from TCU. Ah, I guess we were just bored, looking for something to do. So, I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it would be funny if we made it look like it was haunted. So, we painted symbols on the walls, some from some albums, some from some of Dana's theology textbooks. Then we found out this guy Murdock used to live there so we ...we made up some story to go along with that. So, they told people, who told other people. And then these two guys put it on their stupid website. Everything just took on a life of its own. I mean I; I thought it was funny at first but... now that girl's dead! It was just a joke, you know. I mean, none of it was real, we made the whole thing up. I swear!" Craig tells us.
"All right." Sam and Lore say softly.
Sam, Dean, Lore, and I turn to leave.
"If none of it was real how the hell do you explain Mordechai?" Dean and I ask Sam and Lore.
Inside, Motel Room
Dean POV
Sounds of the shower can be heard running. I enter and walk over to Sam's bed, lifting a packet labelled 'Itching Powder".
"Hey, I'm back." I call out, while glaring at the bed which has Raziel and Lorelai napping.
"Hey, where were you?" Sam asks from the bathroom.
"Oh, I went out." I tell Sam.
I pick up Sam's underwear from the bed and shake the content of the packet onto it.
"So, I think I might have a theory about what's going on." Sam says.
"Oh yeah?" I ask, still shaking the powder.
"What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?" Sam asks.
"Tulpa?" I ask.
Sam emerges from the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist. "Yeah, a Tibetan thought form." Sam tells me.
I swing around hastily. "Ahh, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is. Hey why don't you get dressed, I wanna go grab something to eat. And wake the other two." I say.
I enter the bathroom, smiling at Sam as I close the door. Sam watches then turns to pick up his underwear.
Inside, Eating House
"There you go gents and lady." the server tells us.
I take our three coffees and orange juice. "Thank you." I tell the server.
We make our way to a table, Sam grimacing and adjusting his jeans.
I am watching him. "Dude what's your problem?" I ask Sam.
"Nothing, I'm fine." Sam tells me.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"Yeah." Sam says.
"So, ahhh, all right keep going. What about these Tulpas?" I ask Sam.
"Ok, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualised a golem in their head. The meditated on it so hard they bought the thing to life. Outta thin air." Sam tells me.
"So?" I ask him.
"That was 20 monks. Imagine what 10,000 web surfers could do. I mean Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard." Sam tells me.
"Chaos." Razzie and Lore say.
"Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" I ask him.
"I dunno, maybe." Sam says, uncomfortable.
"People believe in Santa Claus - how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?" I ask Sam.
"Cuz you're a bad person. And because of this..." Sam says and after Lore hits Sam, I feel vindicated.
Sam turns his laptop, showing me a photo of one of the Hell House symbols.
"That's a Tibetan spirit sigil. On the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet they painted this, not even knowing what it was. Now that sigil has been used for centuries, concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass. So, people are on the HellHounds website, staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai ... I mean I don't know, but it might be enough to bring a Tulpa to life." Sam tells me.
"It would explain why he keeps changing." I say.
Sam grimaces and adjusts himself again. "Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work." Sam tells me.
"Yeah, because he's not a traditional spirit." I tell him.
Sam is still fidgeting. "Yeah." Sam says.
"Ok. So why don't we just...uhh ... get this spirit sigil thingie off the wall and off the website?" I ask Sam.
"Well, it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own." Sam tells me.
"Great. So, if he really is a thought form how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?" I ask Sam.
Sam is still itching and adjusting. "Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their home page." Sam tells me.
Sam shows Lore, Razzie, and I footage from the previous night.
"Since they've posted the video their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone." Sam asks me.
"Hmph. I got an idea. Come on." I tell the others.
"Where are we going?" Sam asks me.
"We gotta find a copy store." I tell him while the others have been quiet since they are still tired.
We rise to go.
Sam is itching and jiggling. "Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something." Sam tells me.
I laugh as I walk away.
"You did this?" Sam asks, mad.
I continue to laugh.
"You're a friggin jerk!" Sam tells me.
"Oh yeah." I tell Sam.
Trailer Park
Ed and Harry sit in a trailer with all their equipment.
"No, no, no, forget it. Forget it! I'm not going back in there again." we can hear Harry tell Ed.
"Harry. Look at me. Right here. Ok? You are a ghost hunter, ok?" we can hear Ed tell Harry.
"I know but, Ed, I've never seen a real ghost before Ed, like a real ghost, an apparition!" Harry tells Ed.
"This stuff here...this is our ticket to the big time right here. Fame, money, sex. With girls. OK? Be brave. WWBD. What Would Buffy Do. huh?" Ed tells Harry.
"What would Buffy do. But Ed, she's stronger than me." I hear Harry whisper and I am close to laughing out loud.
"It's ok." Ed tells Harry.
I am pounding on the door. Harry jumps a foot in the air apparently and squeals.
"Who is it?" we hear Harry ask.
"Come on out here guys, we hear you in there." I tell them.
"It's them!" Ed tries to whisper.
They stick their heads out the door.
"Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging - what a shock." I say,
"Guys, we need to talk." Sam tells them.
"Now." Razzie says, short and to the point.
"As in, we'll just hassle you otherwise." Lore says.
"Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhh, a little bit busy right now." Ed tells us.
"Ok well we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website." I tell them.
"Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell..." Ed says, laughing.
"I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fright." Harry tells us.
"Why should we trust you guys?" Ed asks us.
"Look guys. We all know what we saw last night, what's in the house. But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai." Sam tells them.
"That's right. Which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person, somebody could get hurt." I tell them.
"Yeah, yeah..." Ed says, brushing us off.
"Ed maybe he's got a point, maybe..." Harry starts trying to convince Ed.
"Nope..." Ed says.
"No." Harry tells us.
"We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth." Ed tells us.
"Well, I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now -" I start to tell them.
"Dean-Dean, hey, hey, just, forget it, all right? These guys ..." Sam says and sighs "probably bitch slap them both, I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai ... but they're still not gonna help us. Let's just go." Sam finishes.
"Whoa... whoa..." Ed and Harry say.
"Yeah, you're right." I say.
Sam, Raziel, Lore, and I start to walk away, Ed and Harry trailing behind.
"What you say about...?" Ed starts to ask.
"Hang on a second here." Harry tells us.
"Wait...wait." Ed tells us.
"What thing about Mordechai you guys?" Harry asks us.
"Don't tell 'em Sam." I "tell" Sam.
"But if they agree to shut the website down Dean." Sam tells me, yeah we practiced a fake argument, sue us.
"They're not going to do it, you said so yourself." I tell Sam.
"And then, I'll dropkick them." Lorelai tells us.
"No wait. Wait. Don't listen to him, ok? We'll do it. We'll do it." Ed tells us.
"It's a secret Sam." I tell Sam.
"Look, it is a really big deal all right. And it wasn't easy to dig up. So only if we have your word that you'll shut everything down." Sam tells Ed and Harry.
"Totally." Ed tells us.
"All right." Sam tells him.
I hand them some paperwork.
"It's a death certificate. From the '30s. We got it at the library. Now according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound." Sam tells them.
"That's right he didn't hang or cut himself." I tell them
"He shot himself?" Ed asks us.
"Yep. With a .45 pistol after his little girl, who of course was married at the time, died during childbirth. To this day they say he's terrified of the gun and will not harm a pregnant woman." Sam tells them.
"Matter of fact they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds - it'll kill the sonuvabitch." I tell Ed and Harry.
Ed and Harry snigger gleefully. Harry spins and bolts back toward the trailer, Ed follows more slowly.
"Harry. Slow your roll buddy. They're gonna know we're excited." Ed tells Harry.
Inside, Cafe
Sam POV
Dean, Raziel, Lorelai, and I sit in a booth, I am looking at my laptop. Dean reaches up to the 3D artwork of a fisherman holding a big fish and pulls the cord. The fisherman's mouth moves up and down and an extremely annoying laugh plays.
I pull the cord to stop it. "If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you." I tell Dean.
Dean, deadpan, stares at me while pulling the cord again. I immediately stop it, glaring at Dean.
"Come on man, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense." Dean tells me, snickering.
I give Dean another dirty look. Dean sighs.
"They post it yet?" Dean asks me.
I move the laptop around so Dean can see it and stabs at his salad angrily.
"We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms and won't harm pregnant chicks. All right. How long do we wait?" Dean asks me after reading the post.
"Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker." I tell Dean
I hold my beer out to Dean, who lifts his own and taps it.
"Sweet." Dean says. Dean takes a long drink and I start grinning. Dean goes to put the bottle down, but it is stuck to his hand. I crack up as Dean stares at it, confused.
"You didn't." Dean says.
I laugh and hold up super glue. "Oh, I did!" I tell Dean.
Dean shakes his hand while I, laughing, pulls the string to set the fisherman laughing again.
Outside, Hell House, Night
Third Person POV
The two cops are searching the surroundings with their torches.
"I'm telling ya, I heard something. Coming from over there." cop 1 tells cop 2.
The noise of the fisherman laughing can be heard.
"See? See? There it is again." Cop 1 says.
"What is tha..." cop 2 starts to ask.
They find the fisherman stuck in a tree, laughing.
Inside, Hell House
June 13, 2006
Lore POV
Dean, Sam, Raziel and then I enter the house on alert, guns drawn, and begin a methodical search, staying back-to-back. Dean readjusts his gun hand.
"I barely have any skin left on my palm." Dean says, snarkily.
"I'm not touching that line with a ten-foot pole." Sam tells Dean.
Dean shines his flashlight in Sam's face until he winces, then moves into the other room. Sam follows.
"So, you think old Mordechai's home?" Dean asks us.
"I don't know." Sam tells Dean.
"Me either." Ed tells us from behind.
Sam, Dean, Razzie, and I spin, pointing our guns at Ed and Harry.
"WHOA! WHOA!" Ed tells us.
"What are you trying to do, get yourself killed?" Sam asks them.
"We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, ok?" Ed tells us.
From the basement comes the sound of knives being sharpened. Sam, Dean, Razzie, and I are immediately back on alert.
"Oh crap." Ed says.
Ed and Harry crowd in close behind Sam, Dean, Razzie and me with their camera.
"Ah guys, you wanna ... you wanna open that door for us?" Ed asks.
"Why don't you?" Dean asks Ed.
Mordechai bursts through the door holding an axe and screaming. Sam and Dean empty their gun chambers. He holds on, then wavers and disappears into mist. Sam and Dean wait a beat, then take off to ensure the other rooms are clear, with Razzie and me keeping the dweebs safe.
"Oh God. He's gone. He's gone." Ed says
"Did you get him?" Harry asks Ed.
"Yeah, they got him." Ed says.
"No, on camera, did you get him on camera." Harry says.
"Ah, ah, I ..." Ed starts to say.
"Let me see it, let me see it." Harry tells Ed.
Harry takes the camera and flips it open. Mordechai appears, slams his axe through the camera, forcing Harry to the ground and disappears again.
Dean runs in.
"Hey! Didn't you guys post that B.S. story we gave you?" Dean asks the numbskulls.
"Of course, we did." Ed tells Dean.
Sam appears in the other door, gun at the ready.
"But then our server crashed." Harry tells Dean.
"Yeah." Ed tells Dean.
"So, it didn't take?" Dean asks them.
"UH...mmm..." both Ed and Harry say.
"So these, these guns don't work." Dean says.
"Yeah." Ed says.
"Great. Sam, any ideas?" Dean asks Sam.
"We are getting outta here." Ed tells us. "Yeah. Come on, Ed." Harry says, grabbing Ed.
Harry and Ed run past Dean to the other room, where Mordechai appears again. Screaming, they run to the front door but it is locked. Mordechai follows them.
"Jesus Mary and Joseph." Harry says.
"The power of Christ compels you, the power of Christ compels you. THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!" Ed tells Mordechai.
"HEY! Come and get it you ugly son of a bitch." Sam says from behind them.
They fight until Mordechai pins Sam against the wall, axe across his throat.
"Get out of here, now!" Sam tells Ed and Harry.
"We're out of here..." Ed says.
Dean is in the other room splashing kerosene everywhere. Mordechai lifts Sam off his feet with the pressure of the axe at his throat.
"Dean!" Sam gasps.
Dean, Razzie, and I appear.
"HEY!" Dean says, while my face is a face of fury.
Dean holds up a spray bottle and lights the gas, a plume of fire appears.
"Go go go!" Dean tells us.
Sam, Razzie, and I run past Dean, Dean follows, pulling Sam as he stops and leans over, holding his throat.
"Mordechai can't leave the house, we can't kill him - We improvise." Dean tells us.
Dean holds up his lighter, flicks it, and throws it back into the room. It bursts into flame and the boys run outside.
"That's your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?" Sam asks Dean
"Well, nobody will go in anymore. I mean look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works." Dean tells Sam.
"Well, what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?" Sam asks Dean.
"Well - well then we'll just have to come back." Dean tells Sam.
We watch the house burn.
"Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the thing we hunted, how many existed just cuz people believed in them." Sam tells us.
June 14, 2006
Sam, Dean, Razzie, and I are hanging out by a picnic table at the trailer park. Ed and Harry approach carrying grocery bags.
"I was thinking that Mordechai has a really super high attack bonus." Harry tells us.
"Man I got the munchies right now." Ed says. "Gentlemen and lady." Ed says.
"Hey guys." Sam tells them.
"Should we tell 'em?' Harry asks Ed.
"Hey, might as well, you know, they're going to read about it in the trades." Ed tells Harry.
"So this morning we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer." Harry tells us.
"Oh yeah, wrong number?" Dean asks.
"No, smart-ass. He read all about the Hell House on our website and wants to option the motion picture rights. Maybe even have us write it." Ed tells us.
They place their grocery bags into a totally overloaded car.
"And create the RPG." Harry says.
"The what?" Dean asks.
"Role playing game." Ed tells Dean.
"Right." Dean says.
"A little lingo for you. Anyhoo, ahhh, excuse us, we're off to la-la land." Ed tells us.
"Well congratulations guys. That sounds really great." Sam tells them.
"Yeah. That's awesome, best of luck to you." Dean tells them.
"Oh yeah, luck. That has nothing to do with it. It's about talent. Sheer unabashed talent." Ed tells us.
We all nod at each other.
"Later." Ed tells us, making a hand gesture.
Ed and Harry get in the car and start pulling off.
"See ya round..." Harry tells us.
"Wow." Dean says, as he watches them leave.
"I have a confession to make." Sam tells us.
"What's that?" Dean asks.
"I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer." Sam tells us.
Dean laughs "Yeah well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat." Dean tells him.
Sam laughs. We all laugh.
"Truce?" Sam asks.
"Yeah truce. At least for the next 100 miles." Dean tells Sam.
Sam and Dean climb into the Impala and Raziel and I climb in the Mustang Mach 1 and take off.
MUSIC: Blue Öyster Cult – Burnin' for You
