"Previously on Supernatural:" "Sammy." "Take your brother outside as fast as you can." "Go." "Dad's on a hunting trip." "And he hasn't been home in a few days." "This is Dad's book." "I think he wants us to pick up where he left off." "You know, saving people, hunting things." "The family business." "I gotta find Dad." "It's the only thing I can think about." "Come on, man, is it much further?" "I'm cold." "Should be just up here." " Whoa." " Here we go." "How did you find this place anyway, Thurston?" "craig:" "My cousin told me about it." "Oh, I am so not going in there." "Wusses." "We came all the way here, might as well check it out." "Let's just hurry this up and get back to the car." "It's freaking cold out here." "Want me to hold your hand?" "Are there any other parts I can hold?" "Ew." "Shut up, you loser." "Well, come on." "What?" "No way." "Look at all this stuff." "Come on. lt's this way." "They say that it lives in the root cellar." "Goes after girls." "Always girls." "It just strings them up." ""They say"?" "Who's "they"?" "Where did you hear this crap?" " l told you, my cousin." " And where did she hear it?" "craig:" "I don't know." "She just heard it." "Whatever." "Give me that thing." "craig:" "Ooh, look, it's the evil root cellar." "No, where Satan cans all his vegetables." "Well, get your candy-asses 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." "Do you?" "What?" "What?" "What is it?" "Aah!" "A fire of unknown origin took my baby away" "Ha-ha." "Very funny." "Sorry." "Not a lot of scenery here in east Texas." "Kind of gotta make your own." "Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean." "We're not gonna start that crap up again." "Start what up?" "That prank stuff." "It's stupid and it always escalates." "What's the matter, Sammy?" "You afraid you're gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?" " All right." "Just remember, you started it." " Bring it on, baldy." " Where are we, anyway?" " Few hours outside of Richardson." "Give me the lowdown again." "All right, about a month or two ago kids go poking around this local haunted house." " Haunted by what?" " Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit." "Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters." "These kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar." " Anybody ID the corpse?" " Well, that's the thing." "By the time the cops got there, the body was gone." "Cops are saying the kids were yanking chains." "Maybe the cops are right." "Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids' firsthand accounts." " They seem sincere." " Where did you read these accounts?" "I knew we'd be passing through Texas so last night, I surfed some local paranormal websites." " And I found one." " And what's it called?" "Let me guess." "Streaming live out of Mom's basement." " Yeah, probably." " Yeah." "Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the "persqueeter."" "Look, we let Dad take off, which was a mistake, by the way." "Now we don't know where he is." "Meantime, we gotta find something to hunt." "No harm checking this out." "All right, so where do we find these kids?" "Same place you always find kids in a town like this." "It was the scariest thing I ever saw, I swear to God." "From the moment we walked in." "The walls were painted black." " Red." " l think it was blood." " All these freaky symbols." " Crosses and stars, and..." " Pentagons." " Pentecostals." "Whatever, I had my eyes closed." "I can tell you this much:" "No matter what anybody says" " That poor girl." " With the black..." " Blonde." " Red hair, just hanging there." " Kicking." " Without even moving." " She was real." " lt's 100 percent." "And kind of hot." " Well, you know, in a dead sort of way." " Okay." "And how did you find out about this place, anyway?" " Craig." " Craig took us." "Fellas." "Help you with anything?" " Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" " l am." "We're reporters with The Dallas Morning News." " l'm Dean, this is Sam." "craig:" "No way." "Yeah, I'm a writer too." "I write for my school's lit. magazine." "Well, good for you, Morrissey." "Um, we're doing an article on local hauntings." "Rumor has it you might know about one." " You mean the Hell House?" " That's the one." "I didn't think there was anything to the story." "Why don't you tell us the story." "Well, supposedly, back in the '30s this farmer, Mordechai Murdock, he used to live in the house with his six daughters." "It was during the Depression, his crops were failing he didn't have enough money to feed his children." "So I guess that's when he went off the deep end." "How?" "Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick rather than starve to death." "So he attacked them." "And they screamed, begged for him to stop but he just strung them up, one after another." "And then when it was all finished, he 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." "And where did you hear all this?" "My cousin Dana told me." "I don't know where she heard it from." "You gotta realize, I didn't believe this for a second." "But now you do." "I don't know what the hell to think, man." "You guys, I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay?" "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, okay?" "Thanks." " Can't say I blame the kid." " Yeah, so much for curb appeal." "You got something?" " Yeah, but the EMF's no good." " Why?" "I think that thing's still got a little juice in it. lt's screwing with all the readings." " Yeah, that would do it." " Yeah." "Come on, let's go." "Looks like old man Murdock was a bit of a tagger during his time." "And after his time too." "The reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries but this Sigil of Sulfur didn't show up in San Francisco until the '60s." " Huh." " That's exactly why you never get laid." "Hey, what about this one?" "You seen this one before?" "No." "I have." "Somewhere." "It's paint." "Seems pretty fresh too." "I don't know, Sam." "I mean, I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind but the cops might be right about this one." "Yeah, maybe." "Cut." "Just a couple of humans." "What are you guys doing here?" "What the hell are you doing here?" "We belong here." "We're professionals." " Professional what?" " Paranormal investigators." "There you go." "Take a look at that, boys." "Oh, you gotta be kidding me." " Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler." "Yep." " Yeah." " Oh, yeah, yeah." "We're huge fans." "And we know who you guys are too." " Oh, yeah?" " Amateurs." "Looking for ghosts and cheap thrills." "Yeah." "So if you guys don't mind we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here." " Mm-hm." " Yeah?" "What do you got so far?" "Harry, why don't you tell them about EMF?" " Well- EMF?" " Electromagnetic field." "Mm-hm." "Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector like this bad boy right here." "Whoa." "Whoa." " That's 2.8 MG." " Two point eight." " lt's hot in here." " Wow." "Huh." "So have you guys ever really seen a ghost before, or...?" "Once." "We were..." "We were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table." " By itself." " We didn't actually see it but we heard it, and something like that..." " ...it changes you." "Yeah." "I think I get the picture." "We should go, let them get back to work." " Yeah, you should." " Sam." "Yeah, work." "I'm sorry." "That pot we smoked gave me the giggles." "Whoo." " Hey." " Hey." "What do you got?" "I couldn't find a Mordechai but I did turn up 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 record he ever killed anyone." " Huh." " What about you?" "Kids didn't give a clear description of that girl." "I did hit up the police station." "No matching missing persons." "It's like she never existed." "Dude, come on." "We did our digging." "This one's a bust." "For all we know, those Hellhound boys made up the whole thing." " Yeah, all right." " l say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals." "Whoa!" "What the...?" "That's all you got?" "It's weak." "That is bush league." "This is it." " The point of no return." " Why do I have to go in there?" "Because, Jill, you chose dare instead of truth." "You either have to grab a jar from Mordechai's cellar and bring it back, or..." "Or you can make out with me." "I'll take the homicidal ghost, thanks." " Would you ever take that dare?" " Hell, no." "Hello?" "Is anybody there?" "Okay." "Okay, okay, okay." "Hold on one second, Mr. Goodwin." "What happened?" "Cops say that poor girl hung herself in the house." " Suicide?" " Yeah." "And she was a straight-A student with a full ride to UT too." "It just don't make sense." "What do you think?" "I think maybe we missed something." "The cops don't want any more kids screwing around in there." "Yeah, but we still gotta get in there." "I don't believe it." "I got an idea." "Who you gonna call?" "policeman:" "Hey, you." "What's that?" "policeman:" "Freeze." "Run." " Come on." "policeman:" "Get back here." " Stop." "Come on, don't leave me here." "policeman:" "Hey." "Where have I seen that symbol?" "It's killing me." "Come on." "We don't have much time." "Hey, Sam, I dare you to take a swig of this." "What the hell would I do that for?" "I double dare you." "I hate rats." " You'd rather it was a ghost?" " Yes." "What kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" "I don't know." "Come on, come on, come on." "Go." "Get out of here." " Maybe we should just go." " No." "Would John Edward go?" "No, we've lost the cops." "Let's find our center and get some work done." "Okay?" "All right, okay." " Get that damn thing out of my face." "Go, go, go." " Sweet Lord..." " Of the Rings." "Run." "Go, go, go." "Look, there's a" " Look." "There's a man over there." " l saw..." "Where'd he go?" " Boys." "Come on." "No." "He" " He was..." "What the hell is this symbol?" "It's bugging the hell out of me." "This whole damn job's bugging me." "I thought the legend said that Mordechai only goes after chicks." " lt does." " All right." "That explains why he went after you." "But why me?" "Hilarious." "Legend also says he hung himself." "But you see those slit wrists?" " Yeah." " What's up with that?" "And the ax too?" "Ghosts are usually pretty strict, right?" "Following the same patterns over and over." " But this mook keeps changing." " Exactly." "I'm telling you, the way the story goes..." "Wait a minute." "What?" "Someone added a new posting to the Hellhound site." "Listen to this:" ""They say Mordechai Murdock was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an ax before slitting his own wrists." "Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity."" "Where the hell is this going?" "I don't know." "But I think I might have just figured out where it all started." "Hey, Craig." "Remember us?" "Guys, look, I'm really not in the mood to answer any more of your questions." "Oh, don't worry." "Don't worry." "We're just here to buy an album, that's all." "You know, I couldn't figure out what that symbol was." "And then I realized it doesn't mean anything." "It's the logo for Blue Öyster Cult." "Tell me, Craig." "You into BÖC?" "Or just scaring the hell out of people?" "Now, why don't you tell us about that house." "Without lying through your ass this time." "All right." "My cousin Dana was on break from TCU." "I guess we were just bored, looking for something to do." "So I showed her this abandoned dump I found." "We thought it'd 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 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 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." "All right." "If none of it was real, how the hell do you explain Mordechai?" "Hey, I'm back." "Hey, where were you?" "Oh, I went out." "So I think I might have a theory about what's going on." " Oh, yeah?" " Yeah, what if Mordechai is a tulpa?" " Tulpa?" " Yeah, a Tibetan Thought-form." "Yeah, no, I know what a tulpa is." "Hey, why don't you get dressed." "I wanna go grab something to eat." "There you go, gents." " Thank you." "Dude, what's your problem?" " Nothing. I'm fine." " Yeah?" "Yeah." "All right, so keep going." "What about these tulpas?" "Okay, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915." "Group of monks visualize a golem in their heads." "They meditate on it so hard, they bring the thing to life." " Out of thin air." " So?" "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 countless people believe in the bastard." "Wait." "You're trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" "I don't know." "Maybe." "People believe in Santa Claus." "How come I'm not hooked up every Christmas?" "Because you're a bad person." "And because of this:" "That's a Tibetan spirit sigil." "On the wall of the house." "Craig said they were painting from a textbook." "I bet they painted this not even knowing what it was." "That sigil has been used for centuries." "Concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass." "People are on the Hellhound's 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." "It would explain why he keeps changing." "Right." "As the legend changes, people think different things so Mordechai himself changes." "Like a game of Telephone." "Would also explain why rock salt didn't work." "Because he's not a traditional spirit, per se." " Yeah." " Okay." "So why don't we just get this spirit-sigil thingy off the wall and the website." "Well, it's not that simple." "You see, once tulpas are created, they take on a life of their own." "Great." "All right, so if he really is a Thought-form how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?" "Well, it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us." "Check out their home page." "Since they posted the video the number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone." "I got an idea." "Come on." " Where we going?" " We need to find a copy store." "Man. I think I'm allergic to our soap or something." "You did this?" " You're a frigging jerk." "Oh, yeah." "No, no." "No, forget it." "I'm not going back in there again." "Harry, look at me." "Right here." "Okay?" "You're a ghost hunter." "Okay?" "I know but, Ed, I've never actually seen a real ghost before." " An apparition." " This stuff here this is our ticket to the big time." "Fame, money, sex." "With girls." "Okay?" "Be brave." "Okay, W.W.B.D." " What would Buffy do?" "Huh?" " What would Buffy do?" "I know, but, Ed, she's stronger than me." "It's okay." " Who is it?" "Come on out here." "We hear you in there." "It's them." "Oh, look at that." "Action figures in their original packaging." "What a shock." "Guys, we need to talk." "Yeah, sorry, guys, we're a little bit busy right now." "Well, we'll make it quick." "We need you to shut down your website." "These guys get us busted last night." "We spend the night in a cell." "I had to pee in front of people." "And I get stage fright." " Why should we trust you guys?" " Look, guys we all know what we saw." "What's in the house." "Thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai." "Means people are gonna keep showing up at Hell House running into him, could get hurt." " Yeah." " Maybe he's got a point." " No." " No." "Okay, we have an obligation to our fans, to the truth." "I have an obligation to kick your asses" "Dean." "Dean." "Hey, just forget it, all right?" "These guys..." "You could bitch-slap them." "I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai." "But they're still not gonna help us." "Let's just go." " Yeah, you're right." " What'd you say about...?" " No." "Wait." " Wait, wait." " Hold on a second here." "What thing about Mordechai, you guys?" " Don't tell them." " lf they agree to shut the website down..." "They're not." "Said so yourself." "No, wait, wait." "Don't listen to him, okay?" "We'll do it." "We'll do it." "It's a secret, Sam." "Look, it is a pretty big deal." "And it wasn't easy to dig up." "So only if we have your word you'll shut everything down." "Totally." "All right." "It's a death certificate from the '30s." "We got it at the library." "According to the coroner the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound." "He didn't hang or cut himself." " He shot himself?" "Yep." "With a.45 pistol." " They say he's terrified of them." " lf you shoot him with a.45 loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds you'd kill the son of a bitch." "Harry." "Slow your roll, buddy." "They're gonna know we're excited." "If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you." "Come on, man." "You need more laughter in your life." "You know, you're way too tense." "They post it yet?" ""We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms."" "All right." "How long do we wait?" "Long enough for the new story to spread and the legend to change." "I figure by nightfall, iron rounds will work on the sucker." "Sweet." "You didn't." "Oh. I did." "I'm telling you, I heard something." "Coming from over there." "See?" "See?" "There it is again." "What is that?" "What the...?" "I barely have any skin left on my palm." "I ain't touching that line with a 10-foot pole." "Well, you think old Mordechai's home?" "I don't know." "Me neither." "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Hey." "Whoa." "You trying to get yourself killed?" "We're trying to get a book-and-movie deal." "Oh, crap." "Uh, guys, you wanna..." "You wanna go open that door for us?" "Why don't you?" "Oh, God, he's gone." "He's gone." " Did you get him?" " Yeah, they got him." "No, on camera." "Did you get him on camera?" " Well, I..." " Let me see it." "Let me see it." "Hey." "Didn't you post that B.S. story we gave you?" " Of course." " Then our server crashed." " Yeah." " So it didn't take?" "So these" " These guns don't work?" "Yeah." "Great." "Sam, any ideas?" " We are getting out of here." " Yeah." "Come on, Ed." "Yeah." "Okay." "Let's go, let's go." "Mother, Mary and Joseph..." "The power of Christ compels you." "The power of Christ compels you." "Hey." "Come and get it, you ugly son of a bitch." " Get out of here." "Now." " Run." "We're out of here." "Dean." "Hey." "Go, go." "Come on." "Mordechai can't leave the house, we can't kill him..." "We improvise." "That's your solution?" "Burn the whole damn place to the ground?" "No one will go in anymore." "I mean, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt." "It's fast and dirty, but it works." "What if the legend changes and Mordechai is allowed to leave?" "Well, then we'll just have to come back." "Kind of makes you wonder." "Of all the things we hunted how many existed just because people believed in them?" "I was thinking that Mordechai has a really super-high attack bonus." "Dude, I got the munchies right now." " Gentlemen." " Hey, guys." " Should we tell them?" " Eh, might as well." "They're gonna read about it in the trades." "This morning we got a phone call from an important Hollywood producer." " Oh, yeah, wrong number?" " 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." " And create the RPG." " The what?" " Role-playing game." " Right." "Little lingo for you." "Anywho, excuse us." "We're off to La-La Land." "Well, congratulations." "That sounds really great." "Yeah, that's awesome." "Best of luck." "Oh, yeah, luck. lt's got nothing to do with it." "It's about talent." "You know, sheer, unabashed talent." "Later." "See you around." "Wow." " l have a confession to make." " What's that?" "I was the one who called them and told them I was a producer." "I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat." "Truce?" "Yeah, truce." "At least for the next hundred miles."