𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋
her soul looked like the moon

SUDDENLY A LOUD scream was heard echoing around the house.

"That was Corbett! Corbett!"

And like fucking idiots, they all started yelling and running up the stairs where the scream came from.

Aria looked to Sam and Dean and sighed, following after them. There was another scream as they all gathered in a room. The scream bounced off the walls, making it sound like the screams were coming from all over the place.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Come on!" Dean yelled out, using his i'm-angry-so-you-better-shut-up-or-i'll-gank-you voice. Everything went dead silent for a few moments and Aria felt her heart drop before another scream was heard.

"Corbett's... He's not here. Let's go. Let's go," Sam ordered and the three of them tried to usher the idiots away as they protested.

"Go, go, go, come on!"

"WELL, IT'S 12:04, Dean. You good? You happy?" Sam looked at his brother in anger.

"Yeah, I am happy," Dean replied, making a face.

"Let's go hunt the Morton house," you said, "it's our Grand Canyon," Sam grunted out angrily.

"Sam, I don't want to hear this."

"You got two months left, Dean. Instead, we're gonna die tonight!" Sam snapped, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

Aria looked down, biting her lip, kicking her foot at the dirt that covered the floor. She flinched as there was a loud crash and the sound of wood breaking. She looked up to see Sam breathing heavily and pieces of a chair in front of him.

"Whoa! what the hell is going on guys?"

"I'll tell you what's going on." Sam walked up to Ed, "Every door, every window, I'm guessing every exit out of this house — they're all sealed."

"But w-why are they sealed?"

"It's a supernatural lockdown, okay?" Aria looked at them all. "Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave, and it's no death echo. This is a bad mother, and it wants us scared," she stated, rubbing her temple as she was gaining a headache.

Ever since the police station, the trio has been moving non-stop trying to find Bela and the Colt, all the while trying to do hunts, and make sure Dean doesn't die and go to hell. To say it's been stressful would be an understatement of the decade.

"Or it just wants us," the girl stuttered out. Aria pursed her lips and nodded. Just then, the sound of an EMF detector went off.

"Uh, guys, the camera's fritzing again," the camera man complained.

All the computers and other technology started going off, staticky.

"Guys, the EMF's starting to spike. This is a big one!"

"Everybody, stay close. There's something coming," Aria ordered and everyone huddled together. And an apparition appeared in the middle of the living room. "Is this the same echo you guys saw earlier?"

"No, it's a different guy."

"Multiple echoes? What the hell's going on?" Dean looked back at his brother and Aria; Sam placed his arm in front of Aria when one of the guys almost backed up into her.

"Beats me."

"Okay. All right. All right." Dean walked up to the apparition, "Uh, hey, buddy! Hey. Hey. Wake up. You're dead! Hello!" He waved his hand in front of the echo, even snapped his fingers.

"What's he doing?"

"It's rare, but sometimes you can shock an echo out of its loop if you can talk to the part of the ghost that's still human, but usually you have to have some kind of connection to the deceased," Aria answered, voice monotone as she watched Dean carefully.

"Come on! Wake up! Be dead!" The apparition flickered and turned around.

"What's that sound?" Aria tilted her head, frowning. "You guys hear that?"

"Snap out of it, buddy, huh? Come on, what are you waiting for? You're gonzo! You're dead!" Dean yelled at the apparition.

A bright light shone on the apparition and the sound of a horn approached. The apparition flew backwards, as if hit by an invisible vehicle.

The Ghostfacers screamed and jumped in surprise, but the trio just stared at one another with wide eyes.

"Where the hell did it go?"

THEY WERE WALKING around the house with flashlights, trying to find out what the hell was happening.

"Dude, there's no records of any of this here. No one got shot here. Obviously, no one got run over by a freaking train," Dean ranted, glancing back regularly at the camera man who was right behind him, in annoyance.

"Did the echoes take Corbett?" The girl — Maggie — questioned, sounding terrified. Good, she should be.

"Yes. No. I don't know," Dean fumbled, shaking his head and groaning when Aria gave him an amused look. "We don't know what's doing what here; that's what we're trying to figure out, okay?"

"Okay, look, um, death echoes are ghosts, okay?" Sam started, looking back at the camera as they walked. "Now, ghosts, they usually haunt places where they lived or where they died."

"Except these mooks didn't live or die here," Dean commented.

"Right."

"So, what are they doing here?" Maggie asked, looking around, frightened.

"Hey, give the lady a cigar." As Dean stopped and looked at the camera, Aria kept walking, staying near Sam who was like a real life heater. He was just a cuddly bear half of the time, gives amazing hugs.

"Why are sticking by me and not Dean?" Sam asked her, glancing down at her in amusement. He stole a glance at his brother who hasn't noticed that his mini shadow wasn't beside him right now.

"Because you're warmer," she simply stated with a goofy smile, craning her neck to just look up at him.

"Here." He chuckled, shrugging off his jacket and slipped it around her shoulders. She smiled gratefully and slipped her arms through the arm holes, sighing in content. Sam chuckled again, shaking his head at her. "You're welcome." She looked up at him, eyes slightly squinted and gave him a sheepish smile.

They made their way into a smaller room.

Sam held up a broken framed certificate, "Freeman Daggett, house's last owner, officially commended for 20 years of fine service at the Gamble General Hospital."

"He was a doctor?" Dean asked suddenly from behind Aria. She whirled around to see him looking at Sam's jacket that hung on her with narrowed eyes.

"Janitor." Aria crossed her arms, trying to stay warm. Okay, sue her, she wasn't the best when it comes being clothes properly for these damn hunts.

"This looks like his den. When'd you say he died — '64?"

"Yeah, heart attack."

"What are these, c-rations?" Aria looked around, nose scrunched up in disgust.

"Yeah, army-issued, three squares — like a lifetime supply."

"God, is that all he ate?" Maggie complained, looking at the boxes.

"One-stop shopping." Dean shrugged. He turned to a locker that was locked. "Ooh, locked!"

"Oh, come on, guys," Ed complained, whirling around to glare at them. "This is ridiculous. I mean, how the hell is this supposed to find Corbett, huh? We should be digging up the friggin' floorboards right now."

"We're trying our best, okay," Aria told him gently. "Finding hints about what's going on right now will help us find Corbett. Trust us, alright?" She gave him a small smile before finding a pamphlet and blowing on it. "Huh. "Survival Under Atomic Attack." An optimist," she commented, setting it back down.

There was a loud bang as Dean pried the safe open. He pulled out a box and started going through it. "Crap. Crap. Taxidermy. Okay." Dean turned to Sam and Aria. You said Daggett was a hospital janitor?"

"Yeah."

"Ewww." Dean scrunched up his nose as he held up three slips of papers. "Got three toe tags here — one, death by gunshots, train accident, and suicide." He threw the little pieces on the table.

"Ewwwwww!" Sam and Aria groaned in unison, realizing what happened.

"What?" The Ghostfacers asked.

"Well, that explains why all the death echoes are here," Sam commented. "They're here because their bodies are here...somewhere in the house?" He explained slowly to the two men as if they were children.

"Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue. To "play"," Dean put emphasizes on the word 'play'.

The idiots 'ewwed' and scrunched up their faces. "That's nasty, dude."

"Right."

"Wait a minute." Dean looked around, eyes skittering around the room.

All at once, they noticed that Maggie was gone.

Quickly, they all scrambled out of the room, not taking long to find her in another room a few doors down.

They, once again, gathered around in the main room.

"Harry. Harry, I got an 8.6 and climbing fast. Something huge is coming. Look. Something big is coming."

Aria looked around, a tingling feelings going throughout her body, making the hairs on her skin stand up.

"It's past 11, you guys."

"What? Nobody move! Hold on. Hold on. Stay quiet."

Aria looked to Sam as she stood by him but then all of a sudden, she felt her hand loosen around the flashlight she held and then everything went black.

'IT'S MY PARTY' played in the background as Aria slowly came to. The almost nineteen year old groaned and went to rub at her head where the pain was, but froze upon realizing her hands were tied down. She blinked rapidly and looked around with hazy vision, only to see Sam and Corbett passed out and also tied to chairs.

"Sam. Corbett. Sam," Aria whisper-shouted, knowing better to talk loudly. "Hey. Hey. Idiots. Wake up."

Sam groaned and his body twitched and then his head jerked up fully, not that long after, Corbett did the same.

"Aria? Sam?" Corbett groaned in pain.

Aria sighed. As Sam tried to calm down a panicking Corbett, she was trying to find a way out. She pulled at the rope that held her hands down and hissed; the rope burned her wrists but she kept pulling, getting more and more desperate.

"Stop," a sudden voice demanded. Aria yelped, stopping her movements and looked up to find Daggett picking up a knife. "It stops hurting, so don't worry." He started slowly approaching Corbett.

Aria looked to Corbett in panic. "Corbett, stay with me," she demanded, tears wanting to spill from her eyes as Daggett grabbed his head. "Stay with me, you got it? I'm right here. Hey. Stay with me," her breath came in heaves as she was growing desperate. "Don't. Don't." The knife went through Corbett and Aria could not hold back the scream that rippled from her chest and out of her mouth, tears sliding down her cheeks, one after another.

"Get away from me!" Aria yelled, trying to get away from Daggett as he walked towards her. His footsteps growing louder as he grew closer to her: "No. Get away from me!" She choked on her sobs. She could faintly hear Sam speaking but she was too busy trying to get free.

"Stay away from her!" Sam shouted, struggling against his binds. "Please leave her alone!"

"This won't hurt. It's okay. It's okay. Relax. Relax."

The tiny Argent girl froze as he placed a party hat on her head and moved to Sam. She looked to Corbett's slumped body; another sob escaping her. Why do people keep dying around me? Why? Why me? Why can't I just have a normal life where I still had a happy family, my dad, my twin sister, hell, even mom and Kate. All I want is my family back but I know that won't happen.

"You'll stay a good, long time."

Minutes, maybe hours went by, and all Aria could do was stare at Corbett's body, blood slowly drying to his skin. Daggett walked around the room, talking to them, touching them, playing with Aria's hair which had her shivering in disgust and fear.

Suddenly, Aria's head was grabbed and tilted back. She swallowed thickly as a loud sob escaped. She wasn't ready to die. She was only eighteen, almost nineteen. She has so many things she wants to do, wants to say, wants to experience..

And as the cold metal knife touched her throat, the door burst down and Daggett was shot. She heaved a loud sigh as Dean ran towards her — eyes wide and panicked — and untied me and then went to Sam.

Aria rubbed at her raw wrists and ran into Dean's awaiting arms, crying into his chest as he tightened his arms around her. Sam was behind her, rubbing her back gently.

"WHAT'S THIS DAGGETT guy's problem anyway?" Spruce asked as they walked down the hallway. Aria

Stayed near Dean's side, too scared to leave his side when there's still things to be done in this house.

And yeah, she's been close to death more times than she can count on one hand, but that was just a little too close for comfort. She's seen a lot of death, like seeing Dean die over a hundred times, but it still rips away a piece of her every-time she sees a nice person get killed.

"Loneliness," Aria muttered, knowing the feeling.

"What, he's never heard of a Realdoll?" Dean grumbled.

"No, no, no, Daggett was the Norman Bates, stuff-your-mother kind of lonely," Sam stated, shaking his head. "I mean, that's why he lifted these bodies from the morgue, threw himself a birthday party, except they were the only ones who would come. Anyway, so, at midnight, he sealed them in the bomb shelter and went upstairs and o.d.'d on horse tranqs."

"How do you know this?"

"Cause he told us," Aria whispered and he looked down at her as she gulped and pulled Sam's jacket closer to her.

"Oh. yeah." Dean nodded slowly, smacking his lips. "Okay, so now that he's dead, what? Same song, different verse, trying to get people to come to his party?"

"Pretty much, yeah. Stay forever."

Moment passed as it was quiet, and Dean started refilling his shotgun.

"Are those real bullets?" Spruce questioned, aiming the camera down at the fallen bullet shells.

Dean gave him a deadpan look, "It's rock salt."

DEAN REPEATEDLY HIT the door with a crowbar, trying to bust it down.

"Seriously — you're still shooting?" Sam asked Spruce who was getting the whole thing.

"It makes him feel better. Don't ask."

Aria looked to Dean and mumbled an "okay".

"Ah, hell, guys," Spruce suddenly said, "Get in your ghost-role thing. Something's coming."

AriaMs eyes widened as she stuck by Sam who held the shotgun for Dean. Spruce was knocked back and she yelped in surprise. And as Daggett approached Spruce, he was shot and dissipated by Sam.

Aria ran forward, helping Spruce up who grunted in pain. "Take it easy, okay?" Suddenly, Daggett appeared behind Dean and Aria yelled out just as I she was thrown backwards. She hit a thing of wood palettes, a piece of wood embedding itself into her side. She groaned loudly, breathing heavily out of her mouth, and pulled it out, putting pressure on the wound quickly. She looked to Daggett as he approached Spruce,,but Corbett appeared behind him.

"Corbett?" Spruce stuttered out in surprise.

Corbett attacked Daggett and they both disappeared in a blinding flash of light.

"You all right?" Spruce asked them.

Aria tilted her head to Spruce who looked at her in worry. She grunted and nodded, biting down on her lip harshly, drawing blood. Both Sam and Dean ran over to her, trying to help her up.

Dean, who was angry and tired, covered the camera's lens with the hand covered in Aria's blood.

THEY NOW ALL STOOD together in the Ghostfacers garage, having had watched the footage of the hunt.

"So, guys what do you think?" Ed asked, looking at them for their input. Aria just blinked at the computer screen. She sighed which turned into a grunt, the stitches on her wound pulling. "Are you alright?" He asked the younger girl who simply gave him a thumbs up.

"You know, I kind of think it was half-awesome," Dean admitted with a sheepish smile.

"Half-awesome?" Maggie repeated with a wide smile. "That — that's full-on good, right?"

"Yeah, um, I mean it's bizarre how you all are able to honor Corbett's memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death. Well done." Sam cleared his throat, nodding.

As they talked, Aria slipped something underneath the table.

"Yeah. It's a real tight rope you guys are walking there," Dean agreed, and gestured to Aria and Sam to stand up and follow him.

"Nah, that's reality, man," Ed started, getting a look from Aria, "... and girl." He cleared his throat. "Yeah, Corbett gave his life searching for the truth, and it's our job over here to share it with the world."

"Right." Sam nodded. "Well, um, our experience, you know what you get when you show the world the truth?"

"A straitjacket," Dean answered. "Or a punch in the face. Sometimes both."

"Right."

"Oh come on, guys, don't be 'facer haters just because we happen to have gotten the footage of the century," Harry said which a smug chuckle.

Aria rose an eyebrow, sarcastically nodding, "Oh yeah."

"You got us there," Dean replied sarcastically.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, well we'll see you guys around," Sam nodded, pursing his lips.

"Peace out." The Ghostfacers threw up peace sighs.

The trio left the garage, looking to one another, trying to hold in laughs.

"We clean?" Sam asked as they jogged over to the Impala.

Aria paused, snickering as frantic yelling could be heard. She held up her fist to Dean who was quick to fist bump her back.

Dean nodded, grinning at his brother, "Electromagnet wiped out every tape and hard drive that they have."

Sam chuckled. "The world just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers."

"It's too bad. I kinda liked the show." Dean shrugged as Sam and Aria gave him a look.

Aria nodded, smiling. "It had its moments."

Dean grinned at them and then started Baby, speeding out of the driveway.