"First opened in 1927, the lot has been in continuous operation for eight decades." The tour guide said over the P.A. as the boys and I take part of the trolley tour of the studio. Sam and I were sitting next to each other as Dean sits behind us. "Hey, you know this is where they filmed Creepshow?" Dean asked and I look over and see him talking to a kid, who was eating ice cream. The boy looks at him like he's a doofus and says nothing.

"Now, to the right, here is Stars Hollow. It's the setting for the television series, Gilmore Girls. And if we're lucky, we might even catch one of the show's stars." The tour guide said and Sam, looking uncomfortable, turns to me then to Dean, who gives him a thumbs up.

"Come on." Sam said to us. "Let's finish the tour!" Dean said as Sam hops off the trolley. "Guys!" Sam said and Dean and I hop off as well, and we continue walking around the lot. "Guys, check it out, it's Matt Damon!" Dean said, excitedly, and we look over and see a guy picking up a broomstick.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's not Matt Damon." I said. "No, it is." Dean said and I chuckled. "Well, Matt Damon just picked up a broom and started sweeping." Sam points out. "Yeah, well, he's probably researching a role or something." Dean said and I laugh. "Ahhh, I don't think so." I said as Sam noticed a sign.

"Hey, this way, uh, I think Stage 9 is over here." He said as he points towards it. "Come on, man, let's keep going this way." Dean said. "No, come on, we've gotta work." Sam said and Dean and I sigh. "Dude, you and (y/n) wanted to come to LA." Sam said, annoyed. "Yeah, for a vacation. I mean, swimming pools and movie stars! Not to work." Dean said.

"This seem like swimming pool weather to you, Dean? I mean, it's practically Canadian." Sam grumbles. "Sam, Dean and I just figured that, you know, after everything that happened with...Madison, y-you could use a little R-and-R, that's all." I said to him. "Well, maybe I wanna work, (y/n). Maybe it keeps my mind off things." Sam said. "Okay, okay, all right." Dean and I said and we continue on.

"So, this crew guy - what did he, he died on set?" Dean asked Sam. "Yeah, uh, rumors spreading like wildfire online. They're saying the set's haunted." Sam said. "Like Poltergeist?" I asked. "Could be a poltergeist." Sam said. "No, no, no. Like, the movie Poltergeist." I said and Sam shrugs. "You know nothing of your cultural heritage, do you? It was rumored that the set of Poltergeist was cursed. That they used real human bones as, uh, as props. And, like, at least three of the actors died in it." I explained. "Well, yeah, it might be something like that." Sam said.

"All right, so this crew guy - what's his name?" Dean asked. "Frank Jaffey." Sam replied. "Frank Jaffey - he got a death certificate or a coroner's report or anything?" Dean asked. "Well, no. But, uh, it's LA, you know? It might not even be his real name. But the girl who found him, she said she saw something - a vanishing figure." Sam replied.

"What's the girl's name?" I asked him. "Uh, Tara Benchley?" Sam said and Dean begins to grin with enthusiasm. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Tara Benchley? From Fear dot Com and Ghost Ship, Tara Benchley? Dude, why didn't you say so?" He asked, enthusiastically.

"So now, you're suddenly on board?" Sam asked and Dean begins to play it cool. "Oh, I just - I mean, I'm a fan of her work. It's very good." He said and he walks away. Sam and I share a look before we laugh and follow him.

The three of us enter the set, looking around in awe, when a guy calls out to us. "Uh, excuse me, Green Shirt Guy?" The man said and we look over at him as Dean points to himself quizzically. "Yeah, you. Come here." The man said and Dean exchanges a look with us and walks to the man.

"Can you get me a smoothie from Kraft?" The guy asked, but in a somewhat demanding voice. "You want a what from who?" Dean asked, confused. "You are a P.A.? This is what you do?" The man asked, scoffing, and Sam and I quickly walking over to Dean, saving him.

"Yeah, yeah...he uh...One smoothie coming right up." Sam said and we walk away. "What's a P.A.?" Dean asked. "I think they're kind of like slaves." I said and we turn around as we're walking and Sam gives the man a reassuring thumbs-up.

Later, the cast and crew are getting ready to resume shooting their movie while Dean and I were walking around the set, Dean carrying a tray of smoothies. I look up at the scaffolding then patted Dean's shoulder and point up. Dean nods and sets down the tray of smoothies he had gotten and we start to go up the stairs to the scaffolding.

Suddenly, the lights on set go down, and the actors begin their take. "Why don't we take it from, uh...Come on, it'll be fun. And, action!" A voice shouts and the actors stan inside the abandoned house set, and one of the actresses, Tara, had a book open in front of her.

"Come on, it'll be fun." She recited her lines and begins to read from the book in very choppy Latin. While she is doing so, Dean and I make our way up the scaffolding. I take out my EMF meter and scan the area, but nothing happens.

A few minutes later, Sam joins us at the Kraft services table. "So?" He asked us. "No EMF anywhere." I said. "Great. So, what do you think?" Sam asked us as I pick up one of the tiny sandwiches and eat one. "Well, I think being a P.A. sucks. But...the food these people get, are you kidding me? I mean look at these things." Dean said as he picks up a tiny sandwich.

"They're like miniature Philly cheesesteak sandwiches. They're delicious." Dean said as I swallow my bite of the sandwich. "He's not wrong." I said as Dean holds one of them out to Sam. "Maybe later." Sam and Dean shrugs and takes a huge bite while I finished up the one in my hand and grab another one.

"What'd you find out about the dead crew guy?" I asked Sam while he had trouble taking his eyes off of Dean's devouring of the sandwich. "Uh...Frank Jaffey was just filling in for the day. Nobody here knew him or where he lived or anything." Sam said. "Oh, great. So you found out about as much as we did." Dean said.

"No, not quite. I–" Sam said when another comes up to us. "Hey, guys." He greets. "Oh, hey." Dean greets back. "Sorry." The guy said and he leans in between us to pick up a sandwich. "That's all right." Dean said and we watch the guy walk away. "They're wonderful!" Dean calls out and I shake my head as I take another bite of my sandwich.

"Listen, I did dig up some stuff about Stage 9's history." Sam said to us. "Yeah?" We said. "Yeah, four people died messy here over the past eighty years. Two suicides and two fatal accidents." Sam said. "Any one of those could be a vengeful spirit." I said, shrugging. "Yeah. We've just gotta narrow it down more." Sam said and Dean smiles as he notices Tara walking on set. "I'll get right on that." He said and he walks over to Tara, grabbing a call sheet from one of the set workers as he walks by.

Nervously, he steps up to Tara and the two begin to talk while Sam and I exchange a look then I shake my head. But then minutes later, Dean comes back to us. "Got something." He said and he leads us out of the set.

We knocked on a door and a man opens it to see us outside. "Gerard St. James?" Dean asked and the man nods. "Yes." He said. "You're still alive. And you're not Frank Jaffey." I pointed out. "Uh, no?" He said. "You were Desert Soldier Number Four in Metalstorm: The Destruction of Jared-Syn?" Dean asked him. "I was." Gerard replied and Dean smirks.

"I knew I recognized you. I am a huge fan. Heh heh. I mean, your turn as a tractor crash victim in Critters 3—" he said and Gerard exclaims. "Critters 3!"

"Wow. Yeah." Dean said. "Well, please, come in." Gerard said and we enter the house while Gerard brings us coffee. There were pictures lining the walls of Gerard, merely an actor, portraying various characters. "Yeah, it was the producers. They brought me up for the day to play Frank." Gerard replied.

"Just to fake your death?" I asked him. "Well, rumors of a haunted film set, free publicity, especially when you're making a horror movie. I mean, uh, it's already all over the Internet." He said. "Yeah. We know." Sam said. "These days, it's all about new media, building buzz. They say I'm the new lonelygirl." Gerard explained.
"Who?" Dean asked, confused, but Gerard shakes his head.

"And the ghost Tara saw?" Sam asked. "Projected on a screen of diffusion." Gerard replied. "Isn't that kind of cruel? Messing with their heads like that?" Dean asked him. "Hey, I just play the part. I don't write the script. Speaking of, I'm playing Willy in a, in a dinner theater production of Salesman at Costa Mesa, all next month." Gerard said as he hands Dean a flyer.

"You get a free pepper steak with the coupon." He said and Dean laughs. "Now, wait a second. If you're, if you're seen in public, won't that ruin the hoax?" He asked and Gerard scoffs. "Oh, please. Frank and Willy? Totally different characters." He said to us.

"You know what? Thanks very much, Mr. St. James. It was just nagging at us, you know? But we're – we're very glad...you know, you're alive and well." Sam said and I nodded. "Absolutely." Dean said and Gerard shakes our hands. "Hey, I wanted to ask you...what was it like working with Richard Moll?" Dean asked and I look to see a confused look on Sam's face.

"Metalstorm. He was Hurok, King of the Cyclops people." I explained to Sam and he nods. "Gentlemen's gentleman." Gerard said. "Yeah?" Dean chuckles, then brandishes the theatre coupon. "All right. Pepper steak." He said and we leave.

The next day, Sam and approached Dean, who was wearing a headset. He seemed to love being this P.A. person but we need to do this job as another person died...by hanging himself during shooting. "Walter's a little testy for a P.A., huh?" Dean said to us. "How's it going in here?" I asked him. "It is going really good. Tara's really stepped up her performance. I think it's probably from all the sense memory stuff she's drawing on." Dean said.

"Sense memory?" Sam and I said, confused. "Yeah." Dean said. "Dean, you, you know when we ask how it's going in here, we're talking about the case, right? We don't really work here." Sam said and Dean nods. "You know, I thought you hated being a P.A." I said to him, questioning.

"I don't know. It's not so bad. I kind of feel like part of the team, you know? It's good –" he said as he shuffles his feet then holds out his plate. "Oh, taquito? They're wonderful." He said. "No. Umm...Listen, we conned our way into the morgue." I said to Dean.

"And?" Dean asked. "News reports were right: Brad's a doornail, no question." Sam said. "Copy that." Dean said then looks at us. "I'm sorry, what?" He asked. "Copy that?" Sam and I asked.

"What did you say?" He asked and I scoff. "The news reports were right. Brad's a doornail-" I said. "They are aware." Dean said and we give a confused look at him. "Who's aware?" Sam asked. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Dean asked us and I sighed.

"The newspaper's right: Brad's a doornail, no question about it." I said. "I guess it's a good thing we didn't skip town." Dean said. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "Oh, come here. I want you to hear something." Dean said. "Copy that. On my way." He said and I sigh and turn to Sam. "Can I smack that headset off of his head?" I asked Sam and he chuckles as Dean leads us over to the sound guy.

"Hey, Dave. Can you play them that thing you were playing me earlier?" Dean asked him. "Sure." Dave said and he hands a pair of headphones to me and Sam. "Thanks." We said and we listens to the audio of one of the scenes in the movie.

"Doesn't matter. We're not leaving til; we find Wendy and your sister." One of the voice said then there was static. Midway through the dialogue, the sound becomes staticky and distorted. Sam and I exchange a look with Dean.

"From the night of Brad's stage dive. All of a sudden, I'm getting electromagnetic readings up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now." I said as the boys and I investigate the backstage later in the day. "Well, who's the ghost, guys? What's it want?" Sam asked us.

"I don't know. I think we should take a look at Brad's death scene." Dean said to us.

Outside in the lot, Dean leads us to one of the trailers and gets us inside. Dean then pops a DVD into the television. "Hey, where'd you get this DVD?" I asked him. "They're called dailies. I got it from Cindy. She's kind of got this on-and-off thing going with Drew. He dubbed me an extra copy." Dean said and we watch the whole scene, complete with Brad's surprise entrance.

"All right, here's where the guy fell through the roof." Dean said. "Right." Sam and I said. "All right, here we go." Dean said

"They must have super-hearing." One of the actors said when, suddenly, Brad falls through the ceiling of the set, hanging by a noose. "Hey, wait, go back, go back." Sam said and Dean rewinds the tape. "Right after. Right aft- yeah right. Wait. There." Sam said and Dean pauses the frame.

On the screen, we see a completely different set and standing in the far corner of the set, is a ghostly white woman. "It's like Three Men and a Baby all over again." I said and Sam looks at me, confused. "Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg. And...I don't know who played the baby." I explained to him.

"What's your point?" Sam asked me and I scoff and turn to Dean. "You need to teach him some movie culture." I said and Dean laughs at this. "Anyway...there's a scene in the movie where people say that the, the camera caught a ghost on film. Apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography." I said and Sam looks back at the video.

"I've seen her before." He said, curiously.

Later, Dean, headset in place, is sitting with me and Sam at a table. Sam hands us a print-out of an article. "Here. Check this out." He said as I take the article. "Yeah, go for Ozzy. No, I don't have a 20 on Tara, I think she's 10-100. Okay, copy that." Dean said into the headset then turns to me and Sam.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" He asked and Sam shakes his head in exasperation. "I'm about to smack that headset off of your head." I said to him and Dean gives me a look.

"Elise Drummond – starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting." Sam said.

"Just like our man, Brad. So, what, she's got it in for the studio brass?" Dean asked. "Possibly. I mean, it's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly." Sam said. "We're digging tonight, aren't we?" I asked Sam and he nods.

That night, we walk through the cemetery, shovels in hand. "Which way?" I asked them and Dean reads a map. "Uh...over here." He said and we walk a little further. "Hey." Dean said. "Yeah?" Sam and I asked and Dean gestures to a memorial for Humpty Dumpty.

"This map is totally worth the five bucks! Hey, we've gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here." He said. "You wanna dig him up, too?" I asked him. "Bite your tongue, heathen!" He said as we pass another memorial. "Oh, that's cool." He said.

"You know, guys, what I don't get is why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, you know? Why this movie?" Sam asked us. "Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick." Dean said, shrugging, and I snort at this. "Come on, is it really that scary?" I asked him just as we reach Elise's headstone.

"Here we go." Dean said. "Yep. All right." We said. "Yahtzee." Dean said and we start digging. Once we finished digging, Dean opens the coffin to see Elise's corpse. We pour salt and kerosene over the bones and burn them.