We were driving by that old house when we noticed an ambulance and cop cars surrounding the place. Dean pulls over and we walk out of the car and walk towards the house just as they bring out stretcher, which was covering a body.

"What happened?" Dean asked a man, who walked out of the house. "A couple of cops say a girl hung herself in the house." The man said and we look at him, shocked. "Suicide?" Sam asked. "Yeah. She was a straight A student, with a full ride to UT too. It just don't make sense." The man said before he walks away.

"Whaddaya think?" I asked the boys as I turned to them. "I think maybe we missed something." Dean said and Sam nods.

That night, we come back to the house only to see a police car parked outside and two cops were walking around. The three of us crouch down into the bushes. "I guess the cops don't want anyone else screwing around in there." Sam said to us. "Yeah but we still gotta get in there." Dean said just as I hear some whispers that didn't belong to us.

I peek out from our hiding place and see Ed and Harry creeping up towards the house. "I don't believe it." I groaned and the boys look over and see them, hunched over and wearing all sorts of gadgets, whispering and shushing each other.

"I got an idea." Dean said to me. Then he rises slightly, turns towards the cops and cups a hand to his mouth. "Who ya gonna call!" He shouts and we see Ed and Harry looking around, shocked. "Hey! You!" The cops yelled and the two idiots began to run away while cops chased after them, which made us laugh.

Seconds later, we make a break for the house and enter just as we break out the rifles. Dean pulls out a flashlight and looks around until he settles the light on that symbol. "Where have I seen that symbol before? It's killing me!" Dean exclaims in frustration. "I know! I've tried to rack my brain but....nothing." I said to him as he and I look at the symbol. "Come on, we don't have much time." Sam said to us and we follow him.

We go down to the basement and look around. I see a shelf with lots of jars full of something and apparently so did Dean. He 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 said and I shake my head. "What the hell would I do that for?" Sam asked him as he continues to look around. "....I double dare you." Dean said to him. Sam just shakes his head and looks away.

Dean grins then looks at me. "Hey, (y/n), I dare you to drink it." He said and I look at him. "Not just no, but hell no. You drink it." I said when suddenly a noise alerts us. We jumped then move toward a cabinet. At Dean's nod, Sam opens the door and rats squeak and run from the flashlight.

"Arghh! I hate rats." Dean said in disgust as he and I raise up our foot. "You'd rather it was a ghost?" Sam asked him. "Yes." Dean shouts then he looks over at me and his eyes widen. "(Y/n)!" Dean shouts. I turn around and see Mordechai coming at us with an axe. 

Sam and I shoot him a couple of times but he's still there. Dean shoots him again and Mordechai mists away. "What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" I asked them. "I dunno. Come on. Come on, come on!" Dean shouts and we run.

As we run toward the stairs, Mordechai smashes his axe down, which catches the shelves and bringing the jars crashing down on Dean. Then Mordechai and Sam begin fighting. "Go! Get outta here!!" Sam said just as we run and Mordechai smashes the electrical box, making sparks fly everywhere. 

We bolt for the door and burst out and fall through the emergency tape. We roll down the steps and spring immediately to our feet and kept running.

Just as we make it out, we see Ed and Harry standing in front of us, holding up a camera. "Get that damn thing outta my face!" Dean shouts as he shoves them away. "Go go go!" I shout as we run off and head back to the car.

The next morning, we were at the motel racking our brains at what was going on. Dean was sitting on the bed drawing the symbol while Sam and I were reseaching. "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 said, annoyed.

"It does. I mean, he went after (y/n)." Sam said. "I know, but why me? Or you? Actually, scratch that last question. I already know the answer." Dean said and I roll my eyes as Sam shakes his head. "Hilarious." Sam said, sarcastically. "The legend also says he hung himself but did you guys see those slit wrists?" He asked. "Yeah." Dean and I said in unison.

"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 asked. "But this mook keeps changing." I said and Sam starts to click away on his laptop. "Exactly. I'm telling ya, the way the story goes..." Sam said but then he stops and looks at his laptop.

"...wait a minute." He said, confused. "What?" Dean and I asked. "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 said and I raised an eyebrow at this.

"Where the hell is this going?" I asked them, as I rub my temples. "I don't know but I think I might have just figured out where it all started." Dean said and Sam and I look at him.

We make our way to the music store and enter inside to see Craig walking around. "Hey Craig? Remember us?" Dean asked and Craig's head drops before he turns to us. "Guys, look I'm really not in the mood to answer any of your questions, ok?" He said, depressed.

"Oh don't worry. We're just here to buy an album, that's all." Dean said then he flicks through some albums on a shelf then 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." Dean said to me and Sam as we slowly approach Craig. 

"It's the logo for the Blue Oyster Cult." Dean said and I let out a noise of realization. "That's where I've seen it." I said then we turn to Craig, who looks at us nervously. "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 said to Craig as he glares at him.

"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 explains to us.

"All right." Sam said, softly, then we began to turn to leave. "If none of it was real how the hell do you explain Mordechai?" I asked them once we get out of the store.

After we got back from the music store, Sam and I did some research about what Mordechai could be. After finding something that fit the description of Mordechai and matching some of the symbols, Sam went to go take a shower and I went into my room and got a shower as well.

When I came back, Dean was already back and in the shower and Sam was already dressed and gathering up his stuff. But I noticed that every now and then he would fidget and adjust himself. I kinda shrugged it off as Dean finally got out of the shower, all dressed up, and we head to the car to go find us something to eat.

"There you go." The server said to us as she hands us our coffee. "Thank you." I said and we make our way to a table, Sam was grimacing and adjusting his jeans. "Dude what's your problem?" Dean asked Sam. "Nothing, I'm fine." Sam said.

"You sure?" I asked, concerned.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"So, ahhh, all right keep going. What about these Tulpas?" Dean asked us. "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." I explained as we come up to a table.

"So?" Dean said. "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 said.

"Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" Dean asked. "Maybe." I said while Sam looks uncomfortable. "People believe in Santa Claus -- how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?" Dean asked. "Cuz you're a bad person." I replied, quickly, and Dean glares at me as Sam pulls out his laptop.

"And because of this..." he said as he turns his laptop, showing us a photo of one of the symbols in the house. "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 explains.

"It would explain why he keeps changing." Dean replied as Sam grimaces and adjusting himself. "Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of telephone." Sam explains. "That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work." I added. "Yeah because he's not a traditional spirit." Dean said while Sam continues to fidget. "Yeah." Sam said.

"Ok. So why don't we just...uhh ... get this spirit sigil thingie off the wall and off the website?" Dean asked. "Well it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own." I said to him. "Great. So if he really is a thought form how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?" Dean asked, annoyed. "Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their home page." Sam explains as he continues to itch and fidget and shows us a footage from the previous night, which was of those two idiots filming Mordechai running towards the doorway.

"Since they've posted the video their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone." Sam said. "Hmph. I got an idea. Come on." Dean said as he gestures with his head. "Where we going?" I asked him. "We gotta find a copy store." He said and we rise up to go while Sam continues to itch

"Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something." Sam said and Dean starts to laugh as he walks away. "You did this?" Sam asked as Dean continues to laugh. "You're a friggin jerk!" Sam shouts at Dean. "Oh yeah." Dean laughs as Sam gathers up his things. "I'm sorry you have an asshole of a brother." I said to Sam. "Yeah, me too." He mutters as we follow Dean.

Later that day, we come up to this little trailer and Dean bangs his fist against the door. "Come on out here guys, we hear you in there." Dean yells at them. Finally, the door opens and the two schmucks stick their heads out then opened the door wider where we could see them in normal baggy clothes.

"Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging -- what a shock." I said, with sarcasm, and Dean smiles. "Guys, we need to talk." Sam said to them. "Yeah, um, sorry guys...and gal. We're ahhh, a little bit busy right now." Ed replied.

"Ok well we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website." Dean said and Ed starts to laugh. "Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell..." Ed said as he turns to Harry. "I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fright." Harry grumbles.

"Why should we trust you guys?" Ed asked 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." I said to 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." Dean explains.

"Yeah, yeah..." Ed said, disbelief. "Ed, maybe he's got a point, maybe...." Harry said but Ed shakes his head. "Nope..." he said then Harry turns to us. "No." Harry said, firmly. "We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth." Ed said.

"Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now --" Dean said as he starts to walk towards them but Sam and I grab him and hold him back.

"Dean--Dean, hey, hey, just, forget it, all right?" Sam said to him. "These guys...probably bitch slap them both, Sam and I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai...but they're still not gonna help us. Let's just go." I said then Ed and Harry took some double takes to us. 

"Whoa...whoa..." they said in unison as Dean turns to me. "Yeah, you're right." He said, in a defeated tone, and we start to walk away but I could hear Ed and Harry following us.

"What you say about...?" Ed said just as Harry said. "Hang on a second here."

"Wait...wait." Ed said, frantically.

"What thing about Mordechai, you guys?" Harry asked as they catch up with us. "Don't tell 'em, guys." Dean said to us. "But if they agree to shut the website down, Dean." Sam said. "They're not going to do it, you guys said so yourself." Dean said to us.

"No wait. Wait. Don't listen to him ok? We'll do it. We'll do it." Ed pleads to us and we stop then turn to them before Dean turns to us. "It's a secret, guys." He said before Sam turns to Ed and Harry. "Look, it is a really big deal all right." Sam said and I nod. "And it wasn't easy to dig up. So only if we have your word that you'll shut everything down." I said to them.

"Totally." Ed said, nodding. "All right." Sam and I said and we nod to Dean and he hands 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 explains. "That's right, he didn't hang or cut himself." Dean said as Ed and Harry look up at us, shocked.

"He shot himself?" Ed asked. "Yep. With a .45 pistol. To this day, they say he's terrified of them." I said. "Matter of fact they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds -- it'll kill the sonuvabitch." Dean said.

Ed and Harry snigger gleefully then 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 said and Dean, Sam and I exchange a knowing look.

That afternoon, the boys and I were sitting in a booth of another restaurant. I was sitting next to Sam, who was looking at his laptop, and Dean was sitting across from us. He 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 had an extremely annoying laugh that played.

I reach up and pull the cord to stop it then glare at Dean. "If you pull that string one more time I'm gonna kill you." I threatened. Dean, deadpan, stares at me while pulling the cord again. I immediately stop it, glaring at Dean. "You're gonna regret that." I said and he snickers. "Bring it on, princess." He challenged and I give him a dirty look.

"Guys, they posted it." Sam said as he moves the laptop around so we could see it. "We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms." Dean reads as Sam eats his salad. "All right. How long do we wait?" I asked Sam. "Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker." Sam replied.

Sam holds his beer out to us and we lift our own and tap them together. "Sweet." Dean said and he takes a long drink and Sam and I start grinning. Dean goes to put the bottle down but it is stuck to his hand. Sam and I crack up as Dean stares at it, confused. 

"You didn't." Dean said, stunned, as he looks up at Sam and we continue to laugh as Sam holds up the super glue. "Oh, I did!" Sam said as Dean shakes his hand while Sam, laughing, pulls the string to set the fisherman laughing again.

After distracting the two cops to get them away from the house that night, we enter the house on alert, guns drawn, then we begin a methodical search, staying back to back. Dean readjusts his gun hand. "I barely have any skin left on my palm." Dean said, snarky. "I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole." I said and Sam nods. "Same here." Sam said.

Dean shines his flashlight in our faces until we wince, then moves into the other room. Sam and I follow him. "So you think old Mordechai's home?" Dean asked us. "I don't know." Sam and I said in unison.

"Me either." A voice from behind us said. The boys and I spin around and aim our guns, only to see Ed and Harry. "WHOA!! WHOA!!" Ed yelled and we sighed and lowered our guns.

"What are you trying to do, get yourself killed?" Sam asked them, angrily. "We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, ok?" Ed said when we heard the sound of knives being sharpened from the basement.

Immediately, the boys and I were back on alert as we face the basement door. "Oh crap." Ed said as he and Harry crowd close behind us. "Ah guys, you wanna ... you wanna open that door for us?" Ed asked us, nervously. "Why don't you?" Dean asked them.

Seconds later, Mordechai bursts through the door holding an axe, screaming. Sam, Dean and I empty our gun chambers and Mordechai holds on, then wavers and disappears into mist. We wait a moment, then we take off to ensure the other rooms are clear.

Then I run back into the kitchen room where Harry and Ed were looking around, frightened. "Hey! Didn't you guys post that B.S. story we gave you?" I asked them as Dean and Sam come in. "Of course we did." Ed said. "But then our server crashed." Harry explains. "Yeah." Ed said.

"So it didn't take?" Dean asked and the two men give him nervous looks. "So these guns don't work." I said. "Yeah." Ed said. "Great. Sam, any ideas?" Dean asked Sam. "We are getting outta here." Harry said. "Yeah." Ed mutters. "Come on, Ed." Harry says, grabbing Ed, and they run past us to the other room, Sam follows them.

"C'mon, I got an idea." Dean said to me and he starts to gather up some kerosene cans. "Are you sure?" I asked Dean. "What other choice do we have?" He asked and I nod then we started splashing kerosene everywhere.

"Guys!" We hear Sam screaming from the next room. We run in the room to see Mordechai having a hold of Sam by the throat and had him up against the wall.

"HEY!" We shouted and Dean holds up a spray bottle and lights the gas and a blast of fire appears. "Go go go!" I shouted to Sam as Mordechai let's him go. Sam runs past us, Dean and I follow then we pull Sam as he stops and leans over, holding his throat.

"Mordechai can't leave the house, we can't kill him -- We improvise." Dean said as he holds up his lighter, flicks it, and throws it back into the room. It bursts into flame as we run outside.

"That's your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?" Sam asked as we get outside. "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 said.

"Well what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?" Sam asked. "Well -- well then we'll just have to come back." I said and we stand there and watch the house burn.

"Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the things we hunted, how many existed just cuz people believed in them." Sam said and I shrug at him.

The next evening, Sam, Dean and I were hanging out by a picnic table at the trailer park when we see Ed and Harry carrying grocery bags. "I was thinking that Mordechai has a really super high attack bonus." Harry said to Ed as they get to their car. "Man I got the munchies right now." Ed said then he turns to the boys.

"Gentlemen." He greets then he turns to me and smiles at me. "Madame." Ed said as he winks at me. "Hey guys." Sam greets and Harry turns to Ed. "Should we tell 'em?" Harry asked his friend. "Hey, might as well, you know, they're going to read about it in the trades." Ed said and Harry turns to us.

"So this morning we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer." He said. "Oh yeah, wrong number?" Dean asked and he and I chuckle. "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 said as they place their grocery bags into a totally overloaded car. "And create the RPG." Harry said.

"The what?" Dean asked, confused.

"Role playing game." Ed said and Dean nods.

"Right." Dean said, like it was obvious. "A little lingo for you. Anyhoo, ahhh, excuse us, we're off to la-la land." Ed said. "Well congratulations guys. That sounds really great." Sam said. "Yeah. That's awesome, best of luck to you." Dean said and I nod at them. "Oh yeah, luck. That has nothing to do with it. It's about talent. Sheer unabashed talent." Ed said and we all nod at each other. "Later." Ed said and he and Harry get in the car and start pulling off. "See ya round..." Ed calls out and they head out.

"Wow." Dean mutters. "I have a confession to make." Sam said. "What's that." Dean and I said. "I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer." Sam said, grinning, and Dean and I start to laugh. "Yeah well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat." Dean said and the three of us began to laugh.

"Truce?" Sam asked Dean. "Yeah truce. At least for the next 100 miles." Dean said and I start to smile as the boys get into the car.

Dean starts the car and just as he does that, a large cloud of pink glitter flies out of the air vents and hits the boys in the face. "What the hell?!" Dean exclaims as he and Sam cough. "I thought you said truce?" Dean asked Sam, angrily. "I didn't do this!" Sam said and I get into the backseat and started to laugh.

Dean and Sam turn their heads to me as I pull out the empty glitter container and showed it to them. "You did this?" Sam asked me and I nodded. "Do you know how long this is gonna take to clean all of this crap up?!" Dean asked me, angrily. I laugh again and nodded. 

"But now you guys look fabulous!" I laughed, pointing at their glitter covered face. "I'm gonna kill you!" Dean growls and I lean forward and smiled, mischievously. "I like to see you try, Winchester." I said and I tapped his nose with my finger then lean back as Sam shakes his head and turns forward.

Dean glares at me once more before he faces forward and curses under his breath and we began to take off.