We were all located in the basecamp as the doors and windows had been sealed, and let me just tell you, Sam was not happy about that.

"Sam, calm down." I tried.

"Calm down?" He furrowed his brows. "We are stuck inside this house for the rest of the night without any means of escaping with a crazy ghost or whatever it is on the loose, and these idjits to take care of."

"And just a little while back, we were locked in a police station surrounded by demons, but we made it, didn't we?" I shot back, felling a slight pang of guilt thinking of Nancy.

"It's 12:04, Dean, you're happy?" Sam said aggravated, not answering my comment.

"Yeah, I am happy." Dean said with an anger in his voice.

"Let's go hunt the Morton house, you say. It's our Grand Canyon." Sam recited the exact lines, Dean had used when pitching the idea.

"Sam, I don't wanna hear it." Dean fired back.

"You got two months left, Dean." Sam picked up a discarded chair. "Instead we are gonna die tonight." He slammed the chair into the door trying to get it to butch, but it didn't.

"Woah, woah." Dark hair or as I now knew him to be Harry.

"The hell is going on, guys?" Spruce, cameraman, asked. It was much easier now that I knew their names.

"I'll tell you, what's going on." Sam said with his aggression still very much present. "Every door, every window, I'm guessing every exit outta this house, they are all sealed."

"Why are they sealed?" Maggie asked.

"A supernatural lockdown, okay?" Dean explained. "Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave, and it's no death echo, this is a mother, and it wants us scared."

"Or it just wants us." Maggie proposed.

"Probably." I groaned.

"Uhm, guys?" Spruce said. "The camera's glitching again."

"Guys?" Ed added. "The EMF's starting to spike. This is a big one."

"Ed." Maggie said quietly.

"Everybody, stay close, there is something coming." Sam said with much of his aggression out.

"Guys..." Maggie whispered, as I clutched my knife.

"Okay, let's... Let's just stay..." Harry tried before Spruce interrupted.

"Woah." He said as what looked to be another echo appeared.

"Is this the same echo, you guys saw earlier?" Dean asked, making me frown.

"No, it's a different guy." Spruce answered.

"Multiple echoes?" Dean turned to us. "What the hell's going on?"

"Beats me." Sam said.

"Okay, alright, alright." Dean said as he walked up to the echo and started yelling at it. "Hey, you're dead."

"What is he doing?"

"It's rare but sometimes you can shock an echo out of it's loop, if you can talk to the part of the ghost, that's still human." Sam explained.

"But normally, you have to a connection with the echo." I added.

"Come on! Wake up! Be dead!" Dean kept on yelling.

"Real creative one right there, Dean." I couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "Do you hear that?" I frowned.

"Hear what?" Sam asked.

"It sounds like a..." I didn't get to finish my sentence before the echo was flung backwards fast, and then disappearing. "Train."

"Where did it go?" Harry asked. To Disneyland. Where do you think?

"What the heck is going on in this house?" I asked as we walked around in the house.

"Yeah, there is no records of any of this here." Dean added. "No one got shot here, and obviously no one got run over by a freaking train."

"Did echoes take Corbett?" Maggie asked.

"No." I said at the same time as Dean said "Yes."

"I mean, no." Dean quickly corrected himself. "I don't know, we don't know, what's doing what here. Thats what we are trying to figure out."

"Stay close." Sam once again reminded them. "Okay look, death echoes are ghosts."

"Whom normally haunt the places, they either lived or died." I added.

"Except these didn't live or die here." Dean finished.

"Right." Sam agreed.

"So what are they doing here?" Maggie asked.

"Hey, get the lady a cigar." Dean mocked. "Seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean..."

"Uhm, I..." Maggie put down the camera before rising it up again. "Yeah, I think so." Dean and I shared a look as we kept going.

"Wicked." I muttered, when we entered the next room with hunting trophies hanging on the walls. We started going through some of the stuff to see, if we could get any clues, when Sam spoke up.

"Hey, Freeman Daggett, the house's last owner." He held up a broken glass frame with a faded document in it. "Officially commended for 20 years of fine service at Gamble General Hospital."

"Was he a doctor?" Dean asked.

"Janitor."

"This looks like his den." Dean commented. "When did you say he died, '64?"

"Yeah, heart attack, right?" I answered, receiving a nod from Sam.

What are these? C-rations?" Maggie said as she looked at some boxes, which had been stored away.

"Yeah, army issued, three squares." Dean concluded.

"There is enough here to last a lifetime." I commented.

"Is that all he ate?" Maggie asked.

"He probably didn't want to shop." I took up a can to examine it further.

"hello, locked." Dean called from over by a small cabinet.

And then Ed went on about how this wasn't going to help Corbett, but honestly, I didn't really listen.

"Huh, survival under atomic attack." Sam picked up a folder and showed me. "An optimist."

"Oh yeah, the Cold War." I remembered when Sam had told me about it one evening, when I got curious about the World History for humans. "Another time where humans nearly ruined the planet."

My focus was quickly drawn to the cabinet, Dean had started to bash in. He took out a box, while Ed continuously pointed his EMF reader at it.

"How hasn't he gotten killed yet?" I mumbled as I looked through the box with Dean.

"Crap, crap, taxidermy okay." Dean commented as he dug deeper into the box. "You said, Daggett was a hospital janitor?"

"Yeah." Sam answered.

"Ew, I got three toe tags here." He held up three small pieces of paper with a string attached. "One death by a gunshot, train accident and a suicide."

"Ew." Sam and I said as we shared a look of realization.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Well, that explains, why all of the death echoes are here." Sam stated the obvious, which they apparently weren't catching up on.

"They are here, cause their bodies are here." I clarified. "Somewhere in the house, which explains the awful smell."

"What?" Seriously, they still weren't catching on?

"Daggett brought home the remains from the morgue to play." Dean said.

"Ew." They finally understood what we meant.

"Thats nasty, dude." Spruce said.

"Wait a second." I noticed, we were missing someone. "I'll get her."

"Corbett?" A shaky voice asked from within the dark. I could hear her heartbeat briefly picking up speed so she must have gotten spooked. "Okay, Maggie."

"Hey." I said, as she hyperventilated upon seeing me. "You know, you really should stay with the two hunters, who does this for a living and the girl, who can turn into a wolf."

"Maggie?" I heard from behind.

"She's fine." I said as the other arrived.

"Harry, I got an 8,6 climbing." Ed called out. "Something huge is coming, look. Something big is coming."

"It's past 11, you guys." Harry added.

"What's happening?" Spruce asked.

"Nobody move." Dean ordered.

"Stay quiet." I told them.

It went completely dark for a moment before the light returned, only for us to find Sam nowhere in sight.

"Sam?" Dean called.

"Sam?" I called too and tried to pick up some smell.

"Where did he go?" What do you think, we are trying to figure out, Spruce?

"Sam!" Dean yelled as he found his flashlight.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled.

"Sam!" I yelled.

"Corbett!! Corbett!" It was a mad house of just yelling.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled again, desperate to find his baby brother.

"Sam!" I went with Dean to try and find Sam and apparently in the mean time, a whole love drama had broken out between Maggie, Harry and Ed. Great, just what we needed.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Dean yelled as we broke up the small fight between Ed and Harry. Or well, fight might be a strong word. From where I was standing it mostly looked like, they were hugging.

"The fuck are you doing?" Dean asked, when we separated them.

"Cut it out!" I yelled.

"We are down by two people!" Dean pointed out. "Sam!" And with that we went back to searching.

"Dean, I can try my Eolas." I suggested.

"Are you sure?" He looked at me with his signature older brotherly overprotectiveness.

"It might be our best shot." I argued.

He thought for a moment before nodding. "Okay."

"Alright, everyone turn your equipment off." I said as I kneeled down.

"Why?"

"Just turn it off." I ordered. "All clear?"

"All clear." Dean nodded.

I took deep breath and tapped into my Eolas, looking all around the house and area to find Sam and Corbett.

"Argh!" I clutched my ears in pain from the electricity flowing through the air, screeching through my ears like a thousand crows at once.

"What is going on?" Maggie asked

"Is she okay?"

"Is she dying?" Okay, dramatic much.

"Equipment... off..." I croaked out through the pain.

"Okay, anyone has anything turned on, huh?" Dean started looking across the table and in their pockets, before he finally found the source and turned it off. "Are you okay?" He asked as he saw, I had removed my hands.

"Yeah, I am good." I assured him before looking to the group. "Next time, I say turn it off, you freaking turn it off." I panted with scowling at them.

"Did you see anything?"

"Darkness, humidity and it felt cold." I answered. "But also weird, like it isn't used for the intended purpose."

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" Ed asked.

"I don't know." I sighed. "I am just telling you, what I felt."

"Wait cold and humid?" Dean asked to which I nodded. "I think I know where we might find some answers."