Bonds Tested

Ghostfacers! -- Corbett

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"Dude, there's no record of any of this here. No one got shot here. Obviously no one got run over by a freaking train!" Dean snaps after I learn the names of the others while leading them down the hallway.

"Stay close." Sam snaps.

"Did the echoes take Corbett?" Maggie asks. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Yes, no. I don't know!" Dean retorts. "We don't know what's doing what here. That's what we're trying to figure out, okay?"

"All right, stay close." Sam urges again. "Okay, look, uh, Death Echoes are ghosts, okay? Now ghosts-- they usually haunt places where they lived or where they died."

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

"Right." Sam nods.

"So, what are they doing here?" Maggie asks again.

I scoff. "Seriously, get that thing outta my face. This mug ain't gonna make this any better."

The camera goes up and down. "Uh, actually, it does." Maggie admits.

I hesitate for a minute before humming. "Oh. Okay."

Dean laughs and leads me forward. The next room has some records, so Sam, Dean, and I set to finding something useful. "Freeman Daggett, house's last owner." Sam hummed. "Officially commended for twenty years of fine service at the Gamble General Hospital."

"He's a doctor?" Dean asks.

"Janitor." Sam states.

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

"Yeah, heart attack." Sam answers.

"What are these, C-Rations?" Maggie asks.

"Yeah, army-issued, three squares--" Dean explains. "Like a lifetime supply."

"No wonder he died of a heart attack." I mention as I gaze at the food.

"One stop shoppin'," Dean comments.

"Ooh," I coo as I approach a locker. "Locked~"

"Oh, come on, Guys, this is ridiculous!" Ed exclaims. "I mean, how the hell is this supposed to find Corbett, huh? We should be digging up the friggin' floorboards right now!"

Sam made a hum of surprise. "Survival under atomic attack." He read aloud. "An optimist."

Dean urged me away from the locker and began prying at it with his crowbar.

I hum curiously as I tug out a container. Harry is waving a fake EMF over me, and I just roll my eyes before plopping it onto the desk. I start sifting through the paperwork. "You said Daggett was a hospital janitor?" I ask as I toss more stuff aside. I grimace and feel bile start to bubble in my throat. "Gross. Got three toe-tags in here-- one, death by gunshots, train accident, and suicide."

"Ew..." Sam trailed off.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Well, that explains why all the death echoes are here." I mention as my nose scrunches up. No one said anything. "They're here, because their bodies are here. Somewhere in the house."

Still, no answer. "Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue to play." Dean explains.

"Ew!" The others began whining.

"Wait a minute." I hum softly as I glance around. "Where the hell is Maggie?" I ask.

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