‹ Prequel: Reunited...Again
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Fallen Angels
#THINMAN
Springdale, Washington
It's the dead of night, this teenage girl has music going in her bedroom and she was obsessed with taking selfies of herself as she was doing it right there in the bedroom. It wasn't until she heard a door close that she stopped her obsessive selfie picture-taking for a moment.
"Mom? Mom, are you home?"
She shrugs it off and closes her door, before going back to taking the selfies. Once she was done, she scrolls through them and she comes across one picture where there's this creepy guy standing behind her. She starts to scroll through more to see the same guy standing there. She then turns around to see him, and then the lights go out. She hurries into the closet and hides, calling 911.
"911. What is your emergency?"
"There's someone in my room."
"What is your location? Can you give us a location ma'am? Are you still there? Ma'am, please do not hang up. I've begun tracing your call, but I need you to stay on the line for me."
But the man had ended up in her closet and initially killed her, as the 911 operator kept telling her to stay on the line.
Men of Letters Bunker
Dean and I had of course heard about the unexplained murder the next day, so we packed up our things and proceeded to head out. But before we could, Dean notified Sam on what was going on.
"Dean, Sam should come. I mean we all work together as a team remember?"
"Alright. We'll be back."
"Wait. Where you headed?"
"Washington. I caught a case."
"You want me to come with?"
"See?"
"Do you want to come?"
"On a hunt? Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know man. 'Cause lately with you, up is down and down is sideways, you know? I-I...I don't know what you want. Okay. You want in? Fine. Sure thing. Photo leaked from the crime scene. Girl was murdered in her room, doors were locked, the windows were locked."
"Who's the wallflower?"
"Exactly."
"We don't know. That's what we have to figure out."
"But best guess, ghost caught on film. So you're coming."
"Does it look like I'm staying?"
He then packs up his things and we get ready to head out, driving out to Washington and to the house where this murder took place.
"I scrubbed for hours. I'll have to rip up the carpet. My daughter, Casey...she picked out the color herself."
"We're...very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Miles. You mentioned Casey had no known enemies. What about at home? Anything unusual you may have noticed? Uh...electricity acting up or lights...flickering, TV on the fritz?"
"No, no fritzing. No cold spots either."
"Sorry. Out of curiosity, uh...why do you mention cold spots?"
"I'm sorry. That must sound strange, but...it's been three days since...and the police have found nothing. I'd h...I'd have to sell my house to afford a private investigator, so when the supernaturalists called..."
"Supernaturalists?" I question.
"I know to the FBI it's not exactly orthodox. But these men had answers that no one else had, and I...I owe it to Casey...to listen."
"Now, they...they brought up cold spots in relation to...?"
"Signs of the paranormal, I suppose. They're coming by today to take a look."
"And did these supernaturalists give you a name?"
She tells us and we find out where they were, heading there.
"Son of a bitch." Dean remarks as we then head inside the diner the van was parked outside of.
"Oh wow, look. We got two more followers."
"Mm."
"Yeah. Harry, I think it's from that library interview we did."
"Nice."
"Hey pal? Hmm? What did Dana post?"
"No, it's just...she changed her profile pic, and it's cropped, but you can clearly see a guy's arm around her. And she's smiling like the dickens."
"Yeah. Uh, it...it could be a platonic...arm that's touching her."
I just follow Sam and Dean and before I know it, they've sat down next to two guys in a booth.
"Ah, the Winchesters. Yay."
"Says nobody."
"Ever."
"But who is this little hot thing with them?"
"Alright stop. Shut up and listen. This is how it's gonna go. You two clowns are gonna get into that mystery machine outside, and you're gonna leave town or I'm gonna put holes in your knees."
"Can I get you guys anything? Something uh.."
"Uh, we're ready for the bill."
"Hey. There's still crud on this plate. Now hit the sinks and do it right."
"Sorry Trey."
"Ahh, first of all, you guys don't scare us."
"Not at all."
"Say 'hola' to my little pistola."
"And I supposed to be impressed with that treasure trail or the lady gun you got hiding your uh, pants there?"
"Uh...both? Look, whether you like it or not, we are handling this situation."
"Yup."
"Really?"
"Mmhmm."
"'Cause I see a couple of fame whores who are pointing a camera at a mom who just lost her kid."
"Guys, we are investigators, and we have every right..."
"No. No, you don't. You know why? 'Cause you're just gonna get in our way."
"Or you're gonna get somebody else killed."
"That's right. So, you can either walk out of here...or crawl. Up to you."
"Oh my god, Menudo. Will you guys relax? We know what we're doing."
"Not from the stories I've heard." I snicker.
"Really? And what about the rest of the bad news bears, huh? Where's the...where's the fat one? And...and the girl? There was a girl right?"
"They...we dropped them. They were...they were dead weight."
"Well, t-they're still alive."
"They're...no, they're totally alive."
"I see. So, it's just the, uh, dumpy duo then. Well, that's great. So here's the deal. A ghost...will land you two dead in five seconds flat."
"A ghost? Oh. They think it's a ghost. It's so not a ghost."
"Okay. We'll bite. What do you think it is?"
"Can I...Can I do it this time?"
"You got it."
"Okay. I've waited all my life for this. Amazon me, bitches."
"I will shoot you...bitches."
"Like we were saying, you were just going, right? Great."
"Good talk." Dean says, before motioning me to follow them out.
"50 shades of way too much protein."
We head to a motel to do some research, and of course the first thing we do is look up their website. Well Sam does anyway.
"Uh...guys?"
"What do you got?" I ask, coming over.
"Ed and Harry wrote a book."
"What?"
"Yeah. Uh, 'The Skinny on Thinman'. By America's foremost supernaturalists.
"What the hell's a thinman?"
"I don't know. Um...whoa. Check that out though." Sam says as he goes to a picture from the excerpt and it shows this creepy looking guy in the background with no face.
"So, that's Thinman?" I ask.
"That does kind of look like whatever was behind Casey Miles, right?"
"Or Garth if somebody shaved his face off. Big whoop."
"Here we go. Uh, 'Thinman - an urban legend started on the world wide web...lurks in the background of his victims' lives until he's ready to kill them'."
"Yeah, because everything started on the internet is true. Like uh, oh, the shark attacking a helicopter...they write the book on that one too?"
"Dude, real or not, thousands of people have posted to the site. It's like Thinman is the new bigfoot or something."
"Or Thinman is just a ghost with a brand name."
"You're saying that 'cause you really think it's a ghost or because you don't like the Ghostfacers?"
"Probably the second option." I nod.
"Hey, don't forget...we hit EMF in Casey's room."
"Right, but the house was next door to power lines, which can affect the read."
"Exactly."
"A girl died in a locked room guys. Spells 'ghost' right there."
"Maybe it got in there before it was locked up. Who knows Dean? But how can people all over the world see the same ghost? Spirits don't exactly hop around."
"I know that. But right now, the veil is all kinds of screwed, okay? Ghosts could be popping up anywhere."
"Yeah, but Dean, Thinman sightings date back a couple years. The veil's only been a problem for that, the last six months?"
"Well, you know, people still see Elvis all over the damn place. Look, all I'm saying is those douchewheels ain't experts on crap."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm checking the local deaths to see if there's any candidates for ghosts."
In the meantime, the Ghostfacers had gone to the house where the murder took place, camera set up and ready to go.
"The closet...the setting of the sunset of Casey's life. Harry."
"Yeah."
"Come on man, would you please stop Facebook stalking your ex-girlfriend?"
"I was right. She changed her relationship status to 'it's complicated'. What does that even mean?"
"Who cares? You broke up with her. Everything about that girl is complicated. Okay, I mean, she gets the cream puffs, she tells you to take out the filling. They're just puffs."
"Yeah, that was some pretty messed up stuff."
"Mmhmm."
"Uh, okay. I'm...I'm sorry. Mm. Okay. I'm good. Back on game. Yeah. We're so close to finding Thinman, Ed. Mmhmm. I can smell him. I can smell his musk. Mmhmm."
"Closer than ever. This is really serious Harry."
"Yeah."
"I mean, the Winchesters and that chick are here, and you know, I don't want my knees blown off by Sam and Dean. Have you ever thought that we might just, you know, bail on this?"
"What? What the...what the hell is wrong with you?! We can't let those jockstraps steal our glory. No one cares what they think. They don't even have a Twitter. We're gonna fin Thinman Ed, for our families, for Dana."
"Oh, so it's about your ex eating her words?"
"It's about making all the haters eat their words. Maggie and Spruce...the just...deserters. They want to lead a 'normal life'. I mean, what is that."
"Screw them."
"Screw them."
"Right?"
"When we find Thinman, are they gonna be on 'Dr. Phil'?"
"No."
"We're gonna be on 'Dr. Phil'."
"Hell yeah. Press 'record' buddy."
"You got it. Wait for it."
"You ready?"
"Yep."
"The bedroom of a teenage girl is meant for two things. Giggles and joy. Until one night, Thinman turned the giggles into blood."
"Oh! You are so money right now."
"You like that?"
"This is good stuff. And it's gonna pay off in ladies Ed. Lots of ladies. We're gonna need...we're gonna need snorkels, 'cause we're gonna be swimming around in so much..."
"Thought you boys might be thirsty." Casey's mother says as she comes in with drinks.
"Please. That sounds delicious."
"Okay. Alright, over the past six months, there have been three unnatural deaths in Springdale, none of them connected to Casey Miles, and none of them violent."
"That really helps."
"Okay, that's not exactly a recipe for a vengeful spirit. There have been a bunch of unexplained deaths pinned on Thinman. Um, a vic dies, then a couple weeks later, a photo pops up of the vic with Thinman photobombing."
"So, Thinman's stalking folks?"
"According to the lore."
"According to the idiots. How come none of these vics pinged our radar?"
"I'm pretty sure the mysterious deaths can be chalked up to non-supernatural causes. That and honestly, most of these photos look pretty fake."
"Even Casey's?"
"Except Casey's. Casey's photo...wasn't doctored. Whatever was behind her...was really there."
"Okay, well that doesn't make any sense. I mean, how could something be both real and fake at the same time?"
"Well, a girl is dead, and that's about as real as it gets."
"Alright, so, the last thing she did was she took a photo on her phone. How did that photo end up online?"
"No clue. It was originally posted to a Thinman fan forum, but the I.P. address was blocked."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. This thing has fans? Of course it does. Okay, well, then somebody wanted this photo on the internet, and I'm guessing that the ghost didn't hop online to post it."
We then grab our things and head out to the nearest police station to find out more about Casey's death and possibly look at the criminal evidence from the scene.
"Is the uh, sheriff around? There's a couple questions we'd like to ask him."
"Uh, sorry to disappoint. Sheriff's on a hunting trip. But uh, I appreciate you agents being here. I could use all the help I can get."
"Wait a second. Was this cracked when you found it?" Sam asks as he holds up the phone the pictures were taken on.
"Yeah man. Maybe she dropped it? 911 call went dead at 11:59."
"Wait, what time was the photo posted?"
"Around 2:00 am."
"But the coroner has the death at midnight. How could she have posted the photo from her phone? That...that's impossible."
"Or supernatural."
"What?"
"Why would you say that?"
"A couple fellas came by, uh, asking questions about the girl's death, suggested they might be able to help. They uh, gave me a book they wrote about, um..."
"Thinman?"
"Yeah."
Dean just nods, closes the folder and walks out.
"Not a fan?"
"Him, not really."
Meanwhile at a local diner, the manager was checking receipts or something like that from the day, when there was a knock on the window. He goes over to check it out, but there's nothing there. He goes back to his work, before there's the tapping noise again. He turns the security cameras on and scrolls through them, to see if he can see anyone. On one camera, someone walks by it, then he switches to the camera in the diner and that same person is behind him, and of course he gets killed as soon as he turns around. Of course we hear about it and the next day we go to check it out.
"Agents, thanks for coming."
"What are these two crapshoots doing here?" Dean asks about Ed and Harry.
"Yeah, I mean...they're not FBI or anything like that."
"I figured it wouldn't hurt to go a little 'medium', you know? Uh...two counties over, folks were combing the place for a poor little dead boy back in August. The cops let a psychic do her thing. Shish, bang, boom...found a body a day later."
"Uh huh. Excuse me."
"Is there any uh, security cam footage?"
"Uh, yeah just..." He trails off, leading us over to where it is while Dean deals with Ed and Harry.
"Hey. I thought I told you to beat it."
"Oh, well, what are you gonna do? You gonna out me, 'agent'?"
"Okay look, playing paparazzi at a crime scene...who does that help but yourselves?"
"The bloggers Dean, the believers...everyone who needs just a little proof to know that thinman is out there."
"Wait, so you're saying there's a lot of folks online that are pretty die-hard about this thing?"
"Oh yeah."
"Uh huh. You throw the right Tibetan symbol into the mix, you dumb asses ever think the thinman comes to life as a Tulpa?"
"Because thousands of people can agree that thinman is any one thing? The lore changes blog to blog. He's not a Tulpa."
"Okay alright, alright. Right here, right now, cut the crap. Do either of you actually know what thinman is?"
"No. We just play supernaturalists on TV."
"We have no idea what we're doing. Of course we do."
"Thinman is part man, part tree."
"Some people believe that he emerged from the nightmare of an autistic boy."
"Alright, so you have no idea."
"Fellas, you wanna see this."
"Alright, check it out."
We see the same exact footage the manager saw, including himself being slashed across the throat and killed.
"Whoa."
"Alright, so how did he jump from the parking lot to the diner. The doors were locked?"
"The footage shows Trey locked them 10 minutes before."
"Locked, not locked, it doesn't matter. Everyone knows thinman can teleport."
"I didn't even get a blip on my EMF."
"So maybe it's not a ghost."
"You feds believers now?"
"Okay uh...we're gonna go. Uh, good work deputy, agent."
"Let's go. Let's go man."
"See it again."
That night, Ed and Harry were on the road.
"Holy wow. Someone posted the diner footage of thinman in the comments section of our blog."
"Who?"
"Who cares? Maintain current velocity."
"Hey, wh-why are you putting your ninja outfit on?"
"I'm not gonna wait for someone else to die. I'm gonna find thinman tonight."
"Where?"
"The woods, obvi."
"Uh, that's kind of general."
"Well, the lore says that thinman hangs out by trees, and the woods is where trees hang out. Two kills in town...local woods is the best bet."
"Two people are dead...really dead. And I just keep thinking that you know, I just keep thinking that Sam, Dean and whoever that chick is should just take over."
"First of all, hell no. And...and quit raining on my rainbow."
"Rainbows can't happen without rain."
"Don't try to use science with me. This is about a-a feeling. And we can't quit when we're so close to finding thinman and finally making up for everything we've lost because of...what we do."
"Okay, it wouldn't be the worst idea though, you know, if we leave it to the professionals."
"We are the professionals Ed."
"So, the woods?"
"Any woods Ed. Any woods."
"Okay."
With the three of us, we had sat down and did more research while just hanging out and having some drinks and food.
"Just grasping at straws here, but when I think 'teleport', I think 'Crossroads Demon'."
"Mm."
"Very true." I nod.
"Demon that likes to stab and watch YouTube. Why not?"
"Oh, by the way, speaking of which, the video of uh, Trey getting knifed...it's already online. It has like, 2,000 views. It's like somebody wants people to see thinman in action."
"It's 'cause people will watch, 'cause people are sick."
"Exactly."
"And when did 'viral go from that baby chimp falling out of a tree to killer 'candid camera'?"
"You know what video would have gone viral, if we still had it? When you were five and you got dressed up as Batman and you jumped off the shed 'cause you thought you could fly."
"Awww, cute." I laugh.
"After you jumped first."
"Hey, I was nine, and I was dressed up like Superman, okay? Everybody knows that Batman can't fly."
"Well I didn't know that, I broke my arm."
"I know you did. Man, I drove you to the E.R. on my handlebars. Well, good times."
"Yeah, they were." Sam says after a bit of silence.
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." I offer, getting up and doing so but Ed comes right in.
"Well just come in then." I scoff.
"I got to tell you guys something important, an then the case is yours."
"Harry here solo Ghostfacer, investigating a possible thinman habitat...in the woods. All alone, deep in the woods, a man could lose his marbles being so close to the blade of doom. Lucky for us, I'm really good at marbles."
"Alright, either you bleed Ghostfacers red or you don't. If spruce wanted to start a startup and Maggie's heart was in the roller derby, who am I to stop them? But Harry...I-I couldn't let him give in to his girl. I mean, she...she called the Ghostfacers stupid. Stupid! Can you...can you believe that? You know, I-I don't care how much money her daddy's hedge fund has. I just couldn't watch Harry become a corporate stooge."
"Okay, this all sounds like sad times at bitchmont high. What does this have to do with the case?"
"Harry was gonna leave, so I needed to give him a reason to stay. I-I made up thinman."
"Thinman stalks his victims, but the tables have turned, my friends. The stalker is now the stalkee."
"So you're saying that this crap is actually crap?"
"One old photo of a butler, a lot of photoshop later, and I posted on one of those horror forums under 'anonymous'."
"And it blew up."
"Yeah. I only faked one case for us, and then we're packing up to go home. When somebody posted a sighting of thinman, so...we went after it, and that's how thinman became a crowdsourced legend. Look, we were at the front of it. It felt like something. It...it was so awesome to have a following, and Harry...he was just...he was so into it."
"Ed, you have to tell him."
"You don't get it. We were the thinman guys. Without the thinman, we're just...guys...just...we're just puffs."
"Puffs?"
"If I tell Harry, he's gonna leave the Ghostfacers."
"Oh such a tragedy." I scoff.
"Listen, if you don't tell him, he's gonna leave anyway. Trust me here. Secrets ruin relationships."
"Okay, well, I'll just tell him when the time is right."
"Time's right now, chief."
"Well he's...he's not here."
"What do you mean he's not here?"
"Uh, he's...he's out in the woods, uh searching for thinman."
"That's just great."
"Okay, because thinman or whatever the hell this thing is, has killed two people, and now Harry is in the woods alone."
"Well, actually it's more like 'wood', um, 'cause I dropped him off by some trees behind a grocery store. Guys, come on. He's gonna be fine."
I just roll my eyes and that's when the three of us go and get our things together just in case.
"Guys?"
"Alright, what we have here is a, uh...it's a...it looks like a formation of sticks in the shape of a pile. Could have been left here for us by thinman. What was that? Oh! Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. We are not alone."
And then thinman appears behind him, and he gets slashed against the midsection and starts to go after him. We were already quickly on our way there and Dean slammed on the brakes when we saw that Harry was in the middle of the road. We all quickly get out and see that Harry has been hurt, and he almost collapses, but Sam and Dean rush towards him and hold him up. After making sure he's stable, Sam finds something to cut off the bleeding wrapping and ties it around him.
"Too tight?"
"Nope. No, I'm good."
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm just gonna have to staple it when we get back to the motel. We were right Ed! Thinman's real."
"Yeah. Some fresh tire tracks back over there. I took some photos."
"What for?"
"Because that car might belong to whoever knifed you."
"Well, whoever cut me was thinman, and thinman doesn't drive. It was thinman, jackass! I mean, I shouldn't have to connect the dots for you guys. I figured, you know, you're all intelligent, m-maybe."
"Um, Harry."
"What?"
We all went back to the motel, Dean and I went and checked out the tire tracks in the woods, while Sam stayed back at the motel, staying outside the room as Harry and Ed had their talk. Ed of course telling Harry that he made up thinman.
"Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Because I-I don't know...I thought you were gonna get mad."
"Oh good guess Ed. I am mad. I'm really really mad at you right now."
"I-I can see that."
"You crashed the jenga tower of our lives. I was gonna get married. I left her to run around with you, living some lie."
"Well, at least we were living it together."
"Seriously? Seriously?"
"If I hadn't struck gold with thinman, you'd be doing a boring job, doing boring numbers, answering to Dana's dad. Okay? I saved you bud."
"Saved me? From what?! From living a nice life? From not getting stabbed? How selfish can you be?"
"Well, maybe it's not too late, you know? You could call her and see."
"That's not gonna work."
"Well, maybe...maybe it will."
"No, it's not. You want to know why? 'Cause she's got some guy's arm wrapped around her neck, and it's 'complicated', okay?"
"Look Harry, we didn't know from the start if thinman was real or not. I...okay, look, maybe I had some inside knowledge, okay, but does it really make a difference if we keep it going for the fans? They'll never know."
"I'll know. You made a chump out of me Ed."
"Harry, we can get through this. We just debunk thinman and then we go back to Ghostfacers."
"I can't. I can't trust you anymore Ed."
"Oh, come on Harry."
He just walks by him and sits in the recliner in the room.
"I get it. You're pissed, okay? And...and you don't mean what you say. But Harry, just tell me what you need. I'll go get some coffee, and...and you can stay here and chill."
He does so, and Sam meets Ed out in the hallway.
"Hey, how did it go?"
"It um, went, uh...um..." He says before going down to the coffee machine, Sam going into the room.
"Hey. You okay?"
"I just got punched right in the feels. Um...none of it was real, Sam. Ed was just pretending and now he wants me to pretend, like this is just something I could get past."
"I know what you mean. Look, there are things you can forgive, and there are things you can't."
"So which one is this?"
"That's something you got to figure out for yourself."
Then there was a knock on the door and Dean and myself walk in.
"Hey. Uh..we gt a bead on those tire treads, if you want to..."
Sam nods, looks at Harry and he nods too, before Sam himself joins us.
"So, what's up?"
"So, the tires were only made for one kind of car. It's a 1989 Geo Metro. Town this small...there's only one registered here. Deputy says it belongs to a guy named Roger who works night security own at the mill on the north side of town."
"So this thing teleported, but it has a job and a car. What are we dealing with?"
"Let's go find out."
We head out and Ed goes back into the room after having heard us.
"Oh. Sam and Dean and Brook caught something, so they're gonna clean up your mess."
"You're right. It is my mess. I should be the one out there cleaning it up."
"You'd just make it worse. Oh, what? You were fine leaving Sam and Dean before. Why not now?"
"I don't want to be a jellyfish spine anymore Harry."
"Jellyfish don't have spines."
"Exactly. Before the heartache, before the lies, we set out to help people, right?"
"Yeah. Mostly."
"So there's no reason not to get out there an do what we mostly set out to do."
"Harry, I-I can make this right for the both of us."
"We can make it right."
"Y-you mean you want to come with me?"
With the three of us, we pull up to the mill, seeing the deputy there waiting for us.
"Deputy?"
"I thought we said my partners and I would take care of this."
"Look guys, my boss is AWOL. We don't have a warrant. My ass is on the line if this thing goes sideways."
"Alright just stay back."
Sam goes to pick the lock only to find the door open already. We have our guns ready an head in. And just then we were shocked and passed out.
"Always wanted to use these things."
When we do wake up however, we're handcuffed to various parts of the mill, Dean being handcuffed to a chair as the deputy sets everything up from cameras, and etc.
"So, you're thinman huh? That would make sense if it didn't look like you just ate a fat camp. Oh god, make him stop."
"Hey, so what's the deal? Are you, Norwood? You a demon? I mean, how did you teleport back at the diner?"
"Team effort."
And just then, thinman does walk in, and it's a guy in a mask and costume.
"So, there was no teleporting...just a couple of douche bags doing the 'Scream' thing."
"Wait, I know who you are. You're the busboy from the diner. So what, you just wanted to kill your boss?"
"Trey was a dick."
"And what about Casey? What did she do?"
"Yeah, she was an innocent girl."
"She wouln't go out with me, so I set her up with someone else...my knife."
"Sicko." I grumble.
"Good one, Rog."
"I see the sheriff didn't make it out of town."
"Oh he really should've given me the time off I asked for."
"So you killed him?!"
"I didn't kill anyone. Roger did. He's the psycho. I'm the visionary. I don't blame you for underestimating me. Everybody does. Fancy fed, coming in here, treating me like a paper monkey from the get-go. But I was thinman the whole time. Do you have any idea how good that felt?"
"No sicko, I can't say that I do."
"Yeah, pretty boy doesn't know what it's like to feel invisible...to grow up in a town of 300 people and nobody sees you."
"They didn't see us."
"So, how did you two meet? Wackjob.com?"
"No. Just a couple of schmoes in an empty bar. We hit it off. Turns out, me and Rog, we're both total conspiracy-theory junkies. And then we found thinman, and, bam. We blew up all over the message boards."
"So what is this then? Some sort of twisted cosplay?"
"Cosreal. You know, blogging was fun, but..."
"But let me guess, you wanted something more."
"You realize what you two jackasses are doing doesn't make you thinman. It makes you copycat killers."
"It makes me thinman. And you're not telling anyone I'm not, 'cause you'll be too dead to talk."
"Show time."
"You three are lucky ducks. You're the stars of our best video yet. And when it goes viral, everyone will know thinman's real."
"And...action!"
"Wait, no no no no. Don't!"
Just then there's a thud, which makes them stop. To keep up from screaming out for help, in usual fashion, tape is put over our mouths. Little did we know, Ed and Harry had followed us.
"Harry..."
Harry turns and sees thinman, only to get kicked right in the crotch.
"Oh, he got me! He got me back!"
"It's scooby doo time, douche bag. Take off the mask. I know you're not thinman. You're just a me-me."
"Ed, it's pronounced meme."
"It's spelled m-e-m-e, though."
"The second 'e' is silent. Yeah."
"You're a me-me...a-a man-meme, and I invented you." Ed says before he's hit over the back from the deputy.
"Good to know."
"Oh, sh-"
"I'm a lover of classics Ed. And what we have here is a 'Frankenstein' situation. I mean, wow, the creator. I mean, we...we were gonna let one of you guys live to tell our story. But now, once you two are dead, there'll be no proof that thinman was your brainchild." The deputy says as he leads Ed and Harry out to where we are, only to find out that we had escaped.
We get them by surprise and a fight breaks out. Roger ends up dead as Dean had stabbed him. The deputy was still alive though and cocks his gun.
"Wait, no! No! No! No, look. Look at me. Okay? It's all my fault."
"I got enough bullets for the both of you."
There's a gunshot and he ends up dead. We look over to see that Harry had shot and killed him. We left both bodies there and cleared the area, going back ot to the cars.
"So, are we good in there?"
"Yeah. With the thinman footage and the way I set the bodies, there should be enough breadcrumbs to make it look like those two psychos offed each other."
"They were just people, man. They weren't...demons. They weren't monsters. They...were just frickin' people."
"Yeah well, like I said, people are sick."
"S-so...are we cool?" Ed asks Harry.
"I don't think we ever will be."
"I mean, you know we made it right. We uh...we beat the guys. This could be our shot to start the old Ghostfacers again."
"I came here with you to finish this thing with thinman. I wasn't just closing a chapter Ed. It was the whole dang book."
"But you saved my life back there."
"I killed a guy Ed."
"He was a bad guy Harry."
"He was a guy Ed. Too many people have died 'cause of your crap."
"I've done all this crap for us and I-I don't know why you don't see that."
"No. No. You did this for you. Ed, there's a lot of things I can forgive, but this isn't one of them."
"So, what does this mean about us?"
"It means...it's complicated." He says as he walks over to us.
"Can I get a ride from you guys?" He asks us.
"Yeah, sure." Dean nods and we all get into the car, driving off and away from Ed.
"Harry, you okay?"
"Yeah. I mean, no. You roll with a guy so many years, you start to think he's always gonna be next to you. Like when you're old and you're drinking on the porch, he'll be in that other rocking chair. And then something happens, and you realize that other chair has gone empty. You know what I mean?"
It's the dead of night, this teenage girl has music going in her bedroom and she was obsessed with taking selfies of herself as she was doing it right there in the bedroom. It wasn't until she heard a door close that she stopped her obsessive selfie picture-taking for a moment.
"Mom? Mom, are you home?"
She shrugs it off and closes her door, before going back to taking the selfies. Once she was done, she scrolls through them and she comes across one picture where there's this creepy guy standing behind her. She starts to scroll through more to see the same guy standing there. She then turns around to see him, and then the lights go out. She hurries into the closet and hides, calling 911.
"911. What is your emergency?"
"There's someone in my room."
"What is your location? Can you give us a location ma'am? Are you still there? Ma'am, please do not hang up. I've begun tracing your call, but I need you to stay on the line for me."
But the man had ended up in her closet and initially killed her, as the 911 operator kept telling her to stay on the line.
Men of Letters Bunker
Dean and I had of course heard about the unexplained murder the next day, so we packed up our things and proceeded to head out. But before we could, Dean notified Sam on what was going on.
"Dean, Sam should come. I mean we all work together as a team remember?"
"Alright. We'll be back."
"Wait. Where you headed?"
"Washington. I caught a case."
"You want me to come with?"
"See?"
"Do you want to come?"
"On a hunt? Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know man. 'Cause lately with you, up is down and down is sideways, you know? I-I...I don't know what you want. Okay. You want in? Fine. Sure thing. Photo leaked from the crime scene. Girl was murdered in her room, doors were locked, the windows were locked."
"Who's the wallflower?"
"Exactly."
"We don't know. That's what we have to figure out."
"But best guess, ghost caught on film. So you're coming."
"Does it look like I'm staying?"
He then packs up his things and we get ready to head out, driving out to Washington and to the house where this murder took place.
"I scrubbed for hours. I'll have to rip up the carpet. My daughter, Casey...she picked out the color herself."
"We're...very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Miles. You mentioned Casey had no known enemies. What about at home? Anything unusual you may have noticed? Uh...electricity acting up or lights...flickering, TV on the fritz?"
"No, no fritzing. No cold spots either."
"Sorry. Out of curiosity, uh...why do you mention cold spots?"
"I'm sorry. That must sound strange, but...it's been three days since...and the police have found nothing. I'd h...I'd have to sell my house to afford a private investigator, so when the supernaturalists called..."
"Supernaturalists?" I question.
"I know to the FBI it's not exactly orthodox. But these men had answers that no one else had, and I...I owe it to Casey...to listen."
"Now, they...they brought up cold spots in relation to...?"
"Signs of the paranormal, I suppose. They're coming by today to take a look."
"And did these supernaturalists give you a name?"
She tells us and we find out where they were, heading there.
"Son of a bitch." Dean remarks as we then head inside the diner the van was parked outside of.
"Oh wow, look. We got two more followers."
"Mm."
"Yeah. Harry, I think it's from that library interview we did."
"Nice."
"Hey pal? Hmm? What did Dana post?"
"No, it's just...she changed her profile pic, and it's cropped, but you can clearly see a guy's arm around her. And she's smiling like the dickens."
"Yeah. Uh, it...it could be a platonic...arm that's touching her."
I just follow Sam and Dean and before I know it, they've sat down next to two guys in a booth.
"Ah, the Winchesters. Yay."
"Says nobody."
"Ever."
"But who is this little hot thing with them?"
"Alright stop. Shut up and listen. This is how it's gonna go. You two clowns are gonna get into that mystery machine outside, and you're gonna leave town or I'm gonna put holes in your knees."
"Can I get you guys anything? Something uh.."
"Uh, we're ready for the bill."
"Hey. There's still crud on this plate. Now hit the sinks and do it right."
"Sorry Trey."
"Ahh, first of all, you guys don't scare us."
"Not at all."
"Say 'hola' to my little pistola."
"And I supposed to be impressed with that treasure trail or the lady gun you got hiding your uh, pants there?"
"Uh...both? Look, whether you like it or not, we are handling this situation."
"Yup."
"Really?"
"Mmhmm."
"'Cause I see a couple of fame whores who are pointing a camera at a mom who just lost her kid."
"Guys, we are investigators, and we have every right..."
"No. No, you don't. You know why? 'Cause you're just gonna get in our way."
"Or you're gonna get somebody else killed."
"That's right. So, you can either walk out of here...or crawl. Up to you."
"Oh my god, Menudo. Will you guys relax? We know what we're doing."
"Not from the stories I've heard." I snicker.
"Really? And what about the rest of the bad news bears, huh? Where's the...where's the fat one? And...and the girl? There was a girl right?"
"They...we dropped them. They were...they were dead weight."
"Well, t-they're still alive."
"They're...no, they're totally alive."
"I see. So, it's just the, uh, dumpy duo then. Well, that's great. So here's the deal. A ghost...will land you two dead in five seconds flat."
"A ghost? Oh. They think it's a ghost. It's so not a ghost."
"Okay. We'll bite. What do you think it is?"
"Can I...Can I do it this time?"
"You got it."
"Okay. I've waited all my life for this. Amazon me, bitches."
"I will shoot you...bitches."
"Like we were saying, you were just going, right? Great."
"Good talk." Dean says, before motioning me to follow them out.
"50 shades of way too much protein."
We head to a motel to do some research, and of course the first thing we do is look up their website. Well Sam does anyway.
"Uh...guys?"
"What do you got?" I ask, coming over.
"Ed and Harry wrote a book."
"What?"
"Yeah. Uh, 'The Skinny on Thinman'. By America's foremost supernaturalists.
"What the hell's a thinman?"
"I don't know. Um...whoa. Check that out though." Sam says as he goes to a picture from the excerpt and it shows this creepy looking guy in the background with no face.
"So, that's Thinman?" I ask.
"That does kind of look like whatever was behind Casey Miles, right?"
"Or Garth if somebody shaved his face off. Big whoop."
"Here we go. Uh, 'Thinman - an urban legend started on the world wide web...lurks in the background of his victims' lives until he's ready to kill them'."
"Yeah, because everything started on the internet is true. Like uh, oh, the shark attacking a helicopter...they write the book on that one too?"
"Dude, real or not, thousands of people have posted to the site. It's like Thinman is the new bigfoot or something."
"Or Thinman is just a ghost with a brand name."
"You're saying that 'cause you really think it's a ghost or because you don't like the Ghostfacers?"
"Probably the second option." I nod.
"Hey, don't forget...we hit EMF in Casey's room."
"Right, but the house was next door to power lines, which can affect the read."
"Exactly."
"A girl died in a locked room guys. Spells 'ghost' right there."
"Maybe it got in there before it was locked up. Who knows Dean? But how can people all over the world see the same ghost? Spirits don't exactly hop around."
"I know that. But right now, the veil is all kinds of screwed, okay? Ghosts could be popping up anywhere."
"Yeah, but Dean, Thinman sightings date back a couple years. The veil's only been a problem for that, the last six months?"
"Well, you know, people still see Elvis all over the damn place. Look, all I'm saying is those douchewheels ain't experts on crap."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm checking the local deaths to see if there's any candidates for ghosts."
In the meantime, the Ghostfacers had gone to the house where the murder took place, camera set up and ready to go.
"The closet...the setting of the sunset of Casey's life. Harry."
"Yeah."
"Come on man, would you please stop Facebook stalking your ex-girlfriend?"
"I was right. She changed her relationship status to 'it's complicated'. What does that even mean?"
"Who cares? You broke up with her. Everything about that girl is complicated. Okay, I mean, she gets the cream puffs, she tells you to take out the filling. They're just puffs."
"Yeah, that was some pretty messed up stuff."
"Mmhmm."
"Uh, okay. I'm...I'm sorry. Mm. Okay. I'm good. Back on game. Yeah. We're so close to finding Thinman, Ed. Mmhmm. I can smell him. I can smell his musk. Mmhmm."
"Closer than ever. This is really serious Harry."
"Yeah."
"I mean, the Winchesters and that chick are here, and you know, I don't want my knees blown off by Sam and Dean. Have you ever thought that we might just, you know, bail on this?"
"What? What the...what the hell is wrong with you?! We can't let those jockstraps steal our glory. No one cares what they think. They don't even have a Twitter. We're gonna fin Thinman Ed, for our families, for Dana."
"Oh, so it's about your ex eating her words?"
"It's about making all the haters eat their words. Maggie and Spruce...the just...deserters. They want to lead a 'normal life'. I mean, what is that."
"Screw them."
"Screw them."
"Right?"
"When we find Thinman, are they gonna be on 'Dr. Phil'?"
"No."
"We're gonna be on 'Dr. Phil'."
"Hell yeah. Press 'record' buddy."
"You got it. Wait for it."
"You ready?"
"Yep."
"The bedroom of a teenage girl is meant for two things. Giggles and joy. Until one night, Thinman turned the giggles into blood."
"Oh! You are so money right now."
"You like that?"
"This is good stuff. And it's gonna pay off in ladies Ed. Lots of ladies. We're gonna need...we're gonna need snorkels, 'cause we're gonna be swimming around in so much..."
"Thought you boys might be thirsty." Casey's mother says as she comes in with drinks.
"Please. That sounds delicious."
"Okay. Alright, over the past six months, there have been three unnatural deaths in Springdale, none of them connected to Casey Miles, and none of them violent."
"That really helps."
"Okay, that's not exactly a recipe for a vengeful spirit. There have been a bunch of unexplained deaths pinned on Thinman. Um, a vic dies, then a couple weeks later, a photo pops up of the vic with Thinman photobombing."
"So, Thinman's stalking folks?"
"According to the lore."
"According to the idiots. How come none of these vics pinged our radar?"
"I'm pretty sure the mysterious deaths can be chalked up to non-supernatural causes. That and honestly, most of these photos look pretty fake."
"Even Casey's?"
"Except Casey's. Casey's photo...wasn't doctored. Whatever was behind her...was really there."
"Okay, well that doesn't make any sense. I mean, how could something be both real and fake at the same time?"
"Well, a girl is dead, and that's about as real as it gets."
"Alright, so, the last thing she did was she took a photo on her phone. How did that photo end up online?"
"No clue. It was originally posted to a Thinman fan forum, but the I.P. address was blocked."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. This thing has fans? Of course it does. Okay, well, then somebody wanted this photo on the internet, and I'm guessing that the ghost didn't hop online to post it."
We then grab our things and head out to the nearest police station to find out more about Casey's death and possibly look at the criminal evidence from the scene.
"Is the uh, sheriff around? There's a couple questions we'd like to ask him."
"Uh, sorry to disappoint. Sheriff's on a hunting trip. But uh, I appreciate you agents being here. I could use all the help I can get."
"Wait a second. Was this cracked when you found it?" Sam asks as he holds up the phone the pictures were taken on.
"Yeah man. Maybe she dropped it? 911 call went dead at 11:59."
"Wait, what time was the photo posted?"
"Around 2:00 am."
"But the coroner has the death at midnight. How could she have posted the photo from her phone? That...that's impossible."
"Or supernatural."
"What?"
"Why would you say that?"
"A couple fellas came by, uh, asking questions about the girl's death, suggested they might be able to help. They uh, gave me a book they wrote about, um..."
"Thinman?"
"Yeah."
Dean just nods, closes the folder and walks out.
"Not a fan?"
"Him, not really."
Meanwhile at a local diner, the manager was checking receipts or something like that from the day, when there was a knock on the window. He goes over to check it out, but there's nothing there. He goes back to his work, before there's the tapping noise again. He turns the security cameras on and scrolls through them, to see if he can see anyone. On one camera, someone walks by it, then he switches to the camera in the diner and that same person is behind him, and of course he gets killed as soon as he turns around. Of course we hear about it and the next day we go to check it out.
"Agents, thanks for coming."
"What are these two crapshoots doing here?" Dean asks about Ed and Harry.
"Yeah, I mean...they're not FBI or anything like that."
"I figured it wouldn't hurt to go a little 'medium', you know? Uh...two counties over, folks were combing the place for a poor little dead boy back in August. The cops let a psychic do her thing. Shish, bang, boom...found a body a day later."
"Uh huh. Excuse me."
"Is there any uh, security cam footage?"
"Uh, yeah just..." He trails off, leading us over to where it is while Dean deals with Ed and Harry.
"Hey. I thought I told you to beat it."
"Oh, well, what are you gonna do? You gonna out me, 'agent'?"
"Okay look, playing paparazzi at a crime scene...who does that help but yourselves?"
"The bloggers Dean, the believers...everyone who needs just a little proof to know that thinman is out there."
"Wait, so you're saying there's a lot of folks online that are pretty die-hard about this thing?"
"Oh yeah."
"Uh huh. You throw the right Tibetan symbol into the mix, you dumb asses ever think the thinman comes to life as a Tulpa?"
"Because thousands of people can agree that thinman is any one thing? The lore changes blog to blog. He's not a Tulpa."
"Okay alright, alright. Right here, right now, cut the crap. Do either of you actually know what thinman is?"
"No. We just play supernaturalists on TV."
"We have no idea what we're doing. Of course we do."
"Thinman is part man, part tree."
"Some people believe that he emerged from the nightmare of an autistic boy."
"Alright, so you have no idea."
"Fellas, you wanna see this."
"Alright, check it out."
We see the same exact footage the manager saw, including himself being slashed across the throat and killed.
"Whoa."
"Alright, so how did he jump from the parking lot to the diner. The doors were locked?"
"The footage shows Trey locked them 10 minutes before."
"Locked, not locked, it doesn't matter. Everyone knows thinman can teleport."
"I didn't even get a blip on my EMF."
"So maybe it's not a ghost."
"You feds believers now?"
"Okay uh...we're gonna go. Uh, good work deputy, agent."
"Let's go. Let's go man."
"See it again."
That night, Ed and Harry were on the road.
"Holy wow. Someone posted the diner footage of thinman in the comments section of our blog."
"Who?"
"Who cares? Maintain current velocity."
"Hey, wh-why are you putting your ninja outfit on?"
"I'm not gonna wait for someone else to die. I'm gonna find thinman tonight."
"Where?"
"The woods, obvi."
"Uh, that's kind of general."
"Well, the lore says that thinman hangs out by trees, and the woods is where trees hang out. Two kills in town...local woods is the best bet."
"Two people are dead...really dead. And I just keep thinking that you know, I just keep thinking that Sam, Dean and whoever that chick is should just take over."
"First of all, hell no. And...and quit raining on my rainbow."
"Rainbows can't happen without rain."
"Don't try to use science with me. This is about a-a feeling. And we can't quit when we're so close to finding thinman and finally making up for everything we've lost because of...what we do."
"Okay, it wouldn't be the worst idea though, you know, if we leave it to the professionals."
"We are the professionals Ed."
"So, the woods?"
"Any woods Ed. Any woods."
"Okay."
With the three of us, we had sat down and did more research while just hanging out and having some drinks and food.
"Just grasping at straws here, but when I think 'teleport', I think 'Crossroads Demon'."
"Mm."
"Very true." I nod.
"Demon that likes to stab and watch YouTube. Why not?"
"Oh, by the way, speaking of which, the video of uh, Trey getting knifed...it's already online. It has like, 2,000 views. It's like somebody wants people to see thinman in action."
"It's 'cause people will watch, 'cause people are sick."
"Exactly."
"And when did 'viral go from that baby chimp falling out of a tree to killer 'candid camera'?"
"You know what video would have gone viral, if we still had it? When you were five and you got dressed up as Batman and you jumped off the shed 'cause you thought you could fly."
"Awww, cute." I laugh.
"After you jumped first."
"Hey, I was nine, and I was dressed up like Superman, okay? Everybody knows that Batman can't fly."
"Well I didn't know that, I broke my arm."
"I know you did. Man, I drove you to the E.R. on my handlebars. Well, good times."
"Yeah, they were." Sam says after a bit of silence.
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." I offer, getting up and doing so but Ed comes right in.
"Well just come in then." I scoff.
"I got to tell you guys something important, an then the case is yours."
"Harry here solo Ghostfacer, investigating a possible thinman habitat...in the woods. All alone, deep in the woods, a man could lose his marbles being so close to the blade of doom. Lucky for us, I'm really good at marbles."
"Alright, either you bleed Ghostfacers red or you don't. If spruce wanted to start a startup and Maggie's heart was in the roller derby, who am I to stop them? But Harry...I-I couldn't let him give in to his girl. I mean, she...she called the Ghostfacers stupid. Stupid! Can you...can you believe that? You know, I-I don't care how much money her daddy's hedge fund has. I just couldn't watch Harry become a corporate stooge."
"Okay, this all sounds like sad times at bitchmont high. What does this have to do with the case?"
"Harry was gonna leave, so I needed to give him a reason to stay. I-I made up thinman."
"Thinman stalks his victims, but the tables have turned, my friends. The stalker is now the stalkee."
"So you're saying that this crap is actually crap?"
"One old photo of a butler, a lot of photoshop later, and I posted on one of those horror forums under 'anonymous'."
"And it blew up."
"Yeah. I only faked one case for us, and then we're packing up to go home. When somebody posted a sighting of thinman, so...we went after it, and that's how thinman became a crowdsourced legend. Look, we were at the front of it. It felt like something. It...it was so awesome to have a following, and Harry...he was just...he was so into it."
"Ed, you have to tell him."
"You don't get it. We were the thinman guys. Without the thinman, we're just...guys...just...we're just puffs."
"Puffs?"
"If I tell Harry, he's gonna leave the Ghostfacers."
"Oh such a tragedy." I scoff.
"Listen, if you don't tell him, he's gonna leave anyway. Trust me here. Secrets ruin relationships."
"Okay, well, I'll just tell him when the time is right."
"Time's right now, chief."
"Well he's...he's not here."
"What do you mean he's not here?"
"Uh, he's...he's out in the woods, uh searching for thinman."
"That's just great."
"Okay, because thinman or whatever the hell this thing is, has killed two people, and now Harry is in the woods alone."
"Well, actually it's more like 'wood', um, 'cause I dropped him off by some trees behind a grocery store. Guys, come on. He's gonna be fine."
I just roll my eyes and that's when the three of us go and get our things together just in case.
"Guys?"
"Alright, what we have here is a, uh...it's a...it looks like a formation of sticks in the shape of a pile. Could have been left here for us by thinman. What was that? Oh! Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. We are not alone."
And then thinman appears behind him, and he gets slashed against the midsection and starts to go after him. We were already quickly on our way there and Dean slammed on the brakes when we saw that Harry was in the middle of the road. We all quickly get out and see that Harry has been hurt, and he almost collapses, but Sam and Dean rush towards him and hold him up. After making sure he's stable, Sam finds something to cut off the bleeding wrapping and ties it around him.
"Too tight?"
"Nope. No, I'm good."
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm just gonna have to staple it when we get back to the motel. We were right Ed! Thinman's real."
"Yeah. Some fresh tire tracks back over there. I took some photos."
"What for?"
"Because that car might belong to whoever knifed you."
"Well, whoever cut me was thinman, and thinman doesn't drive. It was thinman, jackass! I mean, I shouldn't have to connect the dots for you guys. I figured, you know, you're all intelligent, m-maybe."
"Um, Harry."
"What?"
We all went back to the motel, Dean and I went and checked out the tire tracks in the woods, while Sam stayed back at the motel, staying outside the room as Harry and Ed had their talk. Ed of course telling Harry that he made up thinman.
"Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Because I-I don't know...I thought you were gonna get mad."
"Oh good guess Ed. I am mad. I'm really really mad at you right now."
"I-I can see that."
"You crashed the jenga tower of our lives. I was gonna get married. I left her to run around with you, living some lie."
"Well, at least we were living it together."
"Seriously? Seriously?"
"If I hadn't struck gold with thinman, you'd be doing a boring job, doing boring numbers, answering to Dana's dad. Okay? I saved you bud."
"Saved me? From what?! From living a nice life? From not getting stabbed? How selfish can you be?"
"Well, maybe it's not too late, you know? You could call her and see."
"That's not gonna work."
"Well, maybe...maybe it will."
"No, it's not. You want to know why? 'Cause she's got some guy's arm wrapped around her neck, and it's 'complicated', okay?"
"Look Harry, we didn't know from the start if thinman was real or not. I...okay, look, maybe I had some inside knowledge, okay, but does it really make a difference if we keep it going for the fans? They'll never know."
"I'll know. You made a chump out of me Ed."
"Harry, we can get through this. We just debunk thinman and then we go back to Ghostfacers."
"I can't. I can't trust you anymore Ed."
"Oh, come on Harry."
He just walks by him and sits in the recliner in the room.
"I get it. You're pissed, okay? And...and you don't mean what you say. But Harry, just tell me what you need. I'll go get some coffee, and...and you can stay here and chill."
He does so, and Sam meets Ed out in the hallway.
"Hey, how did it go?"
"It um, went, uh...um..." He says before going down to the coffee machine, Sam going into the room.
"Hey. You okay?"
"I just got punched right in the feels. Um...none of it was real, Sam. Ed was just pretending and now he wants me to pretend, like this is just something I could get past."
"I know what you mean. Look, there are things you can forgive, and there are things you can't."
"So which one is this?"
"That's something you got to figure out for yourself."
Then there was a knock on the door and Dean and myself walk in.
"Hey. Uh..we gt a bead on those tire treads, if you want to..."
Sam nods, looks at Harry and he nods too, before Sam himself joins us.
"So, what's up?"
"So, the tires were only made for one kind of car. It's a 1989 Geo Metro. Town this small...there's only one registered here. Deputy says it belongs to a guy named Roger who works night security own at the mill on the north side of town."
"So this thing teleported, but it has a job and a car. What are we dealing with?"
"Let's go find out."
We head out and Ed goes back into the room after having heard us.
"Oh. Sam and Dean and Brook caught something, so they're gonna clean up your mess."
"You're right. It is my mess. I should be the one out there cleaning it up."
"You'd just make it worse. Oh, what? You were fine leaving Sam and Dean before. Why not now?"
"I don't want to be a jellyfish spine anymore Harry."
"Jellyfish don't have spines."
"Exactly. Before the heartache, before the lies, we set out to help people, right?"
"Yeah. Mostly."
"So there's no reason not to get out there an do what we mostly set out to do."
"Harry, I-I can make this right for the both of us."
"We can make it right."
"Y-you mean you want to come with me?"
With the three of us, we pull up to the mill, seeing the deputy there waiting for us.
"Deputy?"
"I thought we said my partners and I would take care of this."
"Look guys, my boss is AWOL. We don't have a warrant. My ass is on the line if this thing goes sideways."
"Alright just stay back."
Sam goes to pick the lock only to find the door open already. We have our guns ready an head in. And just then we were shocked and passed out.
"Always wanted to use these things."
When we do wake up however, we're handcuffed to various parts of the mill, Dean being handcuffed to a chair as the deputy sets everything up from cameras, and etc.
"So, you're thinman huh? That would make sense if it didn't look like you just ate a fat camp. Oh god, make him stop."
"Hey, so what's the deal? Are you, Norwood? You a demon? I mean, how did you teleport back at the diner?"
"Team effort."
And just then, thinman does walk in, and it's a guy in a mask and costume.
"So, there was no teleporting...just a couple of douche bags doing the 'Scream' thing."
"Wait, I know who you are. You're the busboy from the diner. So what, you just wanted to kill your boss?"
"Trey was a dick."
"And what about Casey? What did she do?"
"Yeah, she was an innocent girl."
"She wouln't go out with me, so I set her up with someone else...my knife."
"Sicko." I grumble.
"Good one, Rog."
"I see the sheriff didn't make it out of town."
"Oh he really should've given me the time off I asked for."
"So you killed him?!"
"I didn't kill anyone. Roger did. He's the psycho. I'm the visionary. I don't blame you for underestimating me. Everybody does. Fancy fed, coming in here, treating me like a paper monkey from the get-go. But I was thinman the whole time. Do you have any idea how good that felt?"
"No sicko, I can't say that I do."
"Yeah, pretty boy doesn't know what it's like to feel invisible...to grow up in a town of 300 people and nobody sees you."
"They didn't see us."
"So, how did you two meet? Wackjob.com?"
"No. Just a couple of schmoes in an empty bar. We hit it off. Turns out, me and Rog, we're both total conspiracy-theory junkies. And then we found thinman, and, bam. We blew up all over the message boards."
"So what is this then? Some sort of twisted cosplay?"
"Cosreal. You know, blogging was fun, but..."
"But let me guess, you wanted something more."
"You realize what you two jackasses are doing doesn't make you thinman. It makes you copycat killers."
"It makes me thinman. And you're not telling anyone I'm not, 'cause you'll be too dead to talk."
"Show time."
"You three are lucky ducks. You're the stars of our best video yet. And when it goes viral, everyone will know thinman's real."
"And...action!"
"Wait, no no no no. Don't!"
Just then there's a thud, which makes them stop. To keep up from screaming out for help, in usual fashion, tape is put over our mouths. Little did we know, Ed and Harry had followed us.
"Harry..."
Harry turns and sees thinman, only to get kicked right in the crotch.
"Oh, he got me! He got me back!"
"It's scooby doo time, douche bag. Take off the mask. I know you're not thinman. You're just a me-me."
"Ed, it's pronounced meme."
"It's spelled m-e-m-e, though."
"The second 'e' is silent. Yeah."
"You're a me-me...a-a man-meme, and I invented you." Ed says before he's hit over the back from the deputy.
"Good to know."
"Oh, sh-"
"I'm a lover of classics Ed. And what we have here is a 'Frankenstein' situation. I mean, wow, the creator. I mean, we...we were gonna let one of you guys live to tell our story. But now, once you two are dead, there'll be no proof that thinman was your brainchild." The deputy says as he leads Ed and Harry out to where we are, only to find out that we had escaped.
We get them by surprise and a fight breaks out. Roger ends up dead as Dean had stabbed him. The deputy was still alive though and cocks his gun.
"Wait, no! No! No! No, look. Look at me. Okay? It's all my fault."
"I got enough bullets for the both of you."
There's a gunshot and he ends up dead. We look over to see that Harry had shot and killed him. We left both bodies there and cleared the area, going back ot to the cars.
"So, are we good in there?"
"Yeah. With the thinman footage and the way I set the bodies, there should be enough breadcrumbs to make it look like those two psychos offed each other."
"They were just people, man. They weren't...demons. They weren't monsters. They...were just frickin' people."
"Yeah well, like I said, people are sick."
"S-so...are we cool?" Ed asks Harry.
"I don't think we ever will be."
"I mean, you know we made it right. We uh...we beat the guys. This could be our shot to start the old Ghostfacers again."
"I came here with you to finish this thing with thinman. I wasn't just closing a chapter Ed. It was the whole dang book."
"But you saved my life back there."
"I killed a guy Ed."
"He was a bad guy Harry."
"He was a guy Ed. Too many people have died 'cause of your crap."
"I've done all this crap for us and I-I don't know why you don't see that."
"No. No. You did this for you. Ed, there's a lot of things I can forgive, but this isn't one of them."
"So, what does this mean about us?"
"It means...it's complicated." He says as he walks over to us.
"Can I get a ride from you guys?" He asks us.
"Yeah, sure." Dean nods and we all get into the car, driving off and away from Ed.
"Harry, you okay?"
"Yeah. I mean, no. You roll with a guy so many years, you start to think he's always gonna be next to you. Like when you're old and you're drinking on the porch, he'll be in that other rocking chair. And then something happens, and you realize that other chair has gone empty. You know what I mean?"