As Ed and Harry run around the house, scared out of their minds, Mr. Mordechai Murdoch tracks them down quickly. His spirit looking for a vengeance, his footsteps barely heard as he was a ghost.

These two men were stupid. Believed everything they heard. In a sense it was funny, but now this spirit was caused by everyone believing the fake lies and story’s people had come up with over the years.

And everything was getting on your nerves today.

Sam and Dean’s pranks, these two men who were just boys in men’s bodies, and this god-forsaken spirit.

Sam quickly follows behind them as he tucks his gun in his jean waistband, obviously these guns weren’t going to work—this spirits “story” didn’t get out as Ed and Harry’s website crashed. Were they that stupid to believe your guys’ lie?

“Hey!”

Sam yells at the spirit, it quickly turning around with its nasty ass growl in its throat, his breath reeking, smelling it from 7 feet away.

“Come and get me you ugly son of a bitch.”

He hisses out as he opens his arms, Sam’s eyes widening quickly as he swings the axe, Harry and Ed quickly sprinting away as he tells them to run.

Unfortunate part, Sam was quite unlucky when it came to the swing, the axe handle coming up to keep him in place, pressing against his throat as he calls out for you, in hopes for some help. Some help you were.

You froze in place, was he going to die? No. You weren’t going to let your bestfriend die by the cause of you not helping him.