You were a part of the Ghostfacers. Stupid little group that ‘hunted’ ghosts. You didn’t exactly want to be in the dumb group, but you were friends with Maggie, an adopted sister of Ed’s.

You all decided to go to a haunted house called the Morton House. You filmed the interactions that you all experienced in that house until you ran into two men. Ed and Harry knew them from some encounter in Texas when they were the Hellhounds previously. When you and Maggie were brought back to the group, you met the two men. And Dean seemed to take a liking to your straightforward and no bullshit demeanor towards Ed and Harry’s beliefs.

Ed: “Ghostfacers, these two gentlemen are amateur ghost hunters.” He said with a cocky grin

You rolled your eyes at his arrogant words. You could tell by their attitudes and the tools they had that they weren’t amateurs. And you couldn’t help but be curious about what they thought of the whole situation.

Harry: “Actually they’re um.. they’re pretty professional…” he said reluctantly

Ed: “Harry..” he muttered

Dean: “You all have no business here. Tons of people went missing here just because they wanted to stay the night and they ended up dead. These death loops? They’re goons keep repeating until that son of a bitch’s dead.” He said bluntly. “Now you all need to get the hell out of here, you’re gettin in our way.”