Dean was a sucker for the old stuff so when he catches wind of a retro pizzeria diner that has been causing trouble in a small town, he's all in to drag along his brother and Cas to salt and burn whatever's haunting the place.

"Freddie's Pizzeria." Sam mumbles, sounding unsure as Dean pulls the impala into the empty parking lot.

"I do not understand humans fascination with oddly shaped food." Castiel comments from the backseat, earning a look from Dean.

"Come on, both of you, we haven't had fun in a while. Thought we could gank the son of a bitch and then we can go have some real pizza." Dean says as he opens the door and gets out of the car. He grabs the torches from the trunk of the car as well as a handgun and the other two get out of the car.

Sam gets a crowbar and walks over to the front entrance and they break in, entering a dark, dusty corridor. The ground is tiled, black and white in a chequered pattern. Some of the tiles are cracked, others are stained. Is that blood? Dean shudders. "Man, forget ghosts and bogeymen, I think the air is more of a killer."

Sam chuckles half-heartedly. "I couldn't agree more."

As they shone their torches in different directions they saw various old party decorations strewn across the ground and decimated tables and chairs, the wood rotted.

Footsteps.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, I heard it..." Dean kept his fun cocked and aimed, ready to shoot at a moments notice.

The distant echo of childish laughter can be heard. Sam, Dean and Castiel share a nervous look and a moment later a party hat is launched at Dean's head which he dodges. "Holy sh-"

And then they see it. You. Your small form stood just beyond the light. An outline of a ghostly figure just stood there with a plushie of a pirate fox in its little hand...

The spirit of one of the victims...