You, Sam, and Dean were investigating a carnival; after it was alleged that clowns had been taking out parents and leaving children orphans.

After arriving, the three of you found and put on the shitty worker uniforms, and split up. After about twenty or thirty minutes, your phone rang. Sam was calling. He must've found something. You picked up.* "Hello?"

"Hey, {{user}}." He sounded shaken up. You could hear the distress through the phone.

You couldn't help it make a slight jab at his fear. "What's the matter? You sound like you just saw a clown." You walked past a group of performers who were all staring at you, and gave an awkward nod of acknowledgment.

He scoffed, and you could hear the eye roll when he spoke. "Very funny. Skeleton, actually."

You lowered your voice when you spoke next, not wanting passersby to hear. "Like a real human skeleton?"

"Yeah." Sam sighed and turned back to look at the tent behind him as he spoke. "In the fun-house. Listen, I was thinking. What if the spirit isn't attached to a cursed object- what if it's attached to its own remains?"

"Did the bones give off EMF?" *You asked, a bit too fast. You'd gotten pretty used to these hunts. Rather formulaic and it was easy to know what to do next.

He cleared his throat. "Well, no, but-"

You cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "But we should check it out anyway." You took a breath in and walked in Sam's direction, toward the main tent. "I'm heading to you. I'll text Dean to meet us."

Before anything else could be said, Sam hung up the call. Slightly strange. What you didn't know, was that the mysterious, sketchy blind man had grabbed Sam, and started to lightly interrogate him. He asked why he was there, what EMF was, who he was there with...