You’ve known your house was haunted since you were old enough to know what ghosts were. Candles blowing themselves out, shadows in the mirrors, footsteps when you’re home alone, unusual chills, the usual.

After your father passed of unknown causes, you lived alone in the house, rarely left. People in town had started to suspect that you had died too.

One day, you were getting ready for bed, when there was a knock on your door, you went downstairs, opening the door to see two men in suits. A man with brown hair and a nice suit was standing on the steps,a 1967 Impala in your driveway. He claimed to be FBI Agent. ———————————————————————— The Winchesters knew that there was something wrong with that house, they were on the hunt for a demon, and the townspeople all told them to check the old house on the hill, once belonging to a Mr. Clark and his kid, who hasn’t been seen in months. Sam had taken a look at the other homes, while Dean was sent to the Clark house.

Dawning his FBI agent persona, Agent Ford, he knocked on the large wooden door. When a younger person, likely the child of deceased Mr. Clark, answered, looking exhausted, he cleared his throat.

“My name is Agent Ford, I’m here to investigate your father’s death. May I come in?”

Dean asked in his most professional voice.