"You ate him?" Dean cried in horror. "How the hell do you eat a ghost?"

"It wasn't me!" Hayden threw her hands up in defense, "It was Beau."

"Who the hell is Beau?" Dean cried out his horror now mixing with confusion.

"You're lying!" Violet interrupted "you've never once been able to tell the truth Hayden."

"Maybe she's talking about a new sex act," Moria retorted wryly.

"Oh, you're one to talk, little miss granny pin-up." Hayden fired back at the maid.

"Enough!" Vivian cried. Everyone froze turning to her in surprise.

"Hayden, where's Ben?" She asked seriously.
Hayden sighed, her shoulders sinking. "He's dead."

"I don't know how, and I don't know why, but I'm not bullshitting you. I saw Beau eat Ben with my own eyes."

"I heard Ben scream out in pain. It was bloody it was messy and really fucking weird and gross and to be honest I'm really fucking freaked out about it."

"Even if you're telling the truth, wouldn't it be kind of hard to kill someone that's already dead?" Violet countered.

"All the more reason why I wouldn't be lying. If Beau didn't kill him because it's impossible, how would I? And its pretty obvious that Ben isn't here to prove I'm lying"

A hush fell over the group.

"Where did this happen?" Dean asked

Hayden lead them to the same room in the attic.

"Its weird," she said looking around the room, "it sounded messy but you wouldn't believe anything happened in here."

The room looked undisturbed by its most recent horrific events.

"I still think this is some kind of trap." Violet muttered angrily.

"Tell us what happened again." Dean said, looking around the attic. He brought his flashlight out to help him see more in the dimly lit room.

"I was talking to Ben," Hayden recounted, "I was standing in this exact spot."

"Beau was in his usual corner, but he was acting strange."

"Strange how?" Sam interjected.

"Like moaning and crying louder than usual." She ran a hand through her hair raggedly. The stress of the past events frayed her nerves as she brought them to surface to recount them.

"At first I thought it was because he was upset about the argument, that we were bothering him... But he only got louder, and the the light bulb started to flicker a lot."

"The the lights went out."

"Everything happened in a blur, one minute I heard Ben scream, and then disgusting noises likes bones breaking—I don't even understand how. I mean we're dead how is that—how is any of this supposed to happen?" Her voice was frantic as panic fully set it.

"I already died once I don't want to again and definitely not like that—"

"Hayden focus!" Moria cried out interrupting her terror induced rant.

"Just tell us what happened next," she spoke again, her voice softer.

Hayden took a deep breath to steady her nerves, "um, well the next thing was…"

"…It was Beau, and he was standing right in front of me, staring directly at me." She felt a chill run up her spine and wrapped her arms protectively around herself.

"I'd never seen him that alert or focused. He was looking right into my eyes I could tell he was aware of everything that was going on." Her eyes lit up when she remembered a specific detail.

"His eyes!" She cried out, "They were different."

Sam and Dean both turned their full attention to her.

"Different how?" The older brother asked.

"Black." Hayden responded, "They were pitch black, even the whites of his eyes."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Well that's one piece of the puzzle." Dean said.

"Does it mean something?" Vivian asked sensing a shift in the brothers.

"Yeah" Sam answered. "It means ghosts aren't the only problem."

"There's a demon running around here somewhere." Dean added, he was brandishing the colt again.

The ghosts all looked at the brothers in shock.

"You can't be serious?" Violet added.

"It's not all bad" Sam added, he began moving towards the exit, it didn't seem like there was much else to find in the attic.

"If we're dealing with demons that means we might be closer to solving this whole mess."

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Violet responded incredulously, "but demons are bad, so wouldn't their involvement make things worse, not easier?"

"Demons are organized, they stir a lot of shit, but its never for nothing." Dean answered the young girls question."

"And most importantly," Sam added as they descended down the ladder to the main floor. "We know how to kill demons."

"So what now?" Hayden quipped when they were all at the foot on the stairs. Her arms were still crossed but she felt more at ease out of the dank attic.

"It might be a good idea to locate this Beau," Dean suggested, "whether he's demon or ghost, he's connected to all this somehow."

"Where else does he stay beside the attic?" Sam asked the group.

The ghosts looked at each other, unsure. "He's usually just in the attic." Violet responded.

"He comes down sometimes, when his mother visits." Vivian added.

"Constance," Moria continued, "Next door, you've probably met her if you've be investigating thoroughly."

"Yeah we did," Dean responded, "she was the first person we interviewed when we started our investigation."

"Constance and Michael are the only two to survive this house." Violet chimed in. "That has to count for something."

"But that doesn't mean she knows anything," Hayden countered, "she's a huge bitch but I never got the supernatural death lord vibe from her."

"Then why does she keep coming here?" Hayden retorted, "these days she comes here pretty much everyday."

"Its cause that little monster throws a fit when she doesn't."

The group turned in surprise at the sound of an unfamiliar male voice.

Striding down the hall towards them was Chad Warwick.

Sam and Dean relaxed once they saw the other ghosts were familiar with him.

The Male ghost strode right up to Sam.

"So you're the new boys in town everyone can't stop talking about?" he flirted, his eyes looking Sam up and down. "I'm Chad" he extended a hand to the taller man.

Sam blushed at the attention.

"We're kind of strapped for time here." Hayden cut in, "what do you want?"

"Hayden how could you?" Chad responded his tone dramatically incredulous.

"Where's your other half?" Hayden ignored his tone, looking around the room for Patrick, they were always fighting but never apart.

"We broke up." Chad responded bluntly. "Anyways, forget him. I heard about what you guys are doing and I want to help." He continued changing the subject.

Hayden narrowed her eyes suspiciously stepping up to the male ghost.

"This is probably the millionth time you've broken up with him, and easily the least dramatic you've been about it." She walked up to the male ghost. "Something's off." She added her eyes narrowing. "Where's Patrick?" Her stare was cold and unyielding.

Chad stared back at her, an uncomfortable silence fell amongst the others in the room as the atmosphere grew tense.

Suddenly Chad broke into a harsh barking laughter the caught everyone—even Hayden off guard.

The group stared at him partially confused and very much disturbed as the male ghosts' frame shook with a laugh that seemed to consume his being. He bent over clutching his abdomen as the laughter poured out of him.

Violet stepped closer to her mother as a general sense that something was very wrong hung in the air.

Chad's laughter began to die down. "Patrick," he chuckled still hunched over and shoulders still shook even as he stopped laughing.

"Patrick.' He said one more, this time his voice cracked over his lover's name.

A single tear fell from his face landing on the wooden floor.

Chad rose slowly keeping his head down. When he raised it to look at the group, his eyes were black.

"Patrick is dead."