"Right. Let's find Uncle Moneybags and beat him till he tells us what's up with this," Dean stated, passing Sam as he strolled deeper into the ballroom. Something else this place needed was one of those big buffets that stretched from wall to wall. Yeah, that would have made him feel better.
"You know, this feels like some kind of horror movie. Unsuspecting people taken to a house that ends up being some kind of game in which the ghosts pick them off one by one." He returned back to Sam, standing beside him. "Must be someone with money got bored was all I can say. So let's go find him and give him a little entertainment."