Messages From Above. The Good Kind, Though

Mei wrote quickly on the paper. She had been scrambling around for hours. After her time at the graveyard, she had done her normal routine. She had an apology to a spirit that had to be made. As her incense burned, releasing wisps of smoke in her room, Mei’s spectrometer reached a peak. Cold rushed in as the lights blew out, the smoke trailing and swirling. Someone came.
Mei’s eyes began to water, half from the pungent smell of the incense, and half from happiness. She was getting close to proof if this was right.
Mei’s mind was like an old tape recorder- playing forward, running everything back, and repeating it again. Mei had gotten a taste, and needed more. She quickly scribbled a note on a crumpled napkin, slightly torn from how quickly her pen flew across the paper.
The west roof at 6. The open water providing the opportunity. Spirits could move freely over water, at least, that’s what Nainai said. The next hours went slowly. She ran up the steps early, feeling her clunky rain boots making a light crunch in the snow as she ran over to the pool. After hearing the rusty door squeak shut, Mei could only hear the wind around her. She began to turn around, before hearing another noise in the snow. Whipping around Mei saw two small footprints beside the pool, her face lighting up brighter than the full moon that hung over them. In the blue light, the snow almost shimmered, with Mei watching as the snow indented with quick, sharp, near calligraphic strokes.

Time ran out. Time ran out. Time ran out.

But that seemed to be true for Marie and Mei, as the serene scene was cut off by a resounding scream.

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