Ghosts of The Past, Not the Good Kind, Though

Mei slinked around the outskirts of the graveyard, as per usual. As much as it is possible for someone to slink when carrying a beeping contraption of taped together devices. As much as she used to find these hunts to be interesting, everything had lost its luster after her encounter with Marie. As iron rusts when it finally goes outside and is used as intended, as a tool, Mei was slowly wilting in her own way as well. Flaking on her normal "scouting missions". No longer carrying around her bulky raincoat wherever she went. It was kind of freeing, in a sense, but at the same time, she missed having pockets. However, the girl was interrupted as the part of her spiritual energy conductor that used to be a metal detector began to go crazy. She darted down the hill, nearly tripping over herself as she did a mixture of a shuffle and a run down the steep incline, before coming to what the signal was coming from- a blue van. Periwinkle, even. It was faded with time, almost a portal to what would've been considered the pinnacle of design in the 70's. Mei's nose scrunched up. No matter how many times she investigated old places, the smell always got her. It was indescribable to her. It was just the smell of age. As she slid open the side door, Mei was surprised to find the van was most likely lived in. It had a bunch of food, fresh. There were some parakeets in the back corner. It'd almost be homely if it wasn't for the ugly interior. Mei was one to set her standards low, but some skeletons should be left in the closet. Mei then realized. If someone lived here, they'd be back, soon enough. She had to go. Shutting the door in a hurry, she scurried away, unaware of the eyes that bored holes into her head, marking her like a bulls-eye.

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