Mei Beaumont (Apartment #0307W)

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 ...

“You gotta believe me this time!” Mei stood on the stairs, blocking the way for the other girl standing across from her, arms and legs making her silhouette like a star. “Those two have something planned, and I’m going to need help to get to the bottom of this!” These days, it felt like Maria was the only person who’d ever listen to her. Even though the two had little in common, they shared two important traits. They both had far too much free time, and a strong belief in the supernatural. However, Maria was less keen on ghost hunting than Mei. “I’m not so sure, especially after last time.” Last time? When Mei’s new spectrometer caused a widespread power outage, it was worth it, since she found at least TWO cold spots. That’s two more than normal. “But it’s not even ghosts this time! Cmon, it’ll be great once we prove this is happening! Plus, it involves some information that Mrs. Kissenger would die to hear. It has to do with Suzy Kemp, after all.” Maria’s eyebrow rose. She k...

Mei often thought about her mother despite her best efforts. Of course, she realized that it was for naught, but at that point the woman had become more of a figurehead to represent her purpose. Being raised by her Grandmother meant she used to be like Mei. But she remembered what her mom said, essentially ringing in her ears. However, her introspection is short lived, as her spectrometer began to beep. The graveyard, while normally cold, was almost always dead. Not in the good way. The girl's eyes widened, pushing up her thick, rectangular glasses up her nose as she stared in front of her. There was music. She couldn't quite make out the exact details, it being partially obscured by the noise of the world practically buzzing around her. It was like a ghost left behind, an echo.  "Ya' know you aren't gonna be successful like that." A sharp nasally voice filled up the hall around her, making her whip around, hood falling off her head, braid falling over her...

The day began with the sounds of sirens for Mei. But her ears were ringing, not being filled with enchanting melodies. She curled up further into her sheets, the thins walls failing to block the sound from outside. Rolling over, her drowsiness was soon replaced by an aching head. She'd fallen off her bed. It was going to be one of those  days. But on the bright side, ghosts were supposed to be more active in the morning. At least that's what Nainai said when Mei had visited her and her grandfather when she was younger. " Sunnu , be careful in the mornings." she always said. While her mother was less keen on their shared fixations on spirits, Mei had been undeterred. Her mother called it bullshit. She was wrong. Mei slipped on her rain jacket, and put on her glasses. She couldn't imagine going anywhere without them. After all, what if she found proof? Then she'd just be as foolish as mother said she was. But mother wasn't important. Stepping out the doo...