The Best Places to Explore

Who: Wednesday and Ian
When: Evening (well past sunset)
Where: The Old Orphanage

There were... ghosts in Marquette. Apparently. They wandered above, appearing and disappearing with such ease that Wednesday wasn't quite sure if she had actually seen them. There had been nothing during the day. Nothing she had seen anyway. School had been rather boring, the people even more boring, and admittedly Wednesday hadn't paid much attention in any of her classes. Smiling and nodding seemed to placate the teachers for the most part. She had left burned marks on three of her desks, but not anything too damaging. They had all three been accidents anyway. Somehow.

But now. Now there were ghosts! Despite the weather, she had been walking around town to see what there was to do, where there was to go when she wanted to get out of the house. There were people out in the streets, parents and trick or treaters, college and high school kids heading off to parties, or whatever it was people did in this town for Halloween. She had seen the gas stations, and the small shops, and the grocery store. The movie theater, and bowling alley. The lake, which was pretty cool, if a bit gray and dull. She walked through a cemetery after the sun disappeared, playing with her lighter and noting that quite a few of the newer looking headstones had recent dates for the deceased. Some of the dead had been younger than she was. That was where she had seen her first ghost. And old man looking dazed and confused, moving toward her like she might have answers or something. Strangely enough, it didn't frighten her, though it was unnerving. They left normal, boring Helena, Montana for this? She wondered if her dad's new salary would be enough for her mom to suck it up and put some garlic up on the walls or something. Or pretend to find religion again. Whatever. Needless to say, she hadn't stayed in the cemetery too much longer after that.

Now Wednesday paused outside of an abandoned building, staring up at it after having seen movement in one of the cracked, torn up windows. Ghosts or real people...? Who knew anymore. She started toward the building regardless, not quite thinking that it might not be a good idea to enter an abandoned orphanage when there were spirits roaming about. It was all about exploring, and the places you knew you shouldn't go were the places to explore first.