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Allison stared at the old photograph in her hand, as she had for the past hour, studying the faces in it..the location..the old car.

The paper had started to dimple under the moisture of her fingers, but she couldn't put it down. The last thing she wanted to do was to ruin it, the last photo she had of him, but if she put it down, she thought, would it dissappear too? The sepia colors in the photograph seemed to reflect themselves over the tiny attic room she sat in the middle of, the sunlight spilling in from the small yellowed window highlighting the tiny floating dust particles dancing by her face. Somehow, she thought, it made her feel like part of the picture. The quick flash of a voice she didn't recognize echoed in her ear, startling her out of her self-imposed trance. Allison searched the room with her eyes..No one should be home.. A quick glance at her pink sparkley watch made her forget about the voice... A quick expletive and she carelessly pushed her photo into the pocket of her blue dress. She jumped to her feet, to race down the dusty retractable staircase from the attic, clouds of dancing dust pixies floating in her wake. She was late for her own funeral again.





Mick chuckled to himself and took a sip of his coffee. Penny sat across from him at the table, her eyes widened and her skin prickled as the waiter finished his synopsis about the ghost of the Grand Hill Railway Station.



"How do we get there?" Penny was always up for a ghost hunt.



"I guess it's about a half hour from here...down Hill Road. Um...I don't think they give ghost tours.." The waiter suddenly regretted his Grand Hill story, and the lectures from his Aunt about sending the crazies her way with their heads filled with ghost stories suddenly bounced around in his head.



Penny wasn't ready to give up.

"But they give regular tours, right?"



"Um, I guess..."



Mick raised an eyebrow Penny's way. He hated it when she got this excited about something stupid. That'd mean he'd either have to talk some sense into her or be dragged along with one of her crazy ideas.



"Pen, forget it. We don't have time or money for tours. Besides, I thought you didn't want to go on ghost hunts or whatever anymore."



Penny cast a dissappointed stare at her bacon and eggs. The waiter slowly inched away, carrying his coffee pot as if to sheild him from their questions. Then she got an idea.



"Hey! Wait! Waiter guy-um- JOSH!"



Josh looked worried. And he should.