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The last few weeks while the Borders have been down, there's been a slowly mounting feeling of oppression settling in over the Deck. Everyone tense, everyone on edge, everyone telling themselves and each other it'll be fine. She's noticed, of course. Even the kids have been reacting, acting out or up for it. The wild get wilder, and the quiet get quieter. But it's all building to a head, she thinks, coming to some big point. An explosion, a deflation, something. A change.
When the Borders open again, there's change, alright. There's talk of people not always ending up where they set out for, of course, but that's not the really interesting part. Neither are the rocks and trees and bushes popping up where they weren't before. That's just landscape, background. No, what's really interesting is the buildings that seem to be appearing, creating a space for themselves without anyone seeing them. Old, abandoned buildings, with no signs of life.
Which is why Tobi's got a bulging messenger bag slung over her shoulder and a flashlight in her free hand, and she's on a beeline course from Spade Castle headed straight for the house she's got all picked out for exploring. It presses all the right buttons, after all: vaguely Victorian style, peeling paint, cobwebby windows, creaky porch, the vague suggestion of something moving inside that's just beyond visible.
Only one explanation. Clearly it's haunted.
When the Borders open again, there's change, alright. There's talk of people not always ending up where they set out for, of course, but that's not the really interesting part. Neither are the rocks and trees and bushes popping up where they weren't before. That's just landscape, background. No, what's really interesting is the buildings that seem to be appearing, creating a space for themselves without anyone seeing them. Old, abandoned buildings, with no signs of life.
Which is why Tobi's got a bulging messenger bag slung over her shoulder and a flashlight in her free hand, and she's on a beeline course from Spade Castle headed straight for the house she's got all picked out for exploring. It presses all the right buttons, after all: vaguely Victorian style, peeling paint, cobwebby windows, creaky porch, the vague suggestion of something moving inside that's just beyond visible.
Only one explanation. Clearly it's haunted.