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[maybe_youll_die]

"It looks bigger than last time we were here," said Wednesday, standing next to Samara and staring at the abandoned hut, so far from civilization as they knew it. "Haunted houses grow on their own, you know. Like people

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[bringyouluck]

When he wasn't curled up in the dark of his hut, reading or dreaming or clinging to the last wisps of magic left behind by it's last inhabitant, Nothing wandered. He wasn't afraid of getting lost, because really, there wasn't much to come back to. He wouldn't mourn the loss of the compound any more than he mourned the loss of Mother and Father's house. The hut, he'd come to feel belonged to him, but he could make any place his home if he wanted. He could start over and become something else entirely. Something new.

He was surprised to see anyone so far out, but he didn't show it, walking up calmly beside the two girls, hands shoved deep in his pockets and his face half hidden by his collar and the long, sweeping fall of his hair. He waited for one of them to speak, afraid to disturb whatever it was they were conjuring.

[maybe_youll_die]

"We'll start with the ouija board," said Wednesday, who had already begun to feel a presence nearby before they even started. "We should be able to get a message from here. If we try it inside, we might be possessed."

[__badseed]

"Things can only possess you if you let them," said Samara, and for once, with great knowledge. "I used to do it sometimes. Mostly to people who were stupid and didn't know any better."

She glanced over at the arrival. "Hello."

[bringyouluck]

"Everyone wants to be possessed. Deep down," Nothing said quietly, folding his legs easily under him and settling down in the snow beside them.

"Hello."

[youngestqueen]

Lucy wondered if this was a good idea, but didn't say anything of the sort, her hands held nervously behind her back, watching and waiting to see what happened next.

[maybe_youll_die]

"What do you want to start with?" Wednesday asked, examining all the divination materials as they emerged. "Should we look inside to see if anything has changed?"

[__badseed]

"Probably a good idea," said Samara. She began to dig out a flashlight. Sometimes she missed being able to see in the dark. "It's coming up on the anniversary of the murder, so the spirit might be more active."

She glanced at the other girl with mild interest. "Are you scared?"

[youngestqueen]

"Scared? Oh, no, of course not. I've just not done anything like this before." Armies she'd faced down, all sorts of things in Narnia. But never a ghost. Not like this.

[lonewolflives]

"Started with what?" Arya said, jogging lightly through the snow until she was a few feet behind where Wednesday was sitting. Nymeria was off somewhere, she wasn't sure where; off leading a pack of direwolves in the territory formerly belonging to the dinosaurs, unless she missed her guess.

[maybe_youll_die]

"The house is haunted," Wednesday told her matter-of-factly. "We're going to try to communicate with the spirit of the murdered man."

[__badseed]

"It was very gruesome," said Samara. "Do you believe in ghosts? Or not?" This was an important question. She'd seen the older girl around before, but didn't really know her.

[lonewolflives]

I was a ghost, once. I was the ghost in Harrenhal. "I've met a man who came back from the dead and my brother's fought wights," she said, with a shrug. "I don't see why there can't be ghosts."

[che_freeman]

"...what are you doing?"

Huey had been out, walking in the cold and trying to find a way to demonstrate Kumba before the day was over. It seemed like nobody on the island gave a damn that it was the sixth day of Kwanzaa, especially not the black population.

So if his scowl was a little deeper when he came upon the two girls, there was a good reason for it.

[maybe_youll_die]

Wednesday looked at him very calmly. "This hut is haunted," she told him. It really wasn't much of a hut, especially compared to the sort that people were building these days, but all the more reason for the ghost of the murdered man to be bitter and veangeful.

[__badseed]

"We're investigating it, and seeing if the ghost inside is angry. Or anything else," said Samara, trying not to let it be too obvious that this was the first person with such dark skin she'd met up close. "Do you believe in ghosts? You can help."

[che_freeman]

"No, I don't believe in ghosts." Huey said, without even having to think about it twice. He was pretty sure that whatever happened to people when they died, it wasn't hanging around some old hut in the jungle.

"I hope somebody doesn't live here, because they're probably not gonna be too happy about you doing this here."

Though it didn't look like anyone did.