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    She let out a small gasp and started fiddling with something. Her camera. I picked up mine and shone the light on her and while she was squinting uncomfortably at the glare, I took her SLR in my hand and peered it over. Aside from scratches that were probably there before, there was no damage.
    “It’s fine,” I told her, trying to sound reassuring. “I thought you wrecked the shit out of mine when you ran into me.”
    I patted my camera which made the light bob against her face. She didn’t look very impressed. Who could blame her.
    “You’re right,” I said, before she could. “Who cares? I probably deserve to have this camera smashed.”
    Even though it would put me back at square one. I couldn’t think about that.
    Thump.
    I froze. The sound had come from upstairs. Where I had just been. Where nothing else had been. Unless…
    I looked at her, putting the light closer to her face. It was Bad Cop time again.
    “You sure you came alone?” I whispered.
    She replied, “Are you?”
    I nodded. She didn’t. It then occurred to me that I had no clue what her damn name was. She never offered it up. I didn’t know anything about her.
    This could have all been a trap. They might have known I was coming here. I don’t know how, but maybe they saw the Highlander from a distance. Maybe trespassers were a weekly occurrence. Maybe they lured ghost-hunters here and then robbed them. Or raped them. I’d probably let little miss doe eyes do the honors, but I had no idea how strong her uncle was.
    She dropped her eyes from mine and looked at the window. The only easy way of escape.
    But if she was thinking of running, that meant she was afraid. It meant she didn’t know who, or what, was upstairs.
    And if they didn’t come with her…they were already here.
    I leaned into her and smelled something like a fresh breeze radiating from her neck. It took me a moment to find my tongue, find the words to say, “Are you one hundred percent sure that no one else came with you here?”
    I wanted to pull away for her response but that energy, that smell, kept my nose and mouth locked near her neck for just a few more seconds.
     

EVEN DEEPER
    “Oh come on, just shoot the freaking zombie already!” Matt or Tony yelled at me. I couldn’t tell which one. They both looked the same and sounded the same – deafening.
    I’d been playing video games with Perry’s cousins for the last hour while she checked her emails and we waited for night to fall. My zombie-hunting “skills” seemed just as useless as my ghost-hunting skills and the noises and the graphics were fucking up my equilibrium. I mean, shit. After what went down in the car, running into that psycho, Dame Edna lady again, I was surprised it took me this long to realize everything was doing my head in. I had enough.
    “That’s it,” I said, throwing my controller down on the couch and getting up. “I’ve died for the last time.”
    The twins made a noise in unison. It sounded like false disappointment. It was eerie.
    Then they continued playing like I had never even been there. Also eerie.
    And nerdy.
    I made my way over the kitchen and started to pull out my notebook from my overnight bag. It still smelled like apple pie here, the one that Perry managed to bake earlier. What possessed her to try baking was beyond my cloudy brain. Just one more thing to scribble down on my mental notepad headlined PERRY and sorted: things I needed to get to the bottom of.
    It was good too. Not the best thing I’ve tasted in my life, but it was good considering she ran-domly cooked it in her uncle’s place. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had homemade apple pie. Had I ever? The only time I could think of was the God awful Christmases with Jenn and her white-ass rich folks, and if I knew them, they probably ordered those pies from some epicurean pie catalogue for old farts.
    But the thing is, it wasn’t so much what it tasted like but what it smelled like. The