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         Kori sat on the ledge of the picture window, smoke rings floated past her lips and up to the ceiling, then deformed again as the wind from her open window billowed through the curtains. Kori had taken Dan's room after he passed, keeping everything intact, making sure . It made her feel closer to him, even if he was gone. With a sigh, she flicks the cigarette butt out the window. Cracking her knuckles, she stands, packing up the rest of her belongings.

Summer camp.

What could be more enjoyable...

She could probably think of three things off the bat that would be much more enjoyable than sitting around at a camp with other freaks like herself. She didn't care about other people, or learning to use her power. She already knew how to do that. She knew what kind of freakish things were out there in the world. Dead or not.

A cool flash flickers through her room, a dark chuckle tickles the back of her neck.

Without even flinching she sighs, sitting on her suitcase, "Hey, faggot." She says blandly to the spirit standing behind her.

A nineteen year old boy, long dark hair that flopped over his bright blue eyes. His name was Brendan, he died in this very house over 20 years ago before they moved in. He used to taunt Kori all the time, and eventually attached himself to her, following her everywhere. She finally gave up being scared of him, then he got bored of taunting her, so they just became friends.

Brendan was kind of like Kori's guidance by this point, he stuck with her. He reminded Kori of her brother, and she found comfort in that.

"Well, that's not nice, he pretended to be shocked.

Kori sighs, "Never said I was."

""You packed?" He sits down in front of her and she nods vaguely, "Are you even ready for this?"

Kori gives a dry laugh, shrugs and stands with a stretch, "Ready as I'll ever be."