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Mei giggled silently, the sound echoing in the empty hall that was filled with shattered glass from the picture frames along the walls. Most had be broken from either Darren or her singing, but other then that about ten years time had done its work. She turned around behind her and nodded satisfied with the footprints left behind on the carpet. Of course Mei was the only one with the ability to solidify herself to do this kind of fun. With her usual morning routine done, Mei dashed along the corridor at a speed the blasted the weeks dust off most of the furniture, a habit she did ever week. She knew guests may arrive or maybe a few humans as entertainment for most of them.

A broken glass case in a room was her next stop. Two items lay preserved in there. A necklace with a red gem that sparkled dimly and keys to a car. Both remenants of Mei's sixteenth birthday. "Worthless items really..." She mumbled and walked out the room, continuing her "dusting".

Darren's wails broke the eerie silence and Mei paused. "Time for the usual pep talk I suppose." With that she walked slowly to the parlor, her footsteps echoing in the house. Alll ghosts must have a time to wake up and either she or Darren seemed to be Andrew's alarm clock. "Why couldn't there be a ghost butler?" She said contemptiously as she rounded the corner and down some steps. It was dark, but the slivers of sunlight provided the lighting. She saw the teapots and cups she had left over the years had begun to spin around on the dozen or so tables she had moved into the parlor quite a few years back. One set spn off th edge of the table and fell to the cracked tile floor with an almighty crash. Mei shook her head gently and walked up to the tortured ghost. "Darren...." She pressed a high C note on the old piano to get his attention. "Is there something wrong?"