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"Hey guys, it's Martin! I'm coming to you live from a train on the way to Wakeford, West Virginia!"

Martin Chalmers flashed a smile and a wink to his camera phone before panning the viewfinder to out the window of the passenger car. The mighty Blue Ridge Mountains loomed in the distance, covered with tall trees that seemed to shine like jade under the summer sun. It was a scene right of a classic postcard.

"With summer here," Martin continued, "it was as good a time as any to get out of Washington for a while. You can't help but feel rather congested in the city, sometimes, am I right? So for the next three months, I'll be updating my blog from Wakeford. Hopefully, we can find just as many ghost stories and paranormal happenings in the country as in the city."

The viewfinder left the picturesque scene outside the window and returned to the interior of the passenger car. Across from him sat a girl his age with long, straight brown hair and equally brown eyes. She was rather fixated on her smartphone, on which she was texting intently. She didn't even acknowledge him when he called to her.

"And I won't be alone, either. My sister Madeline is coming with me for the trip to help me out. Say hi to my followers, Maddie!"

The girl, Madeline, only texted away, flipping a lock of her hair over her shoulder. Martin cleared his throat, zooming in on his sister.

"I said, 'say hi, Maddie.'"

Yet again, silence. Was she doing this intentionally or was she just focused on getting the next text out.

"Hey, say hi, already!"

She took her eyes off her phone for a moment and gave an angry wave.

"Yo, what up?" she greeted, deadpan. Martin only slapped his hand on his forehead.

"What the hell, Maddie! You're making me look bad, here!"

"One, you do that just fine on your own, and two, I never agreed to help you in your stupid ghost hunts! What do you think this is, a goddamn haunted house?"

"Look, Wakeford gotta have tons of mysteries to be solved. And I'll need help to accomplish that."

Madeline rolled her eyes before returning to her phone. Martin's overzealous nature never failed to vex her.

"You should find something else worth pursuing. Something normal."

"Says the girl who has a gun fetish," Martin sharply rebuked.

"Hey, I've been the best shot since I was six! Dad taught me well."

"Guns won't work against ghosts," the older brother shot back, shutting off his phone for the moment. "Besides, what were you hoping to do in Wakeford? Just text Josh all summer?"

"I'm going to be in an unfamiliar place, after all."

"That's not true; we'll be staying with Grandpa."

"That's not what I mean, Marty! When's the last time we even came out here?"

"Well, I think that was around—"

"That's right. NEVER. So, while we're in the middle of nowhere, I'd like some connection to back home, thank you very much."

Madeline returned to her phone and continued texting. Martin, expecting nothing else from her, only slumped back in his chair and sighed.

"Unbelievable."

After graduating high school one month prior, Martin and Madeline Chalmers received an invitation from their grandfather to stay in Wakeford for the summer. Martin, eager to find new locales and legends for his YouTube channel, naturally agreed. Madeline, more accustomed to city living, and faced with the prospect of being away from her boyfriend, was less inclined. Regardless, both youngsters boarded a train, kissed their family goodbye, and embarked on the three-hour long ride south towards the little West Virginian town.

The prospect of staying in a small town far from civilization tantalized Martin. While Madeline was right that neither had ever ventured to Wakeford, Martin had long dreamed of traveling to see their grandfather's home. Not only for familial reasons, but for the lore surrounding the town.

Martin's supernatural escapades had largely been confined to Washington D.C. and the surrounding area. However, according to his grandfather, Wakeford teemed with stories of monsters, ghosts, and strange goings-on. Folklore dating back to the colonial era (and even earlier) painted an alluring picture for the young ghost hunter. Besides, he wanted his view to be greener than the grey marble and stone he often found in the city.

The young boy sighed. While he knew he should be excited, Madeline's indifference (or outright hostility at worst) would derail his investigations before they even started. He sifted his hand through his ash blonde hair, wondering how to brighten his twin's spirits. However, an announcement from the conductor broke his line of thought.

"NEXT STOP IS WAKEFORD. WAKEFORD. WE ARRIVE IN FIVE MINUTES."

Martin stood up in a panic, taken by surprise by the sudden arrival. It was only three hours ago when they left Union Station! How did time pass so quickly?

Madeline only groaned and quickly sent a last flurry of texts before stowing away her phone in her pocket. Evidently, she was not in the mood for a grand adventure, regardless of whether it was inevitable or not.

While the train was packed, only a few stood up and proceeded to the passenger car vestibules. Wakeford wasn't exactly a place that garnered many visitors. In the words of Madeline, Wakeford was…

"…a Podunk town in nowhere, America."

Well, even if it was a Podunk town in nowhere, it was still the home of family. Family was more important than anything. Even if it meant traversing from the big city to a small mountain town.

The train station was constructed from clapboard painted white with a black roof. Atop the doors leading to the station interior sat a black sign bearing the town name in red cursive letters. The platform stood on stilts and was painted white, with a picket fence around the rims to protect people from falling off. Porters helped passengers with their baggage as they stepped onto the platform while a scant few others moved past each other in a silent, unwitting dance towards the station.

There, standing alone in denim overalls and a white T-shirt, stood an elderly man in his 70s. His wiry grey hair was starting to thin around his scalp. A pair of tortoise shell glasses magnified his bright blue eyes and his handlebar mustache bent to his warm, inviting smile as he called out,

"Hiya, kids! Good to see ya!"

"Hi, Gramps!" Martin greeted jubilantly, throwing his arms around him. "Great to see you too."

"Yeah," Madeline added, somewhat less enthusiastic, as she joined in the hug. "Just great…"

"You kids must be starving after that long train ride. Lucky for y'all, I know just the place in town that should fill ya up."

The two teenagers accompanied their grandfather out of the station and to the small square parking lot out front. There, near the entrance of the station, sat his red Chevrolet pickup truck. It was an older model, boasting a grille, headlights and front hood that were straight out of the 1940s. How this truck was still in such prime condition, neither Martin nor Madeline could hope to know. Their grandfather had to spend quite a bit of time maintaining it himself.

As they pulled away from the station, their grandfather was quick to play the game of catchup all grandparents play.

"So, kids, how's school been? I heard you two graduated."

"Yeah, we did," Madeline revealed, staring out the window listlessly. "I'm so glad that it's over." Their grandfather laughed.

"Yeah, I bet. Started thinkin' 'bout college yet?"

"I have a few places lined up. I haven't heard back from any of them yet, though."

Martin, sitting in the back seat, leaned forward and explained in his grandfather's ear.

"Maddie's not going to college right away. She wants to take a sabbatical and work for a while."

"Oh, that's a good idea. Yeah, you'll gain some good life experience that way."

"And stay with Josh for a little longer," Martin snickered.

Madeline shot a stony glare at her brother who soon retreated to his seat with a snort. Looking out the window, the tantalizing sight of Wakeford laid out before him.

Wakeford, even if it was a "Podunk town in the middle of nowhere," was nonetheless picturesque. A tall mountain cast a long shadow on the town while an old coal mine perched like a bird at the summit. A little way to the right of the summit was an immaculate and ritzy-looking hotel, with the sign "Mount Jackson Hotel" in large flashing lights atop the roof. The downtown business section was lined with mom-and-pop stores and small hole-in-the-wall retailers along a single main road. Further in the distance and closer to the mountain, Martin saw small shacks and cottages scattered amongst the trees, marked by thin trails of smoke from chimney drafts. It reminded him of a classic Christmas card. To Martin's eyes, it teemed with possibilities for new stories and interesting locales. For Madeline, she was more content to continue texting.

"Marty," their grandfather remarked, "I think you'll like the restaurant here in town. Plus, there's someone here who's been dyin' to meet ya."

"You mean one of your friends?"

"Nah, more like…an admirer, you could say," he corrected, waggling his shaggy eyebrows.

"You mean someone who follows my YouTube channel?" Madeline snickered.

"Yeah, wouldn't surprise me if one of your 15 subscribers lived here. Dork."

"Piss off, would you Maddie?"

"Make me!"

"Easy, Maddie," their grandfather warned. "There's no need for that. I won't be havin' you kids squabble like fools the whole summer, y'hear?"

"Yessir…"

The truck pulled up to a parking meter outside a neon sign reading BILLY'S BURGERS AND SHAKES. Signaling this was their destination, all disembarked and went inside.

The diner in town was rather quaint, evoking a sense of nostalgia the instant the trio walked in. A checkerboard floor, red leather seats, and a large vinyl jukebox reminded both Madeline and Martin of a scene from a 1950s-era movie. Even the uniforms of the staff were reminiscent of cast members of American Graffiti.

Waiting at the front desk as people were ushered in was a young girl around Martin's age. Her curly, dark brown hair was held up in the back by a gold hairclip while bright blue eyes lit up under the fluorescent lighting. A touch of rouge tried (but failed) to hide the freckles on her cheeks while her red lipstick complemented her matching ruby uniform. She smiled with a sense of knowing as Steven approached the desk.

"Oh, hey, Mr. Chalmers. How've you been lately?"

"Just fine, Julia. You got a booth for three open anywhere?"

"Sure do. Follow me."

Martin was lost in the sounds and sights of the diner as the waitress, Julia, ushered them in. Madeline could only express some agitation at the saccharinely sweet chords of the Chordettes' "Mr. Sandman."

"50s-style diners still exist? I thought they went out of fashion..."

"I'm kind of surprised myself," Martin admitted. "I was expecting to be more...run down."