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"You know, earlier this month I thought I was going to get some time off to maybe get off this heat. But nooo, tourists are too dumb to not bother ghosts so we have to work full time! Coming all the way here is the closest thing to a vacation I'm getting this year."

Although, to be completely fair, the weather was just an excuse to get some time off work to instead work on her own projects. Nothing was truly lost.

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"If my suspicions are correct which, not that I'm an EXPERT, should be, we're relatively safe. I mean, a parallel universe to our own, sure, but that DEADLY portal created by that CLASS VII SPECTER could've delivered us to a much worse fate," The Rookie spoke as she led the way through the FAMILIAR library, walking backwards as to address Egon and Ray.

"As long as we don't interact with our alternate selves, we won't be in a Back To The Future scenario."

"Who's the Doc?" Ray asked, swallowing thickly ( thoroughly scared ) .

"Well, Dr. Spengler's more the brains, and I'm more Marty. So, I guess you'd make a George or Jennifer?"

"Why am I the girl?"

Egon shared a look with the Rookie, one of KNOWING and amusement, but otherwise offered no reply. Then, abruptly, Ray and Egon paused to point in a synchronised action.

"GHOST!"

"Shit!"

She turned on her heels, eyes widening, and she raised her arms to shield herself from the slime. But it never came, and instead, after she was done blocking her face, she came to gaze upon the other at the opposite end of the small maze of bookshelves.

The three blinked in unison, and she looked back to her accomplices; the two men shared a look, relayed it to her, and it became clear that she'd have to play AMBASSADOR.

Hugh crept into Hill House that night like he had done many times before. These tiny rendezvous with Olivia hurt him every time, and sometimes they almost killed him, but they kept him going.

This time, though, something was off. There was a car in the driveway. It didn't look good. It made him angry, really. He owned the title of the house. Whoever it was should not have been trespassing without some kind of check in with him or with Horace.

"Hey!" Hugh shouted into the empty foyer. Who's here?" He could hear a strange noise coming from upstairs. He booked it to the next floor and came to a halt when he saw the intruder.

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The preservation of ships in museums ensures that ancient and historic vessels are preserved for posterity in optimum conditions and are available for academic study and for public education and interest. Remains of ancient and historic ships and boats can be seen in museums around the world and become popular tourist attractions.

With the recent decline in interest, the find of a wreckage off the coast of Tripoli had been a godsend, and the remains ( what was intact for display ) had been placed in glass casings, while the bigger items, such as the impressive wooden wheel with which to steer her by had been put behind a rope.

Like a charm, business began to steadily increase at the unveiling of this new exhibit, yet there were rumors that strange things seemed to happen during normal operating hours, such as the warning bell ringing when no one rang it, or the wheel turning of is own accord.  Still, it would be worth looking into as well as getting a chance to see the relics of the ship  straight out of the 1700’s