To whom it may concern

The ravens watched in silence as the Teller's wood-panelled station wagon pulled out of the neatly-swept gravel driveway, executed an almost-perfect three-point turn, and began it's sedate yet inexorable journey along Normal Avenue and out of Eerie.

"We will miss you," the ravens did not say, not even in their own language, not even to each other. "We understand that you must go, but we'll miss you, all the same."

Black shapes filled the pale early morning sky, shadowing the car as it moved along quiet streets.

Marshall Teller was going to college, and the ravens could not follow him.

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Marshall ran a soft cloth across the front of the Evidence Locker, grimacing as a thick layer of dust quickly built on the yellow fabric.

"At least you know your mom kept her promise not to come up here while you were at college," said Simon, running a similarly begrimed rag over the opposite door.

"That's true," said Marshall, picking up a can of compressed air and angling the nozzle at the dull brass of the key plate. He worked the washcloth into the raised filigree around the lock, then stood back to examine his work.

The dusting apparently completed to Marshall's satisfaction, Simon set his own cloth down and began gently scrubbing the hinges with a toothbrush.

"So how come you're not storing this stuff in your dorm?" he asked. "Driving all the way from Indianapolis with a bunch of cursed objects in your back seat must have been pretty scary."

"It wasn't great," Marshall admitted. "But my roommate isn't going home for Christmas and I can't really leave him alone with a cursed pillowcase that will eat his face in the middle of the night while I visit my folks for two weeks."

Simon picked up the ziplocked plastic sandwich bag containing the blood-smeared pillowcase and turned it over in his hands.

"I guess not," he agreed. "Did it really eat that girl? It looks kinda lacy to be a people-eater..."

"That's what it wants you to think," said Marshall. "If that ForeverWare freezer bag wasn't keeping it in suspended animation, the blood stains would have already vanished and it'd back to hanging out in the laundry room, trying to sneak into some unsuspecting sap's whites wash.

"Wow," said Simon. "Who ever thought that ForeverWare would be on the side of the good guys? College must be weirder than I thought."

Marshall nodded.

"Let's get all this junk locked away," he said, gesturing to four bulging file boxes that represented a single semesters-worth of weirdness at Indianapolis U. "I still need to type up my notes and things, but that can wait 'til later. Once we're done up here, I can catch you up on the deal with the on-campus dining hall."

"Haunted?" asked Simon, his eyes shining.

"Oh yeah," said Marshall. "At least four ghosts, and I've not even checked out the mezzanine yet. But that's not the scary part. The entire cafeteria staff? Ghouls."

Simon gasped.

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"My name is Marshall Teller, I may have made the biggest mistake of my life and I'm afraid I may live to regret it" by froodle

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