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was unsure of. “Miss Dixie…”
    “Yeah?”
    “I think if I took her out now, I’d catch something,” she declared with authority. She was aware that she still wore her old boots and Carhartt jacket. She hadn’t felt like taking them off, even though Matt had built a fire and they’d been inside for more than an hour.
    “Do you want to?”
    “Yes!” she shouted with enthusiasm. And then, a little more subdued, “No. I don’t know.”
    “I’m here if you want to give it a shot. No pun intended.”
    Taking the stairs two at a time she raced up to their room and grabbed her beloved camera from the bureau. She was more than a little afraid of what she might capture, but she had to know if something was out there. If she took a shot and came back with a bloodied body on their porch or something then they were just going to have find other accommodations for the duration of their stay.
    “Do you want me to come with you?” Matt called as she slid out the front door.
    “No thanks,” she hollered. “I’ll be fine!”
    The truth was, she wasn’t sure if it would work–this capturing of the past–if someone else was with her. It had with Melissa back in Vidalia but that might have just been a fluke. She’d never tried it again with another person standing with her.
    Taryn didn’t go far as she steadily walked the cabin’s grounds and took her pictures. The sound had been so close she was almost certain that if anything was there it would be captured within a few feet of the house. She slowly made a loop around the perimeter, taking shots every few seconds. She aimed the camera at the house, at the ground, and off in the distance, towards the tree line. The fog was even closer now and her flash was distracting as it ricocheted back at her. She turned it off for better results and kept moving, trying to take as many as she could before it got too dark and too foggy for anything to come out.
    The scent of smoke was gone now; it had disappeared as soon as they’d heard the scream. Now, the only scent was that of the cold. Her grandmother had possessed a sense of snow and rain. She could smell it as far as two days in advance. “It’s coming, a big one,” she’d say as they walked out of the shopping mall, her eyes not even casting a glance at the sunny skies above them. “I can smell it.”
    Sure enough, two days later Taryn would wake up to several inches of snow, a freak storm by the weatherman’s account.
    Taryn’s own sense of smell wasn’t really developed. She’d always possessed terrible eyesight to boot. A little ironic considering what she was now picking up.
    She was aware of being alone as she walked around, aware of being cut off from everyone despite the fact that Matt was inside, only a holler away. The remoteness of the cabin and property felt more pronounced and a big part of her was conscious of her vulnerability–a small figure walking through a desolate landscape miles from civilization. Shuddering, she turned Miss Dixie off and wandered back to the porch. Matt was waiting inside for her, a mug of cocoa in his hand. “Thought you could use this, adventurous one,” he smiled sweetly.
    They walked into the living room together, her hands warmed by the mug, the steam rising to her cheeks and prickling them.
    He already had her laptop up and running and while she shrugged off her coat and boots Matt popped her memory card into the slot and waited. While the pictures uploaded, she sipped on the cocoa. “Thanks. It’s good.”
    “No problem. Thought it might add to the festivities.”
    “You think this is fun,” she accused, but a smile played at her own lips. It was a lot different with someone else there with her.
    “A little,” he admitted. “But it also freaked me out. I’d say I’m about half scared, half excited.”
    But the pictures revealed nothing. She hadn’t captured a single abnormality in her shots of the cabin and property. Whatever had been out there earlier was