[Don't Starve] The Killer of 492 Woodrow Street

White Lies and White Ghosts

"Stars and atoms, am I seeing things?" He asked incredulously, eyeing the ghostly figure just as it--she?--eyed him.

"Hm? Of course not." Wendy replied as if it were plain as day. "Oh, Mr. Higgsbury, don't tell me you've never seen a ghost before!"

"A ghost? Tell me this is some sort of joke!" Wilson gasped. 'Abigail' did in fact seem to be a ghost, but ghosts weren't actually real, right? "My god, just who exactly is this?"

"My twin." Wendy stated matter-of-factly as though this was a normal thing. "She died very mysteriously. You see, I missed her so much she decided she never wanted to leave me, so now we're always together. Uncle Maxwell doesn't like it when I show her off to strangers, but I thought you might want to meet her."

"I..." How was one supposed to respond in situations like this? "Thank you? Stars, that's the most marvellous thing I've ever seen. You must let me research this a little further." He reached out to poke Abigail but his finger went right through her. She felt cold, like if tinfoil could be melted down and chilled but still kept in liquid form. Abigail shivered and pulled back from his touch with an irritated mumble.

Wendy nodded. "Of course, Mr. Higgsbury. So, what do you think? Do you think science has some sort of explanation for this?"

"Well..." Wilson thought. "Maybe?"

The little girl sighed and shook her head. "Oh, Mr. Higgsbury, whatever shall we do with you? Abigail's soul was bound to that flower by magic--you know, the thing that your science can't explain?"

"Is that so?" Could science really not offer an answer to that? Wilson got up and slowly began to pace around the girls, eyeing Abigail up and down. At all angles, she appeared to be of the same transparency, and her eyes followed his suspiciously which meant she was clearly capable of moving on her own without Wendy manipulating anything out of sight of the detective. Dumbstruck, Wilson came back to face the girls and leaned against the side of the armchair.

"Well. You've got me, kiddo. Er, kiddos?" Looks like that really was a ghost after all. The detective had already a thousand questions floating about in his mind and then some, but he was so shocked that he struggled to put any of them into words.

"Wendy Elizabeth Carter!"

All three entities in the room jumped at the voice. Wendy turned to see her uncle standing in the doorway, a lit cigar in his mouth and quite the unhappy expression upon his face. "I thought I told you girls to stay upstairs."

"Forgive me, uncle, but I overheard Mr. Higgsbury say he didn't believe in magic. I thought seeing Abigail might change his mind." Wendy stated, and the ghost beside her hummed something. Maxwell pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Wendy, Abigail, why must you two insist on doing these things?" He sighed. "Detective Higgsbury, I am so very sorry if they've bothered you."

"What's there to apologize for? This is fantastic!" The detective exclaimed. "I've never seen anything quite like this! Why, if it's that simple to summon a ghost, their existence should be common knowledge at this point!"

"But it's not that easy, and it won't be common knowledge any time soon. Not if we can help it." Maxwell turned to his nieces. "You're both in trouble, you know. Go find Aunt Charlie and please, stay with her until Mr. Higgsbury leaves."

Abigail murmured something.

"Aunt Charlie is sleeping on the couch. She's very tired." Wendy translated.

"Then both of you, go to your room for now. The two of us still have some unfinished business to wrap up." Maxwell sat back down in his armchair as the girls left the room, mumbling and grumbling the whole way. Wendy walked through the doorway and Abigail opted for passing to the wall, much to the shock of Wilson.