The Den Spirit

There's a house on Crane Street in the ghost boomtown of Den, northern Minnesota.

Christy Dean knew about this house very well.

Christi had been a reporter her whole life. When she was twelve and a half she was chosen to be her fifth grade class's sports reporter. She recorded the basketball and football games with a microphone and the next morning she hooked it up to her teacher's computer so the class could listen to the action.

When Christy was fifteen she was voted to be on the school announcements every day as the representative from eighth grade.

When Christy was eighteen and in twelfth grade, she got an internship to MacEntire News, which is a news show for historians. Boring, she knew, but she wanted to be a reporter so bad that it didn't matter.

Christy was an intern throughout college at NYU. When she was 23 and finally finished with college, Christy was offered a full time job as a reporter at MacEntire News. Her first task was to report on the new history museum a half hour away from her Manhattan home in New Jersey. Christy, she loved the museum, as cheesy as it was. She loved reporting. It didn't matter where she reported.

The day that Mr. MacEntire spoke to Christy was a day the Den Spirit would know as Kin Day. Christy was talking with her camera man and boyfriend, Randy, in the break room. Ms. Dora, the janitor who always took care of the young workers and was like a second mom, told Christy that the Boss Man wanted to speak to speak with her and Randy. The two looked at each other in shock and happiness.

"Mr. MacEntire...talking to...us?" Christy said.

"Yes," Dora said. "Go, now!"