Dust and dirt were sprayed into the air as a lone van sped down the road, the loud noises from its engine disturbing the quiet night out in the country. This van looked like any other; the usual amount of grime on the outside, the windows that squeaked when they rolled up. But there were things that made this van different; the GHOSTFACERS™ logo painted on the side, the camera equipment and gear in the back. Inside, Ed Zeddmore glanced back down at the map. The cross roads should be only a mile or two ahead of him. This was just folklore, it was an insane idea. After the reassuring look at the map he turned his eyes to yet another misplaced object - a small, dark oak box placed delicately on the seat next to him. After countless hours of research and a couple minutes of stress-relieving porn here and there, he had found it. The way to bring back Corbett.