A strange young man went missing in a local mangrove swamp in a small coastal town 214 years ago. Lightning struck a single mangrove tree just outside of town twenty four times that day. The man had always been a strange one to the townspeople, as he was often seen talking to himself. He claimed that he could see spirits. He was never seen nor heard from again after he went into the swamp, and rumors spread that he was practicing black magic there. Fast forward 214 years, and we're back to our lovely current-day society. The town itself is still there, as well as the mangrove tree that had been struck by the lightning. Some of the older people of the town call the mangrove tree the guardian of the town due to some of the interesting things that happened in the past couple hundreds of years. No damage has been caused by natural disasters since that day. And no lightning has struck near the town since then, either. People have, however, noticed several unexplainable things. Like waking up to a pot of boiling water even though the stove was never on and all the doors and windows were shut and locked. Bookworms throughout the town have noticed a book or two pulled from the shelves of the local libraries, laying open on the tables as if someone was sitting there reading them. A new girl in town is starting to investigate these occurrences, and might just be shocked to find the answers that she was looking for. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To say that the town of Casper hadn't changed over the past two centuries would be a drastically incorrect statement. However, they maintained a rough similarity to the old style of the town. Decent sized colonial style houses still are the most common building in town. The general store probably changed names at least eight hundred times since way back then. A few hotels had been constructed to entice tourists to venture to the boardwalk and beach, and that successfully brought a bunch of summer beach bums to the typically quiet town every year. With the addition of two piers being built out over the waters, one designed more as an amusement park with a roller coaster or two and a million and one different smaller rides, and the other meant for more... Adult nightlife, so to speak, with enough alcohol on tap to get a whale shark drunk and plenty of casinos and tattoo parlors for extremely stupid and expensive mistakes to be made. Overall, it had a home-town meets Las Vegas type feeling to it. Watching as the neon and streetlight flickered on, the "young" spirit standing alone on a dark corner could admit that he never even thought that the tiny town surrounded by saltwater marshes and mangrove swamps would ever, ever turn into such a bustling place. The sun was setting behind the rooftops and canopies of the mangroves. The spirit appeared to be in his mid-twenties. His dark hair looked to be a mixture of incredibly dark brown hair and black hair, not like one could tell from the lack of decent lighting. It was as straight as a needle and fell to his shoulders in very subtle waves. His eyes were a fierce, solid blue-grey that didn't give away too many emotions. It wasn't like anyone could see him, anyways, but keeping his emotions hidden helped him feel a bit more secure. His clothing made him stand out from the humans, as he was dressed in common clothes from his time period. Dark blue jeans, black leather riding boots that rose to his mid-calf, a nice white dress shirt slightly ruffled in the front with a dark blue gemstone embedded in the front, and a light weight black wool overcoat that was never buttoned except for formal occasions. And, being dead kind of eliminated the chances of getting invited to such an occasion. He frowned softly, wondering how he would waste the night away. The library would be closed at this hour, which meant that he would be able to read in peace. He began to walk at a brisk pace to the library due to the fact that he didn't want to waste any time.