We waited until 9:00 that night to actually start "ghost hunting". When it was finally dark, and the tourists had left, we walked towards the first spot on our list. It was one of the first sites I read about online. Apparently it's one of the most frequently reported areas of the battlefield—Devil's Den.

"It's weird that people I knew were here so long ago…I feel old…I never feel old."

"You are old, Jazz…but it is sort of odd, when you think about that—it's creepy up here at night…" we all stopped walking and just looked up at the rocks, still framed by the fog that was present all day. It felt almost as if taking pictures would disturb the sanctity of the site, so I took out the tape recorder, and turned it on. I couldn't hear anything, but complete silence. Nobody was breathing, or talking—nothing. It was so quiet I started to get that annoying ringing in my ears.

"Wow" Bella sighed, breaking the eerie hush.

"I know…"

"Let's separate, so we can look in different places…" I whispered…it felt like I should whisper, for some reason.

"Can we use the walkie talkies?" Edward asked, pulling the six of them from the bag I made him carry, which he thought looked like a purse (because it was a purse…).

"Yeah, sure." I took one from him.

"Let's all meet back here in ten minutes."

"Wait!" Emmett called as Jasper and I started towards the other side of the rocks.

"What?"

"Can we have code names? To use over the walkie talkies? It's more fun that way"

"Fine…" I agreed

"Okay…um…Alice…you can be Baby Spice, I'm Sporty Spice, Edward is Posh Spice," Edward groaned quietly, but Emmett didn't notice, "Bella—you're Ginger Spice,"

"Can't I just be Ginger without the Spice?" Bella interrupted. Emmett thought for a minute.

"Okay, fine…Jasper—Scary Spice,"

"What?! Why am I Scary Spice?"

"Hey…it was either that or Spike"

"Spike?! Can I just be Jasper…or a different Spice girl?"

"No. Scary Spice, take it or leave it." I glanced at my watch. We were wasting time as Emmett and Jasper argued about names. What was up with the whole Spice Girls thing? None of us liked them even when they were popular…

"Fine…" Jasper grumbled, defeated. Emmett pointed to Rose next.

"Well, since we're out of Spice Girls…you are…Smurfette"

"Who?"

"Have you ever seen the Smurfs? Smurfette is one of the only three female Smurfs…she's blue." Rose rolled her eyes and took a walkie talkie from Edward.

"Ready now?" Everyone nodded once

"'Kay…ten minutes…"

***

"Jazz! Get over here!" I whisper-yelled from across the small field behind the rocks. He hurried towards me, walkie talkie in hand.

"Any good pictures yet?"

"No…you?"

"Not even…orbs, or light, or anything."

"But listen to this EVP I just recorded…"

"What's 'EVP'?"

"It stands for 'Electric Voice Phenomenon'. I read about it online before we left. It's when a ghost voice appears on a recording but not in real life…listen." I pressed the "play" button. I had listened to the very beginning of it before, and now the voice seemed even more obvious.

"Wow…that's great…loud…it sounds like a guy singing…"

"Yeah…" as the recording played, it got louder…

"Cause you're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no, you're in and you're out, you're up and you're down, you're wrong when it's right, it's black and it's white, we fight, we break up, we kiss, we make up …"

"Alice…I don't think this is a ghost"

"Me neither…" I took out my walkie talkie, and twisted the "on" dial. A red light appeared on the side.

"Emmett! Were you singing?" I hissed through the speaker.

"Hi Alice. I'm not going to answer unless you use the names…I'm Sporty Spice…"

"Fine, whatever…Sporty Spice, come in…this is Baby Spice…were you singing?"

"Yes, I was…but you assumed it was me and not Posh…"

"Yeah, because Edward—I mean Posh—doesn't like 'Hot n' Cold'"

"Hmm…okay…see you in…five minutes…" his end of the walkie talkie went quiet. I wondered if Edward and Bella were having better luck…

Edward POV:

"Bella! Look!" I stared at the photo I had just taken, making sure it was real.

"Cool…wait…look, there's a piece of hair on the lense…" we both moaned. At that point, we had found nothing. We had, however, heard Emmett sing 'Hot n' Cold' from the bottom of the hill without messing up the lyrics at all…

"How much time is there?"

"Um…3 Minutes" I replied, looking at my watch.

"We aren't going to find anything. I would say that there's no such thing as ghosts, but since most of the world thinks we don't exist, I won't…but I still don't think we'll find anything."

"Maybe if we just sit here, quietly, for a few minutes, and see if anything happens." I offered. We sat down on a large rock and looked out at the battlefield. It was beautiful at night. All of the monuments were visible. The fog had settled, close to the ground. There were also no humans touring as there were during the day. Every once in a while, I would hear a noise, only to realize it was a bug buzzing or the wind. I hate to be skeptical, but I found myself thinking that Bella might have been right. If there were ghosts anywhere, it would be somewhere like Gettysburg, and if they were here, wouldn't we have seen something? Suddenly, Bella dropped her shield.

I want to go home…

"I know…me too…we always end up agreeing to these things they do…"

I know…I hope Nessie doesn't miss us too much

"I'm sure she's fine…we only packed enough for two or three days"

Sometimes I really wish we could sleep.

"Me too" when both of our walkie talkies rang, we were very slow to answer

"Posh…uh…Ginger…I can't believe I just called you those names…um, we're meeting right now, where we said." Rose spoke on the other line. I heard Emmett's voice in the background.

"Smurfette…why is it so hard to call them their names?" he whined

"It's not…but why are you calling me Smurfette if we aren't on the walkie talkies?" after that the other end was quiet.

"Let's go…that was a successful first night…" I hoped desperately that the next day would be better in the paranormal arena.