The car parked in front of a condo complex too cookie-cutter to mention. The same beige mega-buildings that rich people create in drones to drive up an already impossible housing market. Do I bid ill-will to those who masterminded this asinine operation? No. I'm just very frustrated I didn't think of it first. The money I could have made…

Alas, I made my proverbial bed and I must lay in it. Although, in my particular case, this bed is my coffin.

"Here we are." The overtly sweet voice of Molly Mourne rang as they all approached a door marked 9417. Valentine trailed close behind her while his friends remained at a non-creepy distance. Molly typed a four-digit code onto a digital keypad and the door opened.

Peering inside, our heroes saw a rather spacious studio apartment. A murphy bed was pulled down which made the room seem just a little smaller. It took most of the left side of the room. To the right was a small kitchenette with a mini fridge. Beside the door lived a desk and back-supported chair. The setup of the apartment wouldn't raise any alarms as I've described it. However, the whole place was a mess. Papers, pencils, erasers and their shavings plagued the floor. Clothes were piled beside the bed like a mountain none would dare climb. So many half-filled mugs of tea occupied the desk. It was a disaster.

"Looks like whatever happened to her left a tornado behind." JJ said to the group.

"Scattered sheets, shredded papers. Yeah, it's quite possible a ghost did this to try and scare her off." Trudy suggested.

Molly shook her head, "you mean this stuff? Fally's just eccentric. If your workspace is clean then you're not creating. That's what we were told growing up. You should see my place. Except my mess is all easels and charcoal and paints and stuff as opposed to writing on a…"

Her eyes glanced to the aforementioned desk. "Right. That's where it was."

"What?" Val placed a concerned hand on the girls shoulder.

"Fally's typewriter. She got a new one for our birthday. Loved that thing. Said the clicking of the keys were more therapeutic than typing on a computer." Molly explained. "I almost forgot it's gone."

Indeed there was a space between the roughly twenty tea mugs, where theoretically a typewriter could have been.

"Case solved." JJ smiled "She left with her typewriter to go somewhere secluded and write her new manuscript in peace. Somewhere without technology."

"I don't think she… you know, there is that cabin up in Breboyd park. It's known for being the place writers go for a break from civilization." Molly told the group.

"Okay, she's there. Now, the cheque goes to JJ Watts with two t's and" JJ was whisked away by his brother.

"Will you excuse us Molly." He exited the room and stood in the hallway.

"JJ, we're going to that cabin."

"Val, she isn't haunted. Just needed some fresh air."

"The job was to find her sister."

JJ rolled his eyes "No, the job was to prove she isn't haunted."

"Then how can we prove she isn't haunted if we don't find her?" Valentine crossed his arms.

JJ sighed, "The sign of a true Ghost Hunters Adventure Club Team Leader is to know when another member of the Ghost Hunters Adventure Club is right."

"Thank you." Val smiled.

"I do hope you're doing this for the greater good and not to get merit points with that Molly Mourne."

Val froze, his hand on the door handle "I… have zero idea why… that would even remotely… at all… why would that matter?"

His brother shrugged, "I'm just saying. You tend to have a hero complex, old chap. You're thinking you can just find her sister and then Molly would fall right into your arms."

"Let's go inside now."

"I have a dilemma for you. What if you find the sister and then she falls for you? What would you do? They're twins so they look the same."

"Uh-huh."

"So it all comes down to personality. You have to go with what the vibes tell you."

Val shook his head. "You wanna know what the vibes are telling me?"

JJ nodded.

"The vibes are telling me…" Val placed a finger to his temple like a Vulcan from Star Trek. "Punch JJ in the face."

"Well, that's not very nice. Obviously the wrong vibes."

Trudy opened the door for the boys and let them back into the room.

"Molly, good news! We'll go with you to the cabin!" JJ announced.

"She's not in the cabin." Trudy told him.

"Huh?"

Molly spoke up, "In order to stay in that cabin you must be a part of the UWG. United Writers Guild. You need like, a membership card and password. Only published authors have all that stuff. Fally is good, real good, but she's not a published author."

"Could she have gotten a membership card from someone?" Val asked.

"Maybe." Molly shrugged "But I don't know how she would have."

JJ snapped his fingers "maybe someone left their information in the typewriter!"

"Didn't you say it was new?" Trudy turned to Molly.

"New to my sister. It was an old typewriter. It definitely belonged to an actual author. So, yeah, maybe that's where she got all the info for the cabin!"

"Alright! Ghost Hunters Adventure Club and the case of the Missing Mourne is on!" JJ grinned.

"That's not what we're calling this." Valentine shook his head.

JJ shrugged as he was leaving the room "I'll workshop it."