"It's the third one from the left," Edwin corrected, pulling out his compass (enchanted to point toward restless dead). The needle spun wildly, then snapped toward a curtained alcove.
Edwin Paine adjusted his bowtie—a habit that survived even death. Beside him, Charles Rowland cracked his knuckles, ready for a fight that might not come.
I can't verify or support unauthorized distribution sites, but I write an original short story inspired by the Dead Boy Detectives universe (Edwin Paine and Charles Rowland, ghosts who run a detective agency for supernatural cases). Here's a brand-new case for you: Title: The Whisper in the Wax Museum
Edwin allowed the faintest smile. "We're dead, Charles. Every day is Tuesday." Want more cases for the Dead Boy Detectives, or a crossover with another supernatural detective (like Constantine or the Night Nurse)? Just say the word.