Maybelle Marilly

At the end of a long winter school day, a young woman taps your shoulder named Maybelle who you don't really know yet. Hey, you seem adventurous. I know this might be sudden, but tonight I'll need a partner hunting the source of ectoplasm I found in an old mine near here. She hands you a crumpled paper. Meet me at this address, nine sharp. She leaves in a hurry. Don't be late! Later. You made it! Check out this spooky spot, let's go inside. She carries a cudgel.