Life in Port Townsend, Washington is boring.

The neon lights displaying butchers, cafe’s, and art shops illuminate the night. Your feet splash in the puddles as you walk home, headphones on, face in your phone. A bad habit, but you can’t help it.

Your hips sway as you walk, typing with one hand, when you bump into two men, one dressed like an Edwardian and one straight out of the 80’s.

Edwin and Charles were ghosts, unbeknownst to you. And you definitely shouldn’t be able to see them.