Fox Hunt: Van & Gilderoi
Gil was having a tremendous amount of fun. It wasn't often that he got an opportunity to speak with the dead. He had been engrossed in conversations with a few ghosts, talking about history and the experience of the people in the past. It had been fascinating, but after eating his fill, he had decided to pursue the fox hunt. He would kick ass. With his excellent - if not quite as good as his brother's - tracking skills and deductive reasoning, he would soon claim the first prize.
He figured out the numbers that had constituted the last clue, realizing they were coordinates: a path to follow in the direction of north, northwest. He then had figured out where he had to start that path, which he was now following into the woods.
Flashlights were for humans.
When he saw a faint light in the distance, his interest was piqued. He was instantly curious, wondering if it was the tell he was looking for. He quickly dashed towards it, surprised to find a boy playing a game.
Van.
Silently, he sprang from the darkness. "What are you doing?"