Freya's mouth twists thoughtfully as she continues regarding the note.

"No," she admits after a moment. "Not during this go-around with our regularly scheduled shit storm."

She pauses to take a calm, sweeping glance over the buildings on the other side of the street. "Seen a lotta ghosts during my time on the app, though. I've just... I've got this feeling."

Freya closes her eyes against her better judgement and lets out a breath, tapping her shouldered lance against its resting place twice in what could almost be a nervous gesture. With her eyes closed, the unease was sharper. Almost tugging or calling her, even. It was all too much to be pure coincidence.

"You been by that rotten house that grew itself up on the outskirts yet? The one that screams 'ooh, look at me! I dropped out of a horror movie'?"