Everyone knows that if you're looking for somewhere haunted, there's no better place around Forks than the old Frazier house. Some kid axe murdered his parents there and then broke his neck trying to run from the cops. It's been abandoned ever since.
Cam doesn't believe in ghosts, but there is nothing to do in Forks besides read, fish, hike, and watch television; his interlibrary loans are taking a while, he likes his brain inside of his skull, he likes his blood inside of his body, and he likes the television inside of its cupboard. In theory he could also be doing homework but he is presently having an attack of the "but I will never use this in real life", so it's all done to an adequate standard and he does not feel enticed by the prospect of improving it. Halloween is a school holiday and he is BORED.
So he tells Charlie he's going to go explore the abandoned Frazier house - they say the back door never locked right again after the cops went after the kid, and the house is abandoned enough that nobody fixed it, but it's only been a few years so he doesn't expect to collapse through a rotten floorboard or anything. Charlie says he'll come in siren blaring if he's not home by dinnertime and Cam says sirens will not help him if he falls down a well, the gold standard for that situation is a collie, has Charlie not heard the good news of the documentary Lassie. He will look around, find no ghosts, and have a very mildly interesting anecdote for the wild parties he might take it into his head to attend when he goes to college.
He pulls up to the place in his beater truck a little after lunch and parks in the driveway. Lets himself in.
The house is abandoned! The lights don't work, should he try them, but the day isn't so cloudy or the windows so grimy that he needs his own light source. The back door opens into a sitting room. A lot of it's been gutted by previous explorers—even through the dust, it's clear that there used to be a rug over there—but the couch and somewhat ancient TV remain. There are some doilies thrown around that people appear to have taken the side tables from underneath; overall the remaining decor seems to be going for 'wholesome'.
His footprints through the dust are far from the only ones, though they are notably fresher than the others.
He did bring a flashlight in case of basement but, yeah, with the windows not boarded up he wasn't expecting to need it for the living room. It's amazing the TV hasn't been stolen, really. Is there any water left in the pipes if he tries a sink?
Yep! It's surprisingly tidy, if you count being unsurprisingly empty towards that. Here's what was once a tool bench, a laundry hookup, a hot water tank. Here's the underside of the Bilco doors. Here are some shallow puddles where the concrete wasn't poured evenly.
Huh, they didn't have laundry machines or someone managed to loot a set all the way up the stairs? ...he doesn't spend long in the basement, if it leaks it's going to be moldy in here.
Here's a bedroom! This one looks mostly untouched, at first glance. Maybe because of the enormous amount of blood on the comforter. And splattered on the walls. And some on the ceiling.
He's going to have to ask Charlie why they didn't take at least the duvet in as evidence. At least it's so old that it smells like nothing. What else is there upstairs?
Well, there's a cool attic room, decorated completely differently from the rest of the house and seemingly fully intact. Lots of posters, CDs, tapes, records, books, all pristine. The books in particular are markedly less dusty than everything else has been.
One book, in particular, is lying open on the desk in front of the window. Dustless.
Maybe the last person who swung b y the house left it there. And wasn't a looter, there's lots of very movable goods here. What's the taste exhibited on the shelves?
It's open to something claiming to be a spell for resurrection. Or, the book calls it that, but it really seems to be closer to resuscitation, based on the description. Lots of limitations on when it can allegedly be used.
He feels a sharp chill on his hand—and quite a ways up his arm, and maybe at the corner of his shoulder—the moment he touches the book.
...Table of contents! There are two main sections: Background and Application, with the latter being a fair bit longer. Samples from the first include, 'Time and Cycles', 'Materials', 'Tethers', 'Unmooring', and 'Ghostly Lands'. The back half of the list's got, 'Scrying', 'Divining', 'Communing', 'Possessing', and 'Transforming'. Among others.
...he's gonna find a place to sit, kick the place to sit in case it freezes his leg up to midthigh before he sits on it, and curl up with this book and read the whole thing. His interlibrary loans are taking a while.
'Time and Cycles' has subchapters on times of day, the days of the week, the moon, the seasons, years, and the relative-to-earth cycles of stars and planets. Apparently, most spells have some time-based requirement or other; they need to be performed at midnight on a Tuesday or Thursday, or under the first quarter moon in this set of years the pattern of which the author was not able to discern, or in springtime. See this page through that one in the Divining section for a set of spells for telling what time it is on a relevant measure; mundane timekeeping doesn't always match with that of magic.
You know, he didn't actually check, so he isn't sure! But the book freezing his arm was really something and if there is no one around then no one will hear him say: "Hi."