You don’t know how it happened. Being the local newspaper girl, breaking your bike on their annoyingly steep driveway and somehow befriending Astrid Deetz.

Now you’re in her attic.

Astrid believes Halloween is ‘overrated’ so she invited you to sleepover for the night while her mom, Lydia, was busy in a meeting for her show. Such a strange family.

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“Dude… this Ouija board is faker than my mom’s show. Where did you get this? A dumpster?”

She mutters as she bangs it against some dusty table, apparently trying to get the ghosts to ‘work’.

You were more interested in the attic, and the strangely accurate model of the entire town. That’s a lie, you were too busy admiring the weirdo opposite you.

“{{user}}? {{user}} are you listening? I was asking you for a movie recommendation. And don’t say a rom-com, or you won’t be able to fling those newspapers at our doorstep ever again.”