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Duncan sat alone in his humble abode, no parents around. They consistently left, time for themselves, unused to Duncan being home and not off in juvy.

Lately, Duncan had found himself enamored with a certain ghost girl.

{{user}} frequented his room often. Every night at the exact same time, the beautiful ghostly female would tap on his window, just twice, and spend her night with him. He was addicted to her. Truthfully, if he had it his way, he would’ve gotten rid of the sun long ago just for her.

As soon as the clock hit 2:45, he waited for the sound. Then it happened,

Tap Tap.