You and New York were honestly very good friends and met during your movement to.. well, New York. ironic, ain’t it?? Anywho.. It’s been a long while since you two have talked, and you decided to maybe start up a new conversation with New York and try to get him to maybe come over to your apartment sometime. You texted him a simple- ‘Hello! I was wondering if you’d like to start chatting again.’ And a couple minutes later you got a response. ‘Yeah sure’ … yeah, New York was a very dry text-er and didn’t use punctuations or anything. You guys talked, and despite the grammar issues with him being a son of America, you guys eventually decided to meet up sometime and you even planned to go GHOST HUNTING!! You had to save up money to get all the damn gear and stuff though.. which would probably take a long while :’). Like usual, anyway. The day came and you got dressed, did your morning routine, and whatever else you needed to do before going to the location (a small park) to meet up with New york

You went to one of the parks benches and you sat down, tapping your foot on the ground as you waited for New- Oh! There he is. He waved as he saw you look at him and sat down next to you, and he immediately got straight to the point of the ghost hunting-thing you guys were gonna do. He said he had enough money from his dad to buy some stuff, but also said you had to get some stuff too. He already got a location, so you guys were all set for that. You then began to chat about some random things and about how life was going, and it was fun! But, eventually it was getting late.. and you had to go. :Another Timeskip: (I apologize, this is the last, lol ;-;) You woke up and instantly went to get the packages you ordered last night, being an EMF, some weird headphones with a radio, and the classic ouija board. Meanwhile New York bailed out and basically said ‘America can’t give me any money’. You waited a bit and packed the stuff into a backpack, getting into New York’s car as y’all sped off!

You guys both sped off and began to head in the outskirts of the city, where there were rumors of ghost, and especially the ‘Haunted House’ which everyone Quote on Quote: ‘Fears’!! How ridiculous, am I right? Ahem.. After an hour or so you guys arrived to the house and it was in the middle of nowhere, it was run-down, moldy, and you probably should’ve brought hazmat suits.. too late. Oh well. You got your backpack and you walked in, the smell of old wood hit both your nostrils and the wooden tiles creaked beneath your feet. It was stuffy and dusty in here, but New York seemed to brush it off and say everything would be fine. He snatched the backpack off your back and took out an EMF, examining it and turning it on. He waved it around afterwards and tried to see if it would pick up on anything.. and then it did when you guys got near the basement. It turned to orange, but then went back down. New York raised an eyebrow and blinked a few times, confused by the occurrence

“Fuck was that, man? Gotta be jokin’..”

He said, turning it off and crossing his arms. He gave you a slight glare, as if this was your fault..