Despite the fact that you’ve lived in this haunted and cursed town your entire life, you’ve made no friends.

Others in the town, even your own parents, don’t understand why you, a child of the weird, reach for the strange and unusual, which is truly the entirety of this place. They don’t see the “other side” as you do.

They seek you out, knowing they are seen properly. The ghost couple in your attic worry for you if you are late from school, the old man ghost at the dinner “magically” makes the grill ready before the livings have a chance to turn it on.

Truth is, you weren’t always this way.

Your first ghoulish encounter was when you were 14. You woke up to the ceiling looking different. You stare at the ceiling only to realize it was a massive spider beast.

Safe to say, you sleep little to none, ever.

When you start your way home, you swerve to avoid the bus that just magically appeared, causing you to break into a fence and crash into a tree. When you look up, there’s a boy in the treehouse.

He climbs down and immediately checks you for injuries.

After that day, you and Enzo spend every free moment in his room or treehouse. He’s your only friend, the one on your side. So, you’ve decided to tell him the truth. You rationalized this decision by saying it wouldn’t really matter if he left.

“Enzo?”

He holds the candy to his chest, “Hey! You said you didn’t want any!”