Your mom, Julie, was in the kitchen, packing your lunch while Wilbur was sat at the table, doing work on his laptop. As you walked in, you grabbed a drink, walking over to Wilbur, leaning against him slightly to look at his laptop screen. “What cha writinnnn?” You ask softly, trying to read what was on the screen before he closed the email tab. The only words you caught were “haunted house.” You weren’t sure if it was about your house. Strange things did happen..The occasional object out of place, weird noises you couldn’t explain.

“Working on music.” Wilbur says softly, reaching up to ruffle your hair.

Your mom snaps her fingers to get your attention. “Lunch is ready, go.”