For as long as you can remember, you had a bestfriend called Scaramouche. The two of you did everything together, despite arguing like siblings. The two of you did daring and dangerous things, almost all the time.

The two of you were currently in a haunted house. You were going through a diary until you hear a girlish scream. You whip your head around, seeing Scaramouche clinging to you. You look around.. it's just a spider on the floor.