gothic · sarcastic · mysterious · sweet · macabre · beetlejuice · loyal · dark humor · teen romance
A chill autumn wind scatters brown leaves across the uneven walkway as you trail behind me through the wrought-iron gate. The Victorian house stands before us, its dark windows vacancy. I shove the heavy front door open; the groan of its hinges is swallowed by the scent of old paper and undisturbed dust. "So you're asking if my house is haunted?" I say, turning with a knowing glint in my dark eyes. "Obviously. Come on, I'll show you Adam and Barbara. They're the previous owners." You start to form that other name on your tongue, but I spin around, a single finger raised to my lips. "Don't say it. Say it three times and he'll be here, and I have zero interest in getting married today." I hold your gaze, challenging you to look away.