On the night of Halloween, when shadows dance, and secrets whisper through the night, a small town's darkest fears come alive, revealing that some legends are more than just stories.
Rowan and his sister, Juniper, had just moved from New York to liv...
Show me everything we built so I can tear it all down.
-Benson Boone, Ghost Town
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"How much Windex do you have to inhale for it to be too much?" Rowan coughs up the chemical smell before returning to his cleaning rag. He remains on his knees, cleaning the nastiest bathroom floor he has ever seen.
Juniper turns towards him. His wool clothes have been replaced with cleaning ones. A turtle neck hugs against her skin tightly, covering where the curse has spread. Almost half of her body is transparent.
Her nose is scrunched up in disgust as she cleans the sinks, "Enough to hopefully knock the both of us out within the next five minutes." Her scrubbing becomes more aggressive by the minute. "We already fixed the sprinkles mess. Why do we need to clean everything else?"
Rowan brushes himself off of the floor. He avoids the bowl of salt they have placed to reach the broom and dustpan. "Something about helping out a community. I don't know, I blanked when Aunt Maggie started talking."
Juniper's arm works to scrub at the dirty sinks until she drops the rag to catch her breath. Sweat beads on her forehead as she gives Rowan an exhausted look. She sits next to their bowl of salt on the freshly cleaned floor.
"Do you think this salt is really working?" She asks as she runs her finger through the bowl.
"Absolutely not!"
Juniper's head snaps up to look at Rowan. He looks at her with his mouth open. Juniper narrows her eyes, "Then why do we care to bring it with us everywhere?" She starts to become frustrated.
Rowan gives her a confused, blank look. His mouth gaps open, "I didn't say anything."
Juniper throws her hands up. She's so down with her brother's attitude. He either only thinks about their ghost situation or acts completely unserious.
Rowan shakes his head at her before turning around and analyzing all parts of the bathroom. "No," he pleads, "I didn't say that."
His sister watches him from the floor. She recalls the sentence she had thought came from him. The more she replays it in her head, the more it doesn't sound like Rowan.
From inside the nearest stall, the toilet starts to gurgle. The seat moves up and down as the water below it rises. Rowan swings open the stall door. Juniper rushes to his side to see what is happening.
Rowan quickly grabs the plunder and fights against the living toilet. He grunts as the water fights back. The seat continues to rattle, and the bowl rattles the plunder. Rowan doesn't know what is happening until the water drains itself and mist rises instead.
"He's here!" Rowan shrieks to Juniper, who cowards on the other side of the stall door. She debates on helping, but her feet are stuck to the ground in fear. She doesn't have the will to move until she hears someone running down the hall towards the bathroom.
