"Ghost! Ghostfacers!
We face the ghosts when others will not, we're-
Ghost! Ghostfacers!
Stay in the kitchen when the kitchen gets hot!
Ghost! Ghostfacers!
We face the nightmare, we face the dread!
Ghost! Ghostfacers!
We face the faceless, WE FACE THE DEAD!
In the haunted night, looking for the fight of our life
With the afterlife!
When you trip and fall, into the supernatural
We're who you're gonna call,
Cause we face them all!" You sang along to the song that you knew all too well. That poor show hadn't made it on TV yet, but you settled with watching their webisodes on a weekly basis. You had no clue why you liked that show, it was cheesy and looked very staged, but it calmed you and you loved to end off long days with an episode and a slice of pizza.
"I am so lame." You laughed at yourself as you moved your laptop onto your dresser. You needed to pack for visiting your mom and brothers in your teensy tiny hillbilly hometown. "Oh joy, the ole countryside." You groaned to yourself as you grabbed clothes from your dresser, Ghostfacers making sufficient background noise for you. You dropped your reject pile on the floor; the trick for your old town was to not look too fancy. The locals frowned upon it. You luckily had frumpy clothes, as that's what you lived in during exam and assignment season at college. You also weren't one to be fancy anyways.
You chucked your most frumpy clothes in your duffel bag. It took you over an hour to pack, even though you were only going for a weekend because Ghostfacers was distracting you. It made you laugh whenever the episode was supposed to get intense and scary. It always fell short. You loved you some ghostfacers, regardless of the cheesiness.
The next morning you hopped into your car and drove down back to your hometown. It was a full day drive. You grinned as the sights became familiar. "Hillbilly hell." You laughed nostalgically as you entered into the town boundaries.
The truth was that it was a beautiful area, and you didn't mind it, but you loved the anonymity of the city.
"I'm back bitches!" you yelled as you opened your childhood home's door. You walked into the kitchen where your mom clapped you upside the head.
"Language Y/N!" She scolded you and your grin grew. Home sweet home. Just like the good old days.
"What's going on?" you asked as you eyed the vegetable platters she was preparing.
"Neighbourhood barbeque at the Miller's." she said and you nodded. The Millers were the wealthiest family in town and had been holding neighbourhood functions since before you were born. "Your brothers are already there. I was just waiting up for you." She wiped her hands after she finished and then gave you a tight hug.
"Oh joy." You plastered a fake smile onto your face and she playfully narrowed her eyes at you.
"Behave, don't think you're too old for me to discipline." She said before shoving a platter into your hands and sending you to the car.
The barbeque was huge, as usual for the Miller's shindigs. It was against their religion to have small celebrations. You helped your mom take the platters and lay them out on the large picnic tables that they had set out for food on the grand backyard.
"Sis?" Your little brother Kyle ruffled your hair and you hugged him in response. He'd grown and towered above you now even though he was just 16 and you were 20.
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