Bebita Nina

Don't go to the macabre side

  Near a apartment that had 3 family members, there was a moving van driving. There was a girl.  

  The parents helped the moving van get settled in. The girl went to her room to get her things set up with being the new kid in the neighborhood. The girl was a teenage girl who had a perfectionist side to her, but she was more friendly than most. She still hated craziness and scary things, loved playing the violin for the music club, but she was actually a nice girl. She was down to earth and sarcastic at times, but always tried to make new friends.  

  A while later, there came a ring at the doorbell. 

 The girl's mother came to the door. "Oh! Hello there."

"Hi, we're your across the apartment neighbors, I'm Rodolfo Rivera and this is my father, Grandpapi Rivera" the black haired man greeted.

"It's nice to meet you," The girl's mother said as a nervous man screams and run away from a butterfly and where this man was her husband. "This is my husband, Pablo Perez and I'm Nicole Perez."

Pablo is shaking in fear.

Nicole only sighed and shook her head, then smiled to them. "Won't you come inside?"

Rodolfo and Grandpapi smiled as they came into the room to get to know their new neighbors better. And where their new neighbor's house seemed much macabre inside as well than their own apartment.

But it scares Rodolfo and Grandpapi.

The paintings seem to follow them with their eyes as Grandpapi and Rodolfo walk.

"Pilar, will you come down here?" Nicole called.

Pilar soon came into the living room where the adults were.

"This is our daughter,Maria de la Pilar Perez." Pablo introduced.

But they heard a creepy guitar music.

  "Oh, how cute..." Rodolfo replied. "I'm sure my son Manny will get along with your daughter."

  "Aaaah!!! what is that!"

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" The voice is filled with way to much cheeriness

Pilar's eyes finally adjust to the darkness and she blinks a few times in disbelief at the girl standing—no, floating  in front of her.

She appears to be translucent and glows a light blue. She looks kind of similar to Frida Suarez.

"Who are you"

"Well, I'm so glad you asked," she beamed, placing a hand on her chest and rising up a few inches, "My name is Angy, and I'm a ghost!"

"What—"

  "Don't worry,   I'm 32 in ghost years I just want to make friends"

  "Frie—"

"But I think we might just get along! We already have so much in common!"

 "Did you seriously just make a—"

"Anyways I really, really, really hope you want to be friends with me because I love talking to people but I can only do it in this apartment!"

  "What the–how do you–what even–arghh," Pilar puts her hands up against her forehead and rubs it, really hoping she can wake up now, "I'm going to need a minute to process this."  

"Hi"

Angy scares Rodolfo and Grandpapi.