My Ghost and I

Chapter 2

"We're here!," her dad chimed as they pulled up in front of the infamous Cobra mansion.

Spencer's and Jessica's bickering in the backseat ceased as they looked out their respective windows and widened their eyes. Not only was the mansion, like, HUGE, but it was also surrounded by what seemed to be hundreds of screaming fans and several news broadcasters. Fans surrounded the car and began to bang on the windows, causing the entire car to shake. Their dad honked on the horn, but alas, moving the car was near to impossible.

It took a lot of honking, but slowly but surely the car began to move forward, parking at by the edge of the curb.

"Be careful, kids!," their mother shouted, before they all got out of the car.

Once Spencer was out, she wished she could go back in, where she felt ten times safer. The crowd pulled her along with them, screaming and shouting in her ears. It was as if she was floating around! She didn't know why she of all people needed to get this attention. I mean, it's not her fault that her dang distant cousin had to infamously die! Well, I guess I'll get used to a paparazzis when I become a famous film director, she realized, the thought calming her down momentarily.

Turning her head around, she saw bodies being flown in the air from a moving spot among the crowd. She internally sighed in relief. Well, at least Jessica is having better luck, she thought.

Suddenly, a woman with a microphone grabbed Spencer's arm with more force than needed(okay, it was sort of needed in order for Spencer to escape the wild crowd, but it still hurt), and pulled her into a blocked off empty spot on the sidewalk. The camera was pointing at her, and the woman smiled wide.

"And we're here on E! Live at the Cobra Mansion with one of the new guests to move in!," the woman turned to face the now sweating Spencer, who wanted to disappear right then and there. "And she seems to be positively excited! Now tell me," the woman moved the microphone closer to Spencer's now tomato red face, "who are you?"

Oh God, oh God, oh God, OHMYGOD!, Spencer internally screamed. She wasn't exactly poise-perfect in front of camera. Behind a camera, however...

The woman began to frown, shoving the microphone even CLOSER to Spencer's face, if that was even possible.

"...Yo, S-Spen-Spencer W-W-w-W-RigHT HeRE!," she shouted, her voice fluctuating from her nervousness.

All went silent. Well, the crowd was screaming(still), but noise seemed to instantly vanish the moment the words left Spencer's mouth. Her blush intensified, as did the frowns on the faces of the newswoman and cameraman.

"Um, okay?," the woman said into the camera, causing the cameraman to shake with laughter. Spencer scurried away as fast as possible, lifting her hood to cover her face. Because the area was blocked off, Spencer was able to sit on the other end of the sidewalk in peace. Looking amongst the crowd, she eyed her family coming forward, thanks to Jessica, toward her. They didn't meet the empty area without being surrounded by numerous interviewers first.

Rolling her eyes, Spencer strode into the all-too-famous mansion, stopping short and gaping at the sight of it all.

It was, to say the least, BIG.

The ceilings were high. At every corner there was a decoration of some sort, and on every wall there were dozens of photographs of none other than BJC himself. Heck, there was even a freaking elevator system! Spencer had always known the apartment life, so now living in a house a mansion-was only so much to bear right now. Overwhelmed, she slowly shook her head, taking it all in. Her eyes once again met the sight of the late BJC's large dark ones on her left, making her frown.

If you told Spencer Wright that she was in any way related to Billy Joe Cobra before last week, she would have laughed in your face. Or she would have given you a look of disgust and quickly walked away. The point is, she would have never believed you. If it wasn't for the will that specifically gave her mother the deed to the mansion for God Knows Why, she would have that she was getting punked. But this was no dream.

Everyone loved BJC. Everyone. Teenagers, kids, parents, teachers, even babies started drooling at an unholy pace if they caught a glimpse of the guy! And you didn't need BJC to be existing in real life in order for such drooling to occur. He was practically everywhere. The world famous star appeared on what must be thousands of products, and screens and advertisements and posters, it was nearly impossible to not have heard of him. It was fact that you needed to be living under a rock in order not to know who the famous pop star was.

Everyone loved him except for Spencer.

So the irony of Spencer Wright living in the mansion of a dead pop star, which she happened to be distantly related to somehow, whom she didn't even like, but HATE, was priceless.

Was she jealous of the pop star's fame and success? No. If he made movies that were even as famous as he was, Spencer would probably build a shrine to the guy. But he was only famous because...well, Spencer didn't even know why. She hated him because his songs were always, ALWAYS about him, so he had to be the most conceited person in the world. He seemed like it too. Last week, E! released a BJC one hour special, and, to learn more about the pop star that she didn't even want to know, she watched what had to be television's darkest hour. It was a special consisting of his most memorable interviews, and in every single one, he talked about he, himself, and HIM with this arrogant look on his face. He didn't even need the interviewers to ask questions-he had plenty to tell. Everyone always acted so interested, but if you took away his good looks(not that Spencer thought a guy like him was good looking, GROSS!) and his fame, NOBODY would even want to get to know this guy. He didn't even seem to care about anyone else! He even fawned over himself on a regular basis, which left Spencer outright disgusted with him.

Before this whole yourdeadcousinisadeadpopstar thing, Spencer didn't even like him when he WAS alive! She was in her own little bubble of zombies and movies, and music seemed to be one of the worst ways to get through life. She rolled her eyes whenever people fangasamed about him in school, or talked about how hot(HE WASN'T) he was.

She only heard his really, REALLY popular songs in the hallways sometimes, which, she had to admit, were catchy. His voice wasn't so bad either. But she had no time for music as she had a video making career to pursue.

"I don't even like you," she said to the painting. She glared at it, remembering that she had to move HERE, of all places.

Big mistake.

Without warning, all of the lights flickered on and off, ON AND OFF! Over and over again did lights flicker. Some bulbs from the chandelier even popped, glass shards surrounding Spencer's feet on the floor.

The flickering suddenly stopped, making Spencer blink a few times. She stood silent, as pale as a sheet...or a GHOST.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around, stepping over the shards as she walked out of the mansion, appearing fine. But she was shaking so, so much.

Her house was haunted.

She lived in a haunted house.