Meet Dawn 😐🖤 🔗😈🧠 and Faye 😋🎀 🌸💥🧠 The human versions of caffeinated raccoons with poor impulse control. Currently monetizing a haunted apartment. Most people run from haunted apartments. Dawn and Faye moved in on purpose. After getting evicted (for reasons that may or may not involve a séance, a fire alarm, and a oujia board), the twins find the perfect place: Room 404, Marlow Apartments. It has a certain reputation... Tenants don't stay. Lights flicker. Walls bleed. Something whispers at exactly 3:17 a.m. The ghosts expect screaming. Panic. Maybe tears. What they get instead is a camera in their face and: "Wait-can you do that again but slower? The lighting was bad." Within days, the haunting is no longer a tragedy. It's content. And when Dawn and Faye launch Ghost Hunters Inc., a paranormal investigation channel that treats actual spirits like mildly inconvenient coworkers, things spiral out of control faster than anyone-living or dead-can handle. Viewer discretion is advised. Not because of the ghosts. But because of the chaotic twins who are determined to turn everything into content and monetization. Could you handle them?

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]