Hosting a Ghost Roast || Rebecca and Haley
The opinions were in. Haley had a ghost problem. Which, I mean, she knew. Sort of. She had a ghost problem. Emphasis on the past tense had. They showed up for a week or so at sunset and left at sunrise. But that hadn’t happened in a while. Over. Done. No more ghosts. No more Bec-- Nothing more to see.
So the whole ramen catastrophe of 2015 had to be a fluke. Because if these ghosts could hang around, why wouldn’t her sister still be here? Why wouldn’t she keep hanging out and making fun of Haley’s life and wardrobe and choices? She had considered the possibility that this was Becca fucking with her, sure. Only she was pretty sure that if her sister were messing with her, she would have started tossing things out of the closet first and foremost. Maybe messing up her makeup. Again. Haley so did not miss the eyeliner swiping that Bex was notorious for.
The thought stung her straight through her chest. Every time Haley started to think that she could remember her sister without the pain or guilt, she was proven dead wrong.
Nope, nothing about the weird cold spots and occasional book and ramen tossings indicated to her that this was her sister so she couldn’t figure out how this was possible and why this person was hanging around if that were the case. Didn’t hurt to let the 20 year experienced exorcist who volunteered to show up give the apartment a one over, though.
Plus, knowing for sure what was causing the weirdness was probably going to make her life goal to be a couch potato forever a whole lot easier and less spooky.
The buzzer went off and Haley popped out of her seat and let whoever was on the other side come in. She was 90% sure it was Rebecca and on the off chance it wasn’t, that’s what peep holes were for.
...Not that she knew what Rebecca looked like.
The woman on the other side of the door who came into view a minute or so later had dark hair, average height, and looked weirdly young. Especially for someone with two decades of this under her belt.
Did she have two decades of life under her belt? Was she ghost hunting in utero what the hell was this? Hmm, it was hard to tell in fish eye view.
Eh, she looked harmless enough. And if she wasn’t, well, Haley was pretty sure she could take her. So she swung open the door, standing in the frame with her arms crossed in front of her chest. “Rebecca?” she asked, one brow raised slightly, her eyes sweeping over the girl, trying to decide if this was in fact the exorcist she ordered. Here’s hoping.
