Emily laughed and floated up through the ceiling, watching the young teenagers squirm and try to dare each other out of going first. They were already afraid, but they haven't seen anything yet. Finally one kid got forced to go into the house first. All of the other teenagers had teamed up on that one poor kid, but Emily knew how that felt. She-almost-felt pity for him. She would take it easy on him, but after the other kids came in a real haunting would ensue. She was a ghost, of course, but not the malevolent kind. She just enjoyed giving the local hoodlums a scare they would remember. Emily wiggled her mainly transparent fingers in the poor moonlight, and looked to her friend. "Ready?" She asked her friend, who was watching beside her. Emily still remembered the day that they died. They were simply walking across the road, talking about school and such, whenever the car came. They never heard it coming, because it was ready to storm that day and the thunder made them hurry to their own separate houses. They were almost at the driveway of Emily's house when the car roared down the hill, straight at them. It was almost as if they were in slow motion, almost as if the car held them in that spot. Whatever the reason, they couldn't move, only watch as the car came closer, closer. The driver looked panicked, as if he couldn't stop, as if his brakes were out. The next thing they knew, they were sitting on the lawn, watching their bodies be zipped up in bags. It was about five years after that accident, and the two friends found that they were imprisoned in that house. Emily's parents moved out of the house a year after the accident, and the two children found that they had the house to themselves. And it was true. Nobody would buy the place after the accident. It was truly their house now. And they could do all the mischief that they could do now. Emily grinned her mischievous impish grin, which had turned truly ghoulish now that she was a ghost. "Let's go have some fun!"