Merry Christmas, Duncan

(Cut back to the party, Owen and Izzy is already cugged down some party food)
Owen: Whoo-hoo! (laughs) Awesome party, right, Iz?
Izzy: Totally, baby! (puts a brownie in Owen's mouth)
Owen: Mmm, brownies!
(Bridgette, Geoff, DJ and Duncan came over)
Bridgette: Guys, have आप seen Courtney?
Owen: We just saw her walking to another room.
Bridgette: She was अभिनय weird like everything's okay and all that.
Geoff: Come on, Bridge, how bad can it be?
Courtney: AAAAHHHH!!!
DJ: That bad!
(Courtney was still in the other room, laying down on the couch, holding her stomach as she groaned in pain)
Courtney: (groans)...

7 o'clock in evening watching some stupid birds play.
I'm zoned on the bench, asking my self,"Why am I here anyways?"

I sat quietly, अभिनय like I was dead.
My mine was only filled with Courtney, and look! There she is.

She came over to me, as she started to speak all nice and cute.
And sometimes, I wish my life was like a remote, and could put it mute.

And she says,"Hey, Duncan whats on your mind."

I say,"Don't know, kinda bord."

She says,"I don't care if your bord, get up!"

I say,"Dang it! Wheres that remote. But first आप have do some tiny things for me!"

She sits back and says,"Okay, make it quick,...

Courtney sat in her bedroom on हैलोवीन Eve, with her bowl of half devoured कैन्डी मक्का, मकई in her lap, purusing the internet for new sources of scary पढ़ना entertainment- a newly made tradition of hers. So far, she had read about suicides that led to ghosts in barns, war stories where the soldiers still walked the battlefield, and insane, escaped criminals who had become mass murderers.

The scariest one so far had been a story about a family who kept hearing footsteps in their रसोई, रसोईघर at night. When they asked the पूर्व owner about it, they had been shocked, as well as frightened, to find...