A/N: My official fanfic for Halloween. I'm going to try to keep everyone in character, but I apologize in advance if anyone seems OOC at any point during the story. Also, I'm going to make some changes so that the story isn't just a copy-and-paste of the original movie. With that being said, I hope you guys like it, and review!

Disclaimer: I own ParaNorman as much as Tim Burton owns Coraline (that is to say, not at all).

Chapter One-Aggie Prenderghast

"Aggie? Aggie? Hey, Aggie!" The 11-year-old's eyes snapped open.

"Aunt Hester?" The woman smiled.

"Ah good, you're awake! You slept in. Now get out of bed and get dressed." The girl obliged, climbing out of her bed and starting to make it.

"Now then, as soon as you're done, be sure to comb your hair,"

"Aunt Hester-"

"Brush your teeth,"

"Aunt Hester-"

"And did you remember to do your homework? You know you have that assignment due for today and..."

"Aunt Hester!" Finally, the woman fell quiet, staring wide-eyed at her niece.

"Look, it's not like I don't like your company, but do you have to keep coming over here? You've been dead for almost a month now!"

Agatha Prenderghast was not like other kids. For as long she could remember, she was able to see dead people. It wasn't anything special; to Aggie it came as normally as tying her shoes or going to school. However, needless to say, there were lots of people who thought she was a freak because of her abilities.

One of which had been her own father. From the time she was little, Aggie had heard her parents having painful arguments about her. He blamed his wife, as her sister, Aggie's Aunt Hester, had been able to see ghosts too. More often than not, Aggie had been kept up by the sound of her parents' shouting, sobbing quietly as she tried to go to sleep, to block it all out. It all came to a head when Aggie's mom, Martha, got pregnant again when she was six. They had had their worst fight yet, which ended with Mr. Prenderghast saying that he 'wasn't going to have another freak in his family', and driving off into the night, never to come back. His worries turned out to be for nothing, as Aggie's little brother, Joseph, wasn't able to see ghosts like his sister. That didn't bring her father back, though. And it didn't make the hurt go away.

Aunt Hester frowned sadly.

"Well, I'm just trying to look out for my favorite niece, that's all. And I wanted to-"

"Aggie? You up yet?"

"Yes Mom!" Aggie answered. She turned back to Aunt Hester. "I'm sorry. Look, I have to go now, okay?" She grabbed some clothes out of her drawers and ran to the bathroom.

"But, Aggie! I have to tell you about...!"

"Tell me later, okay?" Aggie asked as she closed the door. Outside, she ran into Joseph.

"Is Aunt Hester in there?" He asked intuitively.

"Yeah." Aggie said. Joseph was one of the few people who didn't treat Aggie different because of her abilities. It was probably because he was so young, and her brother, but still, Aggie was glad that somebody didn't treat her like a freak. Joseph had his sister's brown hair, but the same hazel eyes as his father.

"What'd she say?" The five-year-old asked excitedly. "Can I go in and say hi?"

"Do what you want, I don't care!" Aggie said. "I'm going to be late!" She showered and got dressed, then brushed her hair, grabbed her schoolbag, and rushed downstairs, where her mom was making breakfast. Aggie couldn't stop herself from letting out a start as she saw her Aunt Hester hovering over the table. The woman didn't give up!

"Something wrong, dear?" Martha asked, looking up from the waffles she was making.

"Aunt Hester..."Aggie started before stopping herself. She didn't like mentioning ghosts to her mom, not when it had lost her her husband.

"You still miss her, huh?" Martha asked sadly.

"Uh, yeah." Aggie said. Martha looked almost exactly like a grown-up version of her daughter, except with shorter hair. She had a kind face, which always seemed to be covered with flour, due to her baking job, and an hourglass figure.

"I couldn't believe it, even when we went to her funeral." Martha said. "Even though she could see the dead, she was always so lively and..." She sighed sadly, unable to continue. She then looked at the clock, and gasped.

"Oh dear, you're going to be late!" Grabbing a waffle off the plate, she handed it over to her daughter.

"You should get going now, sweetie. Have a good day. And try not to let those kids get to you, okay?"

"I'll try." Aggie said briefly before running out. As she ran outside, she ran right through a mailman ghost.

"Whoa! Hey!"

"Sorry!" Aggie apologized. As she ran down the street, she saw many other ghosts, all of them greeting her individually. Aggie took the time to say a quick hello to each of them as they ran. She liked the ghosts she saw. Many of the ones she met were really nice, a lot nicer than a lot of the living people she knew, that was for sure.

Well, time to start another great day.