Back at Hillhurst, things were quite calm and serene. Yet it felt a little odd for the monsters having a double of Ashley around. It looked, sounded, and acted exactly like Ashley. Which is why they feel a little strange about it.

All they know is, Ashley cast a darn good double spell.

Other Ashley came downstairs. "Hey guys, I'm going over to my mom's, I'll see you soon."

But then, Little Ghoul rushed in. "Hold on a spell! I just got this in the mail!" She reached into her robe and pulled out a blue box. "I got a few things from the witch wide web. Inside is a winner's charm, seven lucky rabbit's feet, a stuff the ballet box incantation-"

"Forget it, Little Ghoul." Other Ashley said. "I'm not using magic to cheat."

"It's not cheating!" the ghoul protested. "It's called an advantage in the competition."

But Ashley just kept walking. Little Ghoul grabbed her by the arm. "Come on! At least take this!" She took out a small compact mirror.

Ashley was confused as she took the mirror. What good would this do? She was about to open it, but Little Ghoul stopped her.

"Ah, ah, ah! No peeking! This is for that blue blood Britney! Make sure she's the one who looks in the mirror."

"What does it do?" Ashley asked.

"Something that will make Britney sorry that she even thought about running against your mother!" Little Ghoul said, ringing her hands.

Ashley grinned as she looked at the thing. "Tempting, very temping. But, I'd rather not."

Little Ghoul slumped over in disappointment.

Seeing this, Ashley put the mirror in her pocket. "But I'll hold onto it, just in case." She winked.

"Now you're talking!" Little Ghoul said.

With a point at herself, Ashley materialized right at her mother's house in the living room, where she was in the middle of her laptop time, she jumped, startled.

"Ashley! What did I tell you about that?!" Irene said, holding a hand to her chest.

Rachel sheepishly rubbed her neck. "Sorry, Mom. I just wanted to check up on you to see how you're doing."

Irene looked at her laptop screen. "Well, the early polling numbers are in...and we're still behind."

Ashley was exasperated. "What?! After all our hard work?! We've put up enough signs, buttons, and speeches and we're still behind?!"

Irene looked down. "I'm afraid so..."

But that wasn't enough to lower Ashley's spirit. In fact, she had an idea. "Don't worry Mom, I can fix this!" She pointed to herself and-

"Not so fast!" Irene said sharply, stopping her daughter. "What are you up to?"

Ashley held out her palm and a stack of her mother's campaign pamphlets was in her hand. "I'm just going to hand out more pamphlets. That's all." she said innocently.

Irene sighed. "Alright, but remember. I want to win this race fair and square. So no magic. Understand?"

"Understood." Then Ashley zapped herself away.


Ashley decided the local mall would be a perfect place to boost her mother's campaign. She began putting up posters here and there.

With the posters up, Ashley took out the compact mirror. As she stared at it, she wondered what this could possible do to Britney? Maybe turn her into a frog? Nah, too old school. Or...

Suddenly, someone bumped into Ashley, making her drop the mirror. The person picked up the object.

"You dropped this." a female voice said. She handed Ashley the mirror.

Ashley looked up. Thank y-"

But the person was already gone. Confused, Ashley looked around, but saw no one else around her. Ashley just shrugged it off and put the mirror back in her pocket.

"Hey, Deacon."

With a sigh, Ashley turned and saw Britney and the Tracksuit twins.

"What do you want now?" Ashley asked annoyed. "In need of a personality transplant?"

"Save the comebacks for when we beat you." Britney snapped.

Ashley crossed her arms. "I'll bet your mom only wants to win just to boost your family's ego. You people don't care about Charterville, you just care about yourselves. Just stay out of my way, unlike your mom, my mom takes this campaign seriously. She doesn't need to spread mass hysteria just to bring up her chances of winning."

"If she really is your mom." Britney said.

Ashley blinked. "What?"

"I said, if she really is your mom." Britney snapped her fingers and one of the twins pulled out a folder. "We've taken the liberty of checking your mother's credentials. And according to them, there's no records whatsoever of your birth or adoption. Or your existence."

Ashley was stunned. "W-What?"

Britney leaned toward her. "In other words, Irene is not your mother."

Ashley stumbled back in shock, the girls nonchalantly left.

A moment passed, then Ashley's face snapped into a face full of rage, unable to believe Britney could possibly mean it. Not only did she not believe it, but it angered her. There's no way in the world she would believe her own mother would lie to her so for long.

To think, Britney would go so far as to make up something so outrageous just to spite her?!

That was the straw that broke the witch's back. She took out the compact mirror, turned around and took a good look at Britney's gaudy purse.

"Don't do it."

Ashley stiffened. It was the voice of the ghost lady, the one Ashley met in Charterville Cemetery and gave her the magic key necklace. Her voice would never say anything to Ashley unless something epic was going to happen.

And Ashley knew something epic was going down, making Britney suffer once and for all.

With the mirror in hand, Ashley pointed at Britney's purse. After her fingertip sparkled, the mirror in her hand was now replaced with the compact mirror from Britney purse.

With the ordinary compact mirror in her possession, Ashley smiled, knowing that Britney was going to suffer at last.


After spending and shopping until her credit card was maxed out, Britney headed into the ladies' room to freshen up while her toadies waited outside, carrying all of their leader's purchases.

She reached into her purse and pulled out her mirror. When she snapped it open and Britney's reflection appeared, she saw the glass seemingly fill up with a black fog. Britney stared in astonishment as the black mist swirled around in the mirror.

Then, from in the darkness, a pair of solid red eyes flashed.

Britney's scream was heard from outside.

Hearing the scream, Ashley smiled even wider. She kept that smile all day as she put up more posters and reinforcing them with magic so Britney's goons won't tear them down.