This is mainly, if not completely, inspired by myown_noanimations on Youtube. Go check out their channel! A community post mentioned the tale of Amityville, so this would not exist without them.

Luz Noceda was beyond excited. She'd always loved fantasy. From her favorite series, The Good Witch Azura, to ghost stories, Luz loved to entertain the idea of another way of life. To think there could be a different world, a different set of rules rather than the confining ones that were the norm! So imagine her excitement when she found out she and her mother where moving to the infamous Amityville House.

(In reality, it was really shrieking at the kitchen table when she heard the news, but we don't talk about that. Far too embarassing.)

So here she was, in a car. She had a messenger bag and a small suitcase. The suitcase contained clothes and a few dolls that were probably too babyish, but since when did Luz Noceda, oddball, ever care about that? Well, in truth, she did care a bit. She wanted friends, but she also didn't want to change herself to fit in. The messenger bag was far more important though. Luz had told her mother it contained snacks and a few magazines to keep her from being bored on the long car drive. That was partially true, but most of it contained blueprints of the house, tools for the paranormal, info on the mystery of Amityville, and advice from a forum she frequented. Luz wasn't one for arguing online, but the people on the forum were mostly kind to one another.

A few hours of poring through news articles later, they arrived. It was afternoon, and they immediately went inside. It was a cozy little house, but it seemed... off. Certain parts, especially the bedrooms, were unnaturally cold.

Time skip because I won't describe unpacking...

Luz wiped the sweat off her forehead. Unpacking was certainly hard work. The sun had just set over the neighbors' houses. Luz walked downstairs. She avoided the one locked room though. This place had far too many secrets, and it scared her. One hand on the railing, she cautiously stepped down. She smelled pancakes for some reason.

Her mother was at the oven, apron on. "Hola, mija. Sorry about the pancakes, we don't have anything other than pancake batter."

Luz laughed a nervous laugh. She could swear they'd brought more food than pancakes for goodness sake. As if her mother could read her mind, she said, "The stuff we brought went missing somehow."

Well that was suspicious. The supposed ghosts appeared to be pranksters. Luz took over flipping pancakes while her mother set the table. They sat down at the table. Luz decided this was the perfect time to bring up the more... supernatural side of the house.

"Mama? I was wondering if you knew about the house. More specifically, the... deaths? I know what you're going to say, but are you sure that there aren't ghosts?"

Luz's mother put her fork down and sighed. "Mija, por favor. I only bought this house because it was cheap. I know you like the idea of ghosts. But please, don't do anymore ghost hunting. It's..." She hesitated. Luz was surprised. Her mother wasn't the type to simply stop talking in the middle of a sentence. That was more a Luz thing, spacing out. "Dangerous," said her mother, finishing. Or not. "Promise me you won't try anything, ok?"

Luz nodded. She had no intention to keep that promise, but she didn't want to worry her mother. They continued to talk, mainly about school, which Luz had in a few days (it was your normal Friday night, where you try to forget that school exists, but parents force you to remember).

Soon they finished the measly dinner, and they went their seperate ways. To each bedroom. Luz was confronted by the abnormal (so perhaps it wasn't an entirely normal Friday night) cold air. Luz grabbed her book of spooky stories and began to read. Some time later, she closed the book. Quickly, she reached into her bag and grabbed a flashlight and some papers.

Tip-toeing about would be the only way to get information about the mysterious ghosts. She flashbacked to the first moment she saw the ghosts. Luz had pushed it to the back of her head, because her mother would immediately know something was up. Luz saw a head of green hair in a window. She might've imagined it. Yellow leaves were falling, and it could've been a trick of the golden fall light.

Don't get her wrong, she wanted to find proof of ghosts. But knowing that these ghosts would all have a bullet hole in them - not to mention the actually bullet - and likely a vengenance.

A floorboard creaked, bringing Luz back to the present. She crept around a corner. She was approaching the locked room, blueprints clutched in her hand. She spread it open on the floor. She wasn't looking for anything in particular. Then a voice spoke up.

"Mittens won't appreciate you looking in her room. So if that's where you're headed, we'll gladly accompany you."

Luz opened her mouth in a silent scream. Two twins stood behind her, grins on their faces.

"It's been a while since we annoyed our little sis, right Patrick?" said the one with the braid.

Luz got up and looked at the twins. They were clearly ghosts, and had green hair. But they weren't the ghost Luz had originally seen. (It was your paranormal Friday night, where you forget that school exists, and can only think of ghosts.)