"The Selling House is empty again," Kuwabara announced.
Shizuru glanced up from the frying pan where she was grilling fish for dinner. "I noticed. The family lasted two years this time."
"It's the longest anyone has ever stayed there," Kuwabara said, casually leaning against the kitchen counter, his hand slipping toward the plate of freshly cooked dumplings.
"Touch them and you'll be a ghost next," Shizuru said without so much as a glance in his direction.
Kuwabara wilted. "Fine…" He made his way to the front porch so the smells of dinner cooking wouldn't be quite so torturous. With a sigh, he slumped down on the front steps. In minutes, boredom had his gaze drifting toward the Selling House.
It really is weird that family stayed there two years.
The ghost in that house wasn't nice. It creeped Kuwabara out to even walk past the building. He couldn't imagine trying to actually live there.
There was a flicker of movement in one of the windows, and Kuwabara's whole body went rigid as he stared. But then he saw the figure more clearly, and he realized that he wasn't looking at the ghost, but one of the neighborhood kids.
Is that kid crazy? What's he doing in the Selling House? Maybe the ghost would leave him alone. But maybe it wouldn't. Either way, the kid was making a big mistake by going in the house.
Before he could think about it too much, Kuwabara was on his feet and heading for the Selling House.
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AN: I did say I would finish this story; it's just taking a while. Since it has been so long, a quick reminder for you all about the timeline and character's ages. This is still the summer after Kuwabara's first year of middle school; Kuwabara and Yusuke are twelve, and Shizuru is sixteen.