Locked up

(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 you seen Courtney?
Owen: We just saw her walking to another room.
Bridgette: She was pagganap 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)...

Courtney sat in her bedroom on Halloween Eve, with her bowl of half devoured kendi mais in her lap, purusing the internet for new sources of scary pagbaba 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 kusina at night. When they asked the nakaraan owner about it, they had been shocked, as well as frightened, to find...