A/N: I may or may not be addicted to writing Riley's life. Plus, finals are next week, which means I am so close to FREEDOM! Expect more Riley shenanigans, if you so please.

So, without further ado, here is a teaser to the start of another adventure. :)

It all changed when my best friend Libby—in all her wacky unluckiness—woke up a ghost, and it started haunting her house.

The funny thing was, Libby had been swearing for years now that her house was haunted. I'd just never paid much attention to her rantings, because with Libby, it was always something.

Except, now...now I knew better. After my biological father-turned vampire-turned psychotic killer-turned kidnapper had tried to spirit me away from the great town of Eagle Point, Oregon, I most definitely knew better. I knew that the things only existing inside myths and horror stories were actually real and not to be messed with.

Sadly, Libby did not.

Last week, her parents had started renovating their ancient house, doing little things to keep the structure and integrity intact. And each day afterwards, she had excitedly updated me on every single weird thing was starting to happen. Creaking, whispers, dancing shadows.

The vampires trying to kidnap and turn me had been a wake-up call, and I had fervently tried to convince Libby that a ghost was bad news. She had blown me off in her typical Libby optimism. A ghost couldn't be bad. That was simply inconceivable.

Then, two nights ago, Libby had accidentally broken part of the wall or smashed a giant hole in it with some of the heavy equipment her parents were using to remodel the house. Or something like that. Her story kept changing every time. Either way, her parents had decided to just take the entire wall out, stating they'd wanted to do it for years. Of course, as soon as they started, the haunting had really kicked into gear, and Libby had finally started to believe me.

The marks helped, too. The morning after the construction started on the wall, Libby had woken up to find strange bruises on her arms. The day after that, she had sworn the antique picture frame on the wall moved. Next, it had been flickering lights and cold spots.

The fervent excitement while regaling me with daily reports had faded, turning slowly but surely to fear.

So, when Libby's dad took a nasty spill down the staircase and was staying overnight in the hospital with Libby's mom, Libby had called an emergency best friend sleepover, and I had complied.

Before heading over to Libby's, I had Googled all her reported occurrences, settling with the general consensus that it was definitely a haunting by a ghost or spirit or whatever they were called. Only, nothing I'd found would tell me how to get rid of it.

That still didn't stop me from going over, though. I'd already had my first encounter with the supernatural, and I had been alone at the time—without my family or anyone to rely on. It had been terrifying and dangerous, and there was no way I was going to abandon Libby to the same fate.

So I had come over, and I was now staring up at the front of Libby's house. Before this ghost stuff, it had always been "quaint" and "eccentric" in my mind. Now it was just "Libby's creepy-ass house."

I sighed as I walked morosely up the steps, because I really had been trying to put all this monster stuff behind me. I really had been trying to have a normal Senior year of high school.

But at the same time, something was churning in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't fear or revulsion, not like it had been during my first week of vampires. No, the feeling starting to grow in my stomach was worse. So much worse.

It was excitement.

Because really, there's nothing like a nice haunting to liven up your Friday nights.