Girl Haunts Boy

Students of Spectral Valley High...

Eos was the goddess of dawn and Tithonus was just a mortal.

Yet they fell in love.

Eos asked Zeus to bless her lover with eternal life

so that Tithonus too could be immortal.

But she forgot to ask Zeus

to also grant Tithonus eternal youth.

He kept aging and aging forever.

Miss Jenkins. Pay attention.

Devastated... Eos eventually accepted

she had to let Tithonus go.

Such a tragic story and such a beautiful sculpture.

Don't you all agree, class?

Shall we move on?

Why did you touch that?

Because it's old and beautiful and full of mystery.

Oh. Was it everything you thought it was going to be?

It was.

- Class, right this way. - Hey. Listen.

What do you suppose is over there?

A sign that says, "do not enter."

Exactly. Let's have an adventure.

Come on. Let's go see.

Bea. Why is it that the second you're told you're not allowed to do something

is the second you decide you simply have to do it?

I'm going.

Wet blanket.

Hey! You there.

What are you doing in here?

Learning about Egypt.

This area's off-limits.

The whole wing is being renovated.

Didn't you see the sign?

A sign you say. What kind of sign?

I'm almost positive I...

I definitely, probably did not see a sign, I think.

Are you sure there is one?

Yeah. You're with the school, right?

Mm-hm.

Come on. Let me take you back to your group.

Okay, okay. I'll go with you. But...

Can you just close your eyes for five seconds?

It's a magic trick. It's a really good one.

Come on. Let's go.

I should've stayed on night shift.

Thank you for visiting the Spectral Valley Museum.

We hope you've had an enlightened experience.

Orderly now. Everyone follow me.

Quickly. Quickly.

So? What do you think, Cole?

Cole?

Cole?

- Cole! - Hmm?

Uh, sorry. What?

I asked what you think.

Uh... I... I like it.

It's, um... you know, ageless, classic like apple pie.

Sergeant Pepper's.

I think we're gonna be really happy here. Right?

Mm-hm.

Yes, Norman, that's right.

Yes, we are.

Thank you guys. That...

Yes. Please put the boxes over there.

Oh, those boxes go in the bedroom.

Yes, take those downstairs to the basement.

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So... are you excited about school tomorrow?

No one's ever been excited about school ever, Mama.

You're right, it's high school.

It's meant to be miserable by design.

What are you doing?

Right now I'm just unenrolling from choir and chess club.

You're opting out of all the school groups.

Even the music ones?

You used to love band back in the city.

I'm fine. Really.

It'd be good for you to make some friends.

Put yourself out there. And practice music again.

You've barely touched your guitars since...

Mama, can we not. Please.

I'm just saying, it feels like you...

Was that Norman?

Everything okay up there?

Yeah, Mama. Everything's fine.

Is that your dad?

Hey!

I was talking to you.

They never answer back.

Oh, sure. You can see me.

Eckleburg's eyes...

ever watchful like the eyes of God over American society.

Over Tom and Myrtle's affair.

Over Nick's passiveness.

And yes, over Gatsby's lavish parties which made their way

into the collective consciousness of a nation.

Our newest arrival, Mr. Cole Sanchez.

Tell us, what do you think the parties in the book represent?

Um...

I, uh... I haven't read the book yet.

Anyone else?

No one?

Come on.

If you kids cannot be bothered to read a book

starring Leonardo DiCaprio,

what chance does this literature have with this generation?

Alright. Um... guys, please go over what we reviewed today.

Don't forget, ten more pages to read.

Thank you.

Mr. Sanchez...

Why did you lie? Hmm?

Why did you say you didn't read the book?

I just, um...

I don't know.

I was a bit like you growing up.

Kept my opinions to myself.

Hated being in the spotlight.

Did everything I could to be invisible.

It is a very boring way to live your life.

There's death around you.

Excuse me?

Your bread. There's a hole in it.

Okay.

A small hole is fine, that's just an air bubble.

But a hole that big... that means death.

Does it mean, like, I'm going to die? Or...

Could be that.

Could be someone who's already dead is having influence in your life.

Hmm.

I'm Lydia. We have Mr. Porter together.

Uh...

Cole.

You should let me cleanse your aura some time.

Figure out if something's haunting you or whatever.

Sure.

My grandpa owns the only supernatural bookstore in town.

Plus I have a YouTube channel

if you wanna learn more about this kinda stuff.

May I?

Been posting regularly for two years now.

So you've had this channel for two years

but you only have 12 subscribers?

It's a niche market.

No, yeah. Yeah.

Thanks.

Oh, boy. You ate the hole.

Is that bad?

I don't know.

Don't be mad at me if you're cursed though.

Beatrix Jenkins.

You used to live here?

Huh.

Hmm.

That's private, mister.

Okay. This is going away.

Aye! Oh, my--

Hmm.

Whoa. Is that the ring I took from the...?

- Ah! - Oh!

Oh, my God. You just saw me, didn't you?

You just saw me! You just saw--

Okay.

There. It's the ring. When you put it on you--

Okay. Can you please stop that? It's very annoying.

No. No. No. Nuh-uh.

Oh no, no, no, no.

This cannot be happening. This is not real.

Okay. Okay. Okay...

Can you please just keep the ring on this time?

Please?

Thank you.

Hi. I'm Bea. I haunt your bedroom.

You have to say something.

- So you're a ghost? - Correct.

Like, as in that you were but, like, no longer are...

Well, I suppose I still am. Just... immaterial now.

I can touch things if I focus just not living people.

Fine.

So you're... you're dead.

But, like... how did you come back?

I'm not sure exactly.

I was at this museum. That's where I found the ring.

And then when I was walking out I was hit by a car.

Oh, my God, Bea!

You were hit by a car?

It was a doozy.

Yeah, I'm sure.

No, I remember it. It was a doozy.

A Duesenberg? The car.

I don't think they have those around anymore.

In any case, when I was alive they were the eel's hips.

The bee's knees.

The berries.

You're just saying words. Just... random words.

Duesenberg cars were very special, is what I mean.

In any case, I was hit by one,

and then the next thing I know I'm in my bedroom.

Well... our bedroom now.

I don't know what happened in between.