(( That's fine! ))
A nineteen year old answered the door wearing jeans with holes in them and a plaid shirt on. He had longer brown hair that fell around his ears, and his smiled matched Charlotte when he saw her. "Hi Charlie, what took you so long?" he asked, opening the door for her to come in.
"Okay, you're going to think I'm crazy, but I met a... ghost. His name is Devon, that kid from the newspaper that died around the beginning of school." she explained, her voice hurried. She gently took Devon's hand and walked into the apartment with him before looking up at her brother, Steven. "You have to believe me."
"Charlotte, you're going crazy. Sit down on the couch, I'll get you some soup." Steven whispered and sighed, shaking his head. "I thought you out-grew your imaginary friends."

