watch a video at my place. Come on. Please.” I gave an enormous sigh. “Fine.” Justin grinned. “Aren’t you even a little bit curious? You might get to meet Psycho George!” “No!” I wondered if he knew I was lying. The truth was, I desperately wanted to believe a ghost roamed the deserted house. It made life seem less black and white; as though the world was mysterious and intangible, even within the confines of Acacia Beach. Regardless, scouring someone’s scungy old bloodstained bathroom wasn’t exactly the way I had envisaged spending my Sunday. The house seemed to grow larger as we approached; its purple shadows oozing over the street. The sky darkened too; blacker with each step. A fat globe of water exploded on the tip of my nose. “I have to pee,” I said. Justin ignored me. He pushed aside a mass of weeds to reveal a gaping hole in the side wall of the house. Tendrils of fern tickled my face. Justin scrambled inside as rain began to pelt the garden. “Come on.” He reached out his hand. I crawled reluctantly through the hole, jagged weatherboards scratching my shoulders. I stood up. We were in the kitchen. Sink and wooden bench, peeling laminate cupboards. Grimy fridge and microwave. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. “Psycho George had a microwave?” A cockroach scuttled across the lino and I leapt backwards into Justin. “Were you hoping for some scary paintings or candles or something?” he laughed. “Cos that could be arranged.” He poked my waist and I slapped him away. “Just go and find the stupid bathroom,” I said, my voice coming out wobblier than I had hoped. “It’s disgusting in here.” He squeezed my arm. “Are you scared?” “You know I am! And you’re really starting to piss me off!” “Fine. You stay down here. I’m just going to run upstairs. Look for Psycho George.” I plonked myself onto the bottom step. Slapped at a spider as it scurried over my bare toes. The storm was growing heavier. I pictured the barrels of grey rain as they ripped across the reef. I looked down. My new dress was smeared with mud. I knew I’d been stupid to think anything could ever happen between Justin and I. That we could slide smoothly from being primary school buddies to two halves of a couple. No matter how hard either of us tried to see things differently, I would never be anything but the dorky kid down the street. Shutters smashed against the boarded windows. I stood up and yelled into the empty house. “Justin? I’m going home, alright.” No answer. I nibbled my thumbnail. “Jus?” Rain drowned out my voice. Hesitantly, I climbed onto the first step. It groaned under my weight. I took another step, and another, tiptoeing all the way to the second floor. I peered down the gloomy corridor. The shards of daylight were thin and pale. Shadows danced over the walls. “Justin? Where the hell are you?” Gingerly, I pushed against the first door in the passage. The room behind it was an empty shell. Justin leapt out and grabbed me around the waist. I shrieked and whacked him hard in the stomach. “Fucking hell,” he spluttered. “I was just mucking around!” “Yeah well it’s not funny! When are you going to grow up? We’re not little kids anymore you know!” We glared at each other. The shutters banged and the old house groaned. “I’m going,” Justin said finally. “There’s nothing there. Just a bunch of empty rooms. Don’t know what Hugh was on about.” I hurried downstairs after him, not wanting his company, but wanting even less to be in the creaky old house alone. We climbed out through the hole in the wall. The silver marbles of the monsoon slapped against our skin as we sprinted up the street. Water bubbled out of the gutters. Justin stopped suddenly and grabbed my elbow. I squinted through the sheets of rain. His mum was arm in arm with my parents, huddled under an umbrella and heading for his house. “You don’t