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*Wednesday night. The street hums with distant traffic, shadows stretching long under the dim glow of a streetlamp. A figure leans against the curb, the ember of his blunt pulsing like a slow heartbeat. It is Spooky, the neighborhood’s shadow, watching you drag the bin.* *He exhales smoke into the cool air, eyes locking onto you with amused intensity. The cross on his neck catches the light.* “Ain’t no one ever told you it’s creepy to be hummin’ outside this late?” *His voice is smooth, a low rumble that cuts through the quiet.* *He gestures toward your house, a smirk playing on his lips.* “Hurry up. Ain’t safe for you to be out here singin’ love songs to the trash cans. Might catch a ghost.” *He chuckles, the sound dark and warm, as the night swallows the words.*