Its so cool to be in the city. My friends called me crazy for wanting to move out of Bobtown; Susie, youre a country gal. You wont survive out there! but I chose to ignore their warnings. Ever since my brother decided to marry our familys next-door neighbor, (who has lived in the same house since her birth,) the thought of ending up being stuck in the same place felt claustrophobic.
Tess and Fiona decided to help me move, which was nice, but then they kept saying my apartment could be haunted. They told me about all kinds of horror stories they read in magazines and they even showed me a bunch of statistics proving that cities have a much higher murder rate than country towns. They suggested that it was likely someone had been killed in my apartment and that their ghost would still be lingering. I suggested that they watched too many horror movies. Still, I suppose it is an old building, and who knows where murders happen in big cities