She knocked on his door for seven minutes before he answered.

"You're impeccably tardy." She tossed her turbulent fuschia hair.

"And you are?"

"Nevermind me, I was here to tell you about your death, I saw it. But since you took so long I'm not so sure I want to anymore." She sniffed indignantly.

"Okay then, bye, bye." Colson tried to shut the door.

"The old Millers' Mansion is where you die." She stated.

He'd already shut the door, when he opened it again she was gone.

Colson shrugged and sat back down to watch more Netflix. Riverdale had a new episode.

He woke to the sound of Ride of the Valkyries playing and finally located his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey! I had the best idea!"

"It's four am Judy..."

"And your point is?"

"Fine, shoot."

"The Millers' Mansion, there's a guy who's paying 100 bucks for people to come inspect the house! But no one's taken it yet!"

"Ummmm..."

"Don't tell me you won't do it either!"

"No...that's not it. I just...think maybe it's a scam?"

"Haha, come on meet me there tomorrow evening, okay?" She hung up.

Colson grumbled, honestly? Why was he dating her?

He yawned a can of Mountain Dew in his hand, caffeine was his best friend. Judy came up to him obsidian curls bouncing like bunnies as she came up to him a man in a suit behind her.

"Alright, your girlfriend here says you'll help me?"

"Yeah, if it pays."

"I'm a real estate man." Opened the bag and showed the money.

"Great! We'll just head on in then." Judy grabbed Colson's hand and dragged him off before he could even hint at protest.

She opens the door with the keys the man had given her and marches in still dragging Colson who stumbled over the door frame.

Everything about the house screamed to stay out, the bellicose manner of the furniture, the tormented display of the curtains... everything.

The wind danced through the corridors playfully.

"Drafty, old, creepy. Assessment over." Colson muttered.

"Come on, let's get a look upstairs!" She grabbed his hand and off they went pounding up the antiquated stairwell making Colson anxious they were going to shatter beneath them.

The second floor was quiet at least the down stairs creaked and groaned with some semblance of sentience, but up here the quiet was suffocating.

The darkness had begun to set in as a heavy stygian fog.

"Judy?" He hadn't heard her for a while...and he still didn't hear her...or see her.

"JUDY?!" He ran searching the bleak corridors.

He came to an abandoned room, a silhouette sat in a chair by the window.

"Judy?"

"Judy's not here. But I am." The girl stood and turned and even in the dark he could see fuschia hair. She smirked her ball and chain thudding to the ground, "It's time Colson. Here is where you die."