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Down For You: Ch. TWO (What Happens In Salem) Posted!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35350264/chapters/88257775#workskin

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13997302/1/Down-For-You

[We arrive after sunset and I’m nearly breaking my neck trying to take in the beauty of the historical architecture lining the streets as we pass through the heart of Salem.

“You’ll see It all in the morning,” Bo smiles, watching out ahead as he drives.

“Why did we come tonight?”

“For this,” he said, turning into a small cobble stone lot. Facing us is an adorable, narrow, two story building that’s every bit as charming as the rest of the town. The wooden sign hanging from the post at the entrance reads: Little Witches Inn. Parking the car, it falls silent and he looks over to me. “Rumor has it--it’s haunted as shit.”

“Yeah--I’m not sleeping here.”

“Emma,” he laughs gently. “Come on, it’s gonna be awesome. Plus, let’s be real. We know there’s no ghost in there. It’s just an attraction kind of thing.”

My eyes go wide. “Are you telling me you don’t believe in ghost?”

“Are you telling me you do?”

“My grandmother’s house was haunted. Yes I believe in them.”

“Okay Emm,” he turns towards me in the driver’s seat, mouth twitching as he strains to control his amusement. “What happened? Did you feel a cool breeze? Sense a presence?”

“Yes asshole. I did. Right before my covers were snatched off of me.”

He throws his head back as he laughs. “Come on, it was probably a pet or something. Did she have a cat? I’m telling you… Cat’s do some shady shit.”

“She owned four,” I snapped. “But they all slept in her room.”

“Nope,” he shook his head. “You’re done Emma. Cut OFF. Get your stuff, let’s go.”

My luggage bumps over the cobblestone as I follow him towards the entrance. “They better have the good complimentary soap,” I warned.

“They don’t.”

“Well the beds better be nice.”

“Nope.”

Upon our entrance a bell rings to announce our arrival.]