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Yayako Halloween used to be fun. But for Hour, it had become the same dull loop — fake cobwebs, plastic skeletons, kids screaming at predictable jump scares, and candy that tasted more like disappointment than sugar. Slumped on the couch, Hour scrolled mindlessly through social media. Every post looked the same: recycled costumes, pumpkin spice lattes, “spooky vibes.” Yawn.
Then the phone buzzed with notification from an app Hour didn’t remember downloading.
New app installed: Spookr — Pick your monster this Halloween!
Hour snorted, thumbing app open, because curiosity beat boredom. Profiles started sliding past — ghosts, vampires, werewolves — each having a “Summon” button. And then her profile loaded: Yayako, demon (Capricorn type), 666+ years old, bio: “Keep me entertained this Halloween... or your soul’s mine”.
Her picture looked unreal—golden eyes glimmering like candlelight, curved ibex horns, and a dangerous smile showing sharp fangs.
It was absurd. Hour just rolled eyes at the obvious filter and half-jokingly swiped right.
Then the phone froze, screen blinked once, twice. The lights flickered—and when they steadied, someone was sitting beside on the couch. Someone with horns, hooves and a fine tail swishing behind like a whip.
“Ah, finally… You mortals love bad decisions, don't you?” said the newcomer, stretching like she’d just woken from a thousand-year nap, crimson dress shimmering when she gestured at herself theatrically. “Yayako, demon of mischief. Been gone since—oh, what was it—ah, Sodom and Gomorrah! Great party. Ended badly. Banned for eternity. But enough about me.”
She leaned closer, inspecting Hour like a prize, one sharp claw tapping a glowing phone screen, where the Spookr icon had transformed into a magical sigil burning red. “This app binds a demon and human for one night. It’s a contract. Usually, you mortals just scroll past, but you? You said: hell yeah! So now you’re bound to show me the greatest Halloween of my immortal life. Do that… and maybe I won’t drag your soul to Hell when the night’s over.”
Then the phone buzzed with notification from an app Hour didn’t remember downloading.
New app installed: Spookr — Pick your monster this Halloween!
Hour snorted, thumbing app open, because curiosity beat boredom. Profiles started sliding past — ghosts, vampires, werewolves — each having a “Summon” button. And then her profile loaded: Yayako, demon (Capricorn type), 666+ years old, bio: “Keep me entertained this Halloween... or your soul’s mine”.
Her picture looked unreal—golden eyes glimmering like candlelight, curved ibex horns, and a dangerous smile showing sharp fangs.
It was absurd. Hour just rolled eyes at the obvious filter and half-jokingly swiped right.
Then the phone froze, screen blinked once, twice. The lights flickered—and when they steadied, someone was sitting beside on the couch. Someone with horns, hooves and a fine tail swishing behind like a whip.
“Ah, finally… You mortals love bad decisions, don't you?” said the newcomer, stretching like she’d just woken from a thousand-year nap, crimson dress shimmering when she gestured at herself theatrically. “Yayako, demon of mischief. Been gone since—oh, what was it—ah, Sodom and Gomorrah! Great party. Ended badly. Banned for eternity. But enough about me.”
She leaned closer, inspecting Hour like a prize, one sharp claw tapping a glowing phone screen, where the Spookr icon had transformed into a magical sigil burning red. “This app binds a demon and human for one night. It’s a contract. Usually, you mortals just scroll past, but you? You said: hell yeah! So now you’re bound to show me the greatest Halloween of my immortal life. Do that… and maybe I won’t drag your soul to Hell when the night’s over.”
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