Creepy place, the shrieking shack. Not exactly somewhere you'd expect to find a twelve year old who fancied herself a princess and yet, here stood Junia Botros. She'd been too chicken to get this close in the past and seeing how she'd be thirteen this year, she needed to face her fears. Or, mostly face them. She was still far enough away so that anything lurking inside the old shack would be seen way before it got to her. Facing your fears was all well in good but she wasn't looking to, like, die or anything. She had her whole life to live!