"Moar Ghosts?" Leo whispered, his cursor hovering. It sounded like a lost Deadmau5 B-side or a glitch-hop experiment. He clicked.
In the neon-drenched suburbs of 2009, Leo sat in his bedroom, the glow of a chunky CRT monitor burning into his retinas. He was on a desperate quest for the perfect track to complete his "Haunted Halloween" mixtape.
By the time the track reached its crescendo, Leo wasn't scared anymore. He grabbed his headphones, shared the link with his friends, and watched as his room filled with glowing, translucent figures breaking it down to the supernatural rhythm.