"Oh, yeah!" he chirps in response to Eddy, indifferent to the horror. The dolls are as unremarkable to him as decorative plates a grandma would collect. "Good idea, we should try touching them too."

He crouches down to pick up a doll, swaying side to side with it.

"Our dad collects haunted dolls," he explains. Because this probably requires explanation. "I was obsessed with them. Kept trying to get them to play with me. And they'd move, sometimes, only a little bit and only when we were alone. I knew I was a Bruja, I just couldn't prove it to anybody, so I kept practicing. This was the first big display of my magic. Chanel walked in while it was happening and screamed."