Marley Smith

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“Strong enough to keep all of the bad things away.”

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

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[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley giggled as she was led into the kitchen by her mom, hands gently held over her daughter's eyes. They'd spent the previous day celebrating Sydney's birthday by watching movies and eating chocolate chip cookies, and now it was Marley's birthday. Another excuse to eat junk food and have fun. "Ta-da!" her mom said, taking away her hands and revealing the birthday cake on the breakfast counter. "Wow! This is so cool," Marley grinned. The cake was purple, with edible glitter and small objects (dolls, make up and books) made out of icing. Sydney wasn't the best at making models out of icing, but the gist was there. "I thought we could eat the whole thing and wear our pyjamas all day," Syd grinned.

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley had been getting more adventurous lately. Despite her parents warnings she had yet to run into anybody dangerous, and being so young meant she found it impossible to see the house as a potential threat. Waking up early she skipped downstairs, Syd still asleep in their room- oblivious to her daughter’s actions- and headed for the kitchen. The house was pretty quiet at this time of day, with everyone nursing hangovers or enjoying a sleep in, but Marley was full of energy as she entered the kitchen in her pink pyjamas, determined to find some cereal so her mom could have breakfast in bed.

[notsomesillyschoolgirl]

It had been a quiet morning for Hayden. Ghosting from a frat boy’s room, she was perched at the kitchen island eating a bowl of cereal. It was one of the things she truly missed about living–the enjoyment of eating. The last of her marshmallows from the Lucky Charms was swirling around the bowl when the small child skipped into the kitchen. Head cocking to the side, a small smile graced her lips. “Whatcha doin’ little one?” 

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley skidded to a halt at the stranger's voice and looked to spot the pretty girl sitting at the counter. The lady was obviously up early to grab some cereal too- Marley could see some colourful marshmallows on the spoon. "I'm making my mom breakfast," Marley answered, a wide smile on her face.

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

It was lucky the witch had appeared, Marley realised. She didn’t want to ruin the surprise for her mother by not making frittatas right. When Ria suggested helping her with the recipe Marley’s face lit up and she widened her eyes. “Really? Yes please!” Manners were important, she’d been taught that a lot. “I’m not allowed near the hot things.”

[strxngemagic]

“Good thing I’m here to deal with the stove then, huh?” She teased the tiny ghost, in a playful manner. Taking out the eggs and a few other ingredients from the fridge, the witch brought them to the counter. “Could you grab the salt?” She asked, spotting it on the table before she ducked down to grab a skillet out of the lower cabinet.

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

"Mhm," she grinned. Her parents would go crazy if Marley went anywhere near the stove, although she was sure that she could handle it. She watched the witch curiously, jumping excitedly at the chance to help. The small girl grabbed it from the table, holding it delicately as she handed it out to the woman. "Are you good at making food?"

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley smiled wider, glad to see that the pretty lady was friendly after all. Sam was a nice name. She hadn’t met anybody called Sam before. “Do you live in the house too?” she asked excitedly, unceremoniously plonking herself down next to the woman. If she did they could play games, or watch cartoons. She liked having more friends.

[poltergeistisms]

“I guess you could say that,” the brunette smiled softly as the little girl took a seat next to her. She kept a calm and curious gaze on her, wondering if she had died so young or if she was special, like Salem and Blair. “…how old are you, Marley?” 

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley didn't really understand the lady's answer, but she moved on anyway, too excited at making a new friend to think too much. "Two and a half!" she grinned, but the concept of age hasn't truly sunk in yet. All she knew was anyone older than her was ancient. The lady was very pretty, but looked a lot older than Marley, like her mom. Sydney's last birthday had a big number. Especially compared to Marley's two. "Are you old?"

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley looked around at the hallway with a furrowed brow. She could’ve sworn this was where her bedroom was. She’d made the journey from she and her mom’s room to her dad’s room and back again countless times, but every now and then things like this happened. The dread she felt when entering the hall had vanished, almost without her realising it, and Marley realised the woman was very pretty. Surely she couldn’t be a bad person. She nodded, approaching the stranger with a beaming smile. “I’m Marley,” she introduced, figuring it would be okay to spend a little time being nice to the woman before finding her way back to her room.

[poltergeistisms]

“Marley,” she echoed back, letting a brief pause hold the time between her words. “…you can call me Sam.” The poltergeist offered the hint of a smile as she kept a curious eye on the young one. It hadn’t been too long since Salem and Blair were just small like she was, but it certainly felt like ages. Made the meeting that much more surreal to the ghost.

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley smiled wider, glad to see that the pretty lady was friendly after all. Sam was a nice name. She hadn't met anybody called Sam before. "Do you live in the house too?" she asked excitedly, unceremoniously plonking herself down next to the woman. If she did they could play games, or watch cartoons. She liked having more friends.

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley turned to face the witch, scrunching her nose for a second before nodding. “Mhm. I’m gonna make that!” She’d never heard of a frittata, maybe it was another name for cereal? She pulled out a half empty box of cocoa puffs and poured some, messily, into a bowl, before turning back to Ria. “Is this right?” She knew she needed milk, but maybe frittatas had something different, like orange juice.

[strxngemagic]

A crooked smile pulled at Victoria’s features as she ghosted to the fridge. She wasn’t the worst cook —- in fact, it was a talent she hadn’t used often, as she wasn’t much of an eater in the afterlife. “Mm, close, but I’m afraid the recipe I know calls for a few different ingredients.” Ria smiled to the child, opening the fridge. “I could show you how to make it, if you’re up for the challenge.”

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

It was lucky the witch had appeared, Marley realised. She didn't want to ruin the surprise for her mother by not making frittatas right. When Ria suggested helping her with the recipe Marley's face lit up and she widened her eyes. "Really? Yes please!" Manners were important, she'd been taught that a lot. "I'm not allowed near the hot things."

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

“Uhm… I’m trying to find my room. I thought… It was here.”

[poltergeistisms]

There was a brief pause as the poltergeist glanced over the unfamiliar face. She had a very particular vibe about her —- she wasn’t exactly dead, but she was certainly of the dead. Whether her response was of truth or not, Sam relaxed that ever so eerie aura she was always wrapped up in. “It’s easy to get lost up here,” she cooed, in an almost mechanical sense.

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley looked around at the hallway with a furrowed brow. She could've sworn this was where her bedroom was. She'd made the journey from she and her mom's room to her dad's room and back again countless times, but every now and then things like this happened. The dread she felt when entering the hall had vanished, almost without her realising it, and Marley realised the woman was very pretty. Surely she couldn't be a bad person. She nodded, approaching the stranger with a beaming smile. "I'm Marley," she introduced, figuring it would be okay to spend a little time being nice to the woman before finding her way back to her room.

[poltergeistisms]

“I think you made a wrong turn.”

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

"Uhm... I'm trying to find my room. I thought... It was here."

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley glanced up, her eyes brightening as the woman appeared out of nowhere. She’d seen it a few times with her parents and Christine, but it never failed to amaze her. She wasn’t quite sure what the witch meant, but she nodded anyway, heading to the cupboards to find some cocoa puffs. “I’m making mommy some breakfast,” she grinned.

[strxngemagic]

Cracking an amused smile as she watched Marley do her thing, Ria boosted herself up from her seat as to be more alert of the area. She’d knew Marley since she was just a little pink, screaming thing in her mother’s arms. Now she was growing up in a hurry, like most children seemed to in the Murder House. “And what are you planning on making? Perhaps a fritata?” She teased, figuring the child wouldn’t know what the hell a fritata was.

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley turned to face the witch, scrunching her nose for a second before nodding. "Mhm. I'm gonna make that!" She'd never heard of a frittata, maybe it was another name for cereal? She pulled out a half empty box of cocoa puffs and poured some, messily, into a bowl, before turning back to Ria. "Is this right?" She knew she needed milk, but maybe frittatas had something different, like orange juice.

[celeritious]

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley had been getting more adventurous lately. Despite her parents warnings she had yet to run into anybody dangerous, and being so young meant she found it impossible to see the house as a potential threat. Waking up early she skipped downstairs, Syd still asleep in their room- oblivious to her daughter’s actions- and headed for the kitchen. The house was pretty quiet at this time of day, with everyone nursing hangovers or enjoying a sleep in, but Marley was full of energy as she entered the kitchen in her pink pyjamas, determined to find some cereal so her mom could have breakfast in bed.

[strxngemagic]

Ria had been sitting in the kitchen, unseen to any eyes around her as she felt as though privacy were her best option that morning. She was in a particularly sullen mood, and didn’t want it to rub off on anyone —– or worse, run into anyone who might bring her down more so. Though when she witnessed Sydney’s daughter come rushing into the kitchen, the witch fully expected she’d be following. But when no one came in behind her, Ria phased into view. “You look like you’re on a mission,” she perked a brow, fingers wrapping around her mug of tea.

[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

Marley glanced up, her eyes brightening as the woman appeared out of nowhere. She'd seen it a few times with her parents and Christine, but it never failed to amaze her. She wasn't quite sure what the witch meant, but she nodded anyway, heading to the cupboards to find some cocoa puffs. "I'm making mommy some breakfast," she grinned.

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[behinddeathsdoor-blog]

“I made cookies… want some?” ~ Christine

Marley beamed, pulling herself up onto a stool at the breakfast counter. She was young, which meant sugar was like crack. Of course she wanted some. “Please!” she answered politely, smiling bright. Her mom had learned not to overdo the sugar after several hyper episodes, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed it in moderation. Plus, Christine made the best baked goods in the whole house. “Are they chocolate?” the girl asked excitedly, craning her head to look at the baking tray on the side.

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