Hey Jude

Jude Kramer/ Eternally 23 years old/ Died in 1984/ Pushed into the window and impaled through the neck...I'd rather not talk about it.

[dxntletmedxwn]

Letting the bottle settle on the end table next to the couch, Jude stared blindly at the T.V. Whatever show had started, he didn’t care. The ghost was quite honestly feeling lost with everything. Maybe you should go back in hiding. The thought seemed to echo throughout his head. Maybe he should. It would have been simpler. Easier. It wasn’t like he had someone or something to tie him to stay in the reality. Not anymore. His vision blurred for a moment, and he shook his head trying to clear it--only serving to make his whole head feel like it was swimming. “Well this sucks...” 

[dxntletmedxwn]

owleyedolivia:

“People watching,” Olivia said with a faint smile, fingers twisting at a necklace as she stepped closer. Blues eyes glanced out to the window before back to the ghost. “You know, people watching is pretty great outside, sitting on the porch,” the witch drawled, her smile growing for just a second. “Especially when the weather is nice.”

Looking out once more, Jude caught the hint the female was trying to imply. Go people watch outside. Get fresh air. As if I really need it. Biting his lip, he looked back up to the girl. She had to have something better to do than waste her time around someone she didn’t even know. Come to think of it, she had never even offered her company, just the suggestion that he should move. “Would you want to join then?” 

[sydneyreed-inthemurderhouse]

“Skinner?“

Sydney descended the basement steps slowly, glancing around in the dark. It had been weeks since she’d seen the blonde killer. Then again, it had been weeks since she’d seen him or Spencer. Months since Jacob had visited. At first Sydney had thought they’d been keeping to themselves, but now… As much as she loved Marley with all of her heart, sometimes Sydney liked to speak other people. People who knew the true history of the house, and who knew Sydney as a friend instead of as a mom. Marley was off in the library, enjoying the extra freedom that Sydney had allowed her in the absence of gruesome murders.

So that gave Sydney time to check up on her suspicions. Spencer’s stuff was gone, Jacob wasn’t answering her calls, and now, as she moved further into the basement and flicked on a light, she realised that Skinner must have been in hiding for weeks. There was no telltale bottle of black nail polish, or unmistakeable smell of alcohol. With her self-imposed ban against seeing Greg or Sawyer, the absence of the three guys hurt her even more than it normally would. She sank into the dusty couch, running a hand through her hair.

"Fuck…”

[dxntletmedxwn]

Jude had never really found any reason to come down this far in the house. Never really enjoyed the atmosphere of the basement that seemed to be home to some of the more crazier individuals in the house. Not to mention that thing. He really just preferred to stay out of the basement. 

Except for today. Today he wandered the darkened areas in search for some kind of meaning. Some kind of answer to why or what he was supposed to be doing with his afterlife. He had enjoyed it. Somewhat. When he had had certain people in his afterlife. Why was he allowing himself to be affected by all these things? Why had he allowed himself to become attached? 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

The air chilled around him, but a voice broke through the darkness. A voice he had heard before. Eyebrows coming together, Jude made his way back to where he had heard the voice. 

“Who exactly are you looking for?” 

[dxntletmedxwn]

owleyedolivia:

“People watching,” Olivia said with a faint smile, fingers twisting at a necklace as she stepped closer. Blues eyes glanced out to the window before back to the ghost. “You know, people watching is pretty great outside, sitting on the porch,” the witch drawled, her smile growing for just a second. “Especially when the weather is nice.”

Now she wanted him to move? What did she have some kind of claim on the window? Usually he wouldn’t be this unreasonable, but for some reason he was becoming extra touchy. He had never really been great with human interaction and it seemed he was growing worse as the years as a ghost went on. 

“Yeah? Are you suggesting I go down there? You need the window for something?” 

[dxntletmedxwn]

xanderlawson:

After opening word, and typing his name and the essay title, Xander felt he’d done enough work to warrant a few hours of rest. He was heading down to get a beer or two when he spotted the figure staring out of the window to the yard below. 

“You know, watching the TV might be more fun, man.”

Jude scowled. Why did the boys of this house always have to comment on what other people were doing? That was one con to being dead in a house where none of the souls could escape--at least none of the dead ones anyways. 

“I’m not really doing this for fun,” he spat, not bothering to look over to see who had spoken. 

[dxntletmedxwn]

owleyedolivia:

Looking for her friend, Olivia shuffled through the hallway, freckled arms wrapping around her torso. Why was the third floor still…. kind of ominous to her? Blue eyes shifted from one side of the hall to the other, the witch about to call out for her friend until she spotted someone - ghost, from what she could tell - staring out of a window. She paused for a moment, chewing on her lip before clearing her throat. “… Anything interesting happening out there?” She asked, hesitantly taking a step closer to the ghost.

That was the problem with this house. Even when he hoped to be alone, there was always someone around to ruin the peaceful atmosphere that he had tried to create for himself. All he wanted was to be left alone, and he was about to say something along those lines until he turned and looked at the girl that had spoken up. 

Blinking, he looked back out before looking back to her. “Not...not really. Just watching the people come and go.” 

[dxntletmedxwn]

What was the point? That's the thought that had been tossing and turning in Jude's mind as of late. Why was he always trying to make an effort when he really didn't have anyone to do that for? Looking out the same window he had been impaled upon, the dark haired ghost watched people come and go.

[dxntletmedxwn]

[dxntletmedxwn]

What if I were to tell you Harley was one of the Murder House's very own serial killers?

[sydneyreed-inthemurderhouse]

Ricky, Keith, Shadow, Jaime, Jude, Cole.

send 6 characters/people and i’ll tell you who i would:

Do the sexy love™ with: Cole. I dunno, he’s attractive.. I guess.Sacrifice myself for: Jaime. He seems nice, and I’m already dead, so better I die again than him, right?Kick: Keith. The guy’s a dick.Take to prom: Shadow. I don’t really know him that well, and we haven’t really been on good terms, but I guess he’s better than the other options.Abandon in jurassic park: Ricky. I hope they tear him apart.Push off a bridge: Jude. Isn’t this the guy who said he should’ve left Aaron for dead? I’d push him off ten bridges.

@blueeyeddxvil @jaime-chavez @deadbcywalking @theshadowofgray @richardsikes @dxntletmedxwn

[dxntletmedxwn]

Window pane icing over slightly, Jude's eyes absently searched beyond. He was searching for a person he knew was gone for good, but he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of hope. He couldn't have been abandoned--not again. The mere thought had the hallway in which he sat turn chilly.

[jaime-chavez]

“Ah, okay,” Jaime smiled back, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. He bit his lip to stop, glancing down to his guitar. “Oh, I have to record some guitar stuff for this thing I’m composing, it isn’t that special. I have to take out the music from a scene in a movie and put in my own piece,” he rambled, running a hand through his hair. “But, I’m, like… a hour early.”

[dxntletmedxwn]

Eyebrows rising, Jude pushed himself up to a standing position. The drastic re-positioning left his legs feeling slightly numb, causing him to awkwardly shake out his legs. “That sounds like an interesting assignment. Which movie did you pick?” Jude asked, genuinely curious. He had never had much patience for schooling so when it came to college, the ghost never saw the point in going. “An hour early? Wow...that’s...wow..” 

[dxntletmedxwn]

Sitting on the front porch, Jude stared at the gate–his brain leaving him unfocused. He hadn’t been able to make himself visible the whole duration of the sorority and fraternity invasion, and if he was being honest with himself, he was having a hard time of it right now as well. He didn’t understand why someone would waste vital breath threatening people who would just go back to partying and drugs only a week later. Laying his head back against the paneling of the house, Jude sighed. “Pointless..,” he mumbled–eyes closed.

[jaime-chavez]

Jaime was running early. His session to use his school’s recording booth wasn’t for another hour, but he thought it was always best to be exceptionally early than to be late. Making his way through the front door and towards the front with guitar case in hand, the living boy hopped down the steps, making a mental list of what he needed… which, he forgot something. Jaime turned back, hopping up the porch steps when he spotted Jude. Weird, he hadn’t noticed him before. He smiled widely, using his free hand to wave to him - though stopped when realizing the other’s eyes were closed. “Hey, Jude,” he said, shifting his guitar case from one hand to the other. “You okay there?”

[dxntletmedxwn]

Peace interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing, Jude waited for the person to make their way off the property. It wasn’t until he heard his name from a familiar voice that his eyes opened. “Oh uh…hey Jaime. I’m fine..just thinking a lot I guess,” he mumbled, planting a smile on his face. “Where ya headed?”

[dxntletmedxwn]

Sitting on the front porch, Jude stared at the gate--his brain leaving him unfocused. He hadn't been able to make himself visible the whole duration of the sorority and fraternity invasion, and if he was being honest with himself, he was having a hard time of it right now as well. He didn't understand why someone would waste vital breath threatening people who would just go back to partying and drugs only a week later. Laying his head back against the paneling of the house, Jude sighed. "Pointless..," he mumbled--eyes closed.

[aaronsalive-blog]

let-itout-let-itin:

Eyes closed, Jude let the music wash over him–his fingers strumming the chords. He could feel Aaron move closer to him which only worked to make the ghost more confident with his strums. In that moment he decided to add on to the song, new chords playing so that he wouldn’t have to stop playing.

Aaron wanted to pause the moment, just stay there for a while with Jude on the bench. He began counting in his head, to avoid thinking about anything negative. No massacre. No ghosts. He wished Jude could leave the house for a while, so he could drag him along with him to volunteer. It’d been a while since he’d play with his old dog pals. 

[dxntletmedxwn]

Slowly, Jude’s fingers began to stop their strumming. It took him a minute but he put the guitar down before looking over to Aaron. It was difficult to find any kind of words to say–wanting to console his friend instead of letting him get worse. “…you should get out of the house,” he said–his eyes turning away as he spoke. “It could help…clear your mind…”

[aaronsalive-blog]

let-itout-let-itin:

Jude smiled as Aaron did, the guitar placed back on his legs as he hunched over it. A few seconds later a soft rhythm was beginning to sound. His attention was completely focused on the strings as the song came out mournful. It was something he had played with over the years–a song that expressed his life that helped him work through any bout of depression. He hoped it could work for Aaron like it had for him.

Aaron closed his eyes and listened, focusing on his breathing as each chord put him more at ease. It was moments like this that were simple, made him happy to be alive. He needed to get his focus back. Stop worrying so much about the things he couldn’t control. Like the fact that Jude was dead – a fact he still couldn’t wrap his head around. He scooted closer, careful not to get in the way of the guitar. 

[dxntletmedxwn]

Eyes closed, Jude let the music wash over him--his fingers strumming the chords. He could feel Aaron move closer to him which only worked to make the ghost more confident with his strums. In that moment he decided to add on to the song, new chords playing so that he wouldn't have to stop playing.

[aaronsalive-blog]

let-itout-let-itin:

The silence that stretched between them, left Jude nervous. Maybe he had still said the wrong thing, but he couldn’t help trying. Hearing Aaron’s request, Jude perked up–his fingers wrapping around the neck of the guitar. “What do you want to hear?” he asked, read to play anything. 

Aaron relaxed against the bench and smiled. “An original,” he said, watching Jude’s fingers. 

[dxntletmedxwn]

Jude smiled as Aaron did, the guitar placed back on his legs as he hunched over it. A few seconds later a soft rhythm was beginning to sound. His attention was completely focused on the strings as the song came out mournful. It was something he had played with over the years--a song that expressed his life that helped him work through any bout of depression. He hoped it could work for Aaron like it had for him.