beauty queen.

Hell is a teenage girl.

[graffitiidheart]

Eyes searched the different rooms inside the famed Murder House. How was someone supposed to find their way around this stupid freakin’ house? Scowl twisting her face down, Alice puffed her cheeks out and let an exasperated sigh. “Does anyone even freakin’ live here?” she called out, pissed that she was having to walk around this place at all. Dammit, Keith. Why did he have to end up in a place like this? “Stupid, supposed haunted house. Stupid, maze,” she grumbled, continuing her trek through the house. 

[edensommers]

Eden hummed softly to herself, blue eyes peering down to the contents of a chocolate filled box - someone bought Valentine’s Day chocolate a week too early and left it right on the kitchen counter. One idiot’s forgetfulness was the young ghost’s gain. Finally deciding on a darker hued truffle, she popped it in her mouth, leaning against the hallway wall. She closed her eyes in content for a brief moment before a voice alerted her. Eden looked left around the hallway, spotting a girl who seemed to be wandering aimlessly. The ghostly teen quickly turned visible, head cocked to the side as she studied the girl - living, she assumed - from behind. “Live is an interesting word to use here,” Eden called out back, finally swallowing down the hunk of chocolate. “You lost?”

[ofblackwidcws]

“Clear liquor? I’ll take a pass.”

[edensommers]

"Not a fan of vodka?" Eden asked, her face lightly scrunched up as she set the bottle down. "What would you suggest we drink tonight?"

[edensommers]

ø- Salem

a LATE NIGHT text.

Eden: You up? I'm bored and need some company

Eden: Meet me in the gazebo, I have a good idea for something we can do :))

[edensommers]

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A sad memory that makes them cry

Age fifteen. Summer.

The heat in her room was unbearable, even in the middle of the night. Floral sheet clung to Eden and her friend Sarah, the girls laying on side by side as they watched 10 Things I Hate About You. The fan, pointed at their makeup smeared faces, blasted air at them, but failed to cool the pair down. “Jesus, Edie, why can't your parents turn on the AC?” Sarah asked, peeling damp blonde hair off of her neck. “I’m gonna suffocate in here.” Eden rolled her eyes - Sarah was always over dramatic and annoying but all her other, prettier friends were on vacation with her friends. “I’ll end up suffocating you before this heat does,” the brunette replied, trying to pass the comment off as a joke with a light chuckle ending her words. “I have popsicles in the freezer, that could help cool us down.” Her friend agreeing, Eden rolled over the blonde to get off the bed, the girls giggling to themselves as they shuffled out of the room and into the hallway.

The sound of voices echoed through the hall, Eden furrowing her brow as she looked at her watch. Two AM, her parents shouldn't be awake. Their feet shuffled quietly down the hall and towards the stairs, the voices growing louder. “I should have never fucking married you, you fucking bitch!” Eden stopped in the mid-step, her friend’s sweaty body bumping into her. Of course they were fighting, they were doing it more and more often, each argument getting worse. Maybe it was naive, but she hoped they wouldn't fight when she had a friend over. “Then leave! Take your fucking daughter and get the fuck out of my house!” Eden’s heart stopped. Your daughter, not ours. Why wouldn't her mother call her ‘their’ daughter? Did she not love her as much as she thought? Tears started welling in her eyes.

A soft hand touched her shoulder. Sarah, Eden nearly forgot about her standing behind her. “Let's go back upstairs,” Sarah whispered, the brunette nodding in silence and walked back up to her room. Eden shut the door behind her, her friend looking at her in a strange way. What was that look on her face? Sarah stepped towards her, wrapping her arms around her. The brunette stood in place, the sweat on their arms gluing them together. And then, Eden realized what Sarah was feeling. Pity. For the brunette. Eden rest her head against the blonde’s shoulder, tears running freely down her face. What was sadder, her parents’ crumbling marriage or her being pathetic enough to cry about it?

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Having made a blanket-bed in one of the lesser-roamed hallways, she had assumed that everyone got the gist that she had claimed this place— but apparently not everyone. Sitting up from her make shift bed as she heard footsteps, she called out. “Hey! This is my hallway, leave it!”

[edensommers]

Hearing a girl’s voice claim a certain stretch of hallway, Eden couldn’t stop curiosity from getting the best of her. Instead of stopping and turning away, the petite spirit walked further down, stomping down a little harder than usual. She spotted the girl in question, a redhead laying in a pile of blankets, and she grinned, leaning against the wall. “Your hallway?” Eden asked, a well manicured brow arching up. “I’m pretty that this hallway belongs to the old white guy who bought the house. Not to you.”

[daughterdeath]

edensommers:

Eden scrunched up her nose, picking up the bottle right after Salem set it on the table. “Some people claim that beer is an acquired taste, or some stupid shit like that,” she paused to take a quick sip of the beer and grimaced to herself, “but those people are liars. Beer is disgusting.” Despite her words, the petite spirit took another swig before setting the bottle down. “Alcohol is only good when you can’t taste alcohol,” the brunette said with a shrug of her shoulder, blue eyes glancing to her friend. “I bet some sorority sister hid wine coolers or something in the fridge, if you wanna try a good drink.”

“How do people even drink it straight from the bottle?” The young ghost grimaced once more at the aftertaste, and the idea of taking a mouth full of any hard liquor. She’’d let her curiosity get the best of her a few months ago with one of the bottles in the attic but she didn’t get much farther than taking in a whiff of the browned liquid. At Eden’s suggestion, Salem’s interest perked. “As long as it doesn’t taste anything like… that.” Her eyes met the bottle of beer again before she looked to her friend.

[edensommers]

A light giggle left Eden’s lips, her hand lifting up to cover her mouth. “Because people like to pretend that they like the taste. Their loss. I’d take some fruity drink over beer any day of the week,” she said with a grin, a well manicured brow arching up at Salem’s comment. “I can promise you a different drink won’t taste like that,” the brunette replied, holding her hand up in promise before grabbing her friend’s hand. She shut her eyes, trying to teleport the pair to the kitchen. But, the two stayed in their spot. Eden opened her eyes, glancing to Salem with a toothy grin. “Think you could get us to the kitchen?”

[daughterdeath]

“I don’t see what’s so good about this stuff.” Salem cringed as she set the bottle of beer down.

[edensommers]

Eden scrunched up her nose, picking up the bottle right after Salem set it on the table. "Some people claim that beer is an acquired taste, or some stupid shit like that," she paused to take a quick sip of the beer and grimaced to herself, "but those people are liars. Beer is disgusting." Despite her words, the petite spirit took another swig before setting the bottle down. "Alcohol is only good when you can't taste alcohol," the brunette said with a shrug of her shoulder, blue eyes glancing to her friend. "I bet some sorority sister hid wine coolers or something in the fridge, if you wanna try a good drink."

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[edensommers]

🌟💕😒💘👀🍓

someone my muse trusts.

Eden trusts most people she meets, simply because she doesn't see how anybody would do anything to break it. But, one person that sticks out is Harley. It’s a little delusional, but she believes that the blonde would do anything for her, and vice versa.

someone my muse loves.

Other than herself, Eden hasn't loved many people, only liking a select few when she was alive. But, she is fairly certain that she loves Salem... mostly because she sees herself in the younger spirit.

someone my muse hates.

Other than some of her peers back in high school, Eden doesn't really hate anyone. She finds some people annoying like some of the spirits in the basement, but other than that? The answer is no one.

someone my muse has a crush on.

Eden has an infatuation with Mark. He's cute and a little weird… and that's all she really cares about in a crush.

someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust.

Again, Eden trusts most people… But, if she had to pick someone it'd be Hayden. Although they recently met, she likes the older girl… but, since she doesn't know much of anything about her, she can't trust her.

someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet.

Eden has been dying to meet Isobel, mainly because she thinks she's absolutely beautiful. She likes to conveniently be around the tall brunette during the times she visits the house, hoping that the two can talk. But, Isobel is gone before Eden can talk to her, so they never have met… yet.

[rocknrolljunkie17]

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I am, I am, I am I said I wanna get next to you I said I gonna get close to you You wouldn’t want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?

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edensommers:

Eden shrugged her shoulder at the boy’s decline of the food, walking out and shutting the door with her hip. “I have no clue, honestly,” she answered with a smile in his direction, moving to the counter. She set her water and chips onto it before hopping up herself, pale, bare legs dangling a few inches off of the floor. “I think it might be like a… like a pride thing, in a way? Pride’s not the right word, but I can’t think of it right now. Anyway,” the brunette said, a light chuckle bubbling from her lips, “I mean, like… no one wants to throw away something that isn’t theirs, and thinks that the person who bought them should throw them away. Kind of gross, right? But, I guess that’s the way stuff works around here.”

He nodded slightly, eyes following her. “Or maybe a lazy thing. Like when you see a mess in the fridge, but choose not to clean it up.” Deacon had done similar things in the past out of laziness. He always figured someone else would take care of it, but if everyone thought that way, then the expired food would stay there forever. “Do you go to school here?” His next question stemmed from her knowledge of how the place was. Moving to take a seat at the table, he opened his can of soda and took a drink.

[edensommers]

“Yeah, probably a lazy thing. It makes more sense,” Eden agreed with a smile, the bag of chips opening with a light pop. She grabbed one of them into her mouth, shifting in her spot until she was facing the boy. “I do,” she lied easily in response to his question. “It’s my first year here, but I used to come here all the time when I was in high school. My sister was a part of the sorority, so I had to rush. Sort of like a legacy thing, you know?” The brunette tilted her head, studying the boy. “I’m guessing you’re a part of the frat?”

[edensommers]

Eden giggled at Salem’s comment, crinkling her nose lightly. The petite brunette was always happy about the sorority sisters living in the house - after all, they provided good clothes, makeup, shoes… name it, and the girls probably had it. She led the way into the next room, turning invisible in case someone was inside. But, thankfully, school still in session made the room empty. Becoming visible, Eden dropped Salem’s hand and said, “I hope so, preferably a summer dress.” She made a beeline towards the dresser, opening up the top drawer.

[daughterdeath]

Upon entering the room, Salem glanced around as Eden made her way to the dresser. She figured the closet wouldn’t be the worst place to check, especially if they were looking for dresses. Ghosting over to the sliding door, she opened it and instantly began snooping. “How long have you been dead, anyway?” She asked, though didn’t bother taking her head out of the closet so her voice was a little muffled.

[edensommers]

Eden crinkled her nose at the sight of the contents of the top drawer - undergarments. While she believed in taking other girls’ clothes, she drew the line at panties. She closed the drawer and opened up the next, relieved to see shirts. She pulled out one, a purple crop top, and held it up to her chest. At her friend’s question, Eden set the shirt down on the top of the dresser before answering. “Since, like…. two-thousand five, I think?” She said, still rifling through the shirts. “Yeah, since then. A little bit before my eigtheenth birthday.”

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edensommers:

“It’s fine,” Eden replied with a grin, taking the bottle from the boy. She turned on her heel and started her way to the pantry, opening up the water and taking a sip. “Do you need anything from here?” She asked, grabbing a bag of chips from inside. “Chips, one of those blue boxes of mac ‘n cheese to make…?” Her voice trailed off, turning to look over to the guy with an arch of the brow. “Or, I think there’s a box of stale cookies if I look further in the back. But, I’m, like, ninety percent sure it’s been in there since last year, so I wouldn’t recommend the cookies.”

His first thought was that the girl was turning to leave. He didn’t know if that was the end of their short encounter. Then Deacon realized she was just getting a snack. It was kind of her to offer, but the soda would do it for him. “No thanks.” His face scrunched up about the cookies, not about to admit they had been tempting until realizing they were probably dusty too. He stuck with his original decision. “Why doesn’t anyone just throw them away then?” He leaned back against the counter, twisting the cap off his drink.

[edensommers]

Eden shrugged her shoulder at the boy’s decline of the food, walking out and shutting the door with her hip. “I have no clue, honestly,” she answered with a smile in his direction, moving to the counter. She set her water and chips onto it before hopping up herself, pale, bare legs dangling a few inches off of the floor. “I think it might be like a… like a pride thing, in a way? Pride’s not the right word, but I can’t think of it right now. Anyway,” the brunette said, a light chuckle bubbling from her lips, “I mean, like… no one wants to throw away something that isn’t theirs, and thinks that the person who bought them should throw them away. Kind of gross, right? But, I guess that’s the way stuff works around here.”

[finchlynoah]

edensommers:

Eden smiled widely at the older girl’s iquiry, nodding her head. Games such as ’Truth or Dare’ or ’Would You Rather’ reminded her fondly of her friend’s sleepovers back when she was alive - not her own, however. The brunette wasn’t allowed sleepovers after a friend nearly suffocated during a game the two created. “I pick dare,” Eden answered with confidence, sitting up a little straighter in her spot.

A few dares passed through her head, mostly inappropriate of course. Since this was the first, she shrugged and decided to pick something a little more watered down. “I dare you to make a sandwich out of all the condiments in the kitchen–take a bite of it and swallow.” She smiled and stood up from the couch. “Let’s go take a look at your ingredients.” It wasn’t the worst dare she could come up with, but still gross all the same.

[edensommers]

Eden crinkled her nose at the girl’s dare, but nodded her head - it was a little gross, but nothing she couldn’t handle. The brunette stood up from her perch on the couch and smoothed out her shirt before walking through the living room to the hallway. “I just, like, hope to God or whoever, that there’s no horse radish,” the spirit admitted with a light laugh, making her way to the kitchen. “That stuff is mega gross.” Once in the room, she made a beeline to the fridge, opening up and peering inside. “Gotta start grabbing shit,” Eden said, quickly grabbing the mayonnaise and ketchup in the side compartment and setting them on the counter.

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they got these pictures of everything to break us down, yeah to break me down. they make us hate and we make it bleed.

[finchlynoah]

“Truth or dare?” The brunette’s eyes were lit with a concoction of giddiness and mischief as she waited for her opposite to decide. The kiddie game had always been a way to stir up fun, or at least a change from pacing the halls.

[edensommers]

Eden smiled widely at the older girl’s iquiry, nodding her head. Games such as ’Truth or Dare’ or ’Would You Rather’ reminded her fondly of her friend’s sleepovers back when she was alive - not her own, however. The brunette wasn’t allowed sleepovers after a friend nearly suffocated during a game the two created. “I pick dare,” Eden answered with confidence, sitting up a little straighter in her spot.