withering souls;;

a collection of content for my characters in the darkness has us roleplay group.

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Tate’s hands clenched around Ana as the boom resonated throughout the house. His eyes narrowed. Was that something by the window? He couldn’t let his little sister see any kind of worry cross his face. Not like he couldn’t handle any of these ghosts that liked to frequent the house. They could suck his big toe for all he cared, but when they messed with his siblings? No, that wasn’t something he would allow at all. 

Running his hand down her hair, Tate put on his best smile. “Ghosts? Get me? Come on, Banana, there’s no ghost that can get me,” he stated, doing his best tough guy voice. “They should be afraid of me rather than the other way around.” 

Ana recalled the time she went to the attic alone to see Beau, the foul stench of death that lingered up there, like an animal was stuck in the wall freshly decomposing. When she ran downstairs to tell her mother, by the time they got back to the attic the scent was gone. The blonde received a firm smack the back of her head as punishment for riling up her chained sibling. 

It had to have been an evil spirit up there. And she knew whatever it was could bring harm to Tate. 

“They can do things, though, Tate,” Ana muttered, not wanting to give into her brother’s comforting words. The house was too evil to let little lies sooth her. “They don’t just stand in corners, they can do stuff just like you and I can, they can move things, and hurt people...” she quieted herself as another flash of lightning struck. “...you know that, don’t you?”

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It was rare that Nani got spooked in the house, but the sound of the voice made her jump. Pushing the awkwardness away with one of her trademark smiles, she turned towards the voice. “I didn’t mean to disturb anyone. I was just looking for someone…he and his friend tend to roam around the house, and I can never tell where they’ll be,” Nani said, shrugging her shoulders towards the end. “Cell reception tends to be horrible in here. That’s what I get for believing Sprint had gotten better.”  

Ria slowly nodded, pretending she knew what her opposite was talking about. She hadn’t cared to keep up with modern technology. She knew what cell phones were, but never bothered to use one. She didn’t like the vibes they gave off. Opposite of the natural way. 

“They’re not here,” Ria stated, knowing exactly who she was speaking of. She had never met Chase, perhaps had a brief run in with Francis, but didn’t know them personally. “The ones that seek the dead, correct?” 

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Noelle slammed the back door as she stepped outside. She didn’t know how ghosts in the house could make their peace with being dead. Even some of the brutally murdered ones seemed so relaxed, it irked her to no end. She wasn’t always cynical, no, when she was alive she was quite a delight. Not exactly a social butterfly but she had her close knit group of friends, a loving family, things to live for. She didn’t deserve what she got. And she couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

In her time in the Murder House, Noelle barely spoke to anyone. Those who she did speak to, she always seemed to come off too harsh. Her ‘fuck it all’ attitude during death wasn’t exactly charming. She found a reason to hate everyone.

She began walking to the edge of the yard, as far away from the house as she could get. The boundaries of the house were just another thing that pissed her off. Any farther past the fence and she would find herself right back inside. Who the fuck made those rules anyway? Why did the dead have to abide by property line?

Sitting down in the grass, the ghost crossed her legs and stared off into the distance, looking at nothing in particular. It wasn’t like they have a beautiful view or anything. Just the neighboring yards, where little happy families would spend quality time together, college kids would party and grow older, people would go about their daily lives like they weren’t living next to a literal Hell House. 

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She had come to look for Chase. She had hoped the male would be roaming the hallways, but unfortunately he was no where to be seen. Or maybe, she had been lying to herself. A small part of her knew that Chase didn’t have the highest regard for the house. Especially since one of his friends seemed to be obsessed with figuring out the ghost situation. 

Sighing, she continued to roam around the hallways, really just at a loss for what to do. She wouldn’t have to be at the Pussycat Club for a few more hours, and she didn’t want to be in her apartment at the moment. “Hello,” Nani called, trying to find someone. “Anyone home?” 

Ria perked her head at the faint sound of a hello. Who could be so naive to announce themselves in that part of the Murder House? The ghost appeared at her doorway, black hair cascading down her shoulders as she peeked out of her witchy little lair. “You should probably be more careful about who you announce yourself to in this house,” she broke the silence, eyes scanning the area to see if anyone else happened to catch her greeting. 

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Stepping into the room, Tate looked around quickly. If there were any ghosts in the room they wouldn’t be showing themselves now. It wasn’t a surprise that the ghosts were active on a night like tonight. What better way to freak the living out than to haunt them during a storm? 

Hopping on the bed, Tate scooted so that he was sitting next to Annabelle. “It looks like you’re in the clear for right now,” he said, giving her a small smile. “Nobody can get you while I’m here.” 

Ana felt a wave of relief, although when lightning flashed against the sky again that relief faded into fear. A crackling boom indicated that the storm was coming closer. The wind sent twigs and what sounded like pebbles hurling against the windows, and for a brief moment she swore she saw a girl behind the curtain as the lightning flashed again. She let out an uncertain whimper and hugged onto Tate, eyes shutting. “What if they get you...?” 

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Eyes breaking open at the sound of thunder, Tate barely had enough time to process what was happening before the light from another lightning strike cracked through his room. Sitting up, the mophead rubbed his sleep crusted eyes, legs already pushing him off the bed. He knew how the others tended to react whenever the storms got too bad, and if he knew his mother, she was probably sleeping off another liquor filled dinner to do anything. The worst one was Annabelle. 

Stumbling down the hallway to his younger sister’s door, Tate fumbled with the knob. Pushing the door in slowly, he moved into the room. “Ana, you okay?” he asked, into the room–seeing the lump underneath the blankets. 

Ana was already hiding under the covers again by the time Tate had come into the room, as soon as she heard his voice she popped her head out and tried to see him in the darkness. “Tate---!” she called out, almost shaking out of fear. “There was someone in here, he was right over there, I saw him!” She was too frightened to move, and just wanted her brother to come closer to her. Protect her. 

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Wicked lightning scratched across the sky, lighting up Ana’s room as though she was in a scene right out of the horror flick, Poltergeist. The wind outside roared and shook the windows, rain hitting so hard it sounded like small rocks smashing against the house. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was scared. The small blonde hugged her knees to her chest, almost completely hiding herself under her blanket. Another crack of lightning and her room lit up, bright blue hues catching sight of what looked like person standing in the corner. She almost screamed, but instead shot under the blanket and shut her eyes. ‘It’s nothing, no one’s there - it’s nothing, no one’s there...’ she reassured herself, and after a moment peaked out. BOOM. All sources of light and electricity in the house died, and Anabelle tried to let out a scream but only a squeak came out, as she witnessed a figure in the lightning again -- only this time it vanished in the blink of an eye.

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The tension in the house was a spring ready to snap. Sawyer could feel it and he had spent most of his time in the attic. The tension that Halloween always brought around. It annoyed him to no end. 

What was the point of getting worked up about one day. Sure, it was the only time the ghosts could get out and stretch their spirit limbs, but in the end they would just wind back up in the house and start their year of waiting all over again. 

Of course, he always used that time to kill someone. He needed his reputation to stay alive. 

Focusing on the area with the most tension at that moment, Sawyer ghosted himself to stand beside Sam. The energy around her almost scared him, but he wanted to see her. 

Sawyer’s presence caused Sam’s gaze to break from the world outside. Her normally hazel eyes were stone gray, complexion more pale than usual. Though something about him being around created a warmer aura, the frost on the window dissipating, the glass pane before them fogging over slightly instead. He may have been one of the only souls in the house that made the poltergeist feel something other than dead anymore.

Lifting a steady hand, she used the condensation on the window to draw a small heart, the outline slowly materialized into blood, thickly dripping down the glass.

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There was something about this time of year that had Samantha restless. Halloween was right around the corner, and it wasn’t that she was feeling eager to get out of the house -- it was more so that she was itching to haunt. In the previous years she had left bodies mangled in freak accidents, wrecks, and even cause a suicide or two. Always to those who she thought deserved it. Those who mocked the dead, or refused to believe. 

Easier to do outside the house, where she wouldn’t make any permanent enemies.

The air around her was freezing - frost lined the window she stared out of, a dead gaze set straight out into the street, but focused on nothing in particular. Her fists clenched and released in rhythm, her very being surging with energy that was fighting to get out. 

Not yet.