haunting

[jillians]

    after one too many drinks, jillian found herself leaving lucky’s tavern for some fresh air. if she could help it, she’d end up staying out for the whole night so she wouldn’t have to sleep in the living room in the dark. some would have said it was ridiculous for her to do that as there were bedrooms in the house but something about the house was off and her instinct deterred her from closing her eyes in there. staggering out, the woman pulled her phone from her bag only to drop it on the ground a few moments later. “fuck.” she spat as she crouched down to pick it up. the fritz boy had been confirmed dead but that was now pushed from her drunken mind as she began to feel sorry for herself; william did always tell her that she was selfish. tucking her hair bhind her ear as she stood up, with her phone still intact, jillian looked up and her brow furrowed before she looked away. “ oh come on!” it was a cry out into the universe. ethan bronson was much like her but at the same time so different. “i bet you’re so happy with this. makes you gain even more inspiration for your latest work, no doubt.” the fact that he had used her childhood horrors as inspiration rattled her. jill was intoxicated but at least she had stopped crying and her anger had taken a different form. “you could have done something really great, i mean, you did, but at what expense? at who’s? you would think you’d show a little respect.” an academy award winner, jill was respected, but when it came to personal troubles, she felt she was being screwed over again and again.

@takecarc​

[takecarc]

❛ ✯ ┋ open starter ( @mistystarters​​ )◞

location: lucky’s tavern

                 she’d woken up in a sweating frenzy, body jolting into a seated position as she attempted to regulate her breathing back into a state that allowed for the intake of oxygen like a normal, functioning human being. nightmares were a recurring matter in her routine, an event mallory was obliged to get used to — she’d been forced to endure worst things in life, so it was nothing she couldn’t handle. which wasn’t to say they were always easy to shake off, a chilling feeling in her bones accompanying her throughout the rest of the day … and then news broke. of henry fritz’s body. it made sense now, the tightness around her throat, the eerie sensation that something bad was about to happen. “hey …” quietly calling out to the person sitting by the counter, the blonde looks over her shoulder to make sure her boss wasn’t watching. “next round is on the house. i think we’re all needing some liquid courage, aye?” 

[jillians]

   while jill had been certain this wasn’t going to end well, she was unequiped to deal with what was going on around her. just like jack, henry fritz had ended up dead; she didn’t even know where to start with that news. while most of her memories of her brother were fictitious, one’s that were planted by her parents so he could live on, they didn’t feel any less real to her. people had called her a liar in the past and it made her doubt her own sanity. misty hollow was feeding off that, chipping away at her and suffocating her. jill was already intoxicated, staring as blankly as she could into space but her face couldn’t hide the pain she was in. a voice snapping her out of her trance, the woman nodded. “oh, thanks.” her voice was airy, as if something was squeeziing all the oxygen out of her. “can i get a shot of tequila or something? wine’s not going to cut it.” she raised her eyebrows towards the younger woman. it wasn’t a good idea, in fact, it was a very bad one but wounded animals were prone to making them. if she didn’t, she’d be on the attack and alone in the johnson household and she’d rather be anywhere but there.

[jillians]

ofsingersandsaints‌:

“I suppose there are only so many resources a town this small has.” Sophie rationalized. Even when she was working with INTERPOL she knew how hard resources were to come by. At the woman’s response, Sophie seemed puzzled. “Inserting yourself into their business? Into the business of searching for a missing child?” For someone who had been cursing and worried just a few moments earlier it seemed like an odd shift. When the tables were turned, Sophie had to take a moment to think. “Umm, I have. I used to be in law enforcement, but not here.”

   “they need to fucking try harder.” when jill was riled, she was so quickly to snap back. this couldn’t happen again. the disappearing was already messing with her and she felt like she had no one else to turn to if it all went incredibly south. jillian was a master at burning bridges and this was becoming apparent now. “it’s complicated.” a bad omen, that’s what she’d be seen as. henry fritz was not jack johnson, no matter how familiar it felt to her. “you should join, they need to extra professionalism on board. i don’t have faith in law enforcement here.” it was a horrible thing to say but they couldn’t steady jill’s nerves. they had failed before and it had affected her entire life; she didn’t want it to affect anyone else.

[jillians]

Strawberry or Grape jelly?

"grape. add that to my wiki page while you’re at it.”

[jillians]

havocccd‌:

 “ always. “ sasha says. it’s true. she wasn’t born and raised with manners. she was raised with RAISED FISTS and curses about how she was the devil . her mama had been right to raise her like that. all sasha knows to do is burn , burn , burn  . “ this place has and always will be the fuckin’ same . “ and sasha hates it. she hates this place. hates the 50 - year- anniversary. HATES THAT A BOY IS DEAD . hates that everyone is boo - hoo’ing all over the place , even thought they probably didn’t know henry . she takes her shot and downs it easily . it burns , but she refuses to react or pull a face. instead, she’s gesturing for another .  “ you just came back ? “ sasha can’t help ask , before looking over to the woman who’s turned to face her. “ now why the fuck would you ever do that ?” if you got out . . well that’s the BEST THING that could ever happen to someone like sasha.

   watching the other, jillian waited before getting the bartender’s attention herself and ordering some tequila; wine was not going to cut it tonight. she wanted to be anywhere than that house. it made her feel incredibly unsettled and with how recent events had transpired, it felt all too wrong and real for her. repositioning her hair to the side, the woman sighed. she could have gone into detail about how her mother had passed, that she had taken it upon herself to sort through the house but that was only going to bring her down. there were too many bumps in the night in that house and jill was a skeptic that thought she was losing her mind. “don’t worry, i won’t be here for long. it’s nothing compared to l.a.” downing the rest of her wine, the woman then pushed her glass towards the bartender only to pick up the shot glass. whenever she ended up tonight, it was not going to be that house. she flung it back and couldn’t help but squint as she drank it. taking out her credit card, jill nodded to the bartender. “i’ll cover her’s.” she then turned towards the other woman. “did you want anything else?”

[jillians]

hclyghxst‌:

“Sounds fair–” Sai sighed, unsure if he should say or be sorry about her parents. “I’m– well, I’m kind of doing the same,” except there were very little things to get rid of, thanks to Laura, and this was about three years too late for the ghost of his mother even be around. “If you ever need white paint, let me know. I may have bought a little too much.”

   “you’re cleaning up after dead family members? i’ve been doing that all my damn life.” it was silly that a nursery rhyme caused her to explode: jack and jill. she would live all of her years looking over the years to make sure she was following after. “now you mention it, that disgusting wallpaper needs to go.” there was so much that needed to go but she was still struggling to even step foot in jack’s room and the current climate made it even more difficult for her. “so i may take you up on that offer. i’ll warn you though, i’m not the best at diy so if you know anyone who is in town, please refer them as i could do with some help.”

[jillians]

        jillian johnson, jay johnson, j. johnson, jill johnson. no matter how many abbreviations of her name she used, both in her professional and personal life, her surname always remained. jack johnson had been a regular young boy that had been a target in the seventies, knocking the johnson parents into a life of reclusiveness and paranoia, that which they imposed on their remaining children. while jill hadn’t expected henry to be located alive, the reality of another death happening fifty years on was difficult to swallow. it had affected her family so much that there was no longer a family left, just fragments of her and her sister constantly trying to pick up the pieces. it would have been ideal for her not to bump into the boy’s mother but life never figured out how jill wanted it to. the woman figured the other was receiving a lot of fake sympathy, sympathy to fill the silence and jill didn’t want to beone of those. her parents always stated people looked at them differently after jack, that they looked differently at jill and jackie who would forever be the relatives of the murdered boy, something that she had tried to keep private for many years. “i don’t think i can say anything to you that’s going to make a difference.” the horrors of the seventies had changed everything for her parents and just like that, the woman’s life of misery flashed before her eyes. “you can’t let them win.” the woman was in an early stage of grief, jill didn’t know how she was going to response but she needed to prewarn the other not to end up like her own mother.

@hclyghxst​

[jillians]

qceenofdance‌:

Okay. Okay. Coraline began inwardly, distancing herself from the overly emotional woman. This was not what she signed up for when coming back home. The last thing Coraline needed was to calm down someone on the brink of hysterics. There’s apps for that these days, has this lady ever heard of TalkSpace? Coraline highly recommends it. “Do you need to go somewhere? Home preferably?” The raven haired author asked, eyebrow raised in mild concern. If this lady started crying, she was out of here.

  “if you can get me on an immediate flight to l.a. and sort out the shit in my childhood home, sure.” it was her plan to come back and clean up after them in an attempt to erase them from her life, and potentially see her sister jacqueline with who she had a rocky relationship. her ex husband was always adamant that she needed to put in more effort but here she was, with it all going to shit and not knowing where to look. “nothing about this situation is funny, it’s not. it’s a big slap in the face.” jill had no problem looking bad all by herself but history started to repeat itself just after she returned and that looked odd. “ god, i think this is the closest i’m ever going to feel to some sort of horror herione, albeit a bad one...”

[jillians]

do you believe in the supernatural?

   “nope. call me a skeptic but i don’t believe in any of that. there are enough horrors to focus on so why people would need to make up any more is beyond me.”

[jillians]

are you the misty strangler?

   “are you kidding me? of course not ! god, i can understand that things start going south as soon as i return back but that doesn’t mean it’s me. someone wants to fuck with me, to an extreme and i don’t want that. whoever the killer is, they need to stop and leave me in peace !“

[jillians]

is blood thicker than water?

   “no, they’re both the same, full of disappointment.”

[jillians]

[jillians]

ofiridescnce‌:

although michelle had initially taken jillian leaving misty hollow quite hard, she had learned over time not to pay too much mind to it. if she had to overthink everyone who had left without any explanation, or a goodbye for that matter, it would drive her crazy. “well i don’t know about the force, i’m still not fully convinced they’re any more proactive or competent but yes technology certainly has evolved.” michelle scoffed, she hadn’t expected jill’s move to be a permanent one. “of course it isn’t. i’m sure the second you’ll be needed you’ll be packed up and on the road again.” she straightened her posture and raised a brow. “why even bother coming back? there’s nothing left for you here.”

     jill had done this because her ex husband wanted to see that she was making an effort with her sister and her own demons but if william didn’t admit that this was bad advice, he would have been mistaken. sensing the attitude from michelle, jillian scoffed. “i don’t see why you actually care. it’s a two way street...” her sister was so angry at her for leaving and then avoiding but it was only because jill had nothing to say, nothing she could say. “this isn’t my home.” nowehere was but los angeles was the next best thing to that and she would never give it up for misty hollow. “if you’re here to lose it with me, i’m not interest. my mom passed, someone has to clean up the house and that someone is me. i really don’t need you telling me what’s not here for me. i’m intelligent enough to know that there’s nothing which is why i’m not staying. i’m not going to be here when it gets bad again.” she was preparing herselffor the worst but there was only so much she could so.

[havocccd]

OPEN STARTER ! — @mistystarters​ 

“ IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A SHOULDER TO CRY ON , or somebody to comfort you . . i’m not your girl. “ sasha cuts across as she sits at the bar, staring ahead. the news of a LITTLE BOY’S DEATH still rings in her mind. sasha may be cruel, and harsh, and RUINATION . but she isn’t as heartless as she pretends to be. SHE FEELS a bit too much sometimes . she just doesn’t know how to deal with OTHER PEOPLE’S EMOTIONS. and she never will . “ if you need a quick fuck or a drink . . that’s more my speed . “ it’s said roughly, but truthful, as she doesn’t even chance the person before her a glance. instead, she gestures to the bartender for SHOTS . so many shots . she can’t keep track of how much she’s had to drink. alcohol is good on any night . but especially nights like THIS . sasha usually isn’t one for company  , either . but . again. tonight feels DIFFERENT. 

[jillians]

    history was repeating and it was out of that control. leaving this town had been jill’s decision to take back what little control she had to steer her life in a different direction. however, she could never shake the stories she had grown up with nor the feeling this town gave her. the fitz boy was dead and she couldn’t spend one more moment in that house. was this what a midlife crisis felt like? her entire life had felt like a crisis that she was just trying to control. anything would be better than staying the night in the house that belonged to her parents, the childhood home that acted in the same way as a crypt. “i’m not looking for that. god, if you’re going to carry on talking like that, i will need another drink or two.” this trip was nothing like she had imagined. she chuckled to hersef. “are you always this point blanc?” jill turned towards the younger woman. “this place doesn’t change at all, does it?”

[jillians]

ofsingersandsaints‌:

If this was a common occurrence in America, Sophie was going to have to move back to England. She had never really been the best at being comforting, even to her husband. But a stranger who had just started talking to her? What was she supposed to say to that? “I’ve seen a ton of police out searching. I’ve heard they started a civilian search party as well if you wanted to join that.” Sophie offered up those two suggestions despite not knowing if they would help at all.

   “in my opinion i don’t think there’s enough.” there wouldn’t be in a little town like misty hollow. this wasn’t los angeles and the more that became apparent and real, the more and more she regretted ever coming. “i’ve heard about that and i’m not sure. i don’t know how’d they react to me showing by face out there or inserting myself into their business.” she was already doing that indirectly. her own sister had told her she wasn’t wanted so it would hardly be surprising if the fritz family were to reject her assistance. the johnsons had been reclusive after their remaining children grew up and disappointed them in the process. they were paranoid and afraid - that came across as suffocation to a child and she didn’t think she’d ever get over it. “have you given thought to helping?”

[jillians]

qceenofdance‌:

She had to agree, whomever had done this, was beyond twisted and incapable of redemption. From anyone. And Coraline highly doubted that the townspeople of Misty Hollow were in the forgiving spirit, not for this motherfucker. “Lucky you,” the author sighed, feeling envious that the older female was able to run away, distance herself from the toxicity that the latest kidnapping seemed to bring. At least physically, because from what Coraline saw, it appeared that this woman would be forever trapped in her own psychological hell. “Well, with modern technology, there’s bound to be some breakthrough. It’s amazing how much dna the human body can produce even in the smallest amounts.” She concluded, trying her best to remain hopeful but she knew, that that kid was likely dead.

the other’s words seemed to muffle far too quickly with her ears starting to ring. this felt like a bad dream, one that came all too fitting with her return. what she would give for it to be a nightmare that she could wake up from. the more she thought about it, the dizzier she felt. her eyes were welling up with tears but the pure stress of it was holding them back. if the boy wasn’t found, it would mean he was most likely dead and that the problem was as big as folks suggested it was. “they... have to find-” jillian cut herself off and took a deep breath in turn to steady herself. it was awful but she couldn’t help but react on such a personal level. this had happened to jack, the one that was in all her fictitious memories and she did not want to see this played out right in front of her. “sorry, i can’t do this. coming back here was a mistake.” she was already losing but if she left, she would just prove jacqueline and michelle right again...

[jillians]

sugarpilled‌:

     𝐈𝐍  𝐀  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐘  𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖,  a  tragedy  becomes  inescapable.  everyone  is  shaken,  rightfully  so,  and  it’s  not  hard  to  read  the  atmosphere.  who  could  have  done  this,  and  who  is  next?  a  nightmare  of  a  boogeyman  chasing  you  —  only  you  can’t  wake  up.  that’s  how  julia  feels,  anyways.  ❝  i’m  afraid  it  is.  ❞  red  lipstick  stains  the  end  of  her  cigarette,  it’s  her  second  of  that  morning.  she  avoids  meeting  jillian’s  eyes.  ❝  nothing’s  been  …  declared  yet.  maybe  he’ll  come  back.  ❞  optimism  makes  her  feel  as  though  she  were  lying.

    how selfish she felt to be externalising her emotions that had been pent up for so long. this wasn’t about her but it did feel like a personal attack. she shouldn’t have listened to her ex-husband and she shouldn’t have come here - jackie had said herself that she wasn’t wanted so who was she to argue? “i really hope so because the more times passes, the less likely he is to be found. this town does not have a good track record for finding missing children.” for someone who had refused to talk about it for a lifetime, the woman found herself saying things that she wouldn’t usually say. she wanted to say that she couldn’t imagine what the parents were feeling but in all honesty, she did and it unsettled her. “are you going to help with the search? i’ve been thinking about doing it.” then again, the more time she wasted, the more time she had to spend in this hell hole.