TDHU BABIES

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hauntingiisms‌:

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. 

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.”  

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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…?” 

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.” 

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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. 

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.” 

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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.

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. 

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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.

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. 

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hauntingiisms‌:

The Murder House was a goddamn mystery even Ria couldn’t understand a majority of the time. She understood ghosts, spirits, what kept them there, she understood the powers the dead could harness – but she would never be able to understand how the house could give life to the dead. It made no sense, and quite frankly she was on edge over the idea that there could be life inside her. Especially because she was given that gift long ago when she still had a pulse, and lost it. Her miscarriage had changed her, it changed everything. Soon after she had lost her little one, she had lost Seth, and ultimately she had lost herself. 

Setting down her book of shadows, Victoria set her hand on her stomach. She could feel it. A little spark of something. A little spark that sent waves of anxiety through her. Did pregnancy tests even work on the dead? And if so, where would she even find one? Halloween was too far off, she didn’t want to ask for one, and she didn’t like to snoop through the living’s belongings. 

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?” 

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hallwayspectres‌:

Sydney’s head jerked up at the voice- the library wasn’t exactly the social centre of the house. Solitude was as natural in here as the books themselves. She smiled slightly at the comment. Gothic literature was one of her favourite genres, and she didn’t particularly care which novel she read, as long as it has that classic gothic atmosphere woven through it. “Dracula is good, too,” she answered, turning a page. “I wouldn’t say it’s more interesting. Frankenstein was written by a woman. It’s considered the first and best science fiction book ever written. Not to mention it deals with humanity and moral responsibility in an elegant way. But there is something seductive about vampires.” She looked at Pierce, closing the book on her thumb so she didn’t lose her page. “Gothic literature isn’t a little cliche for you, considering what we are?”

Pierce always did enjoy a good book debate. Especially when someone was clearly literate. That was the one thing he missed since working in an actual library. The debates between he and his fellow librarians were always something he looked forward to whilst working. Not that he had enjoyed much in life. It was weird how he had always seemed to long for death. Of course, he had hoped to spend eternity to Delia, but he had lost hope he would ever find his long lost love. ‘

Smiling softly at her description of Frankenstein, Pierce nodded softly. “It did make her more famous than her poet husband, that’s for sure. However, I’ve always found Dracula lends itself to show the horrors that people can create, consider Stoker was inspired by the ridiculous vampire propaganda that people spread about people dying of tuberculosis,” he commented, thinking back to when he researched the book after reading it. He could feel his energy calm as he continued to speak. “Gothic literature opened the eyes of the reader to the different horrors we could find in not just ourselves, but the world around us. Thanks to Universal, I could see how they’ve become cliche, but the books themselves are classic and essential.”  

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The library wasn’t somewhere Harley visited often, perhaps because there was a part of her that liked it. It was quiet, peaceful, void of most idiots, and typically empty. It was like her little vacation spot in the Murder House, a place where she only let herself roam on certain occasions. Few times a year, tops. That made it all the better.

Walking along one of the isles, the blonde let her fingers trace each book she passed by without much interest in actually picking one out. She wasn’t there to read, but to enjoy the unfamiliarity her surroundings. Even she got tired of the scent of death that seemed to make its home in the walls of her bedroom. Not that she would ever admit that.

“Hmm…” Harley exhaled quietly, bending over to pick up a book that had fallen from its place before she had even gotten there. “Great Goddesses,” the title read, almost perking the sociopaths interest. After all, she always liked to consider herself one.

It had been a slow day in the library. While it had never really been busy, Pierce always seemed to find more people along the rows at the beginning of school. Of course, it always seemed to die off again after a few weeks, but it was always nice to see the sorority and fraternity kids trying their best to appear interested in the schools they were attending. It sure was better than all the loud parties that shook the floorboards of the house during the rest of the year. 

Making his usual stroll through the aisles, the ghost found one of the books laying on its side. Sighing softly, Pierce placed the book in its correct spot on the shelf, only to hear a small thud coming from the other side.

Slightly aggravated, Pierce took quick steps to the other aisle. He would have gone through the bookshelves themselves, but he knew better than to do it around the living. The last thing he wanted was for people to flock into the library and disturb his eternity by messing with him. 

Coming around the corner, he stopped short. The young woman further down the aisle had picked up the book that had dropped. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders beautifully, the blonde shining against the dim light of the room. Suddenly, the nervous ghost’s throat went dry. What was he supposed to do now? 

“I-I-I’m sorry. Did that hit book you?” Stuttering, Pierce shook his head, and cleared throat, rethinking the words that had just fallen out of his mouth. “I-I-I mean...did that book hit you?” 

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Stress. No one could stress quite like Casey. Most of the time she was okay when it came to the first week of school. This time, though, this time she was stuck in her head. She had yet to get all of her books, mostly because she couldn’t afford them this year. What was the point of trying to better her education when all it left her was thousands of dollars in debt? This thought had become her daily thought process.

In all honesty, she wanted to leave school. Maybe the world outside of higher education would be a better battle than what was going on in her current mindset. 

Sighing, Casey dug through some of the books inside the library--hoping against all hope that she would be able to find some of the books on her school list. 

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hallwayspectres‌:

Over the years Sydney had become more and more accustomed with letting Marley out of her sight. It didn’t make her happy- Sydney knew exactly the type of ghost that resided in the Murder House- but Marley was her own person, as stubborn as her mother and as adventurous as any of the princesses in the storybooks she had loved to read as a kid. So, yet again, Sydney found herself alone in the house library, while Marley explored the house. The books were as familiar to her as old friends, and she ran her fingers along the spines, finally stopping at an old copy of Frankenstein. “Why not?” she mused to herself quietly, taking the book and making herself comfortable in one of the many library nooks.

It wasn’t unusual to find Pierce inside the library. In fact, that was the place that had become his refuge over the amount of years he had been stuck in the house. The basement was too....creepy. Besides, it was a place all the ghosts liked to haunt it appeared, and while he did his best to spook the living, Pierce didn’t see himself as someone who fit the status quo. Not to mention the fact that he enjoyed helping the students find just the right books to work on a study project. He was almost...useful. Something he hadn’t really felt like he was in life. 

Watching the young woman now, Pierce smiled softly at her choice of light reading. In life, he never quite understood why so many felt so strongly about the Gothic classic. It had become sensationalized, and too many people came to the library he had once worked looking for a copy. He could feel the familiar headache sprouting in the back of his head as he continued to think about it. 

“If you ask me, Bram Stoker’s Dracula is far more interesting,” Pierce commented, looking around the discarded books near the young woman’s nook.

[rpdepartment]

SEND ♥ plus a song title from GHOST’S songs for me to write a starter that includes one of this lines!

40 starters | tw: death, suicide, stalking

THE CHATTERING LACK OF COMMON SENSE

« i’m not quite what i seem »

« every day is just the same »

« everything is show and tell »

« we’re rather bored »

« how could i have noticed? »

« don’t worry about me »

« just accept the things you know »

« what is going on here? »

« i’m a little out of sorts »

« why not try to let go? »

« i’ve been feeling out of order »

« i am waiting for it »

« what the hell should i do? »

THOSE WHO CARRIED ON

« they tried to be understood »

« it was a mess »

« they spilled their organs everywhere »

« they may decay »

« they may never come back »

« there’s nothing left to go to waste »

« they had problems from the start »

« there’s nothing stopping them »

« things have improved » 

THE THINGS I DESERVE

« i’d be gone without a trace »

« here it comes »

« you’ve been waiting »

« i’m sorry you had gotten so unlucky »

« i’m wishing you a better farewell »

« i ran away »

« no one gave a farewell »

« it’s not so easy for me »

« the story never changed »

« i’ll get what i deserve »

SPIDER ON THE WALL

« this isn’t me »

« i’ve been watching you »

« i’ve played the part »

« keep singing »

« i can’t be bothered letting go »

« burn the house down »

« you’ll never see me »

« don’t think of me in the wrong way » 

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“Everything you touch surely dies.” Syd/Sawyer 🙃

Jaw clenched, Sawyer stared at Sydney in an uncomfortable silence. Her words hung in the air. What did she expect him to say to that? Almost all of the people who had the misfortune of meeting the sociopath had died by his hand. Why did it matter if everything he touched died? 

Sydney had always tried to create some kind of empathy inside the killer. Apparently that was supposed to make her feel better about loving him after he killed her. “Keep it up and I guess we’ll have to see how horribly you can die again.” 

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The earth felt slightly tilted as Sara continued to walk through the house. It wasn’t the first time the blonde had been high and drunk whilst walking the hallways, but she figured snooping through the basement wouldn’t be such a bad idea. What could happen? One of the “oh so scary ghosts” would show up and kill her? As if she wouldn’t welcome death. Anything would have to be better than the life she was living now. 

Twirling around, Sara tripped over herself. “Shit,” she grunted as she landed on her ass. Giggling, she laid down--rolling side to side, lost in her own little world.

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London couldn’t help the girlish giggle that escaped her lips. “The wrong spot?” Her hand, subconsciously, rose to twist her hair. “There’s a lot of wrong spots in this house, but this isn’t one of them.” She offered a bright smile. “Though it is the sorority hallway, the frat’s are down that way, if you didn’t already know.” She pointed to the far end of the hall. “Past the bathroom, as if that’s gonna divide us,” the blonde laughed lightly.

Victor looked the direction she pointed, nodding as a small huff of laughter slipped from him. “That’s right,” he said, continuing to nod. “Y’know, I think someone told me that when I moved in.” Turning back, he kept his smile spread wide. 

He probably should have left. It would have been smart, but he couldn’t help it. Victor had been wishing to talk to her since the day he first laid eyes on her. Why did he start having to be into girls? “You got any other interesting tidbits I should know?” 

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@witchiisms

Browsing the refrigerator had never left Hayden feeling quite so unfulfilled as it did now. Apparently none of the sorority girls had gone shopping considering the amount of beer that was scattered throughout the fridge. What the hell was the boys fascination with Bud Light anyways? The least they could do was mix it up with Heineken or something that didn’t taste like cow piss. 

Annoyed, Hayden grabbed a case, and slammed the door shut. She was really going to have to sweet talk that stupid president of the frat and get some good alcohol back in the house. How did they survive without quality alcohol anyways? When she was in college there was no way she would be caught dead without some good bourbon or vodka close at hand. 

Of course, that was one of the reasons she was in her current predicament. An alcoholic night left her pregnant and pining for a man that never deserved to touch her body in the goddamned first place. Rolling her eyes, Hayden pushed that train of thought away. The less she thought of Ben the better. 

Ghosting up to the roof of the house, Hayden closed her eyes against the sudden brightness that came with the sun. Sometimes feeling the heat against her skin almost reminded her of what it was like to be human. Almost. Taking a can from the case, the female ghost cracked it open and took a sip. Cringing slightly, she looked down on the world around her. 

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Saturday nights had always been a big deal for Tara. Saturday nights were meant for drinking, clubbing, partying, shots, drugs, fucking, dancing, letting out all of that steam that built up from a hard week of working and studying. She went relatively easy on herself this particular night, but with so many people in the club this weekend she ended up losing her clique about an hour before she decided to dip out.

Still feeling the sweet sway of liquor pulsing through her veins, the new and upcoming starlet walked a not so straight line out to the parking lot where she figured she’d wait at Tristan’s black Camaro - somewhat hoping he or Sara would be waiting there for her. Adjusting her little black dress, Tara stumbled toward the vehicle when out of the corner of her vision she noticed a shadow following her. Los Angeles wasn’t the safest of places, which was typically why she always had Sara or Tristan around at times like this. There was a sinking feeling in her gut as she felt the presence behind her continue to follow her, and she even made a point to walk around a different, less direct route to the car to test if she was just being paranoid. But the footsteps behind her proceeded and the uneasiness within her continued to build.

Getting close to the Camaro, Tara glanced over her shoulder only to see a hooded man approaching, his hands in his pockets and his face hidden from the lack of direct lighting. Nothing quite sobered her up like seeing this stranger coming closer. “Stop,” she voiced as she turned around to acknowledge him, still backing up as he came forward. She had heard once that if you’re vocal toward creeps like this guy, it could deter them from. But her demand only led to him pulling a gun out of his pocket. She shut her mouth, backing up against the Camaro, eyes wide and heart racing.

For all of its horsepower and polish, the seats in the black Camaro were uncomfortable as hell. Seat pushed all the way back, Tristan was trying to calm the headache that the music in the club had caused. Not to mention the fact that Sara, who was currently passed out across the back seat, decided that tonight would be the night she wasn’t able to hold her liquor. 

And that’s how he lost Tara. Deciding to take care of Sara, he had taken her to the bathroom, and when one of the bartenders brought her passed out body back out, Tristan brought her to the car. He would have grabbed Tara, but he knew she would be pissed to have her night ruined. All the same, it didn’t help the slight jealousy the frat boy had  whenever she was out there without him. Not that what he, Tara, and Sara had wasn’t practically perfect, but it was hard not to be irked by how some men decided to grab the women he had chosen to enjoy time with. 

Rubbing his temples, Tristan muttered a soft curse, annoyed that he hadn’t been able to drink. Maybe then this headache would have gone away. One drink wouldn’t have affected him too much. Fuck, right about now he would have been sober and ready to go back and dance until the club closed. Apparently, Lady Luck didn’t feel like being on his side this night. 

“Stop...” 

The voice broke through his thoughts. He knew that voice. He would spend the rest of his life remembering that voice. Sitting up, Tristan looked out towards where he heard the voice. Tara was close. Turned towards someone behind her. Someone who appeared to have something in his hands. 

Quietly as possible, Tristan opened his car door. It wouldn’t do to have the guy decide to do something stupid before he was able to safely get Tara out of range. Crouched down, the frat boy slipped down the side of his car. Lady Luck really had taken the night off. If he had thought, he would have brought the pistol his marine dad had given him as a high school graduation gift. Fuck.  

Standing up slowly, Tristan took a step from around the car. Inching towards Tara, he smiled at the guy. “Hey man, how’s it going?” 

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As the door to her room slammed, Samantha had been mid-walk toward the little worn down desk at the edge of her room – she paused and glanced to the cracked mirror. There had only been one ghost with the sort of energy she was feeling, only one ghost that played with her like this. Her lips twitched into a small smile, one that wasn’t quite readable. Part of her wanted to play along, the other half wanted to watch and see where this was going, or if there would be any further attempt at communication between the two.

It had been a while since Sam and Shadow had spent time together, like they used to. When he was the only other soul she knew in the house, the only one she ever appeared to. Her habit of isolating herself with him only had broken over the years, and she didn’t particularly feel one way or another about it. What she had now with Sawyer had distracted her, as well as her children, from her thoughts on how it used to be. Shadow was the one who had made her, after all. Without him, she wouldn’t have found the strength to conceal that energy it took to be a poltergeist, he taught her almost everything she knew – although she did have her own quirks to add to his lessons.

“You always did have a way with words,” she broke the silence, eyes blinking slow as her smile spread just a little bit.

For a moment, a sense of worry crossed Shadow’s mind. What if she had forgotten the ghost that had followed her for so long? What if she had grown content with the life she had built and decided she no longer needed him? For a moment, and then it was gone. The smile that appeared on Samantha’s features proved she knew who had come calling on her. 

A smile of his own stretched his lips upward. It had been far too long since he had been around the girl that had made him stick to something. Would he have stayed if he knew he would wind up in a house that trapped ghosts somehow? Hindsight was always 20/20, even if he didn’t regret it. At least now he could haunt as many people as he wanted. Especially with all the parties the kids throw. Making himself seen, he continued to push his energy at the mirror until it was completely cracked. 

“Traditional never fails in some cases. The movies have been getting worse about not going for the subtle. Have you been having any subtle fun lately?”