𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮   .   .   .   𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

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let me write creepy things

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rosie can’t sit in a chair normally

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ok so i said that last post can imply they’re actually haunted, but i lied and it’s just an excuse for the mcallister side’s dumbass decisions, including monica making a deal w a demon and ACTUALLY cursing the family

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rose’s  maternal  grandfather’s  side  comes  from  predominantly  from  scotland .      they  settled  on  the  east  coast  during  the  civil  war  and  grandpa  mac,   short  for  mcallister,   always  had  exaggerated  stories  to  tell  around  summer  campfires  as  his  grandchildren  were  growing  up  and  visiting  him  in  pennsylvania .      he  would  terrify  the  kids  with  stories  of  a  robed  woman  with  a  ragged  veil  on  a  horse  that  would  approach  the  first  mcallister  family  patriarch  silently  before  riding  off .      always  that  story  about  the  rider  with  her  gauzy  veil  and  a  voice  that  sounded  brittle,   unused,   like   the  grating  wheeze  of  a  rusted  hinge .      the  story  is  never  told  exactly  the  same,   but  it  always  ends  the  same  way :     during  the  days  after  the  rider  visits  great  great  great  grandma  mcallister,   rather  than  grandpa  mcallister,   he  doesn’t  see  her  during  his  night  shifts  at  the  watch  tower  over  the  town  river .      not  until  he  thinks  he  sees  a  boat  in  the  river,   alight  with  a  torch .      he  supposedly  rose  and  moved  to  the  edge,   but  a  noise  startled  him    (   a  stray  union  gunshot ?    the  winny  of  a  rearing  horse ?   ),   and  disturbs  his  balance  enough  that  he  falls  off  the  tower  and  into  the  riverbank  below .      grandpa  mac  with  his  tales  of  a  banshee  that’s  supposedly  followed  the  family  for  generations  since  then,   an  omen  of  death,   or  a  curse .      or   .   .   .   maybe  he’s  just  messing  with  them  all .      rosie  was  never  certain .

when  she  was  ten  he  was  moved  to  a  nursing  home  due  to  doctors  diagnosing  him  with  dementia,   and  stating  that  he  needed  near  constant  care .      there’s  something  about  the  rain  the  following  month  that  unsettles  her .      but  she  gets  swept  up  in  school  and  the  thought  is  forgotten .      a  year  and  a  half  passes  and  the  doctor’s  say  his  illness  has  intensified .      he’s  wandering,   restless,   often  confused,   supposedly  seeing  things  that  aren’t  there .      in  the  days  leading  up  to  his  death,   when  rosie  visits  it’s  clear  his  mental  health  has  declined .      when  he  sleeps,   which  is  frequently,   he  mumbles  and  tosses  erratically .      when  he  wakes,   he’s  disoriented .      rosie’s  mom  holds  his  hand  during  visits,   because  the  contact  always  seems  to  comfort  him .      he  doesn’t  always  recall  who  rosie  is  by  the  end,   but  the  nurse  reports  that  the  previous  night  grandpa  mac  awoke  weeping,   sobbing  hard  enough  to  break  into  coughing  fits .       there’s  something  about  the  silence  after  the  nurse  departs  that  gave  rosie  chills .       iain  mccallister  passes  on  a  cool  february  morning .      somewhere,   deep  in  the  mossy  forest  at  the  edge  of  franklin  park,   a  woman  wails .

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let me write creepy things

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like this.......for a starter

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He had that hungry mind, constantly turning things over, looking not for answers but for understanding.

We Were Liars -by E. Lockhart (via booksandotherbabbling)

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keep haley..........or switch to maia or shelley h

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i  caved  and  made  a  steve  :/

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ok all i’m saying is that in a realistic tfw 2.0 spinoff rosie would be around 13-15 and u know this pre-teen w an attitude would hear their thoughts and roast every single one of the gang

[mjalti]

listen, when i go to open my mouth & what comes out is 12 degrees of seperation from what the original topic was, u need to connect the dots bitch. think fast. i’m not gonna hold ur hand but we’re leaving now and visiting every topic along the line. wave it goodbye, don’t get hung up on it

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rosie will sooner facetime someone five times in a row than text or call them

[tamtomasz]