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Oh to be a plague doctor just casually chilling in the haunted manor. Like for real, I just imagine an extra or a crew member just donning the plague doctor costume and blending in with the environment.

Okay so asides from the obvious frame where most of us saw the plague doctor, there’s a lot more of him.

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Netflix: So…you’re making a horror show, right? This is gonna terrify the shit out of people. Right?

Mike Flanagan: Lesbians!

Netflix: Okay, but is it going to be scary–

Mike Flanagan: Lesbians!!!! 💕💘💖

Flower shop lesbians!

Horror lesbians!

Punk lesbians!

Pastel lesbians!

Gonna stab you to death with a poker lesbians!

Punk gf stopping her pastel gf from committing accidental murder lesbians!

I just saw the ghost of my dead ex while trying to make out with you and now it’s super awkward lesbians!

Crime solving lesbians!

Accepting that your gf will eventually succumb to the swamp lady living inside her and loving her anyway lesbians!

Domestic lesbians!

Vermont civil union lesbians!

Everlasting love lesbians!

Bittersweet ending lesbians!

Carla Gugino!

Netflix: Okay, but other than the lesbians, is there gonna be anything–

Mike Flanagan:

This!

She!!!

THEY!!!

Bebezz!!

Netflix: ……

Mike Flanagan: …But yes, also there will be ghosts.

Netflix: *heavy sigh*

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KATE SIEGEL as Viola Lloyd in THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR (2020)

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The Haunting of Hill House and The Haunting of Bly Manor both said "You know what the real horror is? Emotions."

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The au pair knew the moment had come. The beast had lurked indeed, and the beast, at its hour, had sprung. And she could not risk the most important thing, her most important person. Not for one more day. And so, the gardener found herself back at Bly Manor one last time. The gardener said the words she’d heard those years ago; she willed it with everything she had. You, me, us. Us. “Take me with you,” she cried in her heart. “Take me. Drag me down like you did the others.” But the lady in the lake was different now – the lady in the lake was also Dani. And Dani wouldn’t. Dani would never. In fact, no one would ever be taken again, and no one has been taken to this day.

For the rest of her days, the gardener would gaze into reflections, hoping to see her face. Her own lady in the lake. She’d leave her door open at night, just a crack, should she ever come back – waiting for her lover to return.

Years would go by, and as she slept underneath the water, the au pair’s memories would fade. Like Viola before her, like the children, she, too, would forget her past. She would know nothing of the gardener, nothing of their life together. The details, the specific moments would all fade away. More time will pass, and the water will wash away the delicate features of her; of her beautiful, perfect face. But she won’t be hollow, nor empty. And she won’t pull others to her fate. She will merely walk the grounds of Bly, harmless as a dove, for all of her days, leaving the only trace of who she once was in the memory of the woman who loved her most.