#acceptthemystery

[kingcaide-blog]

The office is spotless in a real eerie sort “all pieces of dust are incinerated on a daily basis” type way. Danny sits beside the desk in the center, scrolling through his phone for something that is more interesting than working a regular nine to five. When the doors slide opens, he places his phone down and offers up a smile. It looks harmless, but there is a strong undertone of “you’re fucking with my schedule” mixed in. “Did you come with a complaint? If so, feel free to slide into the box right over there.” 

He gives it a couple of seconds to sink in because not everyone thinks as fast as he does. “Now, if you’re not here to complain, how can I help you?”

[dylansnotdead-blog]

I wish I could drink. God this ghost was whiny, but Dylan was a few drinks in and the piercing voice was starting to get more blurry, softer. What was an under-aged ghost doing in a bar anyway? She doubted a teenager would be able to get sneak in with Elswood’s security, but hey, maybe that’s why they were dead. The ghosts have said things before, about what happened to them, how they were killed, but she ignores them so often she wonders if they’re just exaggerating to get a rise out of her. “How did you end up here?” she asks, only slightly desperate enough for conversation that she’s willing to talk to a ghost. Said ghost, however has become blurry enough to fade away, their eyes wide when Dylan finally addresses them directly, only to disappear completely now that her power has been sufficiently muted. The only problem with that is the person a couple seats down is visible now that the ghost isn’t. Well shit. “You know, like kidnapped or whatever.”

[baeilas-blog]

“You’d think that if you created a horse, they would come see you every once in a while.” She could hear it overhead and looked up from her book just in time to see the legendary Pegasus that hovered over Elswood shoot through the sky. Laila bit into a carrot and squinted up as it zoomed off into the distance. “I bought that thing to life and I’ve seen it twice in the last five years? Not a hey mom how are you or even like some free flights to the salon. It just floats around and grabs some food like I don’t even exist. How disrespectful is that?”

[angeliezhou-blog]

Angelie does not have a cat.

She has two turtles and some koi fish, all living in pretty ponds in her backyard with shiny rocks and lots of plants, but she does not have a cat. Her brother doesn’t have one either, so the cat that has been following her for the past twenty minutes must be lost. Or something. (As it turns out, she can’t talk to animals. Not even aquatic ones.)

So when she passes by someone, she spins on her heel and calls out, “Hey, uh, is this your cat? Or do you have any idea who it belongs to?” Elswood’s...kind of small. If there’s anything she’s learned from living here for almost her entire life, it’s that people know people.

[gioscastillo-blog]

Gio wasn’t one to lose her temper easily. She understood that people had bad days, that people made mistakes, said things they didn’t mean, and she could handle that. Calm herself down, rationalize, and move on. But this car was in her parking spot in front of her store for the fourth time this week, even after she left a polite note on the windshield yesterday with a smiley face. Sinking back into her seat she tried to calm herself down when she saw the owner of said car was still in it. Before she recognized the seatbelt sliding off or her hand on the door, she was out and walking towards the stupid spot stealing car. She considered rapping gently on the window to have a talk with them when she saw her note crumpled up on the dashboard. Before they had a chance to get out, Gio lifted the car up and walked it across the street to a parking spot in front of the park. Even though it would have been satisfying to let it drop, she carefully lowered the car back down and made sure the owner saw how disappointed she was. “Stop stealing my parking spot, it’s very rude.”

[hawkechang-blog]

Hawke is out of bed again.

He swears that he was resting his eyes, a quick catnap–or maybe it was a good night’s sleep–and then he finds himself in the middle of the road, walking in a direction he doesn’t know he was going it. The therapist said that the fugues were normal, that a person with his affliction was going to experience this from time to time, along with the several other symptoms he was showing. But to him, this is just plain old freaky, like everything else Elswood had to offer.

“Hello?” he calls out, his echolocation not picking up much, other than a few storefronts and asphalt, “I–where am I? Anyone?”

[ashakila53]

The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious.✨⁣

[lunitamedia-blog]

“I don’t work with the reptiles, but um...I know the person that does, and that Critter Keeper might be dangerously small for a snake”