I think it would be funny if one of the Reds and Blues died Church-style but instead of it being dramatic and sad they come back as a ghost. Not an AI who thinks they're a ghost, just a 100% real genuine ghost.
Ive been struggling with hauntings lately. Usually I dont call my house haunted-- I am used to spirits coming and going, feeling presences, ghosts sitting on the end of my bed or appearing in doorways. As a witch I have my spiritual "wards" set up like a spiderweb around my house-- a vibration of sorts comes ringing across the whole web when something bad gets stuck and denied entry. Its a nice way of ensuring that while my house isnt ghost free (lets be real, I dont think any of us can stop that really), the worst of the worst stay out. Lately tho any activity in the house has felt malicious, the kind of paranormal that is scary and truly uninvited. Bout a month ago I began having the feeling of being watched whenever I was in the house. I was familiar with this kind of ghostly activity, as my childhood home had a few nasty spirits who would stare at you in certain parts of the house. Keep in mind our current appartment is the attic of someones house and is very small-- a living room, kitchen/front entrance, small bathroom and a bedroom. This watched feeling followed me everywhere, but intensified in the small hallway where the little rooms meet. This watched feeling gets worse whenever Im home alone. The feeling is intense, goosebump and hair raising kind of staring going on. It is not the kind of watched that makes you feel cared for, but on edge, as if you were being followed through an alley or watched on the bus by someone creepy. Theres also the chasing feeling. Whenever I pass through this hallway I feel someone chasing or following close behind me. It feels like someone is grabbing at my ankles from the floor, though at times I also feel someone abruptly breathing down my neck.
Theres shadow figures behind doors now, or watching me through mirrors and around corners. There is however two entities which are causing me the most distress...
Ill start with the one that's chasing me. Ive seen her physically twice, but now knowing what she looks like, whenever I have that feeling of being chased/followed I know its her. Both times I saw her it was in the middle of the night when I got up to use the bathroom or feed my cat. Each time, when I felt the "chased/watched" feeling and turned around to make sure no one was there I saw her crouched on the floor about 3 meters away. She starts crouching but quickly swoops even further down until her long hair and pale face are touching the floor. She crawls along the floor towards me, long fingers outstretched to grab my ankles. Its at this point that I can see her face and know it is a wicked thing with inhuman teeth, deep sockets, and an insidious grin. Both times I saw her I ran into the room and shut the door behind me, quickly climbing into bed next to my spouse and tucking in my feet REAL tight under the blankets. So far she has never followed me out of that hallway, or entered the bedroom, but I am terrified one day she will.
The second spirit I first saw in a dream. This happens often to me, I find spirits tend to show themselves to me in my dreams bc my wards are weakest there. When spirits do appear in dreams through my wards they are often the bad ones-- but a swift banishment or command to leave expells them from my dreamspace and home. The night this spirit appeared I awoke in the dream around daybreak to see something floating next to my side of the bed. If I had to pick one thing he looked like more than anything, it would be a Gargoyle. He is a tall spirit, about seven feet, though this could be attributed to how he hovers quite a few inches above the floor. He has a slightly hunched posture and two arms he holds in close to his body, the limbs too long for him to hold them comfortably without his knuckles dragging on the floor. His two wrists are always limp and hands wrap around an object. He has two long elvish ears jutting out horizontally from his face, and while he is humanoid he is strictly non-human, much like the first entity in the hallway. During the dream where I first saw him, I watched him hover in place and stare over a bulbous nose with a small uncomfortable smile on his face. Interestingly enough he never stares at me, but from his height of 7ft he stares straight ahead towards the large window and bookshelf on the opposite side of our bed. I woke up shortly after and he was gone, but now on occasion he appears in the same way in the bedroom, always right next to me on the bed and staring. Unfortunately his appearances are no longer just limited to daybreak and he has started appearing at night as well. I dislike him very much. Last night he appeared in my dream again, holding a long pair of sharp sewing scissors that gleamed in the dim light coming from the window. I watched as he held the scissors with a growing sense of foreboding and fell back "asleep" in the dream. When I "awoke" next the scissors were placed dangerously over my heart along with some pocket lint, dust and dead moths. The spirit was gone but I wailed for hours in my dream in my distress, until i woke up for real this morning.
In that dream one of the altars to my deities had been smashed as well (Aphrodite's). im curious as to why it was just hers, as all my gods altars are on the top of the same dresser, and hers is in the middle so it shouldnt have been the only one to be knocked off. Thats dream logic for you I guess.
It anyone is interested in hearing other ghost stories hmu, I got plenty. Thanks for anyone who read, its been affirming to write this out.
I hope they go away soon. I need to redo my house blessings it seems.
“after i got out of the house, i knew i had to go back for wes. he had been there for many years in my life and i couldn’t leave him behind. if only he had listened to me the first time, we wouldn’t be stuck here now. being dead knowing that he’s in the same house is better than being alive without him. even if we don’t get along all the time.”
LEARN MORE ABOUT THEO HARPER’S STORY BELOW.
full name: theodore ‘theo’ james harper
age of death: twenty four
date of death: july 17, 2018
cause of death: neck snapped
face claim: dacre montgomery
tells on the ouija board: does not use the board but often times throws it across the room.
appearance: curly dirty blonde hair on the short side, scruffy facial hair, blue jeans with a grey t-shirt under a leather jacket and dark boots.
quick facts: best friend boyfriend to wesley lloyd. forced housekeeper of the manor. used to be heavily into marijuana and other recreational drugs. likes to be left alone more often than not. knows how to get rid of the shadow.
theo harper was never one to enjoy following the rules or giving a shit about anything. that was one thing his father hated about him. he had no ambition. if only he went to college and got a real job, maybe he would have his dad’s approval.
nah maybe not. theo didn’t care about any of that. his mother was the only person in his life until he met wesley lloyd. the two became quick friends which eventually turned into more.
theo came to the manor looking for his best friend after not finding him after the night of toni’s party. he was ( very ) distraught considering he just moved in with wes and relationship tings:tm:
he never really liked other people, spent the majority of his time with wes and a couple of other friends but after a shaky childhood he found a home in and with wesley, he didn’t support wes’ obsession with the manor and tried to keep him on the right track but lost him to the manor.
theo had his fair share of experiences with the shadow during his stay with wes, the scar on his stomach will tell you everything.
when he came back, he was met by toni again and theo was immediate in his accusations. ... forced him to work for the manor and that way, he’d be able to be with his best friend.
... his neck was snapped and he was dead immediately.
he now lives in the manor with the other ghosts, but avoids just about everyone. he doesn’t use the ouija board often because he genuinely believes that there is no saving any of them, and this is where he ended up because it’s what he deserves.
he can still be seen cleaning the manor from time to time, it being the only thing he can physically do still with shadow’s permission.
“I came to the manor expecting to get some kind of answer to some weird dreams I had the week after my grandfather died. Felt like something was pulling me back to the manor, and despite Theo telling me not to- I had to go. I should have listened to him, really, but we’re both stuck here now. And it’s my fault.”
LEARN MORE ABOUT WESLEY LLOYD’S STORY BELOW.
full name: wesley lloyd
age of death: twenty-seven
date of death: june 17th, 2018
cause of death: falling off the cliff beside the manor.
face claim: aaron taylor johnson
tells on the ouija board: the planchette moves quickly across the board.
appearance: blue oversized hoodie, pair well fitted but not skinny jeans, curly dark brown hair.
quick facts: has a broken phone, constantly over talking / sharing, died with a pack of cigarettes in his pocket but no lighter so he can never ghost smoke, had a small music career on youtube front porch step voice claim. police report filed saying he was a missing person / wanted criminal for destroying the manor. grandfather was gerald montgomery lloyd.
Wesley is possibly one of the more dimwitted ghosts you will ever meet. He knows nothing, really, about the manor other than the fact it took his grandfather’s life. The night he came to the manor he was met by Toni. While Wesley didn’t realize this, Toni had clocked him earlier that day chatting with some of the construction crew, and he was intrigued. They spent the night talking about the manor, and the renovations process. Wesley even said he would help considering his grandfather taught him everything he knew.
But he wasn’t alone that night. His best friend, Theo, came to the manor as well. Theo tried and tried to reason with Wes, telling him not to go to the manor to just grieve his grandfather but he couldn’t break Wesley’s train of thought. So if he couldn’t beat him, he was going to join him. And as the time grew closer to midnight, Theo wanted to head out - go home and just try again tomorrow. Toni, though, insisted the boys stayed to celebrate because his birthday was soon and his plans fell through.
Theo left, and Wesley remained. Wanting to talk to Toni, hoping maybe he’d figure out something, anything about this fucked up place and the dreams he was having. But the more they drank, and the longer they talked, the deeper they got. Wesley opened up to Toni in a drunken whirlwind about how his grandfather was the only parental figure he had, and the two bonded over the loss of a guardian because Toni understood as well. They talked until the sun rose, the two sat in the kitchen watching as the light hit the house just right. Filling it with warm hues. But staying up so late, and drinking so much, made Wesley a tired boy.
So in one of the guest rooms he slept. And slept. And slept until his phone started to go off at 5 PM. Theo was calling, trying to figure out where he was. And while he sleepily told his friend he was fine and still at the manor, he realized he was completely alone. He could finally look around. While looking through plans for the manor laid out on the kitchen island, the basement door flew open. And of course, he had to go down.
Heading into the basement he found a couple of things, a weird bedroom with children’s toys along with all of the furniture that seemingly used to reside in the home now collecting dust. Poking through the odds and ends he found himself walking down an aisle of old paintings and photographs of the Crenshaws, and mixed in with everything was a tape recorder and a box of tapes.
Playing the recordings, he thought the tapes were destroyed. So old and full of dust they couldn’t even play the recording -- once again, not the brightest crayon in the box -- because these tapes held the ritual that the Crenshaws preformed, summoning the shadow and holding it’s true name and identity. But as he started to play the second tape, he heard Toni calling his name. Shoving the tapes in his pockets he raced upstairs and pretended to be getting something out of the fridge, truly milking the “hangover” he was experiencing from the night before.
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The next time he opens his eyes, he’s met with Imogen kneeling beside him with a faint, welcoming smile. It’s then she explains his death in a way that weirdly calms him. What happened next, though, caused his entire ghostly world to spiral. His grandfather’s ghost was still in the manor, just as he thought, and he looked just as disappointed as his dreams.
Apparently, he was warning him to stay away from the manor, not come to it, who would have thought? pipe down theo. But after a lengthy fight, the shadow released his grandfather’s spirit for wesley’s. At least, that’s how it appeared to Wes. But he never made a promise he wouldn’t irritate the hell out of the shadow any chance he got. Often complaining about how his body has not been laid to rest. But a big reason he tries to taunt the demon, and continues to get thrown through his loop while others only experience theirs once a month is because he’s trying to keep it distracted from the guests of the manor, and his friends.
