#haunt.start

[wrightism]

lingering at the front door of the house that used to plague his nightmares, julian heaved a heavy sigh of exasperation, mostly at his own hesitance. he swore he would never return to this god awful place only to be swallowed up in it again because the holier-than-thou laila had plans for it that no one else in the family would dare agree to. he only planned on entering to rip up the release form in front of her undoubtedly disappointed face. so, why was he having so much trouble opening the damn door?

“come on, wright. it’s just a house.” he muttered, giving himself a small pep talk as he paced up and down the patio. “it’s just a house, doesn’t matter if your mom and dad died in it, doesn’t matter if it definitely failed a vibe check... no big deal, right?”

[glbins]

“ but ghosts? my word, what a waste of time. ” 

[theprcdigal]

She could feel the creaks and groans of the house reverberating as if the cold and abandoned joints of it were finally waking up. Hill House had always felt cold. As if it was ready to crumble, held together like broken bones in a makeshift splint. It was only fitting that their broken family returned back to the place that had hammered into their lives with such a force that none of them had truly ever recovered. Pulling her leather gloves up tights around her wrist, out of nervous habit, she hesitantly stepped over the threshold. 

                                                          Just a house. 

It was nothing but brick, mortar, and some stone — yet everything down to the wallpaper felt sinister. Her composed gaze flitting over the house gave away none of the fear coiled tightly in her chest. Part of Astrid had feared that she would see her mother step out from the shadows at the top of the grand staircase. Whether it was the warm smile of her mother she feared, or secretly coveted, it was a sight she would sooner encounter in her dreams or a photo album.

“Hello?” Cringing at the sound of her voice echoing through the empty house, she quickly stormed past the foyer, towards the kitchen. “Seriously? I swear there is supposed to be a ridiculous amount of people working on fixing this shitshow — and, now I’m talking myself. Anyone around?”

[glbins]

“ it must’ve been fun to be a criminal in the 80′s. ”