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ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏʀᴋ —— the endless parade of living souls who for whatever reason find themselves so eager to call montgomery mansion home. despite the warnings, the well enough publicized murder tour, the storied history of bloodshed and death under the most mysterious of circumstances, there seems to be a draw to the house than cannot be ignored. it works out well for the more restless of the spirits who call the pace home, tate for one growing idle and bored in the stretches of emptiness between owners and the stray squatters who sometimes took up residence there. it had been roughly two years at this point, barely a blip on the radar for one who had been dead as long as himself, but sure enough, it seemed as though today would be the day the monotony broke. or at least, the stirring of life in the heart of the house would suggest as much, anyway. time to investigate, he decides, usually first on the welcoming committee where newcomers were concerned.
