#noxiouslangdon

[bitchxwitch-blog]

noxiouslangdon said: ThANK YOU goddamn

Like seriously. I'm watching South Park now cause they fucked up and I'm gonna have to watches Bates Motel tomorrow cause?

[thelittledevilhimself]

Noxiouslangdon

The Los Angeles Murder House, Michael had passed it hundreds of times walking to and from school. He always looked at it with excitement, wanting more than anything to go inside and explore it. Of course the house was off limits, more so by his mother than the police. She had always told him that house was a place she never wanted to find out he was.But Michael was always a bit of a rebel.

It was one particularly bad day at school, the boy had a lot of those. He was often frustrated by the ill behavior of his classmates, especially those who looked at him as if he were some kind of disease. He decided on his way home from school that he couldn't go home and face his mother quite yet, so he climbed over the gate to the murder house and let himself inside. 

Looking around the dark rooms of the house Michael smirked. "Cool." He muttered walking down to the basement. This area was creepy, even he would admit that as he sat himself on the creaky stairs and lit a cigarette. He was half way through it when he swore he felt eyes on him. Fuck. "Hello?" He called into what felt like the empty basement.

[zoe-bensonn]

{+noxiouslangdon} Bring Me to Life

"And to your right you'll see Lose Angeles' own 'Murder House.' unfortunately we can't let you in, but you will be allowed to get out at this time to take photos, watch your step when exiting the vehicle." Zoe heard the smiling guide say and listened as the other occupants of the car exited. Zoe smirked and exited too and snuck onto the property and into the house. She looked around the house and made her way up the stairs and peered into a room.

She could hear footsteps through the house, some other tourist had snuck in too apparently.

"Hello is anyone there?" Zoe called out.

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

Daddy's Home || Tate & Larry

A dark, singular glee plays on his grin. He is back in the belly of the house, breathing in the dusty air that pervades the basement, and that alone chases away the persistent weight on his shoulders. It's become a sort of morbidly therapeutic habit for him, a cathartic event to help cope with the loneliness he finds himself stuck in. 

But as Larry wanders further into the dark, he feels--suffocated by the presence of an unseen other. Specifically, by the hatred that is directed towards him. He is alone, but not really, not in this house. His mismatched gaze follows the contour of shrouded outlines to no avail. Elevated heart rate, the hairs on the back of his neck rise, and he knows

he is not alone. 

[lithespecteratt]

So sorry for not replying guys~~ tomorrow i will be lazy as shit and lay in bed and get replies done *kisses*

[bloodiedviolet]

Christmas||noxiouslangdon

         "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose. And if you ever saw it-------"

The flower's hand crashed upon the alarm clock radio, making the song abruptly end, along with the plastic lid breaking in response. It was Christmas, of course. How could she forget? The horrible chimes, bells, decorations. Everything was much too bright for this spirit.

            But, for reasons untold, she made a quick decision to be in a better mood. "For fuck's sake... I broke Rudolph."

Dainty fingers trailed the staircase railing as she made her way to the kitchen for breakfast. Before she made it to the fridge, she noticed sparkling in the corner of her vision. To her amazement, the Christmas tree had been perfectly placed in the middle of the dining room. Lights, ornaments, tinsel- the whole package. With a sigh, she walked closer to it.

               "Moira did a pretty damn good job this year."

A noise interrupted her speech to herself. Footsteps moved faster towards the basement door.

                                                                              "Who is it?"