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[thesilentson-blog]

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The library was riddled with new books in nearly every section, or at least ---- books that Blair had never seen or heard of before. Those that piqued his interest, however, were slightly out of reach. Even for a boy of his height. While most of the students and even ghosts would have just used a chair or retrieved the single ladder the room possessed, Blair, without a thought to it lifted into a stiff levitation. Feet about a yard off the floor, blue hues searched over the new titles, fonts, authors in his favorite section. Books about nature and animals in particular. Reaching out, he picked the one that called to him most and opened it up right there in midair with no real intention of coming down anytime soon.

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Spencer popped your cous’s green cherry, thoughts on that?

ask my muse a question and i can only respond with a gif ;;

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[daughterdeath]

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There was a time about a year or two back when Salem wanted to push Olivia down a flight of stairs. (Not that she wouldn’t now, if given the chance.) But what she’d come to understand was that Blair had taken a liking to her ---- she knew he considered her a friend when they were just itty bitty things, running around the Murder House causing chaos around every corner, but noting how that friendship seemed to stick had her wondering what the fuss was all about. She knew where Liv slept, her morning routine, she knew about the owl, and the older, dead cousin. Hell, she’d been keeping a curious eye on the living girl for a while now, long enough to be able to mimic some mannerisms that the witch seemed to be alright with. Approaching the doorway to the sorority room, the ghost budged it open a bit before shyly peeking inside.

[prettylittlepresident]

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Neena SHOT up from her bed; panicked breaths broke the room’s p e a c e. She threw the covers to the side and turned to sit off the mattress. Shaky elbows set on her knees as she dropped her head in her hands, bringing her fingers back through her hair a moment after --- and staring down as she tried to conceal her cries; 4:00 AM glowed in red from the digital clock on her end table. After a minute, she finally caught her breath.

Every night since she’d first arrived at the Murder House it’d been the same --- one nightmare after another. All contained subtle differences, but one thing stayed the same… she saw the house; her cousin, Tayen, stood in the middle of the front yard; a rush of something, a white fog, breezed past her, and suddenly, she was b l e e d i n g; slowly, Neena watched her cousin die… though Tayen’s expression stayed the same: apathetic; Neena attempted to run over and help, but upon reaching the Murder House’s barrier, some type of invisible barricade prevented her from proceeding any further; once Tayen was finally gone, her cousin’s eyes suddenly SHOT open, then Neena woke up.

She blamed the house for these nightmares --- and it didn’t help she’d yet to see her cousin anywhere; even after having been there for a week now. She was worried and honestly unable to handle the dreams anymore. They had to stop.