#tdhu starter

[hallwayspectres]

Over the years Sydney had become more and more accustomed with letting Marley out of her sight. It didn’t make her happy- Sydney knew exactly the type of ghost that resided in the Murder House- but Marley was her own person, as stubborn as her mother and as adventurous as any of the princesses in the storybooks she had loved to read as a kid. So, yet again, Sydney found herself alone in the house library, while Marley explored the house. The books were as familiar to her as old friends, and she ran her fingers along the spines, finally stopping at an old copy of Frankenstein. “Why not?” she mused to herself quietly, taking the book and making herself comfortable in one of the many library nooks.

[hauntingiisms]

Valentine’s Day was just around the corner. In fact, to London, it had been just around the corner since New Year’s. She thought about it at least once a day, and how she couldn’t really have a romantic Valentine’s Day considering she wasn’t in a relationship. To have a really romantic Valentine’s Day... you had to have been dating for at least three months. Otherwise it was just a playful, meaningless day. She’d spent her morning mostly on dating apps, picking and choosing a lucky few who she just might choose to be hers for the night. Use and lose, like everyone did in her generation. Part of her hated the idea, but she was lonely deep down, and was craving a warm body to have and hold her.

Eyes falling to her laptop, she scrolled through the webpage of a popular lingerie shop that offered free next day delivery. Totally forgave the prices of the frilly, lacy, adventurous attire before her eyes. She stopped scrolling, interest catching a baby blue set. Or should she go with pink? Or red? Not white -- too classy, too... romantic. White lingerie was for couples. Not fuck buddies.

[daughterdeath]

@rxpperofhearts

Covered in blood. This wasn’t something that Salem was usually opposed to, but this time was different. This time it left an emptiness in her eyes, a stiffness in her step. She had ghosted to the attic, not knowing where else to turn. God knows she couldn’t go to her mother. Dropping the knife she’d used to butcher her brother, the sound of it clinking to the floor was her first clue of being present. Soon followed a hesitant, lost voice ---- “D-dad...?” 

[shadow--singer]

Shadows swirled around the ghost as he took slow, deliberate steps through the Murder House.

To an outsider looking at the man, it would appear as if the shadows were a living cloud around him–inhaling and exhaling with every step he took. To an outsider looking in, his presence was oppressive, something the ghost rather enjoyed.

Shadow had been dead for a while–longer than even he could even estimate. It didn’t help that he couldn’t remember a time when he felt his heart beat its rhythmic thump. Death had taken the memories leaving him reborn as a ghost.

It had taken a long time for the ghost to take in the world around him. Time passed as quickly as the sun rose and set. That was…unless he was haunting.

Shadow reveled in the small terrors he was able to inflict on the living around him. Pure enjoyment as he used them for his own little exercises. Stories upon stories spread about several of his hauntings, not one ever exactly the same. He wasn’t a cruel man, but death had allowed him to enjoy himself. Allowed him to break free from the mortal conscience. How exhilarating his time had been during those countless years.

It wasn’t until a kindred spirit seemed to call to him that he took stock of where and what he should be doing.

The small girl could have been mistaken for a ghost. She could have been except the blasted family that acknowledged her existence. He watched her since she was a baby–the small tether growing to an unbreakable bond as she grew older. As she started to watch him too. Throughout her young life she was his. Samantha had been the first thing he had held onto, and no matter what Shadow wasn’t going to let go.

Memories flooded the ghost as he continued his steps, aiming for nowhere in particular. The shadows around him continued to pulse, changing and growing as he stepped past the third story window where Sam had been flung from.

Stopping abruptly, Shadow nudged the air around him. She had been there recently. Used her ghost-like abilities in a pure poltergeist way. A wolfish smile spread across his features as he thought about who could’ve been at the opposing end of that little experience. Samantha had been his best pupil–his only pupil, but the best in any case–she had even surpassed his abilities. Not that he would ever let her know that.

An insignificant noise sounded behind him. Someone wanted their presence to be known, and while Shadow had an idea of how to get rid of them swiftly–he didn’t turn away from his current view as he looked at the window.

“They say house cats are the most dangerous type of cats on Earth. All of that lethal energy and they are stuck toying with mice.”

The shadows twisted little finger-like wisps around his shoulders.

“I wonder how dangerous they would consider this house if they knew the types of cats we keep in here.”

[silentghxsthxnter]

Why can I not get a reading? 

[blueeyeddxvil]

Looks like they got rid of school kids. 

Here’s to all the easy victims....

[lvndedroleplayer]

The earth felt slightly tilted as Sara continued to walk through the house. It wasn’t the first time the blonde had been high and drunk whilst walking the hallways, but she figured snooping through the basement wouldn’t be such a bad idea. What could happen? One of the “oh so scary ghosts” would show up and kill her? As if she wouldn’t welcome death. Anything would have to be better than the life she was living now. 

Twirling around, Sara tripped over herself. “Shit,” she grunted as she landed on her ass. Giggling, she laid down--rolling side to side, lost in her own little world.

[lvndedroleplayer]

@witchiisms

Browsing the refrigerator had never left Hayden feeling quite so unfulfilled as it did now. Apparently none of the sorority girls had gone shopping considering the amount of beer that was scattered throughout the fridge. What the hell was the boys fascination with Bud Light anyways? The least they could do was mix it up with Heineken or something that didn’t taste like cow piss. 

Annoyed, Hayden grabbed a case, and slammed the door shut. She was really going to have to sweet talk that stupid president of the frat and get some good alcohol back in the house. How did they survive without quality alcohol anyways? When she was in college there was no way she would be caught dead without some good bourbon or vodka close at hand. 

Of course, that was one of the reasons she was in her current predicament. An alcoholic night left her pregnant and pining for a man that never deserved to touch her body in the goddamned first place. Rolling her eyes, Hayden pushed that train of thought away. The less she thought of Ben the better. 

Ghosting up to the roof of the house, Hayden closed her eyes against the sudden brightness that came with the sun. Sometimes feeling the heat against her skin almost reminded her of what it was like to be human. Almost. Taking a can from the case, the female ghost cracked it open and took a sip. Cringing slightly, she looked down on the world around her.