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psychological horror themed starters! ( WARNINGS: psychological horror, gaslighting, body horror. )

i swear you weren't breathing a second ago.

how did you know that? i never told you that.

that's - that's not your reflection.

i remember burying you. why are you here?

in the corner. don't look.

why are you whispering? they already know.

the clock hasn't moved in hours.

can you see it too?

did the floor just... breathe?

i saw it. it saw me back. i haven't been the same since.

you're shaking. is that blood?

you asked me to come, don't you remember?

you're wrong. we never left the room.

don't be afraid, it only hurts the first time.

the walls feel like they're getting closer.

why are you wearing their face?

they're listening, they're always listening.

i've had this conversation before. word for word.

it doesn't matter how small we are, they still watch.

when was the last time you blinked?

why are you afraid now that i'm giving you what you want?

you have too many teeth.

don't open the door. please.

if you keep asking, you won't like my answers.

you say you loved them. love me instead.

your shadow just moved.

i think it's under my skin.

you keep calling me that. that's not my name.

if i'm not real, why are you still talking to me?

we've been here before. hundreds of times. how did you forget?

it feels like time doesn't work anymore.

it was real. it was real. i swear it was real.

take a deep breath. what did you see?

i'm the only one being honest, you can't trust anyone else.

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@batswiings said: ❝ Something's brewing. Literally. ❞

❝ That would be Grandmama's dinner. ❞ Wednesday stifled a yawn, playing absentmindedly with her food. Mrs. Munster seemed to be Morticia's friend and had arrived at their mansion in order to stay for a few days.

Not that she was the only one in the room suffering from tiredness: Pugsley was straight up sleeping with his head tucked under his arm, something that the girl found amusing. She pushed down the temptation to torture him with her fork.

OH — AS IF WEDNESDAY WAS SO UNFAMILIAR with Lily and that of the Munster family association to that of the Addams', she played along. Knowing how much it displeased Wednesday to not gain some sort of torturous affirmation and it seemed poor Pugsley was already far too gone to enjoy such extravagant displeasures for himself.

It was now up to Lily to uphold that tradition and she was more than pleased to do so. A quick look of disdain, with brows furrowed in what could only be assumed as confusion; internally questioning and distrusting, uncomfortable with the way Wednesday stated those words. Deep down though, she was elated.

❝ They aren't either of those dishes, Mrs. Munster. ❞ The girl quickly reassured the woman, confidence radiating off her knowing that her words were truthful. Grandmama had wanted to deviate slightly from what was usual.

Nevertheless, she appreciated the easiness and trust between them that had been built over time. Eddie was fun to play with, especially the beheading training he went through with Pugsley.

bella looks down at her phone to see a notification from jake that he won't actually be showing up to lunch. about five minutes before he was supposed to be here. but he assures her that his friend is still going to show up, so just eat without him and he'd meet them later at the movie.

sometimes she wonders if jake thinks she's a different person. sure, since moving to seattle she's become a little better at the whole social situations. but she's not exactly a social butterfly. more like a moth bouncing around on a wall and hoping for the best.

but she's already ordered the pizza, and wednesday is supposed to be here soon, so she sits down at a table and watches the door until someone matching the description jake gave her walks in.

❝ hey , ❞ bella waves towards the girl she's pretty sure is wednesday , ❝ i hope pepperoni is okay? if not i can order us something else. my dad wouldn't be unhappy in the slightest if i dropped a pizza off at home.❞

Wednesday was still confused on how she ended up befriending a werewolf she had meet that same week; the sheltered girl felt genuinely baffled at how easily she encountered supernatural creatures on the state of Washington. It was a geographical magnet perhaps?

That same werewolf had suggested one of his contacts, a girl named Isabella Swan. The name sounded inconspicuous enough, zero reason to skip the outing. So, off she went to make another potential friend.

The doorbell chiming alerted the staff of the new customer, which curiously reminded Gomez's daughter of their butler Lurch's rope to call him. Some things reminded you of home, no matter how far you traveled.

❝ Hi! I'm Wednesday, nice to meet you. ❞ The female presented herself to the still stranger, extending a pale but slim hand for the other person to shake. Morticia and Grandmama had drilled into the Addams siblings good manners, and she couldn't shake off being always polite to strangers and friends alike.

❝ Pepperoni? What is that? ❞ The macabre - loving person asked in puzzlement, eyeing with suspicion the pizza that was placed on the table. Pizza with pepperoni was not something they usually ate in her household.

@divinetenebris said: ❝ That's a lot of blood. ❞

Wednesday's expression didn't waver from being not impressed by Stza's remark, as it was rather a foolish observation. Roses were red, the sky was blue: an Addams covered in blood was the norm.

❝ That's what happens if you are digging up the grave of a freshly buried dead person, in search of murder clues. ❞ She replied effortlessly, dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. The girl loved an old grave being torn apart every once in a while.

"far be it from me to judge you on the amount of blood on you, my bad for the tone," it's somewhere between an actual apology (because stza was a doormat) and something playful that lands for his tone.

❝ Yes, I did find what I was looking for. Don't worry, the blood splattered on my clothes isn't messed up for me; I have grown accustomed to it. ❞ Wednesday tried to lessen the importance of her clothes ruined beyond repair, as she could always go on a vintage shopping spree with Morticia.

Now with the newspaper hints safely stored away in the duffel bag she had brought along with her, the importance of fresh blood was sinking in. With a fearful expression, the younger Addams glanced up at the vampire in horror.

@divinetenebris said: ❝ The veil's thin tonight. ❞

Wednesday turned her head sharply to look at Thorn, feeling quite surprised to discover that Thorn McKnight possessed knowledge about supernatural phenomenons. But she guessed she would have been expecting it: The Hex Girls was a music band well known for the youngest Addams, and probably the one that enthused her the most.

How they had ended up hanging off together on a dingy bar after meeting backstage in one of the group's concerts . . . She wasn't sure. But for the girl who wore her hair braided it felt like a fulfilled dream; she vowed to not do something typical of her that would scare the other female off.

her eyebrow raised a bit higher at the other's words. it was not surprising that those who liked the hex girls were akin to or felt some sort of connection with the 'occult.' still, it was always pleasant when they did.

The young woman's body relaxed, now that there wasn't any possibility of tension going haywire between them. Thorn seemed to take on stride Wednesday's question, as if it was a daily ocurrence.

❝ I feel them when I'm doing anything spiritual, to be honest. ❞ The malicious girl hesitated on answering truthfully, feeling strangely vulnerable of spilling by mistake any private information: for example, the Addams family's annual séances. Or the ones she performed secretly.

Even in that moment, there was a faint supernatural pull that Wednesday was experiencing. She tried to ignore it to later tackle the subject, but it could be a difficult task.

@divinetenebris said: the empty grave in a forest.

The sound of scrunching leaves was what sparked Wednesday's attention. The full moon shone brightly against the dark sky, and the forest was utterly silent; you could hear a pin drop without the sound of birds or other animals distracting you.

❝ If there is anyone here lurking on me, show yourself. ❞ The teenager exclaimed loudly, hating to draw attention to herself and where she was.

If any student of Nevermore had decided to play the good cop angle, she would want to get rid of them — and maybe threaten them to keep quiet over the whole sneaking - out - in - the - middle - of - the - night matter.

was she lurking? not at all, but leave it to wednesday to assume she was. was this the paranoia of the entire family or just her? was it founded in something real or had her time at nevermore become something heavier? all flashes of curiosity as adella walked forward.

❝ It seems like you are not familiar with formal manners, Adella. Didn't your parents pay private schools for you to attend? ❞ Wednesday ignored the jabs directed at her to throw too some of her own. Even though it sounded like some harmless teasing, she had paid attention to the hostility hiding underneath the siren's voice.

All traces of expression disappeared from the Addams girl's face, like a window sharply closed. She felt herself bristle at the inconspicuous inquiry, loathing people's newfound curiosity on her nocturnal activities.