“I just got back from the cemetery.”

“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”

“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”

“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”

“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”

“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”

“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”

“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”

“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”

“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”

“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”

“I had a dream that I killed you.”

“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”

“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”

“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”

"I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”

“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”

“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”

“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”

“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”

“P-please… put the knife down.”

“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”

“No, no, no – run!”

"I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”

“The dead are all around us…”

“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

“There’s something breathing under the bed…”

"You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”

“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”

“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”

“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”

“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”

"You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”

“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”

“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”

“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”

“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”

“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”

"What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”

“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”

“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”

“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”

"You’re all bloody, what happened!?”

“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”

“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”

“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”

“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”

"Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”

“I want to be dead, too.”

“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

"Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”

“You played with a Ouija board!?”

“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”

“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”

“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”

"They just don’t believe like they used to…”

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

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the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

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but he’s trying to kill you

your life is over anyway.

you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy.

tell me we’ll never get used to it.

it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio. 

tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake.

there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.

the world is no longer mysterious. 

it’s thinking of stabbing us to death.

i like him and i want to be like him. 

someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.

history repeats itself.

i wanted to take him home.

i was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies.

there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

i’d like my money’s worth.

sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine. 

i wore his jacket for the longest time. 

i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.

tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.

who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down. 

you want a better story, who wouldn’t?

quit milling around the yard and come inside.

and no one can ever figure out what you want and you won’t tell them.

you don’t trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.

you take the things you love and tear them apart. 

i said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

these are the dreams we should be having. 

i don’t think i can take this much longer.

i carried you to the car and drove you home but you weren’t making any sense.

i went to the riverbed to wait for you to show up. you didn’t show up. i kept waiting. 

you want to die for love, you always have.

you’re going to die in your best friend’s arms. 

someone’s pulling a gun and you’re jumping in the middle of it. 

if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

there’s a bottle of whiskey in the trunk of the chevy and a dead man at our feet.

please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me?

you say ‘i’ll give you anything’ but you never come through.

you keep singing along to the song i hate. stop singing.

you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

* liminal spaces are defined as places / environments that create a feeling of unease and discomfort. *   

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an elevator with a single flickering light. 

an elevator that stops at the 13th floor. 

a dimly lit stairwell.

an empty art gallery. 

the long, empty hallway of a hotel in the middle of the night.

an empty schoolyard at night.

an empty parking garage.

an empty airport waiting space in the middle of the night. 

an abandoned building. 

lighthouses with lights that don’t work. 

a rooftop at dawn.

playgrounds during the night hours. 

cemeteries. 

highway rest stops. 

hospital waiting rooms. 

the woods.

i remain so lost and buried under everything that i need. 

all i want is you.

i could wreck it if i had to.

but i’m a wreck so what would that do? 

this is just a part i portray.

don’t make a sound in case they hear you.

it only hurts me to be near you. 

you’re beautiful, can i hide in you awhile? 

keep those tired eyes closed.

this habit is always so hard to break. 

i’ve been blaming myself and i think you know why. 

i thought you wanted me.

make me feel like someone else.

i just can’t decide what i’m running from. 

i can’t keep my filthy fucking mouth shut. 

here’s another day i’ll spend away from you. 

i miss the stupid things. 

i wonder how we used to ever go so long without it. 

i cross my heart and hope to die. 

if your heart wears thin, i will hold you up. 

tell me what good would that do? 

i can’t find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound? 

i know this isn’t enough. 

i still don’t measure up. 

sorry is never there when you need it. 

i want you to know i hold you up above everyone else. 

i do want you to know i think you’d be good to me and i’d be so good to you. 

trading in who i’ve been for shiny celebrity skin.

there’s a piece of me they’re throwing back at us. 

i take it hard, it’s hard to take. 

i never needed a reason for keeping secrets from myself. 

i’ll wreck this if i have to, tell me what good would that do? 

you were a friend of mine. 

they don’t know you like i do. 

don’t you ever tell me i’m not living you best. 

it’s very hard to drink to my continued success. 

i like to push it and push it until my luck is over. 

i’m not sick of you yet, is that as good as it gets? 

i never too you for a trip but sometimes i don’t know what you want. 

i could take it if you need to take this out on someone. 

if the point’s to never disappoint you, somebody’s got to tell me what to do. 

“where the hell are they?”

“i will see you tonight.”

“i told you this a thousand times!”

“i can’t believe you, sometimes.”

“i have been waiting here over an hour.”

“he has nothing to do with this.”

“what about the other time?”

“anybody home?”

“i changed my mind.”

“who the hell is this?”

“bitch!”

“i know i haven’t been there for you.”

“‘i just feel bad. i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.”

“you can’t do this to yourself.”

“this was not your fault.”

“i feel it in my heart.”

“you have to trust me on this, okay?”

“i can’t eat.”

“i don’t want you to go alone.”

“you’re saying that’s not weird?”

“who would do that?”

“it was not a prank.”

“you think i’m - i’m making this up?”

“oh, come on! you’re wasting your time.”

“i heard something else.”

“just tell me where you are, honey.”

“can you show him what you showed me?”

“something is going on here!”

“maybe if i get more lamps …”

“okay, i’m sorry.”

“uh, you wanna come in?”

“we’re having electrical problems.”

“she shouldn’t be here.”

“i need you to leave.”

“okay, baby, talk to me.”

“what should i do?”

“no, you don’t understand.”

“it was almost human, but it wasn’t.”

“it had these long arms and it didn’t have a face.”

“you’re talking about grief. this is different.”

“i swear to you, i know what i saw.”

“i understand, but god - i need you to believe me. please.”

“just go home, [name].”

“i know it sounds crazy. i sound crazy! you think i don’t know that?”

“i don’t care if anyone believes me!”

“i am not gonna stop looking for him until i find him and bring him home.”

“tell me where you are.”

“i need you to hide.”

“our hands were almost touching.”

“don’t look at me like that.”

“you never cared about him. you never did!”

“i can’t believe i fell for this.”

“oh brother, i have not needed you for a long time!”

“don’t you dare.”

“what the hell is going on, [name]?”

“look, we gotta go through this again.”

“you didn’t say there was a drawing.”

“was it a good drawing?”

“you may have seen him on the news.”

“that could’ve been covered up.”

“what, you’re sorry? that is not good enough, [name]!”

“that’s not even close. that’s not even in the ballpark.”

“this is not yours to fix alone.”

“you act like you’re all alone out there in the world, but you’re not.”

“you’re not alone.”

“you’re a very brave girl. you know that, don’t you?”

“thank you.”

“listen, i am gonna be there with you the whole time.”

“if it ever gets too scary … you just let me know, okay?”

“it’s okay. it’s okay.”

“i got you. don’t be afraid. i’m right here with you.”

“you tell him i’m coming.”

“just hold on a little longer.”

“you did so good.”

“it’s in the woods behind our house.”

“are you kidding me?”

“i’m going!”

“i know who you are. i know what you’ve done.”

“you left him in that place to die!”

“now you’re asking for my help?”

“go to hell.”

“what is this?”

“honey, just breathe.”

“is that my house?”

“this way.”

“he’s not breathing. he’s not breathing!”

“i love you so much. i love you more than anything in the world.”

“please, please come back to me.”

“i need you to wake up now. i need you to breathe.”

“hi, sweetheart.”

“oh, this is just so overcooked.”

“the potatoes are runny.”

“hey, no more snooping.”