livin' in your summer sky

( Status: Open! )

Henry is just about to take the first sip of the iced coffee he bought himself a few moments prior, but then pauses upon hearing Elena's comment. Without thinking much of it, Henry lets out a small laugh and places his glass back on the table. He casually wipes the thin layer of condensation moisture from his hand onto his jeans. "Something tells me this isn't the first time anyone had that sort of dream about me. What did I do this time?"

H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

“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?”

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

“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!”

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

“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…”

“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?”

When Kit texts him to let him know that she's arrived in the hotel and is ready to go get some food, he goes to look for her room to pick her up right away. He's glad that she had agreed to come join him on his last few days in Greece, not because he's lonely or anything but because he's afraid that she might be. He knows that she hasn't been feeling super happy these days, and even though she can be a handful, he does treasure their friendship and wants to help making her feel better.

And what's better for your mood than a couple of warm, sunny days on Santorini, right at the beach and all paid for by his dear friend Calista? (Which he has yet to thank by returning the favor somehow, even though he's not that rich by far.) At least he's hoping that it'll help Kit's mood, along with his company, and that she gets to enjoy her trip to Europe.

‘You’re absolutely right about that.’ Yueon agreed, a cheeky grin spreading across his cheeks as he held the other at gunpoint. Of course, not an actual gun, but a laser tag gun. For the last few minutes he had been sneaking around, following the older male through the area waiting for the perfect moment to catch him off guard. There had been a lot at stake after all, specifically their next meal and who was going to be paying for that. It sure as hell wasn’t going to be Yueon. ‘Hands up or you’re dead meat.’