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G laid on the ground of their new room, watching the shadows slowly crawl along the walls and branch out onto the floor. Their sides still ache from the recent incident, their legs hurt from dodging, their back hurts from falling. Everything hurts. Hands listlessly drew random shapes onto the floor. What is this place?

Creak.

A floorboard. G has discovered that the house is noisy with all its creaks, groans, and occasional sighs that were probably from the ghosts. 

Then they saw the foot. That's not the ghosts. What ghost wears red converse? 

Well, they have a past ghost that wore them, but it was not him in their room. They tried to blink, but their eyelids seem glued shut. Sleep paralysis? 

The foot still did not move. G could not move. They could feel the cold from the floor seeped through their t-shirt, their heart in their chest, their thoughts whirling at the sight of the red converse, yet they still could not move. 

Then the creaking began again. The shadows seemed to move faster, darting across the wall rapidly before-

their eyes opened. The cold floor pressed hard against their back as they tested out their fingers. Which wiggled. 

With a groan, they sat up. Looking around, they noted with satisfaction the absence of red converse and the hidden person that they belonged to. What if it was just the shoes? G chuckled at that thought, pushing themself off the floor. That wouldn't surprising after everything.

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It may be G's conscience spinning tales, but Ramshackle seemed to wake up around them as they settled into their new, strange life at Night Raven. 

At exactly 6:30 pm every night, candles in the hallway automatically light up with nobody around (they stayed up three nights in a row to see if it was the ghosts' doing, but no dice). The same candles would blow out exactly 12 hours later at 6:30 am, when G began their daily routine. 

Cupboards and doors opened and closed on their own, echoing throughout the manor. Floorboards creaked as if someone was stepping on them, but no one was there. If G held their breath and listened closely, the walls seem to hum and the floorboards thrummed under their feet. The house felt alive. 

Does overblot exposure cause hallucinations? They wondered, sprawled on the back steps of Ramshackle. Grim was in the kitchen behind them, eating his second helping of the dinner they had prepared. The wind chimes clinked melodically in the cool evening breeze as they stab another olive with the fork. 

"Human! I wanna another helping!" Grim yelled. 

"What's the magic word?"

"...Please!"

They set their bowl down carefully on the steps before going to attend to the dire beast's bottomless appetite. Quickly giving him another helping, they patted his head and went back outside. 

Something was wrong. 

The wind chimes were eerily still, hanging there motionless. The evening birds had fallen silent, leaving behind a still silence. G couldn't hear Grim in the kitchen and when they tried to turn back around, they found that their body was locked in place, staring out into the open fields and forest. 

The hell? They tried to wiggle their fingers but to no avail. They were stuck. 

That's when the figure appeared. 

G could see it standing in the fields, a blue hoodie pulled over their face. But they didn't need a face to confirm who it was. 

What are you doing here? They wanted to shout at it. But their mouth could not move. But the figure still raised its head, as if they heard it, now staring at G. They stared back. It was not like they could do anything else. 

Even though the figure had raised it's head, G still could not fully make out the face underneath the hoodie. It was as if a filter had been placed over the space where the face was suppose to go, making it too blurry for G to fully comprehend. 

But they would know him anywhere. Problem was, he was not suppose to be here.

Go away. Just leave me alone. 

Once again, the figure seemed to hear what they wanted to say. 

It disappeared. 

Sound burst back into being. The wind chimes and evening birds continued singing as if they had never stopped to begin with. The breeze teased with G's hair as feeling came back into their limbs. Sitting back down on the steps, they stared at the spot the figure had stood mere moments before, dazed and confused. "Why are you here?" they whispered. 

Only the evening birds chirped back in reply.

For a while after the encounter, G was constantly on edge, subconsciously searching for the figure out of the corner of their eye. But it did not reappear and they slowly relaxed back into routine until winter break rolled around. 

After the fiasco at Scarabia, G stuck around Ramshackle with Ace and Deuce as company. The two fellow freshmen often trekked around outside as G watched from the window, entertained by the abrupt snowball fights that would break out. But they always came in by nightfall, sleeping in one of the cleaned out guest rooms G had been slowly working through. 

They could hear the two snoring as they exited the bathroom one night, scrubbing at their newly-shortened and dyed hair. Hair modification in the middle of the night was a talent of theirs, and now that they had the funds to get new dye, it was just what they needed after everything that had happened. 

"...Gi-" 

They whirled around before fully comprehending what they had heard. All they knew was that voice was familiar-

Nothing was there. Nobody was there. The candles flickered dimly, illuminating a limited space around them and casting the rest of the hallway into deep shadows. G sighed, before turning back to head to their own room. I need to get some sle-

Red converse. 

There were red converse peeking into a circle of candle light up ahead. Those red converse were attached to a pair of ripped jeans blending into the dark. 

G froze expectedly, now ready for the familiar feeling of freezing up, of their body to not be their own. But it never happened. Instead, they found themself taking a step back. 

The red converse took a step forward. 

Stepping back again, they made sure to stay within the nearest candle's circle of light as the figure stepped into focus. 

"...hi."

G just stared. Same red converse. Same blue hoodie. Same ripped jeans. "What the fuck." 

He stared at them, cocking his head to the side. "Hi, Gigi."

"Don't call me that." The response was automatic, curated from months of resentment and loneliness; from thoughts of what they would say should they ever see him face to face again. 

"Why not?" He stepped closer. G stepped back. He stopped, seemingly hesitant for the first time. 

"You don't get to call me that. You made that very clear." They didn't want to talk to him. But it's not him. They reminded themself. You left him behind. Taking another look at him, they noted all the similarities. Or did I? "How are you here?" 

He did not answer that, opting to sway side to side. Anger boiled up in them, fuelling their march towards him. Stopping a few short paces away, they stared at him, attempting to make eye contact.

He avoided their gaze, looking to the side, showing a hint of skin as his hoodie shifted. Even his beauty mark is there. G clicked their tongue in annoyance. "Why are you here?" 

Still no answer. He shifted backward. G went to follow but found their feet conveniently stuck to the floor. 

Creak. "Gigi?"

They turned around to see Ace standing there, the light of his cellphone illuminating the dark shadows. "What are you doing?" 

He does see him right? G turned back to where he had been standing mere moments before. 

A dark hallway was the only thing that greeted them. They breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to Ace, who was looking at them with a confused expression in his eyes. 

"Hey...Gigi, you okay?" 

G nodded. "Everything is fine, Ace. I was just getting back to my room." 

"Oookayyy," the ginger-haired boy seemed to hesitate,"hey, Gigi?" 

"Yeah?"

"I...am I crazy, or was someone talking out here?" 

So people can hear him. "It was just me, man. I'm sorry if I woke you." 

"It's fine...good night, Gigi." 

"Good night Ace." 

The shadows on the wall danced as the hallway's candles flickered. 

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G laid on the ground of their new room, watching the shadows slowly crawl along the walls and branch out onto the floor. Their sides still ache from the recent incident, their legs hurt from dodging, their back hurts from falling. Everything hurts. Hands listlessly drew random shapes onto the floor. What is this place?

Creak.

A floorboard. G has discovered that the house is noisy with all its creaks, groans, and occasional sighs that were probably from the ghosts. 

Then they saw the foot. That's not the ghosts. What ghost wears red converse? 

Well, they have a past ghost that wore them, but it was not him in their room. They tried to blink, but their eyelids seem glued shut. Sleep paralysis? 

The foot still did not move. G could not move. They could feel the cold from the floor seeped through their t-shirt, their heart in their chest, their thoughts whirling at the sight of the red converse, yet they still could not move. 

Then the creaking began again. The shadows seemed to move faster, darting across the wall rapidly before-

their eyes opened. The cold floor pressed hard against their back as they tested out their fingers. Which wiggled. 

With a groan, they sat up. Looking around, they noted with satisfaction the absence of red converse and the hidden person that they belonged to. What if it was just the shoes? G chuckled at that thought, pushing themself off the floor. That wouldn't surprising after everything.

-

It may be G's conscience spinning tales, but Ramshackle seemed to wake up around them as they settled into their new, strange life at Night Raven. 

At exactly 6:30 pm every night, candles in the hallway automatically light up with nobody around (they stayed up three nights in a row to see if it was the ghosts' doing, but no dice). The same candles would blow out exactly 12 hours later at 6:30 am, when G began their daily routine. 

Cupboards and doors opened and closed on their own, echoing throughout the manor. Floorboards creaked as if someone was stepping on them, but no one was there. If G held their breath and listened closely, the walls seem to hum and the floorboards thrummed under their feet. The house felt alive. 

Does overblot exposure cause hallucinations? They wondered, sprawled on the back steps of Ramshackle. Grim was in the kitchen behind them, eating his second helping of the dinner they had prepared. The wind chimes clinked melodically in the cool evening breeze as they stab another olive with the fork. 

"Human! I wanna another helping!" Grim yelled. 

"What's the magic word?"

"...Please!"

They set their bowl down carefully on the steps before going to attend to the dire beast's bottomless appetite. Quickly giving him another helping, they patted his head and went back outside. 

Something was wrong. 

The wind chimes were eerily still, hanging there motionless. The evening birds had fallen silent, leaving behind a still silence. G couldn't hear Grim in the kitchen and when they tried to turn back around, they found that their body was locked in place, staring out into the open fields and forest. 

The hell? They tried to wiggle their fingers but to no avail. They were stuck. 

That's when the figure appeared. 

G could see it standing in the fields, a blue hoodie pulled over their face. But they didn't need a face to confirm who it was. 

What are you doing here? They wanted to shout at it. But their mouth could not move. But the figure still raised its head, as if they heard it, now staring at G. They stared back. It was not like they could do anything else. 

Even though the figure had raised it's head, G still could not fully make out the face underneath the hoodie. It was as if a filter had been placed over the space where the face was suppose to go, making it too blurry for G to fully comprehend. 

But they would know him anywhere. Problem was, he was not suppose to be here.

Go away. Just leave me alone. 

Once again, the figure seemed to hear what they wanted to say. 

It disappeared. 

Sound burst back into being. The wind chimes and evening birds continued singing as if they had never stopped to begin with. The breeze teased with G's hair as feeling came back into their limbs. Sitting back down on the steps, they stared at the spot the figure had stood mere moments before, dazed and confused. "Why are you here?" they whispered. 

Only the evening birds chirped back in reply.

For a while after the encounter, G was constantly on edge, subconsciously searching for the figure out of the corner of their eye. But it did not reappear and they slowly relaxed back into routine until winter break rolled around. 

After the fiasco at Scarabia, G stuck around Ramshackle with Ace and Deuce as company. The two fellow freshmen often trekked around outside as G watched from the window, entertained by the abrupt snowball fights that would break out. But they always came in by nightfall, sleeping in one of the cleaned out guest rooms G had been slowly working through. 

They could hear the two snoring as they exited the bathroom one night, scrubbing at their newly-shortened and dyed hair. Hair modification in the middle of the night was a talent of theirs, and now that they had the funds to get new dye, it was just what they needed after everything that had happened. 

"...Gi-" 

They whirled around before fully comprehending what they had heard. All they knew was that voice was familiar-

Nothing was there. Nobody was there. The candles flickered dimly, illuminating a limited space around them and casting the rest of the hallway into deep shadows. G sighed, before turning back to head to their own room. I need to get some sle-

Red converse. 

There were red converse peeking into a circle of candle light up ahead. Those red converse were attached to a pair of ripped jeans blending into the dark. 

G froze expectedly, now ready for the familiar feeling of freezing up, of their body to not be their own. But it never happened. Instead, they found themself taking a step back. 

The red converse took a step forward. 

Stepping back again, they made sure to stay within the nearest candle's circle of light as the figure stepped into focus. 

"...hi."

G just stared. Same red converse. Same blue hoodie. Same ripped jeans. "What the fuck." 

He stared at them, cocking his head to the side. "Hi, Gigi."

"Don't call me that." The response was automatic, curated from months of resentment and loneliness; from thoughts of what they would say should they ever see him face to face again. 

"Why not?" He stepped closer. G stepped back. He stopped, seemingly hesitant for the first time. 

"You don't get to call me that. You made that very clear." They didn't want to talk to him. But it's not him. They reminded themself. You left him behind. Taking another look at him, they noted all the similarities. Or did I? "How are you here?" 

He did not answer that, opting to sway side to side. Anger boiled up in them, fuelling their march towards him. Stopping a few short paces away, they stared at him, attempting to make eye contact.

He avoided their gaze, looking to the side, showing a hint of skin as his hoodie shifted. Even his beauty mark is there. G clicked their tongue in annoyance. "Why are you here?" 

Still no answer. He shifted backward. G went to follow but found their feet conveniently stuck to the floor. 

Creak. "Gigi?"

They turned around to see Ace standing there, the light of his cellphone illuminating the dark shadows. "What are you doing?" 

He does see him right? G turned back to where he had been standing mere moments before. 

A dark hallway was the only thing that greeted them. They breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to Ace, who was looking at them with a confused expression in his eyes. 

"Hey...Gigi, you okay?" 

G nodded. "Everything is fine, Ace. I was just getting back to my room." 

"Oookayyy," the ginger-haired boy seemed to hesitate,"hey, Gigi?" 

"Yeah?"

"I...am I crazy, or was someone talking out here?" 

So people can hear him. "It was just me, man. I'm sorry if I woke you." 

"It's fine...good night, Gigi." 

"Good night Ace." 

The shadows on the wall danced as the hallway's candles flickered. 

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The mysterious Ramshackle prefect. Twisted from the concept of narrators.

*G is NOT my yuusona. they’re an oc

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Welcome to Night Raven

a story on how the mysterious Ramshackle prefect ended up at Night Raven in the first place.

Technical Difficulties

Cater flirts with Pan and reaps the consequences. G enjoys their friend’s suffering.

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Midnight Hair Dye

In a moment of silence, G dyes their hair.

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when little G is once again pushed to the side by her parents, she just pretends.

Humming in the Silence

Bored, G hums along with Ramshackle’s microwave. They post it with no afterthought. That is, until their phone starts blowing up.

Seashells by the Seashore

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Please Just Get Together -Sincerely, Everyone.

It’s clear to everyone that Eislyn and Vil simply do not get along. That’s what G assumed too, until they began to notice the little things.

⭐️: Eislyn Chevalier and Dawn ( @/viilpstick)

Pierced Souls

Cater pierces G’s lip.

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a ghost from the past.

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Dyeing Vee’s hair

⭐️: Vee ( @/heyhellohihowareyou )

New Year Help

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⭐️: Vee & Eislyn

The Boy in the Shadows is Watching Me