🔮 ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴠᴏʏᴀɴᴛ .

             ❛ Any  book? ❜        Perfect.       Milo  has  one  in  mind  already.       A  bible  ——  He  remembers  spotting  one  on  her  nightstand  the  first  time  they  met.      He  wasn’t  SUPPOSED  to  be  there,    and  she  wasn’t  supposed  to  see  him.      It  was  just  like  the  ones  his  family  kept,    black,    a  GOLD  cross  on  the  faux - leather  cover  to  indicate  its  contents.        Milo  hands  it  to  her  with  a  smile,     sitting  comfortably  on  the  floor.       It’s  been  so  long  since  he  heard  anything  from  this  prolific  book  and  now  ——  knowing  what  he  knows  ——  It’s  almost  FUNNY  now.

❛ My  father  .  .  .  He  always  read  the  story  about  Jesus  casting  demons  into  pigs.       I  think  it  was  his  way  of  warning  us  that  demons  could  take  any  shape  or  form,     or  something  like  that.       I’d  like  to  hear  it  again,    if  that’s  okay. ❜

her heart sinks ever so slightly that a child would request such a dark reading.   the arms that will hold a sinister book,  instead,  wraps around the little boy to offer a small hug.  milo was smart, and extremely independent and  d i f  f e r e n t  just as she-      ❝   are  you  sure ?   judy  has  plenty imaginative books  to  sort  through . .  ❞

A hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around the back of Lorraine’s shirt and TUGS. Well, nothing about that was subtle or even genuinely considerate. Isn’t that the thing about fear? It makes a person pushy. They either conquer it or let it overwhelm them. Good thing you’re dealing with a survivor, Lorraine. She conquers it. Currently, she’s just worried about her counterpart. 

“Don’t —–” She starts before she realizes that sounding demanding isn’t really an answer. Ripley clears her throat. “It’s an egg and it’s home to a nasty little creature. Just please don’t get too close.” A pause.

“Actually, we should go.”

it’s rather aggravating to be trapped in spell of stupor.    lorraine wanted to understand this element, something out of reach in terms of supernatural.   the hand that brushed against broken glass is far from harmless-  it was a cage for something meant to remain inside.

❝    when i  was  a  child,   i  was  thrilled  to  read  zombie  related  books.   now-  i  think  i’d  set  it  on  fire  if  i  saw  one.   ❞                the group has passed several libraries on their journeys  &  oddly enough,  lorraine just walks past unamused.  

❝   bedelia.    please  tell  me  the  blood  on  your  lips  is  fake.   ❞               plenty of costumes play off of the horrors of cannibalism, or virulent zombies-  but lorraine knew this woman was sinister to the core.  with a pause,  small prickles run up and down her own spine.

           ❛  leave  it  to  the  school  system  to  promote  a  play  that  LITERALLY —– killed  someone.  ❜ her  head  shook,  eyes  narrowing  slightly  at  the  thought.  she  was  surprised  parents  weren’t  making  more  noise  about  the  context  of  such  a  play..

               gray  eyes  glance  around,  her  mind  on  HIGH ALERT  at  the  sheer  possibility  of  something  looming  in  the  halls  of  the  school.  ❛ might   take  another  TRAGEDY to  get  them  to  understand  not  the fuck  with this type  of  thing….   ❜  not  that  the  young  brunette  wanted  to  witness  the  death  of  a  classmate;  quite  the  opposite.  but  going  around  screaming  GHOST  never  worked  out  well  for  aspen  in  the  past. 

❝   it’s  kind  of  expected  though.  especially  around  october  and  november.    i mean-  december, for  the  most  part  is outlined  in  glitter  and  angels. ❞             she could almost hear the never-ending annoying holiday music now.  her parents despised halloween and anything pertaining to the dead         but lorraine loved it.

         he  nods  as  she  speaks  ,  words  and  nerves  tumbling  off  of  her  tongue  in  equal  parts  ,  eyes  dark  with  fatigue  carefully  tracking  the  sweeping  movements  of  her  hands  .  insincerity  colours  the  majority  of  his  interactions  but  the  way  that  his  brow  furrows  at  her  suggestion  is  AUTOMATIC  .  REFLEXIVE  .  too  quick  to  be  anything  but  genuine  .  “  you’re  not  going  as  yourself  ,  lorraine  .  ”

     “For someone that needs company, I always have time,” Steve replied softly, easily taking the seat next to the medium. “Is everything okay? I’m serious… if there is anything that I can do to help you, please… don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I have come to see your museum. Such horrors you have it’s a wonder I haven’t visited you sooner” but he was no ghost or ghoul. He was the Devil. The very thing that supposedly gave her employment. “Where is your husband?” He doesn’t like Ed. Finds him useless. Lorraine is the one with the true power. Ed is- a leech. “I don’t want him included on the tour. Come now. Up. The snow will be here when you return. I want to see the strange little doll with one of my demons inside of it. Perhaps I’ll even tell you how to keep these things kept, better. You’ve got a child in the house. No nightmares for her” he clears his throat and waits. 

she’s skeptical to answer a stranger within her sanctuary.  the moment pauses as lorraine glaces over her shoulder to pair this voice with a face.  various flickers of darkness follow this person, something that those with second sight can see.      (  where  is  edward?  it’s  getting  late-  )

❛ yeah, it’s uh, not SCARY at all. ❛ what a l i a r — he, admittedly, found it both fascinating && petrifying that she brought him to a haunted house, && not a fake one, either. albeit catching a mere GLIMPSE of her smile manages to put him at ease, && an arm outstretches, digits intertwining within her own. but by no means was it due to him being CHILLED to the bone. ❛ i’m GOOD. ❛