#6hostful

paranormal investigators with original small town lore — rain and sunshine on a rainy day.

“ no, no, no, you are not. because if you’re fucked, then we’re both fucked, ” there’s urgency in her voice and the way she clings to teagan                   but if sophia is saying the fuck word, there’s probably a serious problem. holding close to her comrade, flashlight frantically searching through the pitch black. shuddering breaths, the faint whispers of something near. heart pumps, blood rushes                   a sticky situation they may or may not come back from. it’ll make a damn good story, that’s for sure. “ do you hear that ? ” the chittering of something near the exit, the dissonant sighs of something awoken too early. stomach turns as the scent of rotting flesh wafts through the nose                   familiar, a sign of otherworldly danger. “ i’m willing to bet that it isn’t going to be happy we’re here. ”

“ i                   i know, i don’t blame you, ” spoken through a soft sigh, sophia’s expression falters momentarily. lips purse. eyes flicker to the floor then, prudently, cast back to teagan. though sophia gets it, there’s still this little tinge of guilt behind the way her gaze keeps pulling away, looking for something better to say. anything. always so sheepish, always so perpetually uncomfortable with everything   …   fingers play with the fabric of her cardigan, poking and pulling at fibers. “ it makes me sad, ” said simply, straight to the point. nervous fiddling with hair, clothes, the skin around her manicured nails. “ i wish i would’ve been friendlier to you from the beginning. ” it felt so odd : becoming ostracized, just like the ghost girl. watching her friends point and giggle, good girls and good boys finding every bit of malice in their heart to pick on the girl just a bit different than them. and what did sophia expect ??? to treat her differently ??? how naive can you be   … hmph. reap, sow.