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Ok Iâm not sharing a lot of deetz bc of privacy. But what I will say is that MY MOM WAS IN THE SAME ROOM AS DYLAN MCDERMOTT LAST MONTH AND I JUST FOUND OUT!!! AS IN, SHE WAS IN A SCENE HE WAS IN AND SPOKE TO HIM!!! WTF!!!
Like obvi his character as Ben sucked BUT HELLO???????
She said he tries to be funny on set BTS, but the jokes are really bad. đ
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She walks down a long passageway, her bare feet slapping against the floor and echoing around the walls. There is only darkness ahead; thereâs no point in looking back. It feels like sheâs walking for hours and she always ends up in the same place; the circular room.
 There are always candles lit around the pedestal floor and even more lining the walls. It gives the room an ominous glow.
 She blinks once, twice, and then heâs there. He never has any clothes on and always starts out facing away from her, his soft back on display that had blonde locks cascading to his shoulders like a river of gold.
 She didnât know him, but she wanted to; yearned to run her hands to see if the hair was as soft as it looked, to feel if the milky skin was as warm as the glow of the surrounding candles.
 And then he would turn to her; blue eyes making her gasp and step back in need of putting space between them. They were beautiful.
 And he would smile, âI think youâre beautiful.â It would turn her tan cheeks a shade darker, and he would take a step forward, her eyes trying not to stray to his cock.
 âYou donât know how long Iâve waited for you.â Another step closer. âFather told me you were hand picked, just to my liking.â
 He stood in front of her, those blue eyes watching her every muscle move with every deep breathe. His pale hand reached up and caressed her plump cheek, âMy precious Jewel, do I frighten you?â
 That long finger with a ring the size of her eyes ran along the wetness of her outer lip, and she nodded. He smirked and arched forward, pressing himself against her, âDonât be, I would never hurt you.â
 Julie always asked him the same question, always with a quiver in her voice, âWhat do you want from me?â
 He always gave the same response, âEverything.â
Julie always awoke in a cold sweat, eyes darting around the room to make sure she was really alone. It was terrified and aroused her to no end; to dream of the blonde man so many nights made her miss the ones where he was gone.
 More nights than not did her hand slip down her belly to her unclothed pussy, already wet from the previous dreams. It was always quick; eyes closed and clit rubbed at a furious pace before a soundless cry left her lips, thighs shaking at the tendrils of pleasure coursing through her.
 She would stay on the orgasmic high for a few minutes, wetness seeping onto the sweat-covered sheets, which would prompt her to get up and take a tissue to the stickiness between her thighs.
 Her brows furrowed at the light redness staining the tissue, grimacing in a childlike manner. âReally body? Youâre gonna betray me like this?â There was a strange correlation with her monthly bleeding and the heavier dreams. The ones were he simply touched her and whispered sweet words were fine, but the ones that caused her to bleed usually had him bleeding for her, offering himself to her like gift for a Queen.
 Julie huffed and slumped on her walk to the bathroom, now feeling the growing pain in her lower abdomen. It was times like these that being female became a burden, cursed with the act of bleeding once a month and the pain that came with it was all to burdensome.
 If she could cut out her ovaries, she would. It took her aback when the thought of presenting her bloody ovaries to the man from her dreams entered her head; not today brain. But for now she simply propped her leg on the counter, unwrapped the tampon and grimaced as it slid into her, it was always uncomfortable,
 It was 5:45 in the morning, and seeing as the cramps were starting to set in, it would be pointless to try and get some sleep. She snatched her phone off the bedside table and opened up her Safari, scrolling through the open tabs.
 One was Chloeâs Instagram, displaying her friend in a crouching pose with a peace sign- the pinned location was New Orleans⊠damn, her friend hadnât even told her she was out of town- and the white girl she was with was tagged âmmontgomeryâ. Hm, she looked familiar, but didnât care enough to go to her page.
 Julie flicked the page away, ignoring the pang of hurt that her best friend was drifting away from her. But it wasnât just Julieâs fault; yes, she may have been spending more and more time with Michael, but Chloe had stopped eating lunch with her, stopped answering her texts⊠it was like she wanted them to drift apart.
 Her finger hovered over the page titled âChurch of Satanâ- sheâd left it open after searching in regards to her âHail Satanâ dream-, and a moment later clicked on it, waiting for it to reload.
 The screen was engulfed in a red hue that made her eyes burn, and the realistic picture of Satan made her uneasy. The texts upon texts spoke about how Lucifer was cast out by God for not loving the creations he called humans enough, that we were the cause of Satanâs downfall. It said that Satan roamed the Underworld for answers of how to escape, how to take his vengeance on the humans who had done this to him, but he never did.
 The next part was titled âThe Antichristâ, and her eyes read the sprawl with question.
It said the Antichrist was Satanâs son, the one who looked, talked, and walked like us but he wasnât one of us. He was a special being with powers that people could only dream of and would bring upon the Armageddon; the ender of worlds. Though the ending wasnât complete and the Church was still waiting for the Antichrist to rise up and smite them all.
 An address was at the bottom, including a phone number and time schedule. She held no regrets in bookmarking that page, though still closed it with a flick of her finger, putting down the phone and relishing in the sound of morning birds.
   One of the only things that sucked about being 17 was having school; the everyday hellscape that seemed to never have an end. It would have been slightly more tolerable if Michael went was there but him and Ms. Mead were adamant that school just wasnât for him. She wished her mom were like that.
 âSurprise bitch.â Julie turned around and gave a tight smile at Chloe. âBet you thought youâd seen the last of me.â
 It was a kick to the teeth to see her friend after her 3 week trip to New Orleans, but what was really strange was the usually pink preppy girls attire; She wore a skintight black turtle neck that tucked into high waisted dark denim jeans, a thick belt and black boots. She even had a large circular hat that was just as black as the outfit.
 âYou do know weâre inside right?â Julie motioned to the hat, in which Chloe rolled her eyes, âItâs called fashion sweetie, look it up.â Normally, she wouldâve laughed and playfully rolled her own eyes, but instead Julie turned and started away.
 âHey, wait!â Chloeâs boots stomped against the marble floor as she tried to catch up, âArenât you gonna ask how my trip was? Arenât you curious about all the New Orleans juju shit I saw?â
 Julie clenched her jaw, âAt the moment, not really.â She tried to turn away but Chloe tugged her back, âHey, hey, whatâs wrong? Did something happen while I was gone? Are you mad about something?â
 âYou know, Iâm not mad that you took the trip, Iâm not mad that you made friends there, hell, Iâm not even made that you look like you raided Hottopic before showing up.â Julie tried not to well up. âBut I am mad that mad that my best friend didnât give enough shits to tell me that they were leaving for three fucking weeks. So yeah Chloe, Iâm mad.â
 And of course, in a very Chloe like manner, she laughed it off, âAre-Are you actually serious? What are you my mom? I donât have to tell you every little thing I do.â
 âNo, but you could act like were at least some form of friends. Youâve been ignoring my texts, my calls, everything.â Chloe allowed Julie to step away with watery eyes. âI thought we were closer than that Chloe.â
 Chloe let out a cynical laugh and it was like a flip had switched inside her, âOh I get it, youâre jealous that I met people who understand me.â Chloe grew almost frantic in her speech, hands shaking by her side as her eyes darted around the empty hallway before landing back on Julie. âThey can help me Julie, why canât you just open your eyes?â
 Please, Father! Open my eyes!
 Julie shook away that dream, âI see you Chloe, I really do. But-â
 Chloe stood with fists clenched and jaw tight and the metallic screech that echoed through the hallway had Julie turning, staring aghast the concave locker. Julie turned to her friend; what the hell was happening to Chloe?
 âD-Did y-you-â
 âSee me Julie. Iâm more than you ever were and will ever be.â Chloeâs voice dropped an octave lower. âRun away little girl, its gonna get ugly.â The tall girl sauntered off with a swagger, paying no mind to the crying fleeing Julie, who ran from the school.
   Michael Langdon was bored. He didnât think there could be such boredom like this; it would have been more fun to be with Julie. He wondered what she was doing. Was she in school? Was it fun? Were the people there nice?
 A dark look overcame his face; were the people there nicer than him? Better than him? Would they try to steal her away from him? He shook those thoughts away; they were meant to be together and no stupid teenagers could take her away from him.
 An insistent banging at the door had him sitting up in bed, eyes squinting with curiosity. Ms. Mead was off doing unholy thing in his fatherâs name and his Julie was at school, which meant it was a stranger. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he used his powers to see into the mind of the person at his doorstep.
 He leapt of the bed and âOuch!â He shook off his hard slam into the wall from his sock covered toes and sprinted to the door, opening it with a wide smile. A wide smile that ever so slowly deflated at the sight of his Julie standing before him, blood shot eyes and sniffles leaving her wet nose. It was hard to control the rage in his veins at her distressed state and he was slightly glad she was unaware of the shaking tree in his front yard.
 She leaped into his arms and the tree became still. He held her on his doorstep, not knowing how to help. âWhat do I do?â
 She sniffled and another tear fell, âHold me.â It took a lot for Julie not to question how one moment they were in the entry of the house and the next his bedroom; she would put that thought away for later. This wasnât the first time Michael had done something like this and she was sure it wouldnât be the last.
 He crowded her onto his twin size bed and covered her like an octopus would its prey. Though it did just the trick; his tight hold soothed away her sadness and washed away her tears. The hurt from Chloeâs words was slowly fading away, leaving just her and Michael.
 They lay on their sides, facing each other. He watched her bloodshot eyes and reached one hand up to feel her warm cheeks, âDo you wanna talk about it?â
 Julie thought about telling him everything; spilling all the pain she felt from Chloeâs hatred and the sadness she harbored from feeling alone. So she did, her voice a whisper in his ear that had him gripping her harder.
 âBut youâre not alone.â He moved in closer. âYouâll never be alone again.â They watched each others lips and made a kiss an innocent as innocence could be. It lasted only a few seconds long but it felt like heaven. She murmured, âwas that okay?â
 And he gave her a smile that made his eyes even brighter, âI love you Julie.â
 It took her aback for a moment, a declaration of love from a boy sheâd know for a short amount of time. Did she love Michael Langdon? She wasnât sure, but there was something inside her that said she did. So she said, âI love you Michael.â
 âYouâll never leave me right?â He was such an insecure boy but he had to know, he wanted to hear it.
 âNever.â Their lips met again, and she started to believe that love was in the air.
   God, being in love was so fun. They were like dating dating and they shared sweet kisses whenever they could and held hands when they strolled through the Hotel on the two Saturdays of the month. It was so domestic of her and he made her feel loved in a way her mom never could.
 And nothing could go wrong it seemed.
 WellâŠ
 A harsh banging on the front door had Michael at his feet in an instant, Julie already making her way to open and see whom it was. Julie grimaced; it was a medium height pale girl with clothes akin to Chloeâs new style, red lips moving in an angry twitch and squinting eyes.
 Wait! She knew this girl- she was the one from Chloeâs picture in New Orleans⊠but why was she here?
 âCan I help you?â The girl whose name had been tagged âmmontogmeryâ let out an annoyed exhale and lifted up her phone, displaying a smiling picture of Chloe, âHave you seen this girl?â
 Julie answered truthfully as she felt Michael creep up behind her, âWe arenât really on speaking terms at the moment-â
 The girl cut her off and spat, âI donât need a sob story I just need to know where she is.â
 âYou are rude.â Michael was nose to nose with the girl. âDonât talk to her like.â The rude girl looked ready to shoot back an insult that would probably make him cry so Julie tugged him behind her so he was out of focus, âI donât know where she is. Sorry, canât help.â
 She made to close the door in the girls face, but some force was stopping her; even with both hands, it wouldnât budge. The girl simply pushed her way inside, ignoring Michaelâs death like glare, âUgh, is this what poor people live like? No thank you.â
 She sat on the couch and crossed her legs. Julie was just in shock and finally was able to slam the door, marching over to this bitch, âWho the hell do you think you are? This is my goddam house and you need to leave.â
 The girl sighed and looked into Julieâs eyes with intensity, âMy name is Madison Montgomery and Iâm here to find Chloe before she causes a shit show that even the all holy Supreme canât fix. So either you and that twelve year old are gonna help me find her or a lot of people are going to die.â
 Madison had had the words barely leave her mouth before she started gasping for air, well done nails scratching at her porcelain skin. Julie rushed forward, not knowing what to do. âMichael! Help her! What do i-â
 She fell to the floor and crawled away from Michael Langdon; the boy whose eyes were rolled back into his head with a clenched fist at his side, Madison still choking on the couch.
â-And remember class, that paper on Huck Finn is due next Thursday, beginning of class and not a moment later. Iâll be out of town this weekend so any questions you have will just have to wait until Monday. Have a good weekend kids!â
Julie smiled to herself and packed up her folder and thick binder, stuffing them in the black backpack and hitching the heavy appendage onto her shoulder with a huff. She made her way out of the now empty classroom to give a warm smile to Chloe, her friend of only a year but really her only friend.
Chloe was nothing like Julie; Chloe liked to talk about all the things she liked to do with boys in the locker room and Julie liked to spend time with her mom at the Hotel Cortez, checking the book records of old inhabitants and walking through the empty halls.
She thought it was fun; it was exciting to touch the old wooden doors and feel like the queen of her own castle.
âHey Chloe, how was class?â
Chloe flipped her hair over her exposed shoulder and smirked; âGot a B+ on my Chem paper and Mr. Johnson promised me some extra credit later this weekend.â
Julie had stopped trying to talk her friend out of fucking teachers, seeing as she would typically run to the principal and get them fired/arrested. Chloe saw it as justice and Julie couldnât say she was wrong.
Though Julie never knew how Chloe always seemed to know which ones were the creepers; just luck she guessed.
Chloe inquired Julie about her weekend, which included doing absolutely nothing aside from staring out her window and wishing she had more friends. It only sucked sometimes to have close to no friends, but she just needed to be out of high school before she could really bloom.
âWell, my dad is picking me up, sure you donât need a ride?â
Julie waved her off, âNah, Iâm good. Itâs always fun to catch up on new music on my way home.â
Sheâd never tell Chloe the real reason why she enjoyed her walks home. Sheâd come across the famous Murder House a year ago, and she loved it. It was a big luxurious house that was something out of the story books and it made her feel like a princess.
And the stories were true; there were dead people in that house. One of the girls, Violet, told her that if you died there, then your spirit was trapped forever, that you could never leave.
Violet had said the house killed her and her family, a ghost boy Tate had been responsible for her pain and suffering and that he too was still there. Julie had asked if the house was going to kill her, and a grown man had stepped forward and said she would never be hurt under his watch.
So every so often, Julie found herself at the steps of the Murder House, just like today. It was cloudy and she enjoyed the feel of the wind on her skin.
There was a kick to her step as she opened the doors, frowning when there were no ghosts in sight. Usually they would see her coming from the windows and come to greet her, so this was odd.
âViolet? Mr. Harmon? Hello?â There was no answer. âTate? Anybody?â
Julie stopped in the living room, eyes widening at the sight of the dead woman on the couch, and the identical copy sitting right next to her.
âAh, so you return. My children have told me much about you.â
Julie tried to take a step back but something kept her in place. She couldnât run but she refused to back down. She was a ghost; she couldnât actually do anything to her- well⊠she could kill Julie, but Mr. Harmon said he would protect her.âI donât believe weâve met.â
âNo, we havenât. Iâm Constance Langdon, Tateâs mother.â Constance turned to look at her corpse, âI couldnât live in this world anymore Julie. So I came here, where I can live on and be the mother I was meant to be.â
Julie watched her pick up her amber glass and down it in one gulp, âNow tell me child, why are you here? Hm?â
Julie had no reason to lie. âNothing in particular. The ghosts are kind to me and it makes me feel less lonely.â
And that was the truth, they were like friends that actually found her interesting and were always there.
But Constance clearly disagreed. She threw her glass against the wall and stood on shaky legs, stumbling towards Julieâs frozen form and gripping the smaller girls shoulders with her sharp nails.
Julie shouldâve been able to smell the alcohol on her breath but then again, Constance was dead, but she could sure as hell feel those nails digging into her shoulders.
âYou need to get out of this house and never come back.â Constance shoved her away and sprawled Julie on the floor. âI see the same evil in you that I saw in my grandson.â
Julie watched as what looked like realization entered the old womanâs eyes and suddenly her old aged face was much too close, though instead of anger, her eyes were full of pain.
Those nails lifted up Julie by her dark thick sweater and whispered in her ear, âHe will find you, and you must run. Save yourself Julie March.â
She didnât understand what she meant, or what she was supposed to do. Who was her grandson? And what kind of evil was in him? Or better yet⊠what evil was in her?
There were so many things she wanted to ask but both women froze at the sound of footsteps.
âGrandma?â
She was there, on the floor of the living room with Constance leaning over her, and in the next moment she was outside the kitchen door, watching it slam shut and lock her out. She wasnât stupid enough to wait around and see Constanceâs grandson; that was an evil she was better off not knowing.
She sprinted to the street and the whole way home, hiding away in her room and curling up on her bed.
Julie wasnât going to lie and say that hadnât made her scared. Her hands splayed out in front of her eyes, tracing the lines that were meant to tell your future. Did her lines say anything about an evil in her life?
A ding from her pocket had her fingers scrabbling to get her phone, a message from Chloe reading âyou home?â
She texted back a quick âyeahâ before stuffing her phone under her pillow and gazing out the window. The house next door had been empty so long, she hoped no one bought it anytime soon, theyâd think she was a creep for always watching.
But behold, two months later the house sold, and instead of having the view of a dark empty room, there was a boy in there now. She never really got a good view of him, and she never saw him leave the house. It was like he didnât exist.
âHey mom?â
âHm?â
âHave you met the neighbors? I think thereâs someone my age in the room across from mine. Have you seen him?â
Jessie March looked at her daughter with a smile that could rival the beating sun, âOf course I have dear. His name is Michael and his Aunt is Miriam. Lovely woman Miriam, bit hard on the face but I think I might invite her to Lydiaâs book club this weekend, you know, really show her the neighbors. And if she says yes then maybe you and Michael can get to know each other. How does that sound?â
Julie picked at her eggs and ignored her momâs questioning gaze, âWhat if he doesnât like me? Or what if I say something stupid?â
Jessie March scoffed and bit into her crunch toast square, âWell, just thinking that he wouldnât like you is quiet stupid, and I swear to you Julie, that boy will adore you.â
âWhatever you say mom.â Her mother took a sip of cold OJ, âIâm just saying baby, you canât just sit around and wait for Chloe every weekend to drag of to do something ridiculous. You need other people in your life.â
Her daughter was silent as she finished off her fluffy white eggs, âAnd who knows, you may need him just as much as he needs you.â
âWhatever you say mom.â Jessie stood up and patted her Julie on the head, ruffling the already messy strands of brown hair. Her heels clicked as she took both of their plates and put them in the sink, and made a sneer at the overflowing trashcan.
âBefore you go can you empty the trash? Donât want to get rats like last time.â
Last summer when Jessie March had left town for a week on a Business venture in Seattle, Julie had had the house to herself and had not once taken out the trash, leading to an infestation in the basement and kitchen cupboards. Theyâd had to call an exterminator and Julie had been grounded for a week.
âSure thing.â She stood and stretch, rubbing her full belly before grabbing engorged trash bin and hauling it out the front door, groaning at the bright rays of sun that hit her skin. She hated the warmer months, wishing that the world would stay cold.
A huff of gratitude left her lips when the bag was officially dropped in, the lid closing with a slam. Her eyes watched the empty streets, finding no one out and not a single car in any driveway. A thought that perhaps there was a farmers market close came and went, it was odd.
âWould you be a dear and get me some lemonade?â
âYes Ms. Mead.â
Julie March turned in time to watch the front door to the neighborâs house close, leaving her eyes to turn to the short stout dark dressed woman who was without a doubt Miriam Mead.
She looked mean, the dark lipstick and pitch black hair made her think of everything dark in the world packed into one woman. Miriam Mead raised her hand in a wave, âHey Neighbor!â
Julie gave a shy wave and sprinted as fast as an Olympian into the house, shutting her own door just as the sound of the neighbors door opening echoed through her ears. Her hands shook, her ears were ringing and she ignored her moms questioning look as her legs carried her to her room.
The lock on the door clicked shut and her body shook, but instead of any fear or uncertainty it was a hot burning desire that rang through her lower half.
She groaned and moaned âAre you kidding me?â
Masturbation was such a Chloe thing; her friend had given her a bright pink vibrator last year and said she needed to loosen up once in a while. It was still in its original box in the closet on the upper shelf, hidden from sight.
But out of sight yet not out of mind and Julie scrambled to her closet and thanked the heavens that it came with batteries. She scrambled to get off her sleep pants and panties- shirt and bra as well cause her nipples were crazy sensitive- and placed herself near the headboard.
The pink vibrator was thick and short and the box mostly talked about clitoral stimulation, and she clicked the power button onto the lowest setting. It was a nice hard buzz that had her biting her lip, running the vibe along her hardening nipples and letting out a soft moan. Her soft fingers pinched the other one with a groan.
She would never tell a soul that she wished a man would lean over and suck her tits until they were raw and her voice was hoarse with pleas for him to stop but he would never give in, taking everything she had to offer. She wondered if Michael would suck her tits till they bled.
The vibrator skimmed her love handled tummy and along the thin stretch marks, eventually reaching her glistening pussy. There was very little hair; Chloe had gotten her into shaving.
Julie never did this and she shouldâve taken it slow, but instead she placed the head of the buzz right on her clit, arching up at the buzz of pleasure streaming down her legs. It was electricity, the power of the gods were striking her very core and making her weak. Would Michael feast on her as if she were his last meal?
Why was he in her thoughts, why could she see behind her eyelids a man with hair as gold as sun but eyes as dark as night, watching her with a lust sheâd never know? Was this Michael? Was he a sinner standing before a sin?
Her finger clicked to the next setting and she tried not to scream; it just felt so fucking good.
Her eyes closed once more and he was there again, closer this time, close enough to touch. Her hands wanted to reach out and feel him, but her bones were stuck in place, her thighs wide and open for him to take.
âPlease, touch me.â He smirked at her and moved like wind, his touch being all too real. Her eyes opened and a scream nearly left her throat at the blonde haired boy looming over her, mouth suckling her nipple as if she was his last meal.
He was real- he had to be- and his hand ripped the vibrator from her pussy and moved down her body, gazing at the glistening wetness before him. It was his to taste, only his.
This time she did scream when his tongue circled her clit, nibbling on the sensitive bud as if it were a pesky grape attached to a vine. He hungered for her sweet cunt, wanting her juices to flow into a cup that only he could drink from. He craved her.
âMich-Michael, please, please.â He didnât relent, feasting with a fury that rivaled a rabid dog, hands holding her plush thighs in place as he took everything she had to offer.
She was nearing her release when he pulled back, forcing a sob from her throat, why was he being cruel when she was so close?
Michael crawled up her body and gazed at her red bitten lips with lust in his eyes, wishing this would never end. But all good things did.
She came with a scream as he bit into her left nipple with a pain blossoming across her chest. Tears fell as her body collapsed on her sheets; bleary eyes watching the golden haired boy wipe away her watery cheeks.
He placed a kiss on her cheek as her eyes shut, hand caressing her soft warm cheeks with an adoration she would soon come to crave with every breath.
According to her clock, Julie awoke 3 hours later, fully clothed and under the covers. A gasp echoed the room as the memories came back; Michael had been in her room and heâd touched her in ways sheâd never been touched.
But had that been real? It couldnât have beenâŠ
âOwâŠthe hell?â Her hand pulled down her sleep shirt, eyes widening at the massive bruising surrounding her left nipple.
It had been real, and the worst part was, she craved more.
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