#fkingbakers

     Her entire body is shaking as she fights to stay in control, her fingers twitching as she tries to drop the knife. She doesn’t want to hurt him.

Ghost Adventures Starter

Lucas knew the basement, just as he knew the rest of his house, just as nimble fingers and tired eyes had worked relentlessly to make it his: hinges for each door, passageways large enough for him to slip through, cracks and catches of hidden goodies. All of it mapped in Lucas’ mind, only a few images were worth it to be scribbled and littered about as help; rewards between the cracks of porcelain or jammed into the slick throat of a pig; beyond that the cards fell into Ethan’s hand, his journey to navigate, to fold and play the way he wished– Lucas could only manipulate the exterior, Ethan’s mind seemed harder than the rest to crack.

Lucas folded his hands over one another, catching dust between his fingertips, sprinkling it on his lap absently; a fine layer of dust coated nearly everything, gentle blows and quick swiping of the hand only revealed another layer of grime and decay. He kicked his legs out, relaxing, sending a scattering of dust bunnies underneath his desk.

“Now there ain’t nothing wrong with a basement,” Lucas commented, tip of the tongue smacking against the roof of his mouth before snaking its way across his lips; through brass filters the wet smack of saliva became a greater offense to the ears. A low, guttural purr of breath followed, idly tracing his finger along the push-to-talk button, shaking ever slightly as he did so. Blue eyes flickered to the monitors: watching, waiting.

Breath catching in his throat, each hollow step into his domain became an orgasmic wave of pleasure shivered along his spine that nearly threw him from his seat; he stayed firmly planted, twisting half back and forth as he studied Ethan. “It ain’t all bad, you thinkin’ all those horror movies make the basement out to be some bad place an– an all?” He hummed, making it seem that Ethan wasn’t living in a horror movie himself; even some part of Lucas deluded himself.

     He might as well have been running in circles. It certainly felt like it. 

     If he wasn’t so fucking scared, he may have been angry over it. There      certainly was some, deep down, hidden behind the fear of losing his      head and his life. The last thing he wanted was to end up on that      fucking table. 

     The thought put a lurch to his stomach, the hunger and anxiety not      mixing well, but Pete had been getting used to it. Not that he wanted      to admit it to himself. Sounded like he was giving up. Fuck, it was      hard not to, but there was still a chance. He had to grab that with both      hands. 

     However, his thoughts were cut short when he heard a door opening      not too far off from him. He let out a quiet “shit” as he turned his      flashlight off with a soft click, watching on carefully. Last thing he      wanted was to run into any of the Bakers. 

“–I’ve been walking in circles for fifteen minutes now.”

          “It’s fine. I don’t live too far away from here,” she says, but she can already imagine her dad scolding her for wandering out this far. Where she lived in Austin may have been safe, but everyone knew everyone there. This little place, in a whole other state, was still unfamiliar to the Millers. They were good as strangers.