#ghosight

"you won’t like me for saying this, but i don’t trust any of them." from nadine - @ghosight.

battle royale prompts / accepting

Bloody Mary’s existence comprised of constant wandering through people’s mirrors, aimless and unnoticed, invisible unless they summoned her. But she can always see them from the Other Side of the Mirror, and from time to time she would come across an interesting person and stay in there, observing them for a few days. It was never long before she grew restless and left, or was summoned somewhere else in the world.

Usually she found these people by accident, simply by peering from enough mirrors--- but today felt different. Mary had felt a certain pull toward that specific mirror, and as soon as she looked through it she had a guess as to why: someone in that house attracted ghosts. She could easily sense the paranormal energy in the room and highly doubted she was the only spirit to ever be present.

There was a young boy living in the house, in his teens. Bloody Mary had the impression he was kind of anxious. Her gaze followed him until something very rare happened, catching her off guard and drawing a gasp from ghostly lips: the boy looked over his shoulder, as if sensing her eyes on him, and she could’ve sworn she saw his eyes widening in surprise...or maybe fear. She felt the rush of blood trickling down her cheeks (if she had a heartbeat it would be quickening) and projected her voice, desperately trying to make contact. “You can see me?” Her mouth gaped and her tone was full of disbelief and hope.

@ghosight / prompt.

you know nova well, even if the two of you had never been the best of friends. there was a time that you were both in the same social circles, both considered the popular kids, but she’d drifted away from that. it wasn’t really your intention to stop talking to her as much, it was more just that you never tended to run into each other. you still said hi in the halls, still tried to be nice, but you didn’t go out of your way.

that’s what makes it so surprising when you open the door to see her. you’re so shocked that it’s her that you almost forget that there’s a storm, almost don’t notice the fact that she’s bleeding and clearly cold. it only takes a second to snap out of it, to back up and let her in. you were never exactly close, so the fact that she came here? something was definitely up.

@ghosight / clearing my ask box.