Oct 18, 2016
@shieldpawn, @ghosthvnter, @griefdefined, @redxeyedxmonster, @sarcastahunter
“i’m pretty sure i just made it WORSE.”
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@shieldpawn, @ghosthvnter, @griefdefined, @redxeyedxmonster, @sarcastahunter
“i’m pretty sure i just made it WORSE.”
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@ghosthvnter continued from ☠
“Yeah, that was maybe poor planning on your part,” she replies. She’s holding onto her money until after she’s assessed the problem; you never know if a job is gonna be more trouble than you’ve been paid for. The fact they hired two people probably should’ve clued him in. “Sure you don’t want me to go in first??”
@ghosthvnter
There’s a quick intake of breath, and the blonde is sitting straight up her bed, sweat dripping down her face, a panicked feeling her chest. ❝—fuck. ❞ Carrie combed her fingers through her flattened, and matted curls as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing her to see the outline of the furniture in her bedroom. It was just a nightmare, calm down Care...A few moments after the panic had died down, she reached for her phone and winced from the brightness as her fingers tapped out a short message.
[ text sent to: cam bam damn ghostie. ] are you awake?
@ghosthvnter
“We’re going to suburbia!!” She slaps down a few Polaroid photos of strange, shadow figures lurking in foyers and behind white picket fences. She taps a finger to the top stack of photographs and lets a smile rip across her face. “The town’s name is Bailey Grove. Some may think of it as a hum-drum, middle class habitat, but straaaange sightings have been concurring more and more often.” Kat folds her arms smugly across her chest. “This lady--Mrs. Baxter--wants us to check out her house. She SWEARS its haunted.” Kat makes a sudden, dramatic movement to the mirror, solemnly studying her expression. “But she wants us to do it on the D.L., ya dig? So we gotta BLEND in with the suburbanites.”