#ghosts.

full name: theodore ‘theo’ james harper age of death: twenty four date of death: july 17, 2018 cause of death: neck snapped face claim: dacre montgomery tells on the ouija board: does not use the board but often times throws it across the room. appearance: curly dirty blonde hair on the short side, scruffy facial hair, blue jeans with a grey t-shirt under a leather jacket and dark boots.  quick facts: best friend boyfriend to wesley lloyd. forced housekeeper of the manor. used to be heavily into marijuana and other recreational drugs. likes to be left alone more often than not. knows how to get rid of the shadow. 

theo harper was never one to enjoy following the rules or giving a shit about anything. that was one thing his father hated about him. he had no ambition. if only he went to college and got a real job, maybe he would have his dad’s approval. 

nah maybe not. theo didn’t care about any of that. his mother was the only person in his life until he met wesley lloyd. the two became quick friends which eventually turned into more. 

theo came to the manor looking for his best friend after not finding him after the night of toni’s party. he was ( very ) distraught considering he just moved in with wes and relationship tings:tm: 

he never really liked other people, spent the majority of his time with wes and a couple of other friends but after a shaky childhood he found a home in and with wesley, he didn’t support wes’ obsession with the manor and tried to keep him on the right track but lost him to the manor. 

theo had his fair share of experiences with the shadow during his stay with wes, the scar on his stomach will tell you everything. 

when he came back, he was met by toni again and theo was immediate in his accusations. ... forced him to work for the manor and that way, he’d be able to be with his best friend. 

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̸̢̣̙̺̩͈̙̔̈́̈́̔̿̈͝w̷͎̖̣͓̫͉̦̓̐ͅo̵͙͍͌́́̄̅̈̎͝r̸̗̞̘̝͉̣̳̟̬̲̂̒̈́͆̊̒̈͊͘̕ͅk̸̛̰̗̣̥̣̣͔͈̩̲̐͒̈́͠ë̸̦̳͔́̈́̊̎̀̿͑͠d̴̡̛̖̘͉̼͓̻̺̳̺͇̊͑̎̓ ̸̨̛̗̯͈̪̟̹̘͔̊͛̊̑̂̏̀͜͝͝ǫ̸̛̪̲̮͉͙̱͚͍̽̅̓͂̆͌̊̌͘n̵̡̹̰͔̼̥̮̲͈̒̍͒̌̈̾̐̉̕ ̶̯͇̘̜͔̳͔͕̉͗͂̋̓̾r̸̨̩͎͉̝̫̲͕͚̿̋̌e̸̹̲̰̪̹̘̠̺̒̀̓̈́́͠ͅn̷̨̛̝̰͕͔͔̑͌̏̏̽̃͑̒͛̾͜ǫ̵̭̳̺̰͖̘̟̞͐̔v̵͍͓̫̇̈́͊̇̐́̀ä̶̝̦́̅͂̀t̵̢̢͇̺̲͍̤̦͍̀̔̆́̉̂͘i̵̛̟͇͈̰̝͈̰͋̅͌́͘ò̸̧̱̖͚̠̩͍̬̖̂͂̿̚n̷̼̪͓̰̤͂̒́͛͛͑̎͝s̴̝̣̘̲̹͖̩͇͍̰̼̀̈́͋̀̾̂͗̉̈,̶̨̡͖͉́͂͗͌͠͠͝ ̷̡̼̞̝̤͍́̋̌́̎̎͗̿̚͝t̴̫̟̱̺̱̂͌̈̌͂̓͝ĥ̵̡̨̗͙͇̼̮̠̎̍̓͆͌͆̊ẻ̷̩̟̟̫͕̫̼̻͙͖̫͑́͐͛̍͒̈͛ọ̶͎͑̎̀̄́̀̚ ̷̰̠͓̇̈́̈́́̋̓̚͠d̷̨̩̯̬͓̼̯͍̦̋̇͆i̶̭̍̆̒͛̈͂̕͘͝͝͠ş̴̛͖̼̖̺̐̈͛̾̎̏̈́̔͝c̸̛̘͍͓̝̼̅̇̓̉̾̇̇̐̓͠ő̸̡͎̪̘͔̪̳͕̿̏̈́̃̓̈́̎͆̇ͅv̸̛̭͈̌́̉̏͗͛͜ë̶̛́̔͛͒͑̾͜ŗ̸̢̱͖̲̯̗̰͉̟̂̏͛̊͂̑̓͜͝͠ẽ̸̬͖͙̠͉͉͖̐̐͘͠d̴͇͙͓͖̝̳̳̫̪͎̓ ̵̛̬̮̳͈̦̠̹̅͒͛̈́́̂t̵̘̳̝͉͉̐̀̂h̷̦̮̬̠̝͈͕̓̉̎̇ą̵͍̪̱͙̱͈͓̒̓̏t̵͇͖̓̀͌̆̅͗̇͊̉̕ͅ ̷̪̏̇͗̊̎̍͗́͂̃̔t̶̝̘̤͎̜͎͊̆͆͛̏̔͘͘͜͜͝ḩ̴̣̭̻̥͑̀̂͝͝e̸̯͉͖̠͍͉̩̱̥͍̫͐̊̇̔͒͛̈̚͠r̸̬͙̣͙͔͛́͝͝͠ȩ̵̛̜̦̯̩̹̰̻̲̓͆̑̃͆̑͌́̎̀ ̷̙̠̦̩̂̅͋̄́̎̈́̐̅̌w̵̼̺̓͒̒̈̑̄̍̇͗́͘ȃ̷̤̮͙̱̔͛͠š̷͙̳̻̙͍͒͐̎̍̃̒̀͗͆͝ ̸̪̥̙̃̽̏̈́̍͝o̶̠̻͙̜̬̜̩̲͍̿̊̈́͗ń̶̝͈̠̗͇̠̰̿̈̆͛̂ę̶̛̲̬͔̦̰̲̘̲̠̋͊̉ͅ ̵̜̱̺̪̝͕̽̒͐̅̈́̐̉̎͠ͅr̷̢͕̼̳̮͇͎͉̣̖̆͛ö̷̹͚̺́̊̎̌̈͘͝ö̸̡̜̲̼̯͍͔̮̺͉̘̃͗̃̇̎͘̕m̴̜͍̱̣̖̬͈̝̾̑͂̕ ̶̡̭̦̯̲̮͓́̔̅̆̉͝ͅţ̴̡̛͙̭͚̬̣͍̍̄̿͛͒̋͝͠͠o̵̡̡͔͇̲͔̳̳͐̈́́̿̈͠ṇ̸̝̬̥̰̼̖̰̃̄ȋ̶̭̜̯̣͈̪̺͚̲̘̦͑͗̔̄̍̽̈́̕̕͠ ̴̧̟͇̗̠͈̫̘̗̪̂͜n̸̢̝͉̬̰͉̖̗̦͍͐̐̎͛̓̓͗̕͝ĕ̷͓̩̹̭͌͆́́̔̑͘v̴̡͕̦̹̈͗̆̈́̿̈͘̚͘͘͝ȩ̶̝̦͇̄͛̊͗͂r̸̡̧̡̦͕̖̻͓̰͇̰̍̃̉͊̕̕̚ ̷͈̱̗̳̣̪̫͖͚̩̈́̃̂̾͌͌͑́̍̎͝ẽ̴̝̟̤̗͉͍̲͍̯̠̆̀͛̃̂̿͝͝ͅn̴̡̜̳͍̠̅͐͋̓͒̈́̄͝t̸̟̹̯̹͙̬̯̦͛͌͑̀̿̏͆̀͘͜͠e̷͍̰͚͚̱͝ͅr̷͎̱̪͇͐́͛e̷̖̟͇̠̐d̸̮͆̑̊̏̕͝,̶͓̬͕̪̥͚̼͓̟̞̐̈́ ̷̧̓̈́̔̎̀̓̚͝a̵̙̪̟̜̖̺͈͚͑̈́̇̾͝n̴̨̡̛̺̝̘͉̬͛̀͛̀̈́̾̈́͝ͅd̶̳̞̱͂͂̊̈́̊̀͆̈́͝ ̶̘̮͍̟̙̯͎̬̭̽͆̏̾̋̃̕t̷̻̤̄h̷͈͔̪̦͓̟̠͇̤̀͛̈́̂̐̇̀̕ͅa̷̢̫̻̒̎̿͛̽͗̔̅ͅt̸̡̯͈̘̹͙̝̰͗ͅ ̸̻͖̬̺̺̩̪̻̞́̈́͋͜w̵̖̣̿̉͂̏̈́̊a̸̡̡̬̩̙̳͉̟̲̻̻̅̚s̶͚̋̂͘͝ ̵̨͙͎̗͖̭̞̙̖̒̃͊̊̄͗ẗ̸͈̙̗̭́̓̆͒̔̐̏h̴̩͈̥̖̼͐͐ͅę̴̢̝̘̪̯̲͚̀̓̇̈́ ̴̢͈͍̺̟̻̓̂̕ṡ̶̥̥̟̤̘͍̙̮̔̀͒͊̂̃͛̂͝t̸̰͇͑̍̽͆͘ų̸͇̯̬̪̱̝̳̌̊̓̑d̴̡̛̲͐͛̒̉̀̈́̕y̵̪͉̪̬̻̩̜̥̹̽͋́͛̀͝.̵̨̝͓͚͛̋̀̚̕ ̶͍̭̾̓̋̾̚͘ẖ̷̡̰̤̤̞̤̃̀̓̎̄̂͂͜͝ͅȇ̴̡̘͓̗̤̻̞͊̿̇͝ ̵̧͔͚̹͈̱̩̫̇́̐̇̑́̔̈́̾̀̇ͅk̸̯̦͉̜̖̖̤̥͋n̵̢̗̜̙̪̪͗̈́ȩ̶̟̭̩͑̋̅̀̀͋̓͠w̴͖̽̾͑͋͝ ̷̡̢̳̘͍͍̟͍̜͚̃͑̈́͋̓́̋͜s̷̨̛̬̥̟̘͔̝͕̩̀̒͌͆͌͘o̷̩͐̈́͌͋̋ḿ̷̫̮̤̦͍̠͂̎̃̀̕͜ȩ̵̰͍͉̩͎͓͔̩̯̅̄̀ͅţ̴͍͇͔͙̻̠̹̪̊́̋̀͜h̷̯̱̿̃͊i̷̛̯͙̐̂͛̃̾̏̕ṉ̷͔̮̼͇͉͖̞͋́̌̎͑̃͊͂̀g̶̟͓̲̃̈́̔̔̊͌͑̚ ̴͕͓̹̩̳̏͂́͊̍̆̀̿̚͠h̴̨͍̦͒̃̀ͅǎ̴̧̘̺̗̍̋̇̈͊̀̔̕̕͝ḑ̵̰̒͒̒̈́ ̶̧̫̘̿̉͒͐̆̎̋͂̚t̶̜͔̳̗̗̰̒̂̈̀͝ơ̸̢̡͔̭̣̗͊̈́̎͛͒̓̽ ̸͖̬̫̝̠̥́̈̽̓͌̎̔̅ͅḅ̸̛̜͓͚̪͗̆̀̑͌͑̇͋̂̚ȩ̶͇̳̬̦͚̈́ͅ ̵̘̻́͆͂̀̒̓̿ú̵̡̫͔͕̲̱̰̈́́̈́͐͂̿͘͝p̶̛͎͙̠͆́̈́̎͆́͝͝ ̷̨̟̭͕̱̓͒̆͂̓̓̀̒̕͝i̸̧̡̛̠͓̖̙͓̰͎͚͌̀͒̅̈́͂ǹ̴̟̘̑ ̶̻̪͈̀̾̈͒̂t̴̢̧̰͚̹̩̰̖̭̟͔͊͆̐̄͝ḫ̷̹͖̞̻̖̥̌̎̉̊̃̉͆̿͝a̷̍͊͆̈́ͅţ̴̞̞̻̖̀̂̾͋̒̚ ̴̛̹̲͚͙̻̋̆͐͆̈́̄̃̿̚r̸̛͙̰̠̩̞̙̪̠̅̒̅̊̈́̏̀͠ͅo̶̳̬͐ő̴̠̥̙̲̜͇̞̏̓̽͆̏́ṃ̵̢̢̥̳͖̤̻̳̥͍͒̐,̸͙͕̝̱̗̺̰̪̞̱̈́̄̋̾̄̚͘͘ ̷̡͉̃̐́̒̐̒͊͑̉͝å̵̗̳̫̺̹̽͂͊̐̅̐̄̕̕͝n̴̨̆̉͑̾͋͠d̶͈̩̬͈̦͌͑͌͛͝ ̴̟̰̰͉̟̟̮͇͓̾̇̔͝o̶̬͔̜̥͕̱̜̱̿̔̊̀̔n̴̲̣̥̳͍͖͕̦̺̋̍̔͊͆͝͝͝ȩ̴̞̱̩͇̥̾̕ ̶̛̠̯̭̱̣̮̈́̽͌̀̍̋̅̚d̸̜̜̮̖͖̺͋̐̈̈̈́̚̕̕͝ȧ̸̜̬͇͆y̸̨̡̢͙͎̩̠͎̱̦̒̒͒̍͐̉ͅ ̵͍̫̣͙͎̪͍̼̝̫̽̓̄̓̇̍͛̇̒͘ẖ̸̛͎̬̣̼̽̆̃̽́̋̃͛̽e̸̲̣͊̋̆̈́̚ ̵̛̳͍̲͊̓̐́̉͛͒͋͝͝d̸̲̘̺̯͔̿̓͒͌͂̄́̇̒̏i̸̧̎̀̌̀s̸̢̛̼͉͈̼̰͎̹͐̈́̀̈́͂͝͝ć̵͎̱͔̽̆̀̓o̷̝̳̪̱̞̱̺̦̙͗͐̓̈́͛̆͒͝͠͠v̷̥̘̺͈̪͖̻̫̼̀͊̉͜e̷̖̫̿̍̔̅̀͑̂̆̈́r̶̢̛̼͖͔̺̙̞̙͆̃̈́̆̌̑͆̊͂ḙ̵̛͚̃̀̏̅͊̈́̕͘ḏ̵̑̌̋͑̈ ̷̰͚̫͙͇͇̣̙͇̗͕͑̂͊̐̐́̎͐͘t̸͔̪̘̤͉̥̼͓̲͊̆̋̍͆̒͝͝h̷̘̱̹̞͙͙̞͓̬͍̞̿e̷̮̠͔͔̼͗̏̃͆̆͑̇̕ͅ ̷̡̣̰̟̣̳̳̝͍̓̃͗n̷̩̜̦̙̄o̵̥͈̩͇̟͕̝͌͂̌͂̑̀̕ͅͅt̸̟̀̆̇̿̍͘e̸͎͈͇̫͓̬̥̯͓̟͆͗̓͐̇̔́̈́͋̚͜͠b̷̧͈̦̰̲̭͍̃̋̇̀̽̇͘̚o̴̢̧̬̘̰̭̙̻̪̫̅̏͌̀̌͛͜͝ṏ̵̻̼̥͖̣̥̰̲̣́ͅk̵̡̥͆̉̍̓̓͝͝ ̴̭̒́̓̈͑̒̎͘͝w̶̨̨̩̝̪̰̘̋̂͛͆r̶̢̨̛̮̭͈̂̈̑̈́͘͝ȉ̸͚̭̙͚̻̪̯̲̤̽̂́͆̽̕t̵͚͂̃̍t̵̜̬̍̈͝͝͝e̷̡̛̥̟͇̞͔̒͒͑̓́͒͘͝͝ͅn̴̛͙̙̎̊̇̊̀ ̵̟̙͂̈́͝b̷̧̘̥͋̿̈́́́̂̽̚y̵̮̪̿͐ ̵̫̳̤̦̮͉͗͊̈́̃͌́̅̈́͠͝ͅḩ̶͕̹͕̯̭͍̠̠̈́̑̚͝ͅa̸̪̫̹̳̦͉̞͆͋̓̿̓̉́́̈́̈̌ͅr̸̟̹̠͚͕̟̫͙̮̯͕̿̀͋̍̾o̶̖͚̠̮̿͗ļ̸̞͖̝̪̾̈̏̇͜d̵̛̙͓̟̰̈͌̍̀̊̋.̶̱̣̥̂̋͑̂̃͋͆͝͝ ̷̨͎̩͕͍͕̈́̓̉̅̐͌̕ͅa̴̮̅f̵̺͓̐t̵̗̳͚̱̆̚̚ḛ̶̊̿̓̌r̸̞͕̥͉͙͍̣͐̐ ̵̨͇̘̯̉̏̀̊̂͐̊̋̕l̴̢̛̞̭͓͎̰͒̒͗̈́͐̾̑̉͝e̶̢̛̹̫͙͇̲̐͐̉̒̊̎å̵̘͎͍̤̯̟̻̀̀̐̾̐̍̂̿̇̚ŗ̵̤̮̮̩̞̘͆̑̀͒̚͝n̷̜̣̪͔͉̏̉́̔͜͠į̵̪̝͔̫͓̞̣̰̪̾̈́̾̇̓͊͋͆̀ͅn̸̩̙̼̞͍̟͕̆̈́̐́̇̌͑͌͊͒g̶̡̬̣̿̈́͛̿̈́̓͋͘͝͠ ̶͒̂͌̒̆̎̓̓̓̔͜͝a̴͔͉̻̬̓̈́̽̒̈́̃̉̾̃̌b̶̛̠͖̠̘̺̯̦́̈̒͝o̸̝͎͍͓̻̭̒̈́̐̌͑̔͆́̎͠͝u̶̙̬̫̙͌͋t̴̢̨̛̪̱̯͓̰̻͎̅̓͗͗͝ͅ ̶̢̤͓̟̩̘͗̅̎͊̓̍̔̽̚͝t̷̡̛̘̺͔͍̰͎̫͛̓̍̾̍̏̏̓̉͜ͅḥ̴̣̝̰̭̈́e̷̢̙͍̣̮̞͊̑͛͠ ̷̝̥͓̠͖̯͔̌̃́̌̄̂̀̂̃̕͜͠s̸͖̩̗̽͗́̈́́̈́̈̀̌̾h̷̲̩͕̔͋̃̅͋̿̉̈͝a̶̻̅͌̽͂̓͐͂̕d̶̬̝͎͇̺͕̱̈́͌̿̎͐o̴̫̣̗̻̯̗̥̩̾̒w̷̡̛̬͇͉̜̿̍̔͆͌͘̚ ̴̧̬̜̘̠̝͇̯͌̃̽͊̔͐͊͠͝a̵͍͎̗̦̥͚͒͋̈̀ṋ̸̡̡̺͈̑̎̑̑̆̈̕͜d̸̡̖̮͔͈͙͖̐̌͗̍̇̓̋͘ ̵̘͗̏͒͠͝͝ṱ̸̢̢̳̠͎͔̅́h̷̛̪͍̞͒̎̓̑̔́͝͝e̸̡̻̭̬̭̭͕̹̾̿̆̏́̈́́̾̀̿̍ ̷̧̛̘͋̔͐̆̊͒̆͐͜͝t̴̢̺̹̫̩͎̹̣͙͙͐͗͂̃͌͑͛͝ͅr̸̡̡̛͎͎̤̟̉͋́̀̐͆͜͝͠u̴̯̬̘̩͈̝̼͙̅̆̂ͅt̵̙͔̗͚̙̼͚̓͆h̸̡͍̲̼̽ ̶̺̜͚̜̓͂̂͂̉̎͘͝ḁ̷̟͕̀́̃̂́̈́̏̆̕ͅb̷̛̘̩̐̅͒̒̉͊̋̐̿̚ͅơ̴͇̠͓̱͕͐̉̓̽̔͘u̵̲̖̝͓͊͐t̸̻͍̻̖̼̟̮̦̼͚͉͑̀̓̏̏̏͘ ̴̗̺̠̟̐t̴̢̛͉̘̋̈́̋̍͘͝ǫ̶̛̛͎̮͌́̾̈́͑̊̎̌͝n̶̢̡̲̼̻͉̘̦̻̉̾ͅį̴̣̱͍͇̳͐,̵̞̥̄̉͐͗͒̀̉́ͅ ̵̢̪̭̺̣̦̞͎͍̾̋̎̔̍̎͌͐̒͝h̴̨̨̢͎͔̑̏̆͛̍͛̊̚͠͝ë̷̗̳͙́̅͂̋͘͜ ̷̛̤̮̝̱͚̩̋͋̂̑̉͜t̴̨̼̦͉̗͇͔̭̺͍͕̾̅̿̑̊̃͒̃̕͘͠r̴̼̩̝̣̜͇̀̏̾͗́̚̚͝ͅi̷̛̝̠̥͔̊̎̆̓̿͘͜͜͝͠e̶̡̦̭̭̬̝͙̫̻̪͆ḋ̸̛̗͎̹̻͈͎͕̫̻̳̊̇̊͂̽͂̍͑̄ ̷̯̣̲̄̋̐̎͊́̌͘͝t̵̨͔̝͊̌͂́ȏ̷͉̻̫̦̹̘̈́̋͆̌͘͜͠ ̸̨̢̛̖̥̝̉͑̑͂b̵̢͔̻̳̙̗͇̉̄̈́͐͂͝ẽ̵̤͕͗g̸̛̩̜̱͓͚̲̻̯̘̪͆̍̋́̆͘į̸̜̦̮͖̖̹̙̗̣̀́̇̒̀̌̀̑̐ñ̵̡̯͗ ̴̬̞͔̭͛̋̀w̴̢͖̱̜̺̥͕̣̙͎̋̇̍̃͠ō̵̳͙̤̼̙̠͙̜̃͆̉̋̋r̸͍͙̬̙̞͙͙͚̙͗̋̇̿͆̌̾̚͝k̵̤̓́i̵̧̬͇̺̗͔̮̮͛́̓̒͌͂̂͐̂n̴̳̥̟̰̱͚͛̍͐͑̔͆̒͑g̸̜͕̬̥̈́͝͝ ̵̩͎̜̪̤͎͙̬̗̹̥̿̅̃͌͛̋̋́̀́̋h̴͕̺̩̮̳̜̯̋́̓̈́͆̍̽̋̐̕̕ḁ̵̙͐̆͜r̵͖̘̯̆̋̓͠o̶̡̡̡͎̗͙͌̕l̷̡̛̛̬̯̮̱͊̊̏͌͗̊̈d̴̬̃͂̃̅́́́’̶̧͚̖̻͍̮͍̤̋̾̋̽͌́̐̀͝͝s̸͖͚̟̾̄̓ ̵̜̳͕̻͗ř̶̨̨̘̤̳̼̝̞͇̿̚ỏ̶̢̬̖͙̭̙͐̓͑̿̄̇̃͠͝ṷ̵̖̠̥̦̫̔̋͐̅͌̃̀́̇̕t̵̗͐̊̑̏̌̍̅̕i̴͓̟̭̓̈̋͌n̶͍̜͖̹̝̹̻̮͔̈́͗͌̉̚̕͝͝ͅͅę̶̢̱͙̫̭́̐̉́͛̋͋́͑͘͘ ̷̭͖͕̹͍̠̺͓̼̩͗̾́̒̋̈́̋͂͝ͅb̸̨̗̣̗̫͔͚̱̭̤̻̍̀͆͒̈́̔͒͌͘a̷͇̲̗͙̪̫̓͒c̶̹̥̻̤͑k̸͕̗̻̅̀͋̉̑̀̐̌̕͝͝ ̵̡͓̱̫̟̖͉̼̭̱͚͒̉̅͌̂͂͠͠į̸̡͔̬̘̟̦̦̼̗̆̂̈́̿̑̏̓̑̓̿ņ̸̱̖͎̩̞͇̝͖͎̓̀̓͜t̷̛̮̟̞̅͝ǫ̶̗̦̬̀̆͊ ̷̢̼̪͕̳̟̜̖͉̹͎̈́͂̓t̸̝̑h̷͉̞̠̲̪̩̙̟̊͜͜é̸̡̫̰̆́̈́̍̓̑̕͠ ̶͓̦̮̥͉́̋̈́͂͒m̷̧̙̒͊̓̀̋́̓̿̚̚͠a̴̛͍̦̰̼̙̣̓̌̿̓̕n̸̞͎͓̻̻̙̠̻̆o̶͇͚̬̊̂͑́̒̾̓͠r̵̤̼̜̜̳̂̽̓̀̔̾̆͒͛͘,̴̛̭̝̬̜̗̟̘̀͑̔̎̓̕ ̶͉͖͗͋͋͘t̵̝͌̕ṟ̷̢̞̬̝͑̏͜y̶͚̼̗͙̤̹̭̼̣͆̌́̍́̀͊̀̀͝ĭ̷͙̰̥̞̓̇n̵̠̏͆g̸̡͍̳͚͎͌̽ ̶̻̈́̿͆͊̋̊̋̑͝ţ̸̢̱͓̮̦̤̟͈̔͋͋̍̓̄̚̕͝o̴̝͈̻͆͊͝ ̸̱͕̠͎̆̍ͅt̵͕̎͌̊̔̀͠ṙ̶̘͌̋̆̀̔͊̋͒̆a̴̦͈͔͈̫̣̫̜͛͐ͅp̵̼̙̪̫̻̙̙͚͛̽́́̿͠ ̷̢̡̟̪̭̰̙̱̌̂͂̑̀̉̓͝͝t̷̫̙̒̌͂̓̐̓̏͘͜h̶̖̞̱̺̩͚̊̑͂̈́͒e̶͚͚̻̳͆ ̴͚̹͇̤̪̄͆̋s̵̢̭͉̾̇̋̐̐̑ḣ̸̺̥̲̫̦̰̳̪̋͗͐̎̈́a̵̛̟̩̲͂͗̽̋̾̀́̓͠d̷̗͍͙͊͆̓̈́̌̉̎̋́͒̇õ̸̺͔̀̓͠ẅ̵̖̠͆̀ ̵̡̖̝̩̯͚̲͖̥͙́̅͋͌͌̂a̶͔̪̦̲͉̪̐̉̆n̷̺̥̩̫͕̣͎̲̘̗̼̊̓ḑ̷͕̫͕̺̞̠̈́̆͆͜ ̸̛͍͍͈̲̐̽̉͜ẗ̴̢̯̩̗̺͗̐̔͒͗̕h̷̞̣̣̣̻͙͕̳̘͒̾̆̒̀̃̎͠͠é̴͇͉̇̔̒n̵̛̫͕̘̋̊̈́̒̀̚ ̷̤̘̥͖̈́͑̆̃̓͆̏͆͜r̸̙͎̲͕̹̪͒̈́̋̽̄͛̊͜͝ȩ̸̛͉͙̣̜̝͈̑̈́́̌̏̈́͛͑̈́̇m̶̠̫̠̮͈̂̿͊̄̈̂̑̊̕͠ò̷̡̙̝̳͍͎̭̉͗̅v̴̥̰̩̌͋͛͊ę̴̢̛̗̹̠͍͉̭̲͚͑̈͛̃ͅ ̶̧̦̙͕̫̳̖̏̇̀̾̉͛͐̆͛͠͠h̴̞̤͔͕́i̶̡̧̘̟̘͚̳̹͚̬̬͛̊̊ṃ̸̦̱͙͕͉̟̺̘̝͋̆̔͝ ̸͉̈́̈́̌̏̍̃̂͝͝f̵̣̙̖́r̵̨͙̤͈̪̦̠̀̉̿̒̆̕͜ở̶͓͙͆̾̊̚̚͠m̴̬̤̬̻͉̠̱̪̻͕̭̈̽̓̏̇̋͝͝ ̷̬̯̗̰̐t̶͚̥̼͎̠̳͛̔́̃̎̇͗̏̕͜͝͝h̸͙͚̠͆̿̄̐̐͗͑̊e̶͔̺̰̗̅̒̓͋ͅ ̸̖͈̫̫͎͈̤͔́̈͘͝ṁ̶̛͙̾̅̒̏̎̒̋a̵̞̪̩̺͖̳̝͌͆͗̀̓̽̕͜͜͠n̸̝͚͈̝͕̗̹̣̮̒͂̇̕ǫ̵̡̖̘̺̼̱̩̪̟̭̓͋̏̈̇́͋̑͘r̶̰͉̼͈̰̫̯̲̲͔̣̽̃͛̿̚ ̴͚̪͛̈͆͛̔̑̌̆͛̚l̷͔̠̞͙̄͒i̸̱͇̜̯̠̟͓̘͛͂̓̈́͌̒̾̌k̷̡̛̠̤̅͂̑͊̓̽́̐ę̶̢̪̮͓͈̹̣̭̻̽͘͜ ̶͑͂͑ͅh̴͚̜̯̻̞̳̰͔͙̠̎̍̈͆͠ȧ̵̹͍̗͎̠̖̬͎̤̌̂̔̏͗̉r̵̳̩̀́̚ô̶̭͉̓͐̎̈́́l̵̛̺͓̅͋̓̑̒̌͐͌d̷͎̳̱͔͓̥̬̝̙͐ ̶̙͍̪̟͂́͋̋̒͆̑̚͝w̶̡̱̫͖̙̃͑̾͘ŗ̵͓̪̞̣̝̹̔̌̓͘ǫ̷̤̳̋̀̊t̸̬̗̗̘͊̉̐̍̂́͑̂͜ę̶̛̠̙͖͙̥̖͕̀͆̓͂͂̌͐̈́.̷̡̙̤̰͉̂ ̶̢̜̗̲̪͔̙̫͖͌͂́̕

... his neck was snapped and he was dead immediately. 

he now lives in the manor with the other ghosts, but avoids just about everyone. he doesn’t use the ouija board often because he genuinely believes that there is no saving any of them, and this is where he ended up because it’s what he deserves. 

full name: wesley lloyd age of death: twenty-seven date of death: june 17th, 2018 cause of death: falling off the cliff beside the manor. face claim: aaron taylor johnson  tells on the ouija board: the planchette moves quickly across the board. appearance: blue oversized hoodie, pair well fitted but not skinny jeans, curly dark brown hair. quick facts: has a broken phone, constantly over talking / sharing, died with a pack of cigarettes in his pocket but no lighter so he can never ghost smoke, had a small music career on youtube front porch step voice claim. police report filed saying he was a missing person / wanted criminal for destroying the manor. grandfather was gerald montgomery lloyd.

Wesley is possibly one of the more dimwitted ghosts you will ever meet. He knows nothing, really, about the manor other than the fact it took his grandfather’s life. The night he came to the manor he was met by Toni. While Wesley didn’t realize this, Toni had clocked him earlier that day chatting with some of the construction crew, and he was intrigued. They spent the night talking about the manor, and the renovations process. Wesley even said he would help considering his grandfather taught him everything he knew. 

But he wasn’t alone that night. His best friend, Theo, came to the manor as well. Theo tried and tried to reason with Wes, telling him not to go to the manor to just grieve his grandfather but he couldn’t break Wesley’s train of thought. So if he couldn’t beat him, he was going to join him. And as the time grew closer to midnight, Theo wanted to head out - go home and just try again tomorrow. Toni, though, insisted the boys stayed to celebrate because his birthday was soon and his plans fell through. 

Theo left, and Wesley remained. Wanting to talk to Toni, hoping maybe he’d figure out something, anything about this fucked up place and the dreams he was having. But the more they drank, and the longer they talked, the deeper they got. Wesley opened up to Toni in a drunken whirlwind about how his grandfather was the only parental figure he had, and the two bonded over the loss of a guardian because Toni understood as well. They talked until the sun rose, the two sat in the kitchen watching as the light hit the house just right. Filling it with warm hues. But staying up so late, and drinking so much, made Wesley a tired boy.

So in one of the guest rooms he slept. And slept. And slept until his phone started to go off at 5 PM. Theo was calling, trying to figure out where he was. And while he sleepily told his friend he was fine and still at the manor, he realized he was completely alone. He could finally look around. While looking through plans for the manor laid out on the kitchen island, the basement door flew open. And of course, he had to go down.

Heading into the basement he found a couple of things, a weird bedroom with children’s toys along with all of the furniture that seemingly used to reside in the home now collecting dust. Poking through the odds and ends he found himself walking down an aisle of old paintings and photographs of the Crenshaws, and mixed in with everything was a tape recorder and a box of tapes.

Playing the recordings, he thought the tapes were destroyed. So old and full of dust they couldn’t even play the recording -- once again, not the brightest crayon in the box -- because these tapes held the ritual that the Crenshaws preformed, summoning the shadow and holding it’s true name and identity. But as he started to play the second tape, he heard Toni calling his name. Shoving the tapes in his pockets he raced upstairs and pretended to be getting something out of the fridge, truly milking the “hangover” he was experiencing from the night before.

His exploring killing so much time, that the sͦ̑u͟n͖̬͕̉ͩͥ began to s̯͕͛͒e̘͕̹ͥ̽͐t͕͉̄̒. When Toni found him, he brought him to the back yard, ḛ̸̘x̤̞̲͉͎͍̰ͭͫͮ͗̔͂ͧp͆l̜̻̹̜̞̞̀ͅă̸̅̈́̒̈̌i̿̆̀̄͑͗̍n̩̜̞ͯ̋̌͝i̻̳͛̿n̖̯̪͉̗͚̖̋ͭ̃̽̇ͥ̓g̓̈́̈҉ ̦͈̼͒̅̊t͙̙̥͈̅̐̂ͣh̘̦̝͉͖ͦ̽̄̿̈e ̤̬̖̺͉̊͐͌͛͑vͬͦ͐͛̿̓ͭiȩ͓͍̝̼̲̖ͮ̊͌̅̇̒̓ͅẘ̨̻̠ͪ ̗̝̥̰͍͓̗͊̾͊ͨͥ̄̏͞o̰̱͂͌f̗͈̩̹͙̰͙̽ͩ͑ͤͤ̽̅ ̂̎ͫ̚ť͉̯͉͍̃̃͂h̰͈̙̺̼̹͍͋ͨ́͂ͫͥ̓͞e ̵͈̰̗̤̰̗̥ͦ͂̊̊̔ͨ̇s̷̙͈̔̏u̬̤͈̗̐̿̃ͯṉ̛̲̘̻͈̦̬ͪ̌ͧ̔̄̿͐s͝éͥ̂͊̈t was incredible from o̝̞̭̙̟͐ͯ͂̂̏ṋ̺̙͈̺̘̝͍̱̠̭̣̖̂ͧ̂̓ͬ̍̎̒ͣͤ̑̆̋͟e̻̙̳̦̲͈͖͚̲͕̭ͬ̏ͦ̋ͦͪͫ̊ͭ̏̑ ̦̺̗̺̲͉̦̦̠̮̹̺̫̥̉̓͗̐̽ͥ͊ͣ̒ͭ̀̄ͤͪs̬̝̜̱̫̻̹̙̤̲̭̜̭̥̎̀̒͌ͥ̅̏ͤ̊͗̌͐̋͊i̪͎̖͓̱̯̟̰̻̹̦ͬͪ̽͑͆͌ͬ͌̔͋͒n̺̦͙̖̭͗̿͛ͥ͌ġ̘̺̤̠̖͍̲̪̜̊ͧ͋ͨ͂͋̏ͪlͩͧ̎ͤe̺̟͕̠̬̋͋̿̏͊ ͔̣͘̕͞s͎̗͈̳̗̝̺̝ͩ͌̽̀͋͌̓̅p̧̦̯̝͚̘̪̞̩o͎̣̭̝̭͚͖͚͉̒̋́ͤ̀̉̓̊̈tͯͮ͆̏̀͋͋͐̽̈́ͨ̌̔͗ͥ҉̴̗̺̩͚̜̬͚͇͓̙͕͎̲̹̞͟.. ... h̴͉̃ị̶͕͉͗͒͛s̸̺̳̮͚̈́ ̴̝͍̳͗b̴̨͚͕̼͛͊o̸̢͙͈͓͒̓́͌d̸̝̜͝ỹ̸̠͖͛̈́͜͠ͅ ̴͖͔̰͈̀̈́͒s̴̺̰̬̾̊̔ṱ̴̩̍̄ͅi̸̛̦̳̱̟͐͘l̷͎̗̯̿l̶̬͛̃̄̈́ ̷̢̤̄r̷̮̲̘̣̋̊̀̕e̴̮̱̒͛͛̀m̷̟͓̰̹̅̍͑a̷͍͋̃̕͝í̷̳̔̈́͘n̸̘̜͙̭̆̈́̏s̵̛̪̝̚ ̵̢͕́͆a̶͙̰̲̿t̸͚̙̮́ ̷̼̓̐͠ț̷͐h̷̲̻͙̅͠è̵̮̖̀̒̚ ̷͙̔ͅb̸̼͈͛̈ô̷͎̎̏͘ţ̶̝̮̗͊t̷̨̠̾́̌͒ơ̴̅͑̔ͅͅm̸͓̅̈́̕͝ ̸̺̖̐o̸̢̊̂́f̶̦̖̙͘͝ ̸̨̩͌ţ̵̭̃̔͜h̴̩̱̮̅e̵̻̮̠̍̿̓̐ ̶̞͉̠̺̎̎̓c̴̨̈́̅́l̴̟̍̿̓̄i̷̯̰͍̽̒̓ͅf̷̡̢̞̱͐f̶̹̲̮͐̍ ̵̖̯͕̩̏̔́̀b̸̧̜̦̹̔ṷ̶̞̺͓̂ẗ̸̜̼́̒̈͜ ̴̖̦̐̃̐̚i̸͉͓͝n̴͈̳̅ ̴̹͐̕a̶̡͙̱̓͑͝ ̷̛͇̐̏͘ṣ̸̪̝̏͌͐h̶̨̰̪̆̈̕a̴͖̭͙͛l̷̠͇̫̑͜l̸̤̺̂ö̶̜́̂́͝w̵͔͑͠ ̷̱̫̃͠ģ̷̻̩͂̋̿͠ŗ̵̢͙̮̈́̀̕a̶͙̩̔̒͐͆͜v̵̧̜͚̹̂ȇ̵̪̤̎̕.

The next time he opens his eyes, he’s met with Imogen kneeling beside him with a faint, welcoming smile. It’s then she explains his death in a way that weirdly calms him. What happened next, though, caused his entire ghostly world to spiral. His grandfather’s ghost was still in the manor, just as he thought, and he looked just as disappointed as his dreams.