they're walking the property of wayan givens old abode, standing tall above the rest of the old houses in the area. the man was wealthy, that much was evident, but he was also cruel. committed suicide aftr murdering his second wife and their two children, in an attempt to appease some cosmic god. what a load of bullshit.
tucking her fingers into the pockets of her jeans, the blonde shifts her weight from one foot to another, before she feels a shiver work it's way up her spine at the sound of tim's speaking.
"that place looks like it hasn't been touched in years. "
she nods over to him, pulls a hand out and points to the second window on the top floor.
"ain't nobody kept up with it after the murder suicide. that's where it happened. people say the house is haunted though, i don't know if i believe in ghosts, but i believe there's some bad energy in this place.
she takes a step on the porch and listens to the sound of creaking stairs, seeing if it can hold her weight before taking more steps along the inside.
"i don't remember him much, my grandpa, or my grandma for that matter. his second wife was younger - hence the two young kids while my dad was already grown. sometimes i feel like he's haunting me for my choices - y'know, giving up against the whole cult-kind of bullshit that they were involved in."
as she mentions him, she shivers again, this time feeling a presence press against her throat, a gruff whisper in her ear of unintelligible noise.
"i don't think we're alone, anymore, tim." she says, glancing back at the man who's stayed off the porch. she takes a few steps further, before reaching the front door.
"you coming?" she turns to ask @guttcrson, before speaking once more. her heart is thundering in her chest, but she has to face her demons one by one to make sure that she can get over this. "or are you gonna make me do this all by myself?"