#haunt.start

lingering at the front door of the house that used to plague his nightmares, julian heaved a heavy sigh of exasperation, mostly at his own hesitance. he swore he would never return to this god awful place only to be swallowed up in it again because the holier-than-thou laila had plans for it that no one else in the family would dare agree to. he only planned on entering to rip up the release form in front of her undoubtedly disappointed face. so, why was he having so much trouble opening the damn door?

“ but ghosts? my word, what a waste of time. ” 

She could feel the creaks and groans of the house reverberating as if the cold and abandoned joints of it were finally waking up. Hill House had always felt cold. As if it was ready to crumble, held together like broken bones in a makeshift splint. It was only fitting that their broken family returned back to the place that had hammered into their lives with such a force that none of them had truly ever recovered. Pulling her leather gloves up tights around her wrist, out of nervous habit, she hesitantly stepped over the threshold. 

“ it must’ve been fun to be a criminal in the 80′s. ”