#jer talks

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE . . .

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𓆩♡𓆪 a scream!obx au !

𓆩♡𓆪 content warnings ! [ blood, gore, scream canon typical violence, slashers, paranoia, murder, manipulation, just in general all things slasher movie vibes, original characters ]

── oo. the beginning of the end !

The police had solved the case. The mysterious murders that burdened the small town of Fallenridge with a cheap halloween costume had come to the final show. The culprits? A rich playboy who never grew out of his high school glory. His right-hand-man was his high school best friend.

Finally, after weeks of torture and gruesome murders, the case had been cracked. With a few assumptions and some prior domestic disputes, they made their way to the house of the playboy's former wife.

What they found would haunt the officers for years to come. The ex-wife lying on the floor, one arm around her screaming toddler, pool of blood encasing her like a twisted bubble.

Her eyes were open, but lifeless. Somehow, even in her final moments, she'd managed to keep her child close. Her toddler clung to her, screaming as tears streamed down her face. Blood splatters were everywhere, all over her pretty pink nighties.

That child's name, much like her past, were crucial parts of this story. In the years to come, her name would get lost in translation, hidden by sealed records and privacy concerns.

But sealed records couldn't block her trauma from herself, and Adelaide Manson would forever know what her family named really entailed.

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The sun was beating down at what would be an unbearable heat if it wasn't for the breeze. Adelaide's suitcase came to a stop with her, and she sighed as she looked around her new home. It was unfurnished, but it was home now. She tried to see the positive aspects. 

She wrapped her hair up in a bun, beads of sweat at the nape of her neck. "Well, here goes nothing," she mumbled, starting to get unpacking.

It took a few hours, but finally, she was done. She didn't have much, and she still didn't have furniture besides an air mattress, but she was content. The Outer Banks, far away from everything she needed to run from.

She'd managed to get a nice house on a nice part of town, just shy of the tourist attractions. That's where she liked it. Where police patrolled and there was less crime. Well, hopefully. She knew rich people were just as criminal, if not more, than poor people.

But, a girl could dream.

After spending hours in the house, she decided to go to the local restaurant to get some much needed food. Named The Wreck, it was on the edge of the tourist part of town, near the opposite side of town from Adelaide.

She sighed as she sat at a table, waiting for her food. Her leg bounced up and down, a tic she's had for years. Really, forever. Her attention came back when two people walked up to her. They both smiled kindly at her, and she smiled back.

"Hey, I'm Rafe," the man introduced.

"I'm Sarah," the woman introduced herself next.

"You must be new, never seen you before," Rafe said.

Adelaide nodded. "Yeah- yeah, I'm Adelaide," she replied softly, leg still bouncing.

He smiled, nodding. "Well, welcome to the Outer Banks."

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hi ghost! i guess im proud that i finally got the guts this summer to be more open about myself with others