To Witness a Ghostly Dance.
The haunted, the all seeing and the dead in spirit. Three teenagers in a town, town full of secrets, town full of dead girls. They wants them both, they want them too. Nothing and perfection are after a medium, the medium may be a death and a saviour to them both.Â
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Cws: Spoilers for Gluttony Gods and stories connected to Gluttony Gods, ghosts, mentions of deaths, suicide, this was commissioned! creative liberty towards witchcraft and medium kind of
You were on a plane, a twelve hour long flight ahead of you. You were wondering how youâve got to this point, leaving the comfort of your past life behind, leaving for a small town waiting for its end, for an apocalypse to make it holy and deserving of tears. Then you look at the boy next to you, the boy self-made, dug his way out of a girl shell, painted himself after the devil and taunted towns with his sin and decay.Â
You still remembered the day his rot invaded your life.Â
You were at school, a sad place full of people who wore ânormalâ like a badge of honour and wanted to burn you on a stake like the witches from Salem. Being known as the weird one, the medium doing witchcraft and persuading the gothic lifestyle, it was like a death sentence for your social life and reputation. Not like you cared. You didnât.Â
Your life was nice. Cards and spirit, fire and pendulums, spells and prayers. You loved it. Loved the ghosts youâve seen and worked with, performing witchcraft was like playing with barbies for you, you did it since you were a small child and it never left you, it only grew stronger.Â
You didnât need those ordinary people as your friends. They were empty, cared too much about how they're seen, talked about money, power and glory, nothing else mattered. They called you names, pointed at you and laughed, yet at the end of the day the most popular girls would come to you and ask for a love reading, the jocks would ask about their sports career. You should turn them back, tell them to fuck off, but digging out their secrets was far too exciting, if only you had someone whoâd laugh at them with you.Â
And thatâs when the apotheosis came into your life.Â
He and his decay. He and his boyishness found underneath a girlâs skin. Ronin Beaufort. Beaufort as in the devilâs heir, or thatâs how he introduced himself to you. At first you didnât care, another emo guy whoâd turn into one of the others after a week. Or so you thought, The lack of interest left you the moment you saw the hoard of ghosts surrounding him.Â
Men with twisted necks, priests with broken limbs and crushed heads. Gore in spirit. Gore in murder. And he was the artist, proud of the work, proud of being a creator.Â
âI challenged God yâknow.â He told you once, when you two sat in his fatherâs truck, you shuffled your cards while he smoked a cigarette. âI kill what Heâs made, I turn somethings into nothings I bring ruin to what He created.â You stopped shuffling then, looked at him and laughed. Laughed at how amusing it was to you, a boy made into the devil. Boy made into a devil heâs not. Heâd raise his eyebrow and ask why youâre laughing. âItâs âcause youâre more of a saint than you are a devil.â Your response was.Â
Another time, this time back at your house, in your room, on your bed. He was laying on his back and you were trying to communicate with a ghost, a spirit you didnât know and wondered why it followed you.Â
âHey.â He said, black irises looking at you like the void tried to consume you.Â
âWhat?â You asked, stopping the ghost seance. It wonât work if youâve already broken it.Â
âDo me a reading, woudja?â A question you didnât expect. He never cared about your witchery, he was only ever curious about the ghosts, the secrets you hid.Â
âWhatdya wanna know, Beaufort?â You asked, getting up and moving to your altar, a table with all your witchcraft and whatnot stuff placed on it. The only part of your room that wasnât a mess, untouched by spirits, kept in an order by you. You picked up the cards, Marigoldâs deck, mysterious and dark, for some hard to read. Just like the one who asked for the reading.Â
You sat on the floor, pat the spot in front of you. Ronin joined you, sitting cross-legged with his arms behind him. âHow is my⊠olâ friend doinâ?â He said, with a hesitation in his voice when he said âfriendâ, there was something hidden deep in his heart. You didnât ask.Â
âName.âÂ
âWhat?â
âThat friendâs name. I need it.âÂ
âOh.â He said, the confusion disappearing from his face. âTher. Their name is Ther.â The way he said it sounded like he wanted to explain to the world what their name was, like the whole universe was calling them by a wrong name.Â
And maybe it was the truth.Â
You shuffled the cards. Three fell out. You placed them in front of you and slowly turned them around. Three black cards, white and gold details making for the only colours showing on the cards. The figures on them are skeletons, skulls and flowery details.Â
âHmâŠâ You hummed.Â
âWhat?â He asked, curious.Â
âYour friendâs doing bad.â You grabbed the first card and turned it around so heâd see better. âNine of swords.â There were indeed nine swords on the card and a skullâs jaw, five of these swords with their blades turned towards the bone like theyâre about to cut into it. âMental and emotional turmoil, sleepless nights and anxiety. Theyâre stressed heavily about something.â You didnât look at him, turning around another card. âHermit reversed.â A figure sitting on a rock, wearing a tunic. The skeleton held a lantern in its hand. âThey feel lonely and isolated, they either donât have friends or the people around them are fake.âÂ
You smiled at the last one after you turned it around for him. âThe devil, huh?â He picked it up and looked at the image of two skeletons, one with a fake areola over its head and a snake around its neck making its way to the other skeleton to choke it. They were holding hands, as if they just signed off a perfect deal.Â
âThinking itâs about you? Nah. They feel trapped, stuck in the life they need to lead. Maybe even deceived or forced.â You took the card from him and collected the rest two, putting them back into the deck.Â
Ronin was deep in thought. ââs weird.â
âWhat is?â
âHow well it read them. Lonely, trapped and anxious. Just like the Estridge I know.â He sighed. âGood job, darl.âÂ
And then you met them.Â
The devilâs âfriendâ, but Angelwoodâs spirits told you the angsty love story already. Therâs the lover, his lover.Â
But this person⊠this girl who looked at you wasnât Ther. It was Ethereality, the Estridgeâs girl, walking perfection, future prom queen.Â
âSheâs dead.â You said. The first words to leave your mouth after Ronin introduced you.Â
Ethereality furrowed her eyebrows, her blue eyes digging into you with confusion and a bit of jealousy. Jealousy that you were next to Ronin and they didnât know how close you were with him. âWhat?â They asked, tone cold and irritated.Â
You looked at Ronin, he wasnât looking at you, his eyes locked on Ther, he didnât have to be a medium to see what you saw.
âYouâre dead. Dead in spirit, only a walking body, like a doll. Pretty, still empty.â You took a few steps forward, standing at Estridgeâs side. âSoon, even your body will be dead. A pretty corpse, with broken ribs and a corset sliced through the skin.â You whispered. They didnât want Ronin to know and you respected that decision.Â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â They tried to be sweet, like the kind, well behaved girl they were supposed to be.Â
You still saw through it, saw the shock, the fear. They know. Oh god they fucking know.Â
Your next encounter with Estridge wasnât too far from your first one, it was just you and her. Ronin was nowhere to be seen, leaving you there with them, like itâs a trial to see if you can see them as well as he can. And, of course, you can.
âI see you took off the corset.â You said, eyeing them up and down, your gaze lingering on their waist.Â
Ther didnât reply at first. They pretended that you donât exist. Like youâre the wind, blowing somewhere in the background and just imitating a personâs voice.Â
But you were real. And that got on their nerves. You and your mystery. You were like the night sky, full of stars, each one shining brighter than the other. You were the galaxy, the galaxy with a new moon, moon that was nothing, nothing like an everything-devouring black hole. Next to the moon there was something missing, something to light up the sky and create day. Something like the sun, burning brightly enraged, Angry at what the world tried to make it be.Â
âWhat do you even want from me?â They asked, not looking at you. Itâs like looking at you alone would curse them, make them fall, set their perfect wax wings on fire.Â
âNothinâ. I want nothing.â You replied and reached inside your bag, taking out a necklace, wax on the pendant, keeping it close. You handed it to them. âTake it.âÂ
âWhy?â They asked, yet they still reached out for it, feeling a connection.Â
âItâs a spell, will make your spirit stronger.â When they raised an eyebrow you chuckled. âItâs sâposed to keep you healthy, a friend asked me to make it. Heâs worried yâknowâŠâ You trailed off.Â
Ther scoffed and squeezed the necklace in their hand. âRo⊠Beaufortâs not my friend. Heâs a nobody.âÂ
âYet you canât help your obsession with him.â You leaned closer to their ear. âAnd now Iâm your new obsession too.âÂ
They hated the way they wanted to know you, the interest they felt towards you. She shouldnât feel that way, she has Craig. Her beloved abuser boyfriend.Yet, they couldnât help themselves. You were everywhere around, alone or with Ronin, you looked at them deep in thought, then youâd bring them a new necklace, a stone, magic-somethings that were supposed to make them healthier.Â
And for some reason they did feel better.Â
Maybe it was Ronin barging into their life, killing Etherality for them, maybe it was you seeing and caring. Maybe it was both.Â
âWhy did you even come here?â They asked once. You three were in the Cradle, Ronin was standing close to the swings, smoking a cigarette he stole. You two and Ther were sitting on the swings.Â
You turned to look at them and smiled. âWhat if I said it was âcause of you?â You asked, your head tilted to the side, you wanted to see their reaction.Â
âBullshit. You came here because of Ro.âÂ
Ronin laughed at their words, finding them amusing. He knew the true reason after all.Â
âWhatâs so funny?âÂ
âYour idea is, princess. âs not why they came here.â He let the burned cigarette fall to the ground and then stepped over it. âBut Iâll let the witchy psychic do the talking.âÂ
âOh thank you for your generosity.â You rolled your eyes. âI didnât lie, youâre the reason, or a part of it.â You looked up, the moon hidden behind the clouds, like it didnât want to even look at Angelwood.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âProm Queen curse and dancing ghosts.â You said simply. âI wanted to see what the deal was. Ro here told me about Ridge Grave and how you can see ghosts dance around the stone angel when the moon is in a perfect position⊠I want to see it.â There was fire burning in your eyes. A yearning for mystery. You could be interested in Ronin, even a little in love with him when he first appeared in your life, but if it wasnât for the secrets of Angelwood you would never go with him. Love wasnât worth leaving a whole life behind in your morale, but ghosts and curses? Oh, you would go to the other side of the globe just to see that damn dance with your own eyes.Â
âSo⊠you came here because of a curse?â Ther asked, their eyes widened in shock. It sounded so absurd to them.Â
âFucked ainât it?â Ronin stood by their side, using their head as an armrest. âIf I knew itâs all it would take I would get âem to come here way faster.â He chuckled.Â
âAnd what about it connects to me?â They raised an eyebrow.Â
âYouâre close to your crowning Estridge, the curse would apply to you too.â You flicked their forehead. âI thought you were the smartest one here.âÂ
They bite their lower lip. âYou believe in that curse?âÂ
âTch, is that even a question? Iâm into witchcraft and ghosts, whatdya think?â You cackled. âWhat? Scared youâll die? Or maybe thatâs what youâre hoping for?â You looked them in the eyes, like you wanted to read their mind through the deep blue.Â
âDidnât you say that Iâm dead already?âÂ
âI said youâre dead in spirit and almost in body. I never said which you tho.â You didnât finish the sentence, leaving it up to Ther to realise what you meant.Â
You three stood in the bathrooms, or rather, you and Ronin were standing. Ther was kneeling in front of the toilet, you held their hair. Craig shit talked you and Ronin again, tried to teach Ethy a lesson for talking to you two. You and Ronin stepped in, you said seven random words in Latin while Ronin did the typical shooting a finger gun straight into the jockâs forehead. Being the Angelwoodâs Lucifer and Lilith in the making was enough to scare off Estridgeâs perfect husband-to-be and get him to back off.Â
No matter how hard you tried, Ther still ended up running off to the damned bathrooms.Â
âI canât take it anymore.â They said, half laughing half sobbing. âLeave me alone, let me be happy.â You and Ronin winced, their words hurt even if you both knew that they weren't their true thoughts.Â
âAnd leave you here to rot? Nah. Iâd rather set this damn town on fire and burn with it.â Ronin replied, sliding down on the wall to sit in front of them. âWe know that youâre not happy, youâve killed your pride already, donât kill yourself.âÂ
âItâs better to die than live like this.â They practically spitted out the words.Â
âThen die.â You said. Both of them raising their heads to look at you.Â
âWhat?â Ther asked.Â
You smiled like you were about to say the sweetest thing ever. âKill Ethereality. Sheâs already on her last breaths. Kill her and become Ther. Embrace death like itâs your new beginning.â You were holding something in your hand, it was a pink box, with bows and pretty lace.Â
âYa just keep the most random shit in your bag.â Ronin said, amazed.Â
âIt's practical.â You shrugged.Â
You gave the box to Ther, watched as they turned the box around in their hands. They opened it, expecting something to be inside, but it was empty.Â
âWhy are you giving this to me?âÂ
âItâs for Ethyâs memorial. Put all the things most connected to her. Weâll give her a proper goodbye. Ridge Grave will have its new dead prom queen and youâll have your new beginning.âÂ
And with that you left, letting the childhood lovebirds do their thing and Ther think more about the funeral for the girl who they were forced to live as. You expected what choices theyâd make.Â
After all, your cards were usually right.Â
A full moon graced Angelwood with its presence, even dared to look down at the town, letting it bask in its light before its upcoming apocalypse⊠if there was one to come that is.Â
You were putting on your protective charms, you didnât know what entities were in the cemetery and getting a corrupted ghost, or even a demon - which would be quite ironic, wasnât really in your plans for the night. All you wanted was to show Ther and Ronin your world, allow them to taste spirituality, maybe even fall in love with it as much as you loved it.Â
Loving ghosts⊠thatâs certainly something.Â
At least you could be proud of being another walking tragedy stepping on the holy grounds.Â
âReady?â You asked the two standing in front of you.Â
Ronin was looking as nonchalant as ever, black holes locked onto you, then looking down at the bracelets in your hands. âAwh, worried weâll meet demons?â He asks and takes one from you, the black and red one, with a small skull made of bone.
âMore or less, no one knows what those spirits are. Iâd rather not have to perform a do-it-yourself exorcism and cleansing ritual in the middle of a graveyard.â You shrugged and gave the second charm to Ther. Beautiful bracelet with pink, blue and purple beads and a lily made of bone.
They put it on and look at the flower closely. âI didnât know you were into arts and crafts.âÂ
You smirked proudly. âYouâve yet to know me, Estridge.â You looked down at your own bracelet, one in your favourite colours with a bat, also carved from bone. âCâmon. I want to see the dancing prom queens in their ghostly catastrophe.â You took their hands and pulled them to follow you.Â
You didnât know where Ridge Grave was, or at least thatâs what Ronin and Ther thought. They were caught off guard when you took the lead and actually were going the correct path and the graveyard wasnât any close to the town, it was far away like they tried to hide it.Â
In reality the only reason why you took the correct path was because of the ghosts, you felt their energy and it led you, you saw them in front of you, showing you the way, inviting you to their place of rest like youâre a long awaited guest.Â
And maybe to them you were. After all, ghosts didnât bend to time, they could know you already even if for you it would be the first meeting with them.Â
âYouâre almost thereâŠâÂ
âOne more street and youâll arrive.âÂ
They whispered to you. Their voices came from all around you and you just followed their words. Spirits were always your guides and almost never did they betray you, almost because youâve met a few unfriendly individuals over the years.Â
âAnd weâve arrived.â You announced.Â
In front of you was a graveyard made of neat rows of graves piled by the walls, a stone angel in the middle of this all, her hands clasped together like she was in an eternal prayer for all of those who rest in this land.
Ridge Grave was more than just neatly placed graves and a stone figure in the middle of it. It had secrets. Ghosts of girls who killed themselves after meeting the boys of Angelwood, pictures of the saints on their graves âMay the Holy Father forgive you for your sinâ engraved into the marble plate, right under their names. Graves for kids who just wanted to be themselves, graves for kids who loved who they wanted and never hurt anyoneÂ
Graves for kids who were hurt by Angelwood for not being perfect.Â
Whimpering ghosts, upset ghosts, happy ghosts. Thatâs what most graveyards youâve seen were surrounded by. This one? This was just overflowing with sadness.Â
Ronin inhaled like he had arrived back home. âAh, Ridge Grave, how I missed you.â He giggled, twisted and rough.Â
âMissing the place of your burial?â You raised an eyebrow.Â
âI did return from the dead, sweetheart.â He said to you.Â
Ther sighed. âYou and your second coming.âÂ
âSoon youâll have yours too.â You ruffled Therâs hair, earning an outraged âughâ in response.Â
You three bantered for a little more, obviously flirting⊠using death as a love reference. Each to their own how your family used to say.Â
A weird energy started to gather around the stone angel, it wasnât corrupted or malicious like the negative entities youâve met before. This energy was just confusing. It felt like electricity caressing your skin whenever you outstretched your hand towards it. It was warm too, warm in a human-warm way. You were lost there, but you didnât have time to think.Â
âHide.â
âWhat?â Ther and Ronin asked.
âWe have to hide. Come on!âÂ
You three ended up hiding behind one of the cryptâs, ironic as it could be, it was the Estridgeâs crypt.Â
âGood hiding spot, darl.â Ronin whispered and you elbowed him.
âShh.â You silenced him before he could say anything more and focused on looking at the energy.
It started to change, swish around and form into something else. Something more human. Something more girl-shaped.Â
There they were.Â
Four girls. For girls in long dresses, prom crowns on their heads, holes in place for their hearts. There was mist around them and only them. They were swaying their hands, turning around, singing a sad song, the wind their melody. They held hands and circled around the angel. Tears ran down their faces, then they giggled sweetly like it was the happiest moment in their existence.Â
You were looking at it breathlessly. Something was pulling you towards them, like a sirenâs call, dangerous yet so tempting. You couldnât take your eyes off of them, watching them dance so effortlessly and freely around their god.Â
âOh shit. Theyâre real.â Ther whispered.Â
They and Ronin held your hands so it wasnât so shocking that they too could see the scene unfold. You were like a connection between them and the spiritual world, they could see every ghost and figure haunting the nearest area. They could hear the sad song.
They could have a taste of your life.Â
âTheyâre⊠beautifulâŠâ You said.Â
You were about to approach them, disturb the dance or maybe join it. You felt connected to them. You wanted to be with them.Â
But Ronin pulled you back, you tried to push him away, but only ended up making yourself and him fall to the ground. You heard him grunt after your head hit his chest.Â
Thatâs when you returned to reality.Â
The energy vanished, no more singing, no more mist. Just the ordinary sad ghosts of loving kids and broken girls around you. You looked around, looking for any trace of the dancing girls, but there was nothing, not even in the alley made especially for them.Â
âI guess itâs all from the dance huh.â You murmured.Â
âYeah. Maybe youâd be kind enough to let me stand up darlinâ, unless ya want to cuddle up on the grass with me.â Roninâs voice came from under you and you quickly got up.Â
âSorry, sorry, Youâre really good as a pillow, yâknow that Beaufort?âÂ
âYeah, yeah, Estridge already proved that to me.âÂ
He took your hand and you helped him up. For some time none of you spoke up, lost in their own heads with their own thoughts.Â
âSo. How was it?â You asked, looking at them with your arms folded over your chest.Â
âWhat was what?â Asked Ther.Â
âSeeing ghosts, seeing my world, or at least a piece of it.âÂ
You looked at them expectedly, wanting to hear their thoughts, know their reactions and opinions. If you wanted to keep them in your life, you needed them to accept your life, the ghosts and the spells.Â
The first one to answer was Ronin.
âIt was⊠strangely beautiful. Iâve always heard ghosts, and ya know it best, witchy. But this? This was a whole different layer of fucked up. Seeing ghosts, seeing the queens dance and sing. It was like the most grotesque shit in my life.â You saw excitement in his eyes. Hunger even.Â
Beaufort wanted to explore everything new to him. His hunger for the unknown was stronger than the one for murder. So it wasnât a surprise to see him be so invested in the ghosts and spirits, they were a complete mystery to him.Â
Ther was quiet for a while longer, looking at the bracelet on their wrist and then giggling. âOh, so thatâs what I can become? A sad ghost dancing in Angelwood forever?â Their laughter turned to a more twisted note. âAh, how fucking funny.â They walked up to you, cupped your cheek with their hand and smiled. âThank you for showing me this⊠They were amazing and seeing them was eye opening in a way. Your world. Itâs so fascinatingly weird. Just like you.â They smiled and you felt your cheeks heating up.Â
âAnything for you, Estridge dear.â You answered. âIâm really happy you two liked my world so much. Iâll be sure to show you more of it soon.â You said. A promise for a future together. A promise for a life together. In body and soul.Â
The night of prom came. You all were in your own respective houses, doing your own things.Â
Ther was getting ready, the pink box in their bag, sealed with wax just like you asked them. The girl in their mirror was perfect, or thatâs what their parents told them, but they couldnât bear to look at their reflection. Feeling like theyâll turn into stone.Â
Ronin was smoking a cigarette outside of the house, waiting for you to come out. For this occasion he even wore a suit, after all it was Estridgeâs funeral day, she deserved the best attire from the witnesses of her last hours.Â
You were getting ready, packed the most important stuff into your bag - you would leave Angelwood for good after this. Ronin stole someoneâs car after you announced that youâre not leaving everything you arrived with behind. Youâre the only one with no deep connection to Angelwood, your things donât belong in there anyway.Â
âReady for the last ball, witchy?â Ronin asked after you left the house, dressed in your best clothes. Someone has to lead Etherealityâs funeral ceremony. And that someone can as well be you.Â
âYeah, it should be the last of my things.â You said, putting the last of your bags into the truck. âItâs sad, you two will have to share my clothes for a while, at least til weâre with my fam.â You called your parents beforehand, announcing your return with two teenagers in need of a roof above their heads. Your parents, already used to the weirdest things happening in their life, after all youâve got to get the witchcraft and spirits from somewhere, agreed to let Ronin and Ther stay with you.Â
The prom has finished, Ethy won, Craig ⊠thereâs no reason to discuss the dead anyway.Â
You three came back to Ridge Grave, the car parked right outside of it. With bloodied hands, Ronin took the shovel from the truck and tossed it over his shoulder.Â
âCâmon, weâve got a prom queen to bury.â He said and started to walk to the entrance.Â
You looked back at Ther, hesitation and fear in their eyes. Being Etherality was all theyâve known, at least for most of their life whenever you or Beaufort werenât there to destroy the perfect mask and stop the play. You outstretched your hands towards them, an inviting, calming smile on your lips. Hesitating, they took your hand and let you lead them through the graves, to the very end of the graveyard. Ronin was already digging, a dirt mountain was growing next to the hole.Â
âOkay, thatâs deep enough, thanks.â You said. âAll of us have to stand on each side of the hole, Ther you take the middle.â You said, giving out orders. There had to be some for the ritual to actually feel real and have some real power.Â
âTher. Give me Etherealityâs soul.â You said, looking at the box in their hand.Â
They gave it to you, you inspected it and after nodding in approval of the wax seal, you dropped it into the hole, a thud sound echoing through the seemingly empty place - it was never empty, ghosts were everywhere.Â
âWeâve all gathered here to mourn a death and celebrate a rebirth. From a girl to a god, from a broken saint to a perfect sin.â You said. You reached inside your bag, taking three tarot cards out from the same deck you used for Roninâs reading. âFor that, this soul needs three guides, to support it and care for it when it meets its end.â You continued and started throwing in the cards. âThe Hierophant in reverse, a man seeking independence and straying from destructive traditions. The High Priestess, a guide in spirit, theyâll forever be seen by the intuitive medium and never experience loneliness. And finally, death. For the one who is reborn and starts a new life, the one who had to share a body with the deceased, the one who will mourn the departure the most.â After throwing in all of the cards you all buried back the hole, leaving the cards and box underground.Â
Ther was standing there silent, truly looking like they mourn this loss, this loss of their femininity, of this play they were forced to take part in. Then, they started laughing, tears running down their cheeks and laughter mixed in with sobs. âIs that really all it took⊠Eighteen years of this hell and now⊠now we can get out?â They looked at you and Ronin, mascara getting smudged from their tears but they didnât care. Their dress was soaked in blood from what happened back at prom anyway.Â
Ronin approached them first, cupping their face and kissing their forehead. âYeah. And now, true life begins. Probably not a very less fucked up one, but,â he smirked, ânow we can leave this shithole behind and roam anywhere we wanna.â He turned to look at you. âAnd with witchy here? We might even experience some real insane shit happen.âÂ
You scoffed and elbowed him when you got to them. âOh, donât get obsessed with the spirits now, Ro. Youâll scare them off.â You said jokingly.Â
Then you looked at Ther, a gentle smile on your lips.Â
âWelcome to your new life, Ther. A life full of fuckery and insanity. A life truly worth living.âÂ
I am really happy about this piece ^^
I hope you all will love it too
Nate <3
EDIT: hi hi! I thought it would be important to note that:
Ridge Grave, prom queen curse, rebirth of Ther, dancing ghosts
Come from a project made by rosesrot! I took inspiration from said project to write this piece, so it's a sort of retelling of it! I just thought it would be needed to let you know that (I - unfortunately - am not as creative as to make a whole curse up </3 maybe one day....)














