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« on: October 15, 2016, 09:03:18 pm »

“It happens every ten years,” Ashley said casually, sitting on the front desk of the freshmen class with too many awkward, round, preteens staring at her with their greasy faces and tacky costumes. Her polished, flat, black shoes kicked back and forth—white stockings up to her knees with little blue bows at the sides.

“A ghost slips in to one of the classrooms of Whitehall Valley High, desperate to be with other children, desperate to have friends and to feel alive again. And the students of the class don’t even notice, thinking the ghost is really one of them all year until that night… until this night.” Her voice pitched, those eyes widening with their white contacts over once brown irises. Her blue dress was soaked in blood across the front, practically black at her middle.

“You see. It’s tradition to put up class photos on Halloween at Whitehall.” She touched the big, glossy photo laying on the desk beside her of all those fresh faces. “And that’s when the ghost realizes it’ll all come to an end—sooner or later, all of their friends will forget them the way the living always do and it just can’t let that happen. So…” Her voice dropped, her legs stopped kicking, and her body leaned forward toward all of those captivated children. “The ghost kills them, one by one, to keep all of their friends trapped here forever.”

Several let out little laughs and heaves of breath. One sassy thing even stood up, hand to her hip in her witch costume. “That’s not true! Where would the ghost even come from?”

The others started whispering about Rosalind Meyers.

“This school is full of ghosts. Some say they even take your form and steal your life!” Ashley looked up toward the door just then, eyes wide and mouth dropping before she pointed and let out a shrieking scream that had all the kids jumping to their feet. There in the doorway stood her own double, in the exact same outfit and lenses and perfectly shoulder length brown hair. The class went into a new set of screams before Ashley and Amanda, in the doorway, exploded with giggles.

A rainbow haired girl pushed in past Amanda to look at the classroom of Halloween clad kids and the shoot Ashley a firm glare. “You’re supposed to be upstairs!” Charlotte berated, holding the door open and standing her ground until the two wicked seniors marched out. Charlotte had been at the school since morning doing all sorts of games and events for the younger students—which were finally winding down now that they were prepping for the senior party upstairs and more and more of the older students were arriving.

Charlotte skirted into the classroom after the other two had left. She’d colored her once blonde hair into a rainbow ombre and glued a spiraling, glittery horn to the top of her forehead. Her fake lashes were white and big and matched the layer of body glitter she’d smeared her face, neck, chest and arms in. After that, it was just a matter of a white top and white jeans. The only pair she had, had torn knees so she’d even smeared glitter on her kneecaps. “Sorry about that. It’s really just an old story. I’ve been here all four years and nothing spooky has ever happened… aside from Ashley and Amber.” Some of the kids smiled. “Have fun trick-or-treating tonight you guys! Enjoy it because in a couple years you’ll be too old and have to hang out at lame parties at the school instead!” Their spirits lifted and she whisked back out of the room to let them finish gathering their things.

She made her way up the old stairwell, orange and black streamers and fake cobwebs everywhere. The fourth floor of the school house was for the senior students and so she and the rest of the senior class committee had spent the whole morning decking it out with decorations, haunted class rooms, games, a dance room with a strobe light, and trays of themed foods.

Charlotte tugged her phone from her jeans pocket and started snapping pictures of her hard work before the rest of the class arrived and they turned out the lights to really get the effect. They'd even painted on the walls and floors with glow in the dark paint. She had to blow on her phone to try to get some of the glitter off of it, at least enough so the touchscreen would work. Tonight was going to be great. No one would ever forget it.


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« Reply #1 on: October 16, 2016, 03:35:12 pm »
Marcus usually kept a bit of shadow on his face. The length was quite intentional on most days, he'd bought a particular comb for his trimmer for that purpose, but for tonight he'd landscaped. The mirror in the boys bathroom - the small one by the lockers, where people went to shit in peace, avoiding the acoustics of booths - revealed that he did not have the thickness of beard needed to pass as today's totem. He'd borrowed mother's eyeliner and was now understanding what a tedious task it was to turn his scruff into something that looked somewhat deliberate. He cussed to himself and continued filling in the facial hair of one imaginary, armored billionaire.

The glowsticks were already inside his newly bought tank top. After a few attempts at gluing them on, and two discarded white tops later, he'd opted for clear tape on the inside of the white cotton. Worked like a charm. Admittely it was distracting now, with the blue, luminecent circle staring at him from his chest, barely dulled by the tank top, but it would be worth it later. Marcus had a good shape, healthy arms exposed and youthful softness on his features that hadn't seen any effect of his lacking sleeping routine yet. He expected to be a royal at The Halloween Fair Haunting tonight.

Louven's costume was far more elaborate than a tin-foil sleeve and a sooty mustache. The dress had been purchased on a bidding site, its former glory bosting white ruffles and intricate lace, but the preservation was attrocious. Some attic somewhere, the seller had said. Still, with shipping it had been a hefty buy for the high-school student. The measurements were right for him, so he'd had not choice. Poor woman to have owned it before him, shaped like a pretty boy.

Provocative, slender figure sitting in a tattered dress smoking a black cigarette, lengthy legs wide apart. Eggshell mary-janes. His hair had always been long, and today he'd sprayed his curls into a black halo, a wild disarray. Blowing smoke through red lips, artfully smeared to the right. He wasn't doing this to stay faithful to the character of a drowned birde, but knew he'd picked well every time he passed a mirror. His blessings were victorian, gothic, on a normal day. With the macabre frame and the fluidity implied, he was taken straight from early horror tradition, golden age.

Eventually the orange glow had to die with a heartless wipe on the metal railing, ash raining down for the cold snuffing so he could toss the filter out on the yard. He returned inside, exhaling the last of his lung-held arson before shutting the door behind. There was a bit of a climb to the exit he'd used, but at least it wasn't rigged to to any alarm. Perhaps someone would get a good upskirt and see the black boxerbriefs he'd spent absolutely no effort or money on. Charlotte was on her usuall earlybird act. He'd only been here already because his ride had to go to work. Mom had given him a bit of cash to keep in the boxerbreifs before she left, though.

"Looking splendid, Char." he said as he stepped onto the floor from the little wooden latter that was supposed to keep if there was ever a fire. There would be glorious murder tonight, and nobody knew. Her decorations and his drowned cadence would not be remembered. There were shadows in this room and no one understood them yet, but they would mean a great deal before the sun came back, tomorrow. "Is it true that I get a wish if I catch you?" lilting voice, confident sway in the chastely lewd get-up. What happaned on the weddingnight that drowned the bride? Surely it must be her own fault.

He looked around. "You did pretty well with all this." As though he doubted it. "Should rest a bit so you got energy to party later." he had to get a few lines in before they had company. Except for the rumor between them, it was hard to get under Charlotte's skin. And he wanted it because of that. Louven, or Love, continued to patter dainty shoes until he was close enough to have a real conversation. So much glitter on her. He wondered if she'd let him put it on his hands. "Is there anything I can do? I'm pretty helpful, but, you know, don't take advantage." He exstended his tongue at her and bit it, winking with on green eye.

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« Reply #2 on: October 17, 2016, 05:21:47 pm »
Lacey had hidden herself in one of the Haunted Classrooms - amid the maze of dark drapes, she was safe and unseen.  On a day when her classmates were all making effort, dressing up big, walking around in bright, playful costumes - Lacey chose to forgo the fun.   

Disguises were only fun when you didn't have to wear them every day.

For her, she was in a loose, too-big sweater, simple and black over old jeans.  Her light hair was bundled up into a bun that flopped heavily, side to side, as she set up the last of the fake ghosts, her thin face illuminated as she tested and retested the lighting that made them glow.  Her mom always lamented the fact that Lacey did nothing with her dress.  "You're so pretty, baby."  She kept saying, as though it was a superpower she was just choosing not use.  "You just need to let it shine."

Lacey was pretty, in a feline, model-like way, with too-big, clear eyes and an elegant neck.  But being pretty attracted attention, and Lacey did not want attention.   She used to like it, back when she danced - precious and light on a stage, every little girl's dream.  But that was the glittering kind, where people looked at you because you were doing something beautiful, something beyond yourself.  Not because they wanted you, to stake a claim. 

She tested the lights again, and they were soft as she sat there, surrounded by the tortured, starched-into-place faces of the ghosts, cloth over chicken wire.   They were fake, benign things, made to startle people at the right moment when they lit up.  Real ghosts weren't so polite.  Real ghosts, the ones that haunted you, were made of flesh and blood. 

It was getting late -- she'd have to leave soon if she wanted an easy, peaceful night.


Aden, in his costume early, his Superman shirt bright under the opened button up of his suit, came lumbering up the stairs with a box full of extra cobwebs.  He'd been a quiet fixture around the fourth floor, that afternoon, helping where he could.  Charlotte had done a fine job with directing the set-up.  Every time someone had walked through the doorway, he'd glanced up, half-hoping it'd be an explosion of rainbow - but no.   He'd resigned himself to maybe just catching sight of her under the strobe lights of the dance room, later that night, but as he made the landing he heard talking, following it innocently enough, until he saw his rainbow -- and a bride, Aden frowning in mild confusion until he realized it was Lou, under the drowned imagery.   

The blond boy looked away, uncomfortable.  He had heard the rumours, but what he knew of Lou (and what he knew of Charlotte, watching her through the exploits Ivy dragged her along) meant that he hesitated over them.  They didn't feel right, and this scene didn't feel right, and to break the awkwardness, Aden cleared his throat and held out the box, light enough, motioning with it.  "Where would you like this?"  His voice was gravelly, and he cleared his throat again.  "It's just cobwebs."




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« Reply #3 on: October 18, 2016, 03:19:05 pm »
Charlotte jumped, almost dropping her phone, at the sound of his voice. She was already smiling when she swiveled around—that smile only faltering for a split second when she saw Louven. He looked a picture but she refused to give him a once over. She’d heard the rumors he liked to spread and the way he talked about them. She’d cried in the bathroom for eight minutes the first time someone asked her about it. Luckily no one had seen.

She pulled her smile back into place like another part of her costume and tipped one shoulder to the side. “You’re more likely to get kicked than get a wish.” She answered with a friendly laugh. Charlotte was an expert at being friendly. The truth was, she didn’t know how to be anything else. She slid her phone back into her pocket, shifting slightly away from him when he came closer and looking around at the heavily decorated hall to realize that they were alone. “Oh, thanks. I mean, the whole committee really did a great job.” She took his half compliment with good nature, eyes widening at his offer to help and then his tongued wink. Was he actually being helpful? Would he really help or just blow it off? “Everything is pretty set up, but thanks!”

She exhaled relief when someone interrupted, smiling brightly in Aden’s directly and taking a step closer to him, leaning over to look in the box and almost poking him with her unicorn horn by accident. “Yeah, I think we might have bought too much of that.” She giggled, taking the box from him. “But you did a great job in the stairwell!” She shifted the box onto her hip. “Thank you so much for all of the help today.”

Noah had brought up trays of Halloween themed cookies—his mother had insisted he contribute once she found out he hadn’t done anything for the set-up of the festival. He was wearing black slacks, black converse, and a white dress shirt with a black tie and the sleeves rolled up. His arms, face and neck were all painted in black and white to give him the shadows and shapes of a skeleton. It was haunting and he was stoked.

He almost turned back when he saw that rainbow haired pep machine in the halls. Oh, he liked her plenty, but she made his heart hurt a little after the break up. She hadn’t cried or tried to make him feel bad or anything, in fact, she’d been super nice and told him they should stay friends, but there was something about her eyes when she saw him that made him feel a little guilty. But, he couldn’t really avoid her tonight and he wasn’t interested in avoiding her anyway. They had to get over their breakup and become friends. They had to, because that was the only way things might ever work out with Ivy—and Noah was going to do anything he had to to make things work with Ivy.

He looked the bride over from behind, considering the figure before catching the side of Love’s face. Noah’s skeleton painted face split with a smile and he managed to pull it in to let out an eardrum piercing whistle. “Damn, Love!” He slid up to them, grinning. “Oh, we have to dance tonight.” He spread his arms, turning to show off his dress clothes.

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Amanda leaned out the window, it was right over the front entrance of the school where all the kids were leaving for their night of trick-or-treating. She nibbled her lip and sprinkled little fake spiders. Some landed neatly on witch hats and got caught in hair. A few even fell into candy buckets. She had found the soft, hairy kind—not those basic bitch black plastic spiders. When someone noticed a spider fall on the ground right in front of her, she let out a scream, jumping back and knocking over two more people.

Amanda jerked back into the haunted classroom, pushing her hand to her mouth to stifle her laughs and stumbling back from the window. She turned, ducking under the sheets hung to block out the walls and windows and back into the labyrinth of scares. She made it five whole steps before noticing Lacey sitting there. Amanda jerked back, hand flying to the blood soaked front of her blue dress and breath hissing from her lungs. “Fuck, Lacey!” She snapped angrily. “What’s your problem?” Like this wasn’t a room of frights. Like she hadn’t just been scaring kids out front. She took a breath and let it out before really looking at the other girl. She was so annoyingly meek. “Where the hell is your costume?” She gestured to her own, eyes wide with those pale contact lenses gleaming down at the girl.

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« Reply #4 on: October 18, 2016, 08:53:01 pm »
Asher hadn’t strayed far from Aden in regards of his costume. Being an adult, he owned a tuxedo. Procuring the other items as well as gilding the buttons were a small matter, even on his atrocious salary. Well grown into the lengths of his body he was more proportional than the boys running, overunning, these corridors on any given weekday noon. The suit would fit. Surrounded by his usual light air, his expression became almost distantly suggestive in the white mask, with the sharp ends following all the way to his temples. Blue eyes behind the perfectly cut holes. He would not be wearing contacts for this party.

Growing up, he’d had a pension for hide and seek. He’d played it longer than most, and fancied he had a talent for finding people if he knew anything about them. He’d secured quite a bit of knowledge on Lacey Cavendish. So her searched, hiding ill intent in the open, with fatherly approval on his lips. Every room designated to be decorated had little surprises, but none that he wanted. He smiled, took compliments, gave some in return, and went on his way. He could feel which rooms would hold people and which ones might be empty. A ghost, because what else could it have been, carried her scent – she did not wear perfume, kindly girl – to call at him. Then one of the Banks made it abundantly obvious where his favorite student was.

And there, among the lights of ghouls and starlit, exaggerated apparitions, Lacey’s frame was outlined, flattered by the large clothes and signed by the hair she’d tied into a swaying crown. Of course, she was not alone. He smirked at the bloodied twin and took a few steps back, hoping not to be noticed. He could wait, listen to their conversation. Of course she’d not worn a costume, stupid Amanda. Lacey wouldn’t dream of it. He produced his phone and started deleting a stubborn app. It would seem quite suspicious if he was crouching in the corner, waiting, after all. It would have been more true to his chracter, though.

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Louven quite liked her startle. She returned to form quickly, and shared credit as she ought. He had to nod along, feigning surprise at what she said. Too theatrical, perhaps, but he simply could not pretend at interest. At least she didn't put him to work. He suspected he was truly unneeded, since she was grasping at reasons to put a distance between them. "So it is." set up, as she said. He took a step back. He had to assume Charlotte Herd was the kind who squirmed best from verbal, somewhat subtle teasing. Better enjoy it like this and not pursue something sweatier. There'd be tell-tale glitter in all kinds of places. He wouldn't let her know that she was out of danger, though.

But she was, especially with Aden annoucing his arrival. Louven's eyes flared with a hungry, almost manic surge of warning for her before the other was close enough to see. He was sure to leave the impression with Charlotte before relaxing to let the two have their conversation. He pulled some web out of the box and tangled it into his hair, throwing his chin at Aden as a greeting, and payment for the decoration. Love hummed Bonnie Tyler and only sung the word 'hero' quietly. Hopefully she would get the reference.

His starved emeralds were pulled out of such suggestion when Noah came. The grin broke the expression and his immortal, murdered air as he turned to look at his only consistent friend. "Hah!" he clapped his hands together once. "Obviously." he accepted and walked around him, the cobweb trailing after, clinging to the black mess with some effort. "You're gonna get that paint all over someone, eh?" he said and then dropped his arms a bit. Louven only really liked bullying when the deed ended up on his tab, if the joke was ever really on himself, for playing with his own image. That joke had been concieved as benign, flattery even, but it was delivered in a place where it became malvolent. He couldn't help but look to Charlotte, and then he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"I mean, on me, right?" he tried. The save was anemic, at best.

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Marcus walked passed the lockers, strides long but slow. He usually had a boxier gait. It was hard not to strut, arms out and costume on. The rumpled up foil around his hand had hurt during its construcion, two weeks ago, but he'd wisened up and augumented with the shreds of an old t-shirt for padding. Now it was almost cozy, and wrapped around a flask. At some point tonight he would insist to someone it 'fit like a golve.'. For now he'd just stomp his boots around on his way to the assigned corridors, and make the entrance worthy of a billionaire.

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« Reply #5 on: October 20, 2016, 05:31:46 pm »
Lacey stiffened when Amanda stumbled in, swearing at her.  She hugged her arms around her.  "I didn't feel like wearing one."  She managed to say evenly.   It seemed ridiculous to say outloud, especially to someone like Amanda Banks.  The other girl had gone all out, this year, with her costume -- it made Lacey feel even smaller, and for a moment she hated her own defences, hated why she had to have them.  Damn you, she thought silently.  Damn you to hell

Scowling, the other girl grabbed one of the spare sheets they had, a luminous white one -- whoever had bundled up the sheets for the maze had just grabbed whatever they could spare.  Balled up, the sheet Amanda threw hit Lacey in the chest, her hands going to it, gathering it, automatically. 

"Well here, let me help you.  Now you have a costume."

Lacey looked down at the whiteness in her arms.  There was a pair of scissors laying near by -- she glanced up at Amanda, so proud and haughty, and then back down at them.  The other girl thought she was being funny, perhaps -- but a sheet ghost suited Lacey, covered her, and she reached out and took them, unfolding the sheet til she found where she could cut. 

Just as she slipped it over her head, sure she could hear a faint snort from Amanda, Lacey heard the unmistakable sounds of someone else in the room, a phone being touched , and froze under the brilliant white of her newly acquired shield.



Aden hovered closer to Charlotte, out of awkwardness, out of not knowing what to do with himself, his gangly limbs, as Noah - bright, friendly Noah, his face black and white like a skeleton - near bounded in.   Kramer was charming to everyone, a bit like Charlotte, though more easy-going than her bright need to make people happy.  They had dated, for a while, Aden watching from afar -- Oliver was the only one who knew about his quiet feelings for Charlotte, but even he didn't know just how surprised (and glad, might as well admit it) Aden had been when Ivy had started ranting about her best friend's breakup. 

Speaking of.  His mouth flattened, a reflex in thought, and as Lou and Noah traded comments, he asked, "I can help with anything else you need.  I've got time to kill."




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« Reply #6 on: October 22, 2016, 01:55:12 am »
Charlotte tensed, almost unnoticeably, when Noah walked up to them—never slow to make himself known. She scooted another step away from Love and hoped she didn’t turn a shade of pink under her glitter at seeing Noah smile so brightly, arms spread and flirting playfully with the boy in the wedding dress. She turned to Aden, ever more grateful for his presence.

Her fingers pressed at the edges of the box. “Really? You’ve already done so much today, I totally understand if you need a break before the party. I think I’m just going to go through the rooms and make sure everything’s looking good, you know, turn out the lights and check all the games. If you want to come with that’d be cool.” Her smile eased the more she talked to Aden, real rather than born from a small pain in her heart at Noah’s nearness.

And then Love, so poorly nicknamed and standing so close behind, said something to Noah about smearing his paint on someone else. Her shoulders dropped with a breath that blew out of her and it felt like someone had punched her in the heart. Again. It had been such a polite breakup. She was almost proud of it—she told others she was, because it had been so very adult. They had talked and Noah had said he wasn’t feeling the spark and that they both deserved better. She had said she agreed and they decided to be friends instead. What she didn’t say when pressed for details, was that she had felt a spark.

Noah thought he saw the sag in Charlotte’s shoulders but convinced himself quickly that he hadn’t. She was still smiling and from his angle he couldn’t see the slight glassy sheen to her bright eyes. He still cringed at Love’s words. It would have been a good joke, made to make him uncomfortable, if she hadn’t been standing right there. Love seemed to realize too and Noah forgave before taking offense, slinging an arm around the bride. “I think we should get married, you and me. I mean, we’re dressed for it. I think there were some onion rings on the buffet table near the dance floor.” He laughed easily. “Do you think anyone will dress as a priest?”

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Amanda was just about to say something hopefully clever and definitely rude about Lacey’s makeshift costume—even if she was more than a little pleased her sheet had turned into something, when the now ghost shifted away from the sound of a phone. Fearless as any girl painted in blood, Amanda stomped around to the door. She was ready to spit daggers at whomever was spying when she saw Mr. Adams. She straightened just a little and smiled, looking the thirty-something teacher over. “Not bad, Mr. Adams. But scary is cooler than cute.” She gestured to her own get up. “And some things are scary and cute.” She made a sound with tongue and cheek and waggled a finger at him—like she was tossing out advice, before boldly prancing away to look for her twin of the night.

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Ashley had abandoned Amanda at the windows a while ago and found THE BEST hiding spot at the top of the stairwell. She wedged herself in to the corner of wall, body narrow and built for abuse. She had to bite her lip to hold back giggles when she heard someone coming up. The stairwell was dim, the sun setting outside, and the ceiling and walls cluttered with fake cobwebs and streamers. She saw a boy hit the top platform. Was that Murmur? Oh, this was going to be good. She squirmed her way out of her hiding spot when he was ahead of her, soft black shoes silent on the floor, creeping along behind him toward the hallway and the voices of others.

Behind them, the sun finally set, the last rays seemingly pulled under the horizon by long fingers of darkness. And just when Ashley was about to pounce, arms reaching for Murmur and mouth opening to draw in a breath, ready to let out a high scream—long fingers of darkness grabbed her too. They snatched her by the face and chest and pulled her back into the thick shadows of the stairwell, dragging her back into her clever little hiding place without a single sound louder than the wild beating of her heart.

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« Reply #7 on: October 22, 2016, 08:39:43 pm »
Love was glad to have absolution, even if he'd clearly notice the message Charlotte's silence tried to hide. He felt for the girl, and it made him feel guilty. It was not a new thing to the boy, though, and he knew very well when he could do anything about it, if he wanted - and he did - and when he couldn't. The bride leaned into Noah's attention and licked his own ring finger during Noah's comment on the onion rings. "You up for a wedding night in the river, skinny boy?" he asked with a snicker.

It was acctually a very fun idea to get married. He would like the attention, and the theatrics of it would fit the theme perfectly. "I'll do it. Feel like there's gonna be enough holier-than-thou types tonight to marry us a few times over." he said and slapped his stomach. "Besides. You put a calf in me, so now you gotta buy the cow." he laughed and swayed along with Noah as they made their way toward the snack table. There were no onion rings, but Louven was more a chip guy, anyway.

Once the boys were out of earshot, though, he made sure to stand almost intimately with Noah. "Sorry about the joke before. It just slipped out, wasn't thinking. How are you guys?" he asked, crunching chips loud enough to make himself deaf to part of the answer. He wondered if Noah knew. Love didn't usually have to look for girl's hearts, but he'd been thrown into the fray of heartbreak enough times to make a qualified guess on what Charlotte was feeling. "How's Char?"

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The teacher tilted his head, lit up by the phone when the sister without the other came out. This meant Lacey now knew he was here, too. He was grateful for the bloodied Amanda and nodded at her, putting away his phone. "You do look both scary and cute. But I'm a teacher. I see that every day." he said with a friendly smile, and even added a self-congratulatory laugh. He patted her shoulder when she passed him, and pretended to reach for his phone again to buy time until she went around the corner.

It was easy to slip into the classoroom after that. A dapper sillhouette, but he was sure Lacey wouldn't have room in her mind to be impressed. "Wow, Ms. Cavendish, you really pulled out all the stops for tonight." Even easier to close the door behing him, the latch clicking into place loudly, as though to announce its betrayal to her. It was clear in the eyes that still showed, who was inside the sheet. He'd know that look and posture anywhere.

Asher, towering over most on this school, would seem a looming presence here, only the two of them. He made his way his way casually to the girl, and tugged a little on her soulder, at the sheet. "You've done a great job here, Lacey." Looking around, he noticed that it was true, too. It would seem a bit poetic that she'd decorated the scene of her own dismay. Of course, Asher didn't see their relationship as any cause for anxiety. "How come you don't stay in class after school anymore?" he asked, circling her, pretending to examine the classroom and all the new little effects. The light was moody, to say the least. "I would hate to send you to dentention, just to see you, Lacey." he would definately grab the sheet if she tried to leave.

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Marcus twisted around when a draft hit him. His brows gthered and he felt angry and afraid at the same time. The foil creaked against the soft cloth on the inside as his balled his fist and he turned a few times, his feet taking him further up the stairs. "Hello?" he tried, irriation clear in his voice. "Is anyone fucking there?" the hand wrapped in silver raised, ready to deal punishment. "Just quit hiding and bring it on, if you want some." he encouraged.

"Every year. Every year." something whispered. But he couldn't hear it, even if it was very loud to Ashley. "Every tear." And it sent the boy running up, bounding two steps in every stride. This left Ashley alone, with a tightness building in her chest. A sharp pain would soon reach down her sternum, and the heat of her life woul wet the dress with real blood to add to the dye. One, two ribs would pull outward, opening like spiderlegs to prodtrude and lift her dress.

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« Reply #8 on: October 26, 2016, 03:45:27 pm »


The fall leaves were bright on the pathway as Ivy walked into the school grounds, her black high heels shinning against the rot of them.   She'd walked from home, taking her time, smiling as small witches and princesses and zombies ran around her.  She was dressed as Red Riding Hood tonight, nothing little about her -- her mother had made the outfit for her, selecting the fabrics carefully from a boutique she liked to visit in the City.  Her cape tonight was dark, dark red, heavy satin that puffed out around her, complete with a deep hood and bow.   With a simple white dress underneath it, it was the cape that stole the show.

She hadn't brought a basket - instead, she'd gone with a cheap, plastic jack-o-lantern bucket to complete her outfit, filled with all the Paydays and Mars Bars she could fit.  There was a power to carrying around viable candy, she thought, pushing through the school doors.  The hallways were quiet, weirdly so, and Ivy tilted her head up to the ceiling, as though if she angle herself right, she'd be able to hear Charlotte.   

There was nothing, and Ivy shook out her inky, long pigtails, and made her way to the staircase, pulling out her phone to ring Charlotte and find where she was, exactly.


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Aden smiled in response to Charlotte's, easy and small.   "I don't mind.  It beats waiting for Oliver alone." 

Unable to help himself, his eyes flickered to Noah and Lou, the former joking about needing a classmate to appear as a priest.  Could he really not see it? Aden thought, a little sadly.   Even he could, outsider to the drama as he was.   But maybe he was biased - Ivy made no secret of how horrified she'd been for her best friend.   "Who's in charge of the Haunted House?  Maybe they need more webs in there, or something."  He offered, as a phone began to ring.


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Under her sheet, her white shield, Lacey stiffened at Mr. Adams voice, complimenting Amanda as the bloodied girl moved to leave.  The former dancer wanted to cry out, to stop her from leaving Lacey alone with him but she was frozen, her voice seized in fear.  This was a man who crept into her dreams and left her shaking when she woke from them.   She almost made a tiny, frightened sound as Amanda darted away -- how could the other girl stand being touched by him so, a firm hand on the shoulder?  Even the whisper of him going past her was enough to leave Lacey trembling with doe-like fear.

She stayed mute as he complimented her handiwork, suddenly aware of how small the room was, how much of a trap.  Would anyone hear her scream?  Would it just be taken as a Halloween scare tactic?  How was her heartbeat not filling the room?  When she felt his fingers glide along the sheet, on her shoulder, curled in tighter, trying to duck away from his touch.   Forcing herself to talk, she said, "I've been helping my mother."  He was an the devil himself, she thought desperately.

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« Reply #9 on: October 27, 2016, 08:18:44 pm »
Noah let out a big laugh at that bit about buying the cow. He was already planning to call Love his cow for the rest of the school year. This was going to be one of those jokes that wouldn’t die—or so the boy that would die thought at that very moment.

He picked up a carrot stick and bit off half of it, considering his food options and finding a lack of ring shaped delights. He might have to get creative before he proposed later tonight. He lifted an eyebrow, swallowing down carrot when the other boy leaned in close. Only a few more students had started to materialize in the big room cleared of desks and lined with treats. One was setting up the sound system while another goaded her about music choices, complaining before it even started.

Noah turned to look at Love, his concern surprising. He wasn’t sure why, they were friends after all, maybe he just hadn’t realized they were real friends and not just fun friends. He smiled again and took the chip from Love’s already salted fingers. “She’s good. I mean, the breakup was a few months back, right? I’m surprised she isn’t dating anyone else yet.” By surprised, he really meant disappointed. He was hoping she’d move on fast so he wouldn’t have to look like a jerk when he did.

The music started up and the lights went out, briefly casting them into darkness before someone turned on the disco ball and strobe lights that started rolling around the dark room of streamers, hanging ghosts, and fake cobwebs.

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Charlotte started walking, so as not to leave Aden behind but keep him with her, moving toward the nearest panel of lights. She turned off the ones in the hallway, the glow in the dark paint coming to life on the floor in splatters and streaks and the glow in the dark skeletons were practically electric. “The Haunted House? Oh, um, Casey was supposed to be manning it.” She laughed a little, fishing her ringing phone from her back pocket. “He’s crazy hyped about scaring people. He has Joel and Haley on it too. They went to get changed but they’ll be back any minute. We might as well toss the rest of the cobwebs in there and turn out the lights.”

She answered her phone, smiling when she saw Ivy’s picture on the screen—one of her eating a sandwich and glaring at her for snapping the pic. “Hey! You’re late!” She lied. She wasn’t really late. The corridor was starting to flood with students dressed up now, most funneling toward the throb of music and flash of lights from the main classroom. “Where are you? You better be in the building…”

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Ashley found herself standing in the dark. Impossibly dark. And then light flickered back into her eyes, but it wasn’t normal light, it wasn’t glowing or pulsing like a bulb or the sun. It was green and blue and melded into the black, gently showing off the shapes of shadows. A sob bubbled up in her chest. She felt empty. Empty and cold. She watched, from her corner, as Casey and Joel rush by in glowing skeleton costumes. She saw them pull their masks on, angry, protruding things. A girl in a reaper costume followed, tattered robe moving in the air all around her.

Ashley staggered a step forward, and then two, following them into the end of the long corridor. Music beat against her cheek but all she felt was the pulse in their veins, the call of their hearts. She followed a few more steps before someone grabbed her arm and pulled. She blinked at a mirror and then realized it wasn’t her face at all. Close, in that get up, but not at all.

Amanda started talking instantly, but the glee on her features drained away when she really took her bff in. “What the fuck?” she snapped, spreading her arms and looking Ashley over. “Why did you add more blood? We had our outfits perfect!” She soured, eyes straining in the party lights when she thought Ashley had added more white makeup and bags under her eyes. Her dress was more than just bloody in the front, it was soaked, practically black. The red was still dripping from the front of her dress, almost lewd in its position draining down the front of her and dripping on her thighs and stockings and even the floor. “Damn it! I knew you would do this! I said it was enough and you said fine and then you go and mess up the costume right before the party so I have to fix mine to match, right?”

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« Reply #10 on: October 29, 2016, 06:31:18 pm »
Asher's hand continued to softly molest the ball of her shoulder, and then ride her collarbone in toward her neck. He recognized all those places on her, even if he had to feel them through a sheet. A ghost. How fitting. His quiet little ghost, whom he visited in the dark. When his fingers gathered around her neck it was mostly to touch her pulse, not a threat. He let go soon to trail downward, her front. "Such a god daughter you are." he said and stood to see her eyes, pushing over her heart so she would take steps back, until the table behind her would stop them both.

"How is your mother?" he asked and put very little effort toward keeping her in place, Lacey usually remained where he put her, anyway. His other hand was fast at work, twisting and pulling and crawling on her hip to lift the sheet enough that his searching fingers could hurry under the raised hem eventually, to start doing the same to her shirt. There was smooth treasure underneath those intentionally unflattering clothes. "Do you think she'd like to meet me? We could talk about your performance in school."

Well underneath her shirt, she would feel the familiar kneading and wandering of those digits. He looked for her reactions, for areas where she would have a woman's signals and not a girl's fright. The other hand examined the holes for her eyes, and easily tore the material downward, opening that eye until it revealed her mouth underneath, too. He liked her breath on his palm as his fingers caged her nose and her lips like a possessive spider. "Or would you rather we keep this all a dear little secret?"

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Love nodded as he listened to his friend. It was a serious subject for Noah, even if it didn't seem to bother him as much as it obviously did Charlotte. Good guy, who didn't want to pretend. Louven couldn't really fathom that train of thought. Honesty was easier, but he'd rarely been honest to help anyone else. He supposed he lied to himself enough to have the itch for insincerity scratched. Perhaps he lied with his body too, sometimes. Hard mistake the pretty, intimate whirlwind Kaleira for anything but what he was, though.

"Kinda girl that takes her time, I suppose." Love offered and shrugged. He laughed soon, shaking his head. "Trying to have a supportive conversation and here you are, a fucking skeleton eating carrots." he laughed again and took a handfull of chips. "The fuck you need carotene for, Noah? You have no skin, no eyes." The the lights activated all the luminescent effect and the strobes turned this into an environment he had been anticipating. Love spun once and laughed. It was so light it could have been a dead bride's, indeed. The big mouth chewed salted potato flakes wide open. An unrefined bride, then.

"So, you gonna hit on me all day or are you gonna try to get your pelvic bone wet?" he asked, since the music and atmosphere was keeping their talk from any ears that might tattle to any heart that might be hurt. "Think Ashley there looks kinda hot, all perioded up." he said and flicked a chip in her direction. The flung snack wouldn't cover the distance. "Wow... she went all out with her make up, she looks dead on her feet." He didn't even know if that made him more excited or hesitant.

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Within the darkness wedged between every blink of the strobe, there was a ragged shadow waiting behind Ashley, smiling with a hollow at Amanda. It was gone when the light flashed, but whole and solid in the following black. Every time it appeared, it was closer to Amanda, reaching over Ashley's shoulder, moving only when it could not be seen. Its other arm was stuck in Ashley's chest, the hand rummaging around inside, the motions punctuated by little pulses from underneath the fabric, suggesting pumps of blood to add to the puddle growing around her shoes.

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« Reply #11 on: November 03, 2016, 07:15:08 pm »
The quiet violence of his fingers - across her skin, goosebumps growing, or against her lips, her breath wet with fear - left Lacey trembling.  She was afraid to move, afraid to answer him, to unwittingly give him more leeway with her body.   Instead of fighting him, clawing at him, screaming, her arms went up against him, weakly. 

"P-please." She whispered.   Nothing was under her control, now, not her body, not the situation, not her shakey breaths; Lacey - gently - tried to push away, but then there was the sound of laughing, from the hallway.


Aden turned to the glow-in-the-dark decorations, smiling to himself as Charlotte answered her phone.  In the dark the hallway seemed to stretch out, uncomfortable -- it really worked nicely, Aden only jarred out of the moment by football behind him and someone started laughing.  Haley, Aden recognised dimly.  She laughed a lot, and now she was laughing at something Casey - dressed like Alexander Hamilton - had said as they came into the hall.  "Hey!" Casey said.  "Have you guys checked out the Haunted House yet?"


"Haunted House?" Ivy asked, letting her hand follow the railing as she caught ahold of the conversation behind Charlotte.  "And yes I'm in the building, hang on, I'm just coming up now."  It was weird how quiet the stairs were, considering the party was just before her, the music just a faint pulse.  It should've been louder, and Ivy could not shake the feeling until she arrived on the floor, already dark, the eerie, glowing decorations like ghosts.   Popping her head in the first classroom - the dance room - Ivy asked into her phone, "Are you in here?" The disco ball made the place glimmer and it took a moment - a heartbeat - before Ivy realized that Charlotte wasn't there.

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« Reply #12 on: November 07, 2016, 01:31:03 pm »
Noah laughed and cringed, though most of the gesture was lost in the false shadows created by deep black paint on his face between the lines of white and gray. Love was always so brutally cruel, but he wasn’t wrong about Ash. She looked like she’d gone a little overboard on the fake blood. “Shit, she went all out.” He huffed another laugh. “Amanda looks pissed though.” The two had been glued to each other since first grade. He was pretty sure they’d worn matching costumes every year since.

“You’re such a diva!” Amanda yelled at Ashley over the music, proving that they were made for one another. “I have to go find more blood so I can look as stupid as you do!” She turned and marched away just as those shadow fingers were close, brushing the short sleeve of her dress.

Noah was about to say something to Love about how intense Ashley looked but he forgot the moment he looked over Love’s shoulder and saw red riding hood walk into the open doorway. She was on the phone, hair in pigtails and forming large, dark curls. Noah swiped a cookie off the table and jogged around Love to catch her in the doorway before she could pretend she hadn’t seen him, or run away like she had last week when he told her he liked her and asked her out.

She was a good friend and it was one of the things he liked about it. He’d broken up with Charlotte when he realized he had feelings for Ivy and he’d counted the days until enough months went by that he could ask her out. “Ivy!” He called with a smile, somehow it looked sinister with that face paint but his blue eyes gleamed with joy and his arms stretched out to offer up the cookie shaped like a heart. Not the kind of hearts girls dotted their i’s with, but the kind with arteries. “See, if you’d said yes when I asked you to this party, we could have coordinated the outfits.” He waved one hand up and down to gesture to his lack of a wolf costume.

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“Are you in here?” Ivy asked and Charlotte laughed into her phone at her friend, looking around the hallway with too many shadows and too many masked teens running around. “Nope. I’m—” Her answer was cut off by the sound of a familiar voice on the other end calling Ivy’s name. She held her breath, fingers aching when they held her phone too tightly, pressing it to her ear hard. She could hear him smiling in his words. Noah. Noah had asked Ivy to the Halloween party?

She hung up, almost dropping her phone for the effort and for two motionless seconds, wished she had dropped her phone. She stared at it until the screen went dark. Her eyes watered. Nell bumped into her, jarring her on her from her thoughts by the sight of the cheerleader in her uniform. Way to go all out on the costume. Charlotte shoved her phone into her back pocket and decided that the call had cut off. She hadn’t heard anything. She put on a smile and hurried to catch up with Aden just as Casey and Haley were getting themselves through the haunted house doors. At least they were only a little late and not complete no shows. She hated the idea of having to run a haunted house herself. She wouldn’t exactly be scary jumping out at people in her unicorn get up.

Nell skipped and pushed her way through the filling hall, toward the bathrooms. She went in, the florescent lights making her squint while her eyes adjusted. She pushed open the first stall and let out a short scream, jerking back at the sight of Tori, another cheerleader, in her slutty mad hatter costume sprawled on the toilet seat with a big fake knife in her chest. “Fuck you, Tori!” Nell screamed, the door swinging shut before she could register just how still that girl’s body was. She went to the next stall, a little more skeptical when she opened it but found it empty while her bladder was still very full. “You’re an ass, you know!” She called to the other girl, a part of her realizing she hadn’t heard her move yet or say anything but sanity told her that she was just waiting for another idiot to walk in and get scared. She sat down, exhaled, and then the lights flickered and went out in the bathroom. Before she could think of what to do, peeing in the dark, they came back on.

Cursing under her breath, Nell flushed and threw open the door, making her way for the sink just to let out another scream when she saw Tori propped up on the counter, head lulled to the side with open eyes and sagging mouth. “What the hell is your problem?” Nell snapped, moving forward and shoving the girl’s shoulder. She jostled where she sat but didn’t move, not really. “Oh, stop it!” Nell continued and this time grabbed at the fake knife in her chest. She pulled, expecting it to break free or prove itself glued to the front of her dress. It didn’t. It was stuck.

She was still holding it tight when something in the mirror behind Tori caught her eye. She looked up at it, past her own reflection, in the stall of the bathroom. A shadow leaned out. It had no face, no form, and yet, she thought it was smiling. And then something pulled her, lifted her from the ground and drug her back into the stall. The knife pulled from Tori’s chest when Nell was taken away and her last, horrible thought, was the realization that it was real and Tori was dead and so would she be.

The lights in the bathroom went out again and when they flickered to life once more, Tori’s corpse was gone and the stall door was locked.

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« Reply #13 on: November 07, 2016, 07:25:28 pm »
Her skin was as welcoming as always. It wasn’t cold with fright, the way it should be, the way her lips said when they quivered. Instead she was sweltering, eager to remind him that if her stomach was smooth and hot, and her ribs were lewdly firm – as he made his way up – then what would her other softnessess feel like? When her arms came to lean on him, apply that small pressure, he laughed. It was quiet the way the trauma between a skull and asphalt can be quiet but devastating. Did she really think such an enticing show would deter anyone? He could have gone in here completely benevolent, a pure heart, and that particular action, of intending to fight him but boasting only her inability to do so, would have darkened him. But a monster he was, still. At least he’d dressed up. Cheekbones severe beneath the white mask as he looked at his ghost of a plaything. Not an ugly monster. Really, she should feel fortunate.

“Please what?” he demanded, nails wiggling underneath the wire of her bra, trying to lift, already triumphant, ready to cup her. “Please continue?” he suggested. “Please do worse?” and he did seem benevolent then, as though his torment was the only thing she could possibly be pleading for. “Of course, Ms. Cavendish. Since you ask.”

And there was a signal that cut through his pleasure, their privacy. He sucked on the inside of his lip and looked at her with the kind of vengeance that said this interruption was her fault, somehow. Asher took his hand back and irritably pushed her shoulder to have her stagger away from him, as though she was the one hanging on him for this. He recognized the signal, but it wasn’t one he’d heard in a long time. Masked eyes grew.

He’d lived out his childhood in his father’s house. Usual heavy handed man. Asher didn’t begrudge the senior Adams this very much. Back then, that’s how the world worked. Still, the little Asher had been afraid, and would hide in his father’s study, because father never did study, or work, or read. Only when that horrible phone rang did father think to look in that room. And then followed the heavy hand.

He looked back over his cape and shoulder at Lacey, accusing her of knowing a story he’d never told, and conjuring a sound she’d never heard. He stepped out, ready to do what was in his power to sour the rest of the year for whichever student had chosen the tasteless, pitched ringing for their phone. A lump of shadows beneath a window, boarded up with cardboard. He grinned until he was close enough to touch the unfortunate child. His hand must still have Lacey’s scent on it.

As he reached a mass of black twisted off the main body to look at him. Asher swallowed his confidence. A face with burning white eyes, and mouth redder than the love he felt for lacey. Somehow that open maw was producing the music of his childhood’s bane. When he twisted around to flee something caught a tendon in his ankle, and he fell. He was quivering, crawling back through the door where he’d left his human treasure.

“Lacey! Help me! Close the door!” he demanded, whimpering and walking on his forearms to shuffle away from the doorframe and in toward her. Sweet little Lacey would help. “Now, damn it!”

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Love smirked as the skeleton went away with sweets to put into Red’s basket. And a cookie, too. He sighed with a smile, looking around to find the drama between the twins. Amanda went away. Ashley did not seem to want to move. A sheep away from her heard. He touched his hair as though it could be in any other state than horrible, and rolled his shoulders. He’d not tasted Ashley yet. Bet that blood tasted chemical. But he would look awesome in it. He danced his way over to her and thought it was rather easy to grab her hand. It was cold. He remember she ran pretty warm, usually.

When he pulled her into him she gargled, and her feet barely moved to accommodate or struggle. “Oh, you’re a zombie? Well, thing is, we boys have our brains between our…” he’d already taken her arms and squeezed her to his body, a show of good will, since she was still fresh with the red paint Amanda had been so upset over, and it stained his dress. He let go quickly and stumbled back, truly a damsel then, as he tripped over his own long legs and fell like a fawn on ice. He’d felt her ribs against his stomach. She was swaying, barely standing. Love stuttered as he stood up. “Hurt!” he called with adolescence’s pitch in his voice, trying to defeat the music as he continued to walk back, but pointing at her. “Ash is broken!”

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« Reply #14 on: November 24, 2016, 08:52:21 am »
Two things happened after Noah had approached Ivy.  The first, and most important - her call with Charlotte suddenly died.  The second, and worst, was that her heart - her very real heart, underneath the satin and cotton and skin of her - caught itself in her throat, when the smiling boy (face painted, wicked but still gleaming friendly underneath) presented her with the cookie, a sweeter, smaller version of her own muscle, now hammering hard.

"What are you doing?"  Ivy asked, panicked, taking one step back from him.  "I can't - you - oh my God."  In horror, she wondered if Charlotte had heard - but - she couldn't.  "I was talking to Charlotte."  She hissed.  Really, the girl was one step away from hysterical, but Noah just didn't know how bad things were.  Did he really have no clue?  The thought ached.  He'd been so openly earnest, when he'd approached her - confident, in that sunny, casual way of his.     If it had been anyone else's heart he had broken...

"I - I have to go find Charlotte."  She managed, calming herself.   Her tone was far from even, but surely, surely Noah would have to understand?   Big, gray eyes pleaded with him as she hesitated, curling away from him -- only to stop sharp as Love - and she only realised it was Love when he called out, strangled for words - called out, pointing at Ash like she was something frightening.



It had taken Lacey too long - suspended in fear, in disbelief - to react, recoiling away as Mr. Adams was brought to the ground, like a crippled beast, clawing out for her, shouting at her to help him - help him, the monster who stalked her dreams.  For a moment she couldn't believe what she was seeing, her skin still searing from his touch even as fear pumped through her.  But the thing trying to devour - take in - her teacher opened it's mouth even wider and Lacey couldn't help it.  It was like a nightmare that had crawled out from Hell itself, clawing out for her.  She screamed, just as she felt something tug at her from behind, where she'd pressed up against the wall.  Her scream went higher and she fought away, twisting, grabbing the cloth of the curtains they'd hung as she fell, sprawled out towards Mr. Adams.  There was nothing behind her but she thought she could feel it, still, and her screaming would not stop. 



Brow creased, Aden searched Charlotte's face for what had just happened.  "Are you okay?" He asked, as the others of the Haunted House crowded crowded around them.  Any and all reply was lost, however, with a piercing scream - from the Haunted House itself.

Someone shrieked in surprise - Casey maybe.  Without thinking, Aden stepped towards the door, pausing for only a moment - was it part of the Haunting?  But the scream peaked, even more panicked, and whatever it was, it wasn't faked for cheap thrills.  He ran for the door, not stopping to grab the handle but kicking it - whatever was on the other side, whoever was screaming, didn't sound like they had time for fumbling.

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« Reply #15 on: November 27, 2016, 05:38:05 pm »
Noah’s smile pulled down a little but only on one side. Charlotte? So what if she was talking to Charlotte. That seemed like a lifetime ago now. She would be okay with it, he was sure. Charlotte was always so reasonable and understanding. His heart lifted a little though, in the face of her persistent rejection, because the only reason she seemed to give again and again was Charlotte. He reached out and caught Ivy’s wrist just as she was pulling away. “I’ll talk to her, if you want. I’ll explain—if you like me too, I’ll do anything—” he started just before the focus of the room shifted dramatically to a screaming boy in a dress.

Noah still had one hand around her wrist, delicate and careful, fingers burning for that little contact, when he twisted back to look at Love. He was probably just messing around. He was always messing around. He was on the floor, climbing back to his feet. “Hurt!” He called before pointing at Ashley. Noah’s gaze cut to her. She looked like a corpse but it was Halloween. Why wouldn’t she? He had to let go of Ivy’s wrist to take one step toward Love’s back.

The lights were still strobing about the room, flashing without order, leaving shadows to swell in the spaces between. The music throbbed underfoot.

Ashley took one step forward and nothing about it was right. It was inorganic, forced, awkward. As though she was a puppet moving on strings, leg lifted and plopped down forward, body lurching to follow.

Greg Taylor pushed into that space between Ash and Love, looking at the cheerleader with the sort of familiarity a football player that saw her nearly every day after school might. He’d been a small kid when he moved to town two years ago, but he’d grown double over last summer and come back one of the tallest in the class. He reached one meaty hand out toward that stretch of space still between himself and the small brunet girl covered in blood. She didn’t look back, not really, eyes murky and white with big dead pupils. She was really playing her part. Greg let out a little, heaving laugh, cut off abruptly when she suddenly flung herself through the air at him.

There was a suction of breaths when Ashley lunged through the air and tackled the much larger boy to the ground. She growled—actually growled, body latched onto the front of his, and when the light cut over her and away, it seemed like something much larger and impossibly dark loomed over her back, leaned over her shoulders and head to peer down at Greg, large dark arms framing hers to press claws into his chest. His shirt tore under those claws that couldn’t exist, big holes pushing down into his chest and blood blooming out into the orange of his jack-o-lantern tshirt. He screamed and the music was almost drowned out. His heels kicked, his body spasmed and they all heard his ribs cracking.

-

Charlotte jumped when someone let loose a scream. She almost immediately laughed at herself afterward, a hollow little upturning of lips and outward breath. Of course people were screaming. It was the Halloween party and it even came from the haunted classroom. But something about the sound of it just didn’t sit right, settling around her shoulders like weights. She found herself drawn toward the door like a bit of rock in space dragged in toward Earth. She followed Aden with quick steps, nerves tightening painfully when the screaming continued. She stopped and sucked a breath when he kicked the door, her hands flying to her mouth and eyes wide. They were going to get into trouble for that, she thought distantly about to follow him in when she heard an upheaval of screams and shouts down the hall, at the far end, near the strobe lights and the party room.

She craned her neck to look, a few kids pouring out and bolting right for the stairwell, disappearing.

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« Reply #16 on: December 12, 2016, 07:49:28 pm »
Love was grateful to be saved. He tried to warn Greg, though, but the new giant only laughed. It was more than Louven had signed on for, so he stepped back, watching as the monster that had been Ashley did a monstrous thing. The drowning bride wasn’t screaming anymore, she was simply frozen, drinking in the demise of her savior. Louven’s stomach hurt but his pretty eyes inside the pretty smear of his mother’s liner were wide with interest. He held his mouth as his stomach swirled around the snacks he’d taken. This was unforgivably disturbing, and the most alive he’d felt since fucking Darla six months ago and hearing her say he was better than his father.

Ashley went about opening Greg up. It was a meticulous process to her. Not violent, at least not to Louven, nothing harsh. Love saw her bend up the rib cage, bone by bone, which was filled with darkness because of this damned lightshow. A darkness that welled and made more shadows under them. Louven’s breath came faster as he stepped back from the tumult, afraid Ash would see him again, but there was a reluctance in his step. If the lamps in the ceiling had been on, and there’d been daylight coming in through the windows, people would see black tendrils coiling inside his nest of hair. Soon he bumped into his friend.

“N-noah…” he said, tossing his head back only shortly before returning his stare to Ash and her macabre craft. “Whu-what a fucking party.” Noah was still attached to Ivy. "I see you've got your priorities straight." he said with a wink, looking around for Charlotte. If she was not with Noah she might be alone. "I'm just going to find someone." he said, absent voice as he stepped into the hurried crow. Where was she? His fingers dug greedily into his palm. He decided she couldn't be in here if he didn't see her, and jogged toward the exit.

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Asher cussed when the girl was being attacked too. He would have thought she’d muster strength to save him. In his mind she still found him irresistible. Surely the frightened act was delicious, as she served it up, but he liked to hope she would own up to her feelings when circumstances warranted it. That was why she kept quiet, wasn’t it? Not for fear of the reprisals he whispered when his hands were in her secret places, but for feelings she didn’t understand. The frustration chased away enough fear to let him claw himself into the room again and shut the door behind him. He tried to gather his wits with his breath, and eventually started coughing on the dry intakes. He was on his knees soon, endeavoring not to wretch.

Eventually his attention turned back to Lacey. He thought he smiled but only his eyes were amused, which played in a very unsettling expression for the girl that already didn’t think the world of him. He came to her, the frightened child, and grabbed her arm. “Shut up!” he barked, pulling her into a wall between the door and the curtain, folding her in his lap and wrapping a hand over her mouth, pressing hard. “There’s no such thing as ghosts. Our crimes do not come back to haunt us. What romantic nonsense.” And he had to believe that, thief that he was. Without consideration for her need of oxygen, despite his recent dismay, he kept his hand on her mouth and nose to keep her head still. “schhhh…” he demanded and looked around before he shivered, her hand clawing the inside of his leg. He did not consider she was not in a position to do so, and she had never been in that state of mind for him, either. “Oh, Ms. Cavendish. You have the sickest mind to act like this now. You kids these days.” He said with some pride, letting go of her mouth to put his own over it just as he nails dug into the inside of his thigh. He kept his eyes on either end of the room for dangers as he prepared to savor her new found willingness.
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