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@fuckingladies // starter

      “Mizzzzzz Monaaay-honayyyy.” She’s blinking up at her, a Cheshire grin drawing at the ends of her lips. A black cat anxiously weaves between the legs of the chair she’s perched upon. Motorcycle boots are perched upon a card table. A full deck rests in her hands. “Come to bring me some luck? I’m hopin’ to score big!” The only other players at the table are skeleton dummies caked in dust. 

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haunted aesthetics series  ⇢ backroads 

the trees all look the same. the broken line between you and an empty lane seems endless. you swear you keep seeing a white figure out of the corner of your eye, but every time you check your rear view mirror it’s gone.

the leather upholstery behind you creaks, and you realize you’ve been so focused on the trees on either side of the road that you have yet to glance in your backseat. 

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@intenscfear // starter call

    “Don’tcha just looooove Halloween?” She’s making conversation with the boy seated at the diner counter beside her. She’s forking another mouthful of Mickey Mouse pancakes past her gob. “You dressin’ up as anything this year, kiddo?”

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*clears throat*

starter call. 

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@crnob // starter call

   “Thought I’d pop in the neighborhood,” Holly greets from the doorway with arms flung into the air. A flash of lightning illuminates her in a momentary halo. She’s soaked to the bone, long stringy orange highlights clinging to her face. “...I also owe dear Vechernyaya a favor, so... Yeah.” Her eyes followed the old god     a god she once looked up to. She wished they made a horror movie about him. She’d eat that shit up     her disciples of all things spooky too. “Chicago ain’t lookin’ too good, my friend. How do you stand it here?”

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*clears throat*

starter call. 

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“I’m hip. I’m young. The kids love me!”

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@mustscream // starter call

      “No one really comes to Joshua anymore,” she remarks to the woman who had just come out of the gas station. Crows multiplied around the rusty establishment, cawing out, looking for Holly’s acknowledgement. She’s sitting on a wooden bench beside the window, chewing on a long Twizzler. “You must be an out-of-towner!”

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@townterror // starter call

    “You work for Mr. World, don’t you?” She’s reclining in the hookah lounge that’s blasting absurdly crude Hungarian death metal. She takes a long draw from nozzle, releasing pungent rose and iron aromas into the air. She’s nonchalantly flips a page in the Apex magazine before scanning over him with a glossy, intrigued gaze.

 “You’re one of ‘em new gods Mr. Wednesday is goin’ on about.” Holly herself was once considered a ‘new god’, but she had long strayed from that group, feeling far more comfortable with her elder brother, Samhain. The older gods were so much more... Real. Holly reaches out, plucks a chip from her open bag of Lays, and pops it in her mouth. “What do I owe the pleasure?” She crunches loudly. 

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alexskralie

   this was … embarrassing ? alex holds back a roll of his eyes.    however, he was the one to bite, wasn’t he ? & it would be     more awkward to not play along at this point. a heavy exhale    precedes his words, ❝ uh … i don’t know. uh, red ? ❞ he glances    down at her palms, incredulously, ❝ i’m gonna be really mad if    we end up summoning the devil. ❞

     “Devil ain’t got shit on me,” she mumbles just under her breath. A patient smile warms her pallid countenance. “Alright. Now close your eyes. Just keep thinkin’ of your color.” She gingerly cups his hands between hers. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, then slowly peels back her hands for the big reveal. Settling in his palm is a red. heart-shaped lollipop. A small red ribbon is tied halfway down the white stick. “Ta-dah~!”

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sightiiings

a brow quirks upwards as atticus eyes her skirt. she made her own clothes? a slight hum of appreciation escapes him as he nods. “impressive.” 

though, the half-hearted smile that had settled onto his features quickly dissipates at her curious questions. in the midst of light-hearted conversation, he had nearly forgotten his reason for being here. he turns his gaze to the farm house just up the road from their perch. “there’s a man in the backyard burying the body of his wife.” from where they sat, neither could see him, but atticus knew he was still there. “sometimes fate is just a CRUEL BITCH.”

     “I noticed,” she replies simply. “It was my doing. The death of the wife, I mean       technically.” After her brother was killed by the jaded townspeople who turned to a different god, Holly wanted to exact her revenge. When the people of Joshua refused to do another yearly harvest sacrifice, she cursed the town in the name of her brother, Samhain. “Famine has infected this land because the people are selfish and greedy and ungrateful,” she explains with soft nonchalance. “The birds were dropped from the sky and the river has run dry.”

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atticus could hear the distant growl of thunder echoing from miles away. the girl, as condescending as she may have been, was right. refraining from any sort of outward reaction, atticus simply lets his legs swing from the edge of the slanted tin roof, shoes knocking lightly against the side of the old barn. “—-something tells me i’ll be fine.” the dull thud of old boots against the metal barn was drowned out by another boom of thunder. the slightest smile works it’s way onto his face as he looks up to the umbrella being held out above his head. “cute umbrella.”

  “Thanks! I made it myself,” she states proudly, her chest puffing a tad. A grin cocks at the corner of her mouth. “I’m quite crafty, you see. I even made the skirt that I’m wearing.” She pinches the black, tutu fabric, pulling it out to show off the lace and ruffles. “But enough about me. I wanna know about y o u, stranger.” 

    She was simply itching to know what he was-      why he came here. He was a RARITY, she could feel it in her bones. “What made you come out all the way to Joshua, Wisconsin?”

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° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

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@redruined ; starter call.

“Are you from around here?” ‘Here’ was Joshua, Wisconsin       a farm town built on sacrifice to the harvest. Long ago, her brother, Samhain, would accept yearly sacrifices in return for a promise of bountiful harvest and vitality. The people got their crops. Her brother got his blood. However, lately, people were losing their drive. As much as Holly adored her holiday of Halloween, she wanted to see her brother thrive off sacrifices for his harvest season. So, Holly was on the hunt for a sacrifice since the people of Joshua had grown jaded and lazy.

Holly tongues the inside of her mouth, studying the other with calculated ardor. “....This town is a shit-stain, don’tcha agree?” How DARE the people not give sacrifices to her kin? She would curse them all... But for now, she would sit at the Ashbury Diner, making small talk with the first person she saw. 

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@pazzodidio ; starter call.

     “Have you lost your way?” Holly stands before him in the tall grass of the forest clearing where the serpents slithered and the cicadas hummed. She looked curiously upon him, studying the man with eerie fervor. She remains stagnant, bare feet twitching upon the soft bed of dirt and leaves. “Are you traveling somewhere? Or just out for a moonlit saunter?”

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@abottomfeederjustlikeme ; starter call.

     “The pancakes here are my absolute fave,” she tells the diner customer at the counter beside her. She had arrived in the town of Joshua that morning    a sleepy, farm town where a harvest festival was soon to take place. The festival, was, after all, for her and her brother     for the celebration of bounty and vitality. No one would know that this tiny thing was a sheep in wolf’s clothing. She knew every resident and every nook and cranny of the town, yet no one would recognize her. Blending in was a must. “You an out-of-towner? Never saw the likes of you before.”