manorspeaks

[manorspeaks]

blvirambrosio‌:

she couldn’t sleep for about the fifth day in a row. it was hard to find enough peace, enough comfort, in the string of light she had hanging around her room, part of her felt like a hand would just reach out and grab it, yanking them down and leaving her in complete darkness one day. so grabbing a sweater and pulling it on, she went outside, hoping maybe to catch a glimpse of the stars through the light given off by the manor. a voice broke her from her thoughts, blair looking up and finding a face she was actually quite fond of. “i try to avoid high places, heights aren’t really my thing.”

a half smile came onto his lips as he heard the familiar voice. he had seen everyone around the house but the blonde was nice to him when he was mean last month. he didn’t deserve that. he didn’t deserve much of anything. maybe being dead, at least. he felt the mood of the manor shift after the last burial. maybe they were all finally realizing that there was no way to leave. he was sure they’d find that out or already have. his head nodded after she finished speaking, glancing back to the cliffs. “you don’t have to go to the top of the cliffs to appreciate it. sometimes just standing here makes you appreciate the small things in life.” his head shook briefly. he enjoyed the cliffs but not as much as some of his fellow ghosts. “what is your thing?” 

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prevaricatcr‌:

it wasn’t something he had told anyone else; in fact he felt a little silly for doing it. after all, elliot wasn’t completely sure how much logical sense it made, to keep visiting the graves after they’d buried them now that so long as there was someone manning the oujia board; they could still be spoken to. but it felt…polite in a deeper sense, correct perhaps, to return. to say some kind words, maybe. he was surprised by her appearance by the burial plot, a smile on his face flickering between a more sober expression, tempered slightly by nerves. “hi there. i, ah—” he held out his hand, a chunk of dusty white-grey quartz resting in his palm.”i brought you a rock,” he said, feeling like an absolute idiot. “i was gonna put it somewhere like, around…” he gestured vaguely to where they had laid her mortal body to rest. 

she had come to her grave more often than she’d like to admit, when she promised the boys she’d be on the board, she’d find her gaze drifting out the window, soon standing on the back patio, before finally being drawn to her final resting place. she avoided her body’s whereabouts for so long, always believing having a final resting place would bring her some kind of peace and be the clue to why she was trapped, but alas. here she stood. “for me?” she asked, taking a couple of steps closer to gaze down at the rock, her smile strengthening for a moment as her gaze flickered up to meet his. “it’s lovely, i love it. but do you think maybe you can put it somewhere else for me?” she asked, her smile fading for a moment.

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mxdisonhowcll‌:

though madison hadn’t been able to attend the burial itself, she’d found herself coming out to the plots during the day and spending an hour or so there. her attempts to contact imogen and wes had seemed to fall on deaf ears and she’d been worried that with the discovery of their bodies that they were gone. no longer tethered to the mansion. a sense of relief washed over her when she saw a familiar figure, a weight simultaneously lifting and growing heavier when she realized that they hadn’t left. somehow, they were still here. “imo. i was worried we weren’t going to see you again,” a pause, “not that it would necessarily be bad for you but, i hated the idea of being here without you. i don’t think any of us would make it out.”

as madison came closer, imogen followed suite in closing the space between them. her arms wrapped around her frame, holding her sides and crossed. “i’m sorry, i- you will, and i’m always here.” her tone was faint as she felt a smile, a genuine one, come across her features. if she could feel anything, she was sure she’d feel nothing but warmth from the other’s words. “you don’t have to worry angel, about anything.” a pause as she looked to the ground, thinking back to the day where madison sat across from her. but imogen couldn’t bare move the planchette. “i’m sorry, by the way, i didn’t mean to make you feel like you were alone, or- anything. are you okay, my love?”

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mxdisonhowcll‌:

madison didn’t want to get her hopes up about the ghosts becoming visible again, nothing made sense but at the same time, didn’t that mean anything was possible? she’d taken to pacing around the house, staying in the light and practically jumping at any shadow she saw, even if it was her own. just as the clock struck midnight, she turned, coming face-to-face with “wes.” she whispered, eyes widening as the memory of seeing his body came rushing back, her heart practically stopped before she was able to take another breath. “you’re back.” she said, her voice sounding a bit more relieved mixed with pleased this time, closer to the normal madison.

“i mean,” he began, his smile a bit stronger as he looked her over. hopping up to sit on the nearest counter and his feet swinging, back and forth. “i’m sort of always around, you know, but I am back, hey.” his eyes were filled with excitement, he missed talking to all of them but madison always had such a bright energy about her. though, he was able to sense the girl’s dimmer moments. he’d blame it on the house, surely no one could stay too happy all of the time. “how are you holding up?”

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the days were long when you couldn’t sleep. the nights were longer looking over your shoulder. theo hadn’t felt like himself in a long time and definitely didn’t feel any better when he attended the burial last week. standing off to the side where no one could see if he were visible. theo wasn’t sure he would ever be used to the snow but he enjoyed the calmness that it brought. he could feel the slight burn of the cold in his lips but he didn’t need a coat. he took a deep breath, taking a step back towards the house. he could feel the atmosphere change and he knew it was already past midnight. the moon was high and everything was still. his head turned as he felt movement around him, glancing up to face one of the guests. “you should check out the cliffs with all the snow. it’s a beautiful sight.” 

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open starter,

wesley felt so different since last month, being able to talk to the others, and have them see him. he was seriously looking forward to this day, for the first time in a long time... he was anticipating something. the entire day prior bothering theo and imogen about how he was going to scare the guests. gaze flickered to the clock which read 11:59, he knew rowan would be walking through that door any minute so quickly, he stood in front of one of the unknowing guests. once the clock struck twelve, he appeared. seemingly out of thin air with a wide smile on his features. “boo.”

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open starter,

when her body was discovered, imogen felt strangely at peace, but also wildly embarrassed. having avoided the ouija board most of the time after her body was laid to rest. she just couldn’t bare touch the object and speak to them. seeing herself in that condition was striking. even once her sister came onto the property she remained out of the other’s view, it wasn’t until she stood out by her burial plot did she see one of the living. a nervous look over her features as she tried to flash them a smile. “hi,” being the only words she could find.

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open starter,

stood in the center of the livingroom, the temperature of the room grew with warmth. her smile strong as she looked to one of the current residents of her favorite building. “hi there,” she chirped with ease. “i’m surprised this place hasn’t burned down yet, have you been enjoying your stay?” her smile wide as she allowed her body to rest on the couch, though no indent could be seen from what would be her weight.

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elvira walks into the dark room with her camera in hand as she yells at the ghosts. "hey ghouls, i'll give you twenty bucks if you kill me! i'll put it on camera too, you'll be famous!"

the planchette remains still, but the light flicks on by itself.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONTINUE?

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— ･ﾟ✧ 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 "𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔" 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗? ⌟

the planchette moves quickly across the board, F-R-Z-N-O-N-L-Y-C-B-4-D-E-A-D

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greetings! i made a bet with a friend, and i mean no offense. but! would any of you consider dating me, at least? any takers?

the planchette moves quickly across the board, M-A-Y-B-E then remains still for a moment before quickly moving to rest over NO.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONTINUE?

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— ･ﾟ✧ 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒-𝚏𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 ? 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 ! ⌟

the planchette moves quickly across the board, C-A-N-T

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is ida here? it was betty white's birthday the other day. isn't it cool that rose nylund is 98 now?

the planchette remains still on the board, before lazily moving up to the top right LEFT corner, resting over YES.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONTINUE?

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blvirambrosio‌:

“I’ll just make that my new job, carry out what you wished was your legacy,” blair laughed a bit. she jumped a bit when he sat upright, “i just interviewed him for an article! it’s not like we had tea, and she can try to find it, but i won’t be watching it with you.” after that she bit her bottom lip, really debating if she wanted to share imo’s loop with wes. “i started i think, with rowan, i haven’t met her, but it was a redhead who didn’t look like imo, asking if i knew where her sister was and then i heard someone calling her name but when i turned around she wasn’t there, so i followed her down the stairs and outside, i think it was rowan in the flower bed like.. hurt and imo was begging someone to call nine one one saying she was okay, the dream ended with this like front lady that doesn’t exist grabbing my shoulder and saying the garden was nice.”

“jesus fuck,” wesley said as he listened to the story, his head slowly shaking as he lets out an awkward laugh, one hand rubbing his face as he didn’t even really look at the other. “so she finds her every time?” his question directly mostly at himself as he wondered more times than not just how in depth imogen’s loop was. he lifted his gaze soon to speak again, but as he spoke he couldn’t be heard. lips moving, but no sound coming from them. It was obvious he asked a question, with the way he gestured to her. but then shortly after that, he began to fade. the color in his eyes and face draining away before soon, he couldn’t be seen still sitting in the chair across from her.

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blvirambrosio‌:

“It’s one of the like.. five rules or whatever, but I was thinking of proposing a schedule to everyone, where we take shifts leaving different lights on in our rooms. And I might, accidentally, stay up until three or four writing from time to time.” Never an accident, sometimes she’d fall asleep with it on, laptop on the bed next to her, playing it off like one. “I actually messaged a few people about this, what would happen if we tried to take the light to him? Rather then the shadows coming for us?”

“That would be smart, Blair.” Imogen said in a proud tone, her smile wide as she furrowed her brows. “I believe there should be some sort of fairy lights in the basement, or that’s at least what Wesley told me.” As she spoke her tone became faint, though, it wasn’t obvious to her. One hand moving to rub her eyes as she smiled. “Take the light to him, now that...” Her mouth continued but her words no longer heard, but as she spoke she shook her head and she could be seen laughing. But it doesn’t last for long, because soon, Imogen could no longer be seen. The redhead vanishing right before the other’s eyes.

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therealfluke‌:

“ do you even – do you even show up in photographs ? is that a thing ? or is that just vampires ? i won’t, y’know – i won’t test it, but do you know ? ” he would respect the other’s privacy, of course – never would he take a picture of him without his permission ! how rude it would be ! “ okay – yeah, okay, okay ! ” as he picked the lighter back up and tucked it back into his pocket, he shook his head… then nodded it side-to-side, his hand movement matching the action. “ siblings – they didn’t believe me, but i – i knew it ! ” oh, wonderful day ! “ wait – imogen… ” his excitement, while still present, experienced a brief halt. “ does imogen have, uh, red hair ? look, um, maybe around, like… early 20s ? ” it wasn’t exactly a name you heard often…

“I don’t know to be frank, I haven’t really tried it myself. I have caught a couple of people taking photos but it’s always of random fucking corners. Why would I be standing next to a curtain when there’s a perfectly comfortable couch to lay on?” he asked, genuine in his question as his smile widened. “siblings have a tendency to do that, don’t they? just fuckin’ fuck them. yeah man you were right.” wesley’s smile remained strong on his features until he caught a glimpse of red hair, rushing past one of the windows. “that’s my girl,” he said absentmindedly. “I mean, not my girl, that’s the girl with the plans usually. real sugary sweet type, got those big doe eyes that make you wanna just say everything.” he said, now pointing to the window. “speaking of,” his voice soft, ever since he began speaking it had dipped lower and lower in volume. “I should go...” his mouth continued move, clear that he was still speaking but the words couldn’t be heard. then suddenly, he rushes from the other, running back into the manor. his path would take him by a window, but no trace of him was seen.

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therealfluke‌:

“ right ? it’s like they weren’t even considering the ghosts’ feelings when they made it – really inconsiderate. i mean, it’s like, i can ask the ghost’s name, but can they ask mine ? ” he replied, feigning absolute outrage at the product. nonetheless, the next time he used a ouija board, he’d be sure to say his name first. he’d only used it when attempting to summon people ( ghosts ? ) he knew, but here… yes, he would say his name. even if they were just joking, if he was going to ask for theirs, it really was only fair. the remark she offered shortly after fluke brought up the chains prompted him to tilt his head to the side. it was a suspicious place, yes, and it did seem haunted, but he believed the chains had gone up to keep trespassers out… or something like that – he still didn’t really know. “ do you, uh, do you live here ? ” it hadn’t been advertised as anyone’s home, but… then again, it had so many five-star reviews, there were bound to be lies somewhere. “ and there are – there are ghosts here ? ” for as much as they’d spoken of the ouija board, confirmation was still desired and, furthermore, at least a slight explanation for her mysterious response. fluke offered a smile, one of the first genuine ones he’d given in a while. “ imogen. i, uh, i like your name. i’m levi, but i respond better to fluke, ” he replied, doing his best to imitate what an owner might say of their dog.

“best to start off with introducing yourself, they’re putting it all in your hands now.” she smiled, though her attention drifted away from him now, her focus solely on the front door. her sister standing there, it was clear her time had come but Imogen had so much to say. his question drew her attention back, her head slowly nodding as she flashed a gentle smile. “I do,” she said though her voice was much fainter now. her head nodded again in response to his question as she left her lips sealed for the moment. his smile drew hers to strengthen as she stood from her spot. “levi, like the jeans? oof, I like fluke better, but it’s a pleasure, it’s really been incredible. thank you.” she said with sincerity, her tone so soft now it could barely be heard as she quickly walked away from him, the petite vanishing as she exits the front of the manor.