#bc night is supposed to start at around 7:36 so that's when the ghosties would start coming out

[endlessreruns]

Tw mutilation, organ removal, death

“I’ll be fine” Harvey insisted as he finished pulling his shirt on. Dusk was settling in, the sky growing darker with each passing minute, but as long as he was back home and inside before it was dark completely he would be fine. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d cut it close, though usually that was walking back from the bar and not the Wu residence after a hookup. 

Derek told him, once again, that he was more than welcome to stay, but Harvey was already making his way down the stairs and towards the door. “Wait” he called after, stopping him at the door “Take this at least” he went over to grab a bat from inside what was probably supposed to be a coat closet, but had only ever been used for storage. He knew it probably wouldn’t be of much use, but it at least made him feel a little better. Maybe Harvey could get a good whack in that would be long enough to hold them off in order to get inside if it came down to it.

“Oh thanks” he took the bat from him, gripping it with one hand as he finally started the walk back home. Perhaps Harvey had misjudged the distance and Derek’s place was further from his than he thought, or maybe fate had simply decided to let the sky darken faster today, but as he moved, going at a fairly steady pace, the light was almost completely gone and he could only just see his and Sammie’s place…his place. 

Harvey picked the speed up then, now really not sure how much time he had between the dark of night and safety. Closer and closer the house started to become. Yes, yes he was going to make it. He felt in his pockets, getting ready to pull out the keys so he already had them out when he got to the - oh - 

“Mierda” Derek nearly shouted as he spotted the set of keys on the bar next to one of his mom’s plants. 

The sun was gone, hiding from the world til the morning, dusk had finally settled into the dark of night, and Harvey…Harvey was trapped. Still too far from his own place and with no keys to get in even if he was right at the door. People didn’t open their doors past dark, it was too risky. There were abandoned houses, but did all of those have the sigil on them? Was he supposed to just keep trying door after door in hopes of finding one that was open? The thoughts were coming rapidly and then he felt it.

 Something grabbed hold of him from behind, a hand on the shoulder of the arm that had been holding the bat. In a futile attempt he tried to swing the bat in an upward and back motion to maybe hit the thing behind him. The grip on his shoulder was strong, and It was then he felt a pain like nothing he’d ever felt before. He screamed, grip on the bat releasing, as he could feel and hear flesh tearing and bones breaking as his arm was ripped away at the shoulder, leaving bone exposed and blood pouring and squirting out from the wound. As the ghost pulled away with the arm it was released, the force of it flinging the arm to land on the pathway leading up to the steps of one of the nearby abandoned homes. Harvey fell to his knees and then forward onto his face, blood soaking the ground beneath him. The creature, the ghost, one who had decided to wear the face of his greatest moment of failure, rolled him over and was now on top of him. Maybe it was fitting that it was Sammie’s face he was seeing. 

He cried out in agony again as the ghost continued its torture and tore at his stomach, ripping him open. "Ward!" he cried out for his brother, the way he had when he was a kid and in need of help. Ward had always come; only Harvey knew that this time he wouldn't. Another scream of unbearable pain as two hands pulled flesh apart even further. "Ward!" He sobbed out this time as he felt the hands dip into his body, grab hold of his colon, and began to pull it out as he coughed and sputtered out blood on the cry of his brother's name.

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It was another night Eldon had decided on enjoying the fresh air and night sky. He was dressed in all dark clothes, not a deliberate choice, but rather the fact that most of his clothes were already of a darker shade, as well as a crocheted hat he’d bought from one of his fellow vendors at the trading post since the nights were still cold. His brow had perked in a sort of morbid curiosity when he’d spotted Harvey still outside after the sun was down. Was he carrying a bat? He lit a cigarette as he looked around to see the creatures starting to come out. Some from the woods and some from the cracks. Now this was going to be a fun show. 

He watched as the one attacked, coming from the back so Harvey never even stood a chance of seeing it. As he was dismembered and ripped open, Eldon made his way over, getting a closer look as he continued to casually smoke. Once there, he knelt and stared down at Harvey’s face, watching as the last bit of light left his eyes. He looked over to watch with interest as the creature rummaged inside to pull the remaining organs out and then as it stood and started off somewhere with the organs in hand. 

Eldon looked back at the opened torso: flesh splayed, chest brutally cracked open, rib cage pulled apart, and void of organs leaving nothing more than a bloody one-armed husk to rot in the ground. It sure was a sight. “Night, mate” he took a final drag off his cigarette and then put it out in the blood of Harvey’s gaping torso. He stood then, stepped over the body, and continued on his way to enjoy the rest of his night.

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 (Eldon took the cigarette with him and eventually flicked it into the giant crack in the ground at some point during the night. So when the body is discovered there’s not a random cigarette inside of it. Also due to his clothes/hat, it being night, and him keeping his body/face turned away from any nearby houses, people wouldn't be able to see him beyond maybe being able to make out a dark figure that could simply be mistaken for one of the ghosts)