#ghostly encounter

[alettertothesea]

Once Upon A Time

It was the first time he was coming back here in years. He never thought he would set foot here again. In this city. In this street. In front of this door. The last time he had closed it behind him, he had sworn to himself that he would never come back. Yet here he was, one hand gripping the handle and weighing up the pros and cons of whether to lower it. Because this house wasn’t just any building and the pale imitation of the others forming the residential precinct. It was the only place he could call home. And he didn’t really know what he was doing here today. Why he had bought a train ticket at the last minute. Why he had spend hours sitting on an uncomfortable seat last night to be standing in front of this door.

Sighing and wiping away with an invisible hand any thought that could make him turn and run away from this place, Hinata opened the door and stepped inside. He might have been surprised at the atmosphere that suddenly wrapped him or the odor that covered the walls of his nostrils. But a draft hit him violently like a gust of wind in a storm. The humidity and mold of the time didn’t fill the place. The mixture of floral perfume and chemicals from fresh paint wasn’t floating in the air. After so many years, the house still had that same smell of fresh laundry with a hit of citrus. Hinata smiled when he recognized the subtlety of the fruit. Tangerine.

“Why did you buy tangerines? You don’t even like them!”

“But you do. Moreover, just because I don’t eat them doesn’t mean I hate their fragrance! Besides, I fell in love with a big, sweet and at times sour tangerine. So how can I hate them?”

A snort crossed his sealed lips when the last bits of memory evaporated from his mind and from before his eyes; jumping at the same time at the sound he had just made. How long had it been since he laughed with such innocence? With such fondness? With so much love? How long had it been since he actually laughed?

It had taken him years to start over after that day. Yet a few seconds in this house seemed to cure all his sorrows and heal all the scars left open within him.

Hinata went further into the house. Nothing had moved or changed. He didn’t know why this fact surprised him, because, technically, it was normal for everything to stay as its righteous place if nobody lived here. If no human presence animated this skeleton of concrete, wood and plaster. Still, he couldn’t prevent his heart from squeezing painfully in his chest. He couldn’t help sliding his forefinger along the edge of a piece of furniture to collect a thin layer  of dust. Or his eyes to fall on one of the photos placed here and there throughout the house. The picture painted an immeasurable happiness. An unconditional love. A loving home.

With a trembling hand, Hinata took the frame. His already tight throat constricted even more. He gulped past the lump in the middle of it. His eyes glazed from the tears that had created an opaque curtain over them. He gently stroked the cheek of the second man who was frozen on the glossy paper. In the halo of sunlight, the man with ebony hair and midnight blue eyes (which no one could see because he had closed them), so dark that Hinata had always had the sensation of drowning in the depths of the ocean, was smiling like Hinata had never seen him smile. His lips were stretched to his ears and his straight white teeth were visible.

“Why did you develop it? And why did you put it here on display?”

“Because people need to know you can smile!”

“I look stupid!”

“No, you look beautiful!”

The photo pressed against his chest, right on his heart, Hinata found himself on the engawa. Sliding slowly down the beam, his gaze lost in the vastness of the garden, which didn’t look like a wilderness, as if someone came to maintain it regularly, Hinata wondered how things had turned out that way. How the light could have given way to darkness so quickly. How the sun, the cloudless azure sky could have been chased away so that an eternal night settles over his head.

“I came back. You begged me to and I told you I would. But where are you?”

[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko looked up and locked eyes with his cousin, who was struck speechless. Then, ever so slowly, Lu Ten's lips twitched upwards. And then he smiled. And then he beamed. And then he nodded proudly once, just once, and vanished.

Lu Ten comes back in For the Spirits Chapter VII: Take Me South, only to leave Zuko with more questions than answers. Just how much is he truly aware of? When will he return? What is Zuko going to do now?

(What will the South bring?)

[lulu2992]

Faith Seed ❈ The Siren

Monarch of the Bliss

[thatsbelievable]

[cr1ngetherapyyy]

Hi, I’m a writer with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)

My name is Cringe. I use vi/vir/virs pronouns but I also use they/he/she for those who don’t fw neos.

My name is Aster. I use they/them pronouns. I’m the current host of our DID system the Cosmic Collective.

As we write this post, Aster and I are co-conscious so you can tell who is talking by the color of the text.

I’m green, they’re blue.

Cringe likes to write one project and one project only at a time. Vi doesn’t move on to another story until vi finishes the first one vir working on.

Aster has 30 different stories they’re writing all at the same time. They go where the inspiration takes them and they’re a perfectionist so they tend to edit as they write as well.

Unlike Cringe who just word vomits onto the page.

Vi has a talent that I find to be really awesome. I’m impressed by their ability to write thousands of words per day for one project at a time.

Vi is working on a Cookie Run fanfic rn. (Sapphire/Silverbell, vampire AU, illegal auction rescue trope). Over the course of the last 9 days, vi has written upwards of 15k words. Averaging 2-3k per day.

Which to me is wild. I can barely make it to 1k each month or so.

I dunno I just get in the zone. It’s the autism idk.

Ah yes, the ADHD & Austism duo lol. We are AuDHD and it’s really fascinating to experience as a system because while we are all AuDHD, our symptoms, presentation, and where we land on the spectrum varies wildly alter to alter.

That aside, Aster has a main project they’re working on which is an original episodic story called Ghostly Encounters of the Fourth Kind (GEFK).

It’s about an Arch-Demon who’s scared of ghosts and a human with DID who can’t see ghosts who go ghost hunting for their YouTube channel.

Once I finish my current fic, I’ll probably finish my second fic waiting in the wings but I also plan on helping Aster write GEFK. So I don’t know which of the two projects I’ll do next.

I rly hope it’s GEFK… I need help…

We’ll see.

A lot of our writing reflects our experiences and reality living with the comorbidity of ADHD, Autism, CPTSD, and all the other health issues that trifecta + DID creates for us.

We hope you like our writing! And we hope we can make connections with likeminded fans and writers in the community.

[the-forest-library]

My fiancé received a new ouija board for the holidays, and we inaugurated it tonight with a discussion with a ghost named Jo (short for Josephine, born 1826 in Michigan), who said she knew me because I read her book. She wouldn’t disclose the name of the book, but said it was about rabbits and that someone else had published it in their name. She said that her favorite book was ���AMB,” but it’s no longer in print.

She said that she met Mary Shelley on the other side, and Mary is very nice and gay (I cannot stress how quickly and emphatically that was spelled out).

So, not too bad as far as ouija sessions go, I guess. 😂

[ghostlyencountersofthefourthkind]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Original demon character/original transgender male character Characters: Original Male Human Character(s), Original Demon Character(s), Original Trans Character(s), Original character with DID Additional Tags: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Ghost Hunters, Ghost Sex, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Character of Color, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Comedy, Eventual Romance, YouTube, Demons, Ghosts, Angels, Humans, Witches, Demon Summoning, Trans Male Character, t4t | original characters, Mild Sexual Content Summary: I, an archdemon, fear ghosts like an elephant fears a mouse. My human companion, though concerningly easy to possess, can’t see ghosts & fears nothing. Together we explore haunts for our ghost hunting YouTube channel.

(T4T demon(Aamon)/human with DID(Riot Gang) pairing who share one brain cell.)

[basementofthebizarre]

The Mysteries of the Bridgewater Triangle: Exploring New England's Paranormal Hotspot

Nestled in southeastern Massachusetts, the Bridgewater Triangle is an area shrouded in mystery, folklore, and paranormal phenomena. Spanning approximately 200 square miles, this region has garnered a reputation as one of the world’s most active paranormal hotspots, drawing in researchers, thrill-seekers, and curious visitors alike. From ghostly encounters to UFO sightings and cryptid sightings,…

[the-inkwell-variable]

writing share tag

thank you for the tag, @theink-stainedfolk! i've written a little more for Ghostly Encounters in the Undead Zone, so here you go, for my share!

“Wait – Jules’s first time is going to be in a high school?  That's fucked up.”

Live shone his flashlight through the broken glass window of the door, shivering as another chill evening breeze cut through his denim jacket.  “Not really.  Mine was in a Laundromat.”

Jacqui spread her fingers wide.  “Mine,” she informed the group in dramatically hushed tones, “was a fully furnished – yet completely abandoned – basement apartment.”

Live didn't even look away from the window.  “Jacqui, we're seven years postpoc.  Everything's abandoned.”

“And how is that more fucked up than a high school?” Johanna demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.  Another gust of cold wind bit through her sweater, but she refused to let her body tremble.  She was not going to let them know that they were right about her choice of clothing, damn it.

Jacqui pointed at her stubbed ear.  “Where did you think that happened?”

“I was hoping to never find out.”. Johanna flipped her azure-dip-dyed black hair over her shoulder.

[yharnamcrow]

I walked into the entirely wrong building, I think. Considering I encountered what seems to be a ghost...

Hm. I will book this under "strangeness of this world" and move out. I have to take Maria for a walk, or she will go and get antsy. All these minor disasters in the area give her anxiety.

[whoredmode]

oh what if…..what if there was a lin cameo in the LoP story. maybe at the end of the story. epilogue. imagining troy alone at a bar, reflecting on everything that’s happened. still reeling from anteros agreeing to eric’s deal. feeling as if he’s losing anteros, feeling him already beginning to slip away and fearful of what the future holds. he can’t bear to lose him, not after everything and everyone else he’s lost. he looks up, thinking maybe some bar people-watching will take his mind off things, when suddenly he swears he recognizes a face in the crowd. he straightens up, trying to get a better look at the figure as she moves away. his heart quickens, he scrambles out of his barstool and tries to follow her. it can’t be. he knows it’s crazy to believe but…..they never did let him see her body in the morgue. they never gave the saints a chance to bury her. it couldn’t be lin. but that figure. that face. he can’t forget the face of the first person he swore to protect. every piece of her is burned into his memory.

he pushes his way out of the bar, out of the sea of people and into the cold night air. no one is around. it’s just him on the street corner w nothing but the orange streetlamp shining on him like a searchlight. he’s all at once dizzy, disoriented. maybe the booze is starting to take effect, or maybe the thought of chasing ghosts is enough to turn his stomach.

[ghostly-overture-wally]

hey, do you mind if I add you to a "as many wally aus as I recall " sideshow? I'm going to torture my classmates with it at the end of the school year!

“Oh yes, I would very much like to be included in your ‘slideshow’.”

“But I have to ask, what is a ‘slideshow’, Neighbor?”

[777-9311]

i need to get tf outta my dad's house. i took this selfie in the living room a night ago and just look at the floor near the gray chair to the right.................i was drunk in this (bottle in hand) and was trying 2 find good lighting on my face

[myhauntedsalem]

Ghostly Biker Encounter

Some nights seem spooky when you are alone traveling down a long and windy road. These moments have been talked about over time. They are what is known as roadside ghosts. These entities seem to have been left behind in their lives. Biker ghosts and spirits are believed to be victims of horrific crashes. Their souls are trapped between the land of the living and the dead.

As strange as it may seem, people believe in these urban myths…perhaps it was nothing more than their mere imagination. The paranormal phenomenon apparently has happened in different spots throughout the world. Take for example the story of a lone motorbike rider who was out late, driving on a lone country back road by himself.

The rider was barely able to make out what appeared to be a woman who had long dark flowing hair standing along the side of the road. Her hair dangled covering her face from the nightly breeze. The woman beckoned silently to the rider to pull over, and fearing for the lady’s safety on such a bleak night, he promptly obliged.

As the moment passed the howling winds began to pick up. She climbed onto the rear of the motorcycle, the driver asked her where she was traveling to. This mysterious lady whispered into his ear “I need to get back home”. “Right” he replied. The lady didn’t seem to talk very much instead preferring to communicate with gestures pointing out the rest of the way. Her figure was draped by a long flowing dress which also appeared slightly torn.

As they drove further down the road, a word was spoken by her—but the motorcycle driver had trouble understanding her from the noise made by the blowing winds and motorbike. She duly wrapped her arms around the unsuspecting rider, he was in a moment of contentment. The woman’s grip became tighter and tighter. The rider could see off in the distance a town. Before reaching their destination, he looked back at her face with a shock of horror.

She appeared to be ghastly dead with flesh rotten and eyes unlike nothing he had ever seen. This sent him into a frightful slide crashing along the road just out of reach of the town. To his absolute amazement, the woman was gone as if she vanished into thin air. The only conclusion he could draw, was that he had been carrying a ghost behind him.

Later he found out from the local pub about a young woman who had been killed earlier along the same route he had been driving on. The description seemed to match her figure in size. How she died was a motorcycle accident involving a semi trailer truck which happened years ago.

[alexhillmystery]

Happy Halloween! Get your spooky fix with the game demo for Alex Hill at hannahontrek.itch.io/alexhill 👻👻

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