#haunted halls

[notdeactivatedbutstilldead]

My insomnia, telling me to think about the history of music instead of sleeping:

[allastoredeer]

Someone on Twitter said they're scared of deer because deer will just stare at you for a long time before bounding away and, well, this was the first thing that came time mind.

RIP Angel Dust. He's never going to get a midnight snack ever again.

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.

[alternatesilco]

Every time someone edits Vanco to this song I die a little inside (and then favorite/save it)(SEND THE LINK IF YOU MADE/KNOW ONE).

(Yes, I made this photo just for this post, I’m a dramatic mf that feeds off angst.)

Lyrics:

Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind

You were mine, but you were awful every time

So don't tell them what you told me

Don't hold me like you know me

I would rather burn forever

But you should know that I died slow

Running through the halls of your haunted home

And the toughest part is that we both know

What happened to you

Why you're out on your own

Merry Christmas, please don't call

{Song: Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call}

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: The mansion is a place of misery from the foundation up. Plants grow directly from the walls, trees up from the floorboards, the outside trying desperately to swallow the evil thing whole.

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Wednesday, bursting through the door holding an urn: I found human remains at Goodwill.

Enid: I’m sorry, what?

Wednesday: Someone donated an urn to Goodwill and the ashes are still in it.

Enid: And so you decided to buy human ashes?

Wednesday: Yes.

Enid: From Goodwill?

Wednesday: Yes.

Enid:

Enid: I’m not even surprised.

Wednesday: Her name is Judith, I’m hoping she’ll haunt us.

Enid, in disgruntled acceptance: Yeah I know babe.

[dartalias]

Kuruk christmas (or holidays) fanart

Based on this song:

(I thoght on Yangchen singing the chorus and it just consumed my brain)

[wistfulpoltergeist]

Episode 2

“Hello, anyone?” Amadeo walked into a gloomy hall, filled with unsettled dust.

“Mr and Mrs Rogers? It’s Amadeo Goldfield, the new house owner.”

Only echo from the dim halls came in reply.

The house looked solemn, dark… expectant, and smelled of roses.

Amadeo looked around the stucco walls in the vivid Victorian style and traditional furniture as if frozen in time, preserved from decaying in this secluded place. 

He swept a finger over the nearest tabletop.

Clean.

“I see the front yard is in a terrible state!” Amadeo cried toward what he assumed was the kitchen.

“The shrubs need trimming.”

He noticed a vase with freshly picked flowers on the table. The rose fragrance hung in the air like the morning mist. There was a note beside it, lined with steady, stiff handwriting.

“Dear Mr Goldfield,

Welcome to Hill House. We don’t stay on the premises after four o’clock. If you are reading this, then you are late. The dinner is in the oven. Help yourself to any side dishes and snacks I left in the fridge. Your master bedroom and guest rooms are ready. The old boiler is on, though the water runs gurgling. The plumber you hired hasn’t finished his job.

I’d say ‘make yourself at home’ if I believed you could.

Help you, God. Yours sincerely, Stella Rogers.”

♫Ben Chatwin - A Story of the Days to Come♫

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[gablehood]

Honestly I love the choice to begin TMATL with that long lingering shot of Anne being rowed to The Tower. It feels so haunting. Ofc the shot was already used in the s1 finale, but this time it feels so different framed in a new context, with a ghostly stillness. She's already gone, already a memory, already haunting Cromwell. It begins with her downfall and it will end with his. He says his goodbyes to the goddesses; a last flitting glance over his shoulder. No trace of Anne Boleyn. He remembers her saying - was it in this very room? - 'Be good to me.' He thinks, if I see her again, perhaps this time I will.

[noahhawthorneauthor]

they're not your typical heroes

and yes I know it's may but creepy forests and haunted houses are all year round, kay?

[notdeactivatedbutstilldead]

An introduction

Hello, my name is Ghost, I use it/it's pronouns. The only age-range I will give you is a young adult. I am aro/ace. I am in several fandoms and might end up posting some fan stuff here .

My general talking tag is #haunted halls. My writing/art tag is #haunted creations

Send me hate and I will heckle you.

Cheers

[daandyli0n]

(warnings for eye contact and blood)

pov: World's Most Paranoid Five Year Old (< witnessed his dad kill someone)

@that-darn-clown @hello-there-world and @docterzerocare here's the boy!! Cassidy!! :D

[tallertysupremacy]

Spoilers for seasons of shadowhunters/sobh

OH MY GOD???? HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS?? ITS LITERALLY THE KICKSTARTER BANNER!!! PRINTED ON THE SHIPPING LABEL!!

[ca-ravaggio]

The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020) // Maurice by E. M. Forster (1971) // Our Flag Means Death (2022-)

[lizardson]

what if I said kevjean