#i just get possessed by their spirit and they use me as a ouija board to type out their snappy one-liners (im the body split in two)

[oynonrings]

Do you have any tips for writing Artemy and Daniil, and additionally, Artemy and Daniil interaction? You write them so in-character and emotive I just read through your stories in awe. I've been trying to get their characters down for my own fic (that I might gift to you if you were partial to that) but I just don't have that final je ne sais quoi that rounds them out yet :(

Please help me, oh Oynonrings of the Pathologic Pond, I require your yaoi wisdom.

THIS IS SUCH A NICE ASK TO GET AHHHH BUT I NEVER KNOW HOW TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION......thank you so much anon<3<3<3 but also i dont know man. i think it helps that im an annoying sarcastic asshole and so are they, so its not much of a stretch/j. if i dont know what to put next i just add a snarky quip knowing that its probably more in character than anything else i could put

i think my best advice if youre stuck trying to find their Character Voices would be to go through their respective pathologicdialogue archives for the Vibes. it can be really useful to reference canon material to get a feel for how they react to things or phrase specific thoughts, particularly if its been a while since youve played the game or something! i think i also read a lot of really good books (<-classic lit snob womp womp) so that might make my dialogue stronger??? i dont know my patho fics have been the first time ive really written anything, i just black out and then walk out of the doc covered in blood with 17k of burda smut written

and OF COURSE!!! id LOVE to see your fic when its done!!!<3<3 im so glad to hear that ive inspired other people to write burda fic, its good for my soul<3

[rezwrites]

Hiya! Can you please write fem reader x Rio where Y/N gets possessed during the trial by her dead evil mother (similar to Agatha) and others want to punish her too, and Rio is the only one who protects her? Later she calms her down too, when reader is back to normal

Here you go!

Warnings: thoughts of stabbing

Everyone was gathered around the ouija board fingers on the planchette. The air grew heavy with an otherworldly energy. A round of questions go by with no answer until Teen asks, “what do you want?”

Everybody looks puzzled when the planchette spells out punish. Everyone’s voices rise up questioning if someone was moving the planchette, overlapping each other.

“Stop it, enough,” you take a deep breath, speaking up, “who do you want to punish?”

The planchette started moving across the board erratically spelling your name repeatedly. Your heart sinks as feel everybody looking at you, Rio keeping her eyes on you gauging your reaction.

Yanking your hands away as if the planchette burned you. You walked to the middle of the room trying to prevent yourself from hyperventilating. Everyone agreed on what had to be done to pass the trial, moving towards you with various ideas to punish you.

“Don’t touch her!” Rio puts herself between you and the rest of the coven, knife in her hand. Overcome by the malevolent presence of a spirit, you feel an eerie chill crawl up your spine as you fall to your knees.

The lights go out as supernatural screams fill the room, objects flying everywhere. Realizing you’ve disappeared everyone grabs a light, Rio frantically looking for you, “where is she?”

You came out of no where snarling, acting erratically. Everybody panics not knowing what do when you start attacking all of them.

Lilia finds the breaker switching the lights on, all the noise and objects stopped. Snapping out of your trance you back yourself against the wall by the television, as an apparition manifests on the wooden stairs.

The ghost of your mother appears. Rio’s face twists in clear disgust, putting her knife away knowing there’s nothing she could do against a ghost even if she wants to stab your mother a thousand times.

“Leave her with me. She needs to learn what it means to be a true witch.” You mother tries convincing then to leave you behind.

“No! no way. Just because she isn’t selfish or power-hungry like you doesn’t mean she isn’t a true witch. If anything her punishment was having a mother like you trying to corrupt her every step of her life, in order to use her as a weapon.” Rio rants to your mother, cursing her name. The second it leaves her mouth, every regressed memory and feeling came bubbling to the surface.

The path to the road opens up, Rio signals to the others to go on ahead, that you two will catch up. She runs to you, kneeling beside you. You kept her at arms distance, “I’m fine, really.”

Rio shook her head in disbelief, “I know you aren’t. Don’t brush this off like it’s nothing.”

“I was terrified, okay?! And so angry,” you take a breath attempting to steady yourself, “I thought I was okay after all this time but after seeing her, all the trauma she put me through I just wanted to-” choking up on your words your magic flickered around your fingertips, diminishing when you curled your hands into fists.

Rio slid her arms around you, pulling you into her embrace wanting nothing more to never let you go. She tucked your head under her chin as you break down in her arms, clinging tightly to her torso. She rubs your back as you sob, “You’re doing the best you can, that’s all anyone can ask of you. Take your time, I’m right here.”

[writtenbyan-aries]

Summary: Anon request - "can you PLEASEE give us something super smutty, super kinky, halloween themed either both sam and colby or just colby. kinda like the halloween one you did for sam?"

Basically, this will be reader at a Halloween party and they decide to mess with an ouija board and Colby gets attached to reader, but doesn't reveal himself until reader is home.

Warnings: SMUT18+, Strong language, alcohol consumption, drunk actions, demon! Colby possesses reader, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both), choking, hair pulling, scratching, filth

Word count: 4.7k | somewhat edited

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“Alright guys.” Ray says as he claps to get everyone’s attention, “Halloween game time.”

You walk into the living room, shocked at what you see, "No." You hold up your hand, pointing to the board lying in the middle of the circle, "No. fucking. Way."

The group groans, trying to convince you, "Come on, you really believe in that?" One says. Another chimes in, "It's all fake anyway."

You roll your eyes, "You have no idea what you're messing with. Plus, you all are fucking drunk."

"Come on." Your best friend, Amelia grabs your wrist as you stand up, "You don't have to touch it, but just stay with me.." she laughs slightly, "Moral support."

"You know this could get bad. Fast." You whisper as you lean in, “I am always saying how these things are a bad idea.”

“Can you please just stay.” She more or less demands, and you lean into her, squinting, "You're scared, aren’t you?”

She scoffs, "N-no.. u just.. can you just please?"

You sigh, "Fine. Fine. But I'm not touching that thing."

You sit there, watching as the guys across from you argue about how to get started.

"How do you- where's the instructions?"

You sigh, "You're supposed to cleanse the board first, and it would be better if you would stop-" you watch as someone spills alcohol on the board and you sigh, "Drinking."

"Lighten up, y/n." Sam says nudging you, "What? Are you afraid that we'll let all the dark spirits in?" He laughs, "Hell is empty tonight. So.." he leans over, "Can't summon something if it's already here, right?"

You rolled your eyes, you felt like the only sober one there.

"Alright, everyone, one finger on.. this thing." Ray says pointing to the pointer, "oh, and someone kill the lights."

You close your eyes one the lights flick off and everyone but you puts a finger on the pointer.

"Just do it."

You look at Amelia, "Did you say something?" She shakes her head, "No." you look over at Sam, "Did you say something?" He shakes his head, "No." a smirk grows on his face, "Hearing things already?"

You roll your eyes and sigh, "Fine. Fine." You lean forward, laying your pointer finger on the pointer, "Fuck me."

"Trust me.."

You close your eyes, shaking your head. You regret even being at this party.

You want to take your finger off the pointer but you physically can't.

It's like it's glued there.

Stuck.

"If there is any spirits here, we'd like to talk." Jace says with a slight laugh and you tilt your head as you stare at him.

"Jace, you have to ask nicely. They need to feel safe." You say looking up at him, "We welcome the friendly, positive spirits to talk to us."

The pointer starts to move, "Oh shit." Sam looks up, "Yo, who's doing that?" Sam laughs slightly, "That's not funny."

Everyone denies.

It moves to H then slides over to the I.

"Hi?" You all say in unison, "Hello."

You look at Amelia, "Ask it something." She goes wide eyed, "Are you fucking nuts?"

You sigh, "Fine. I'll do it. What is your name?"

The pointer starts moving, going to C.

Then O.

Then L.

Then E.

"Cole? Is your name Cole?" You ask and it slides to YES.

"Are you a demon?" Jace asks and you all look at him. You shake your head, "You don't-"

The pointer slides to MAYBE, making everyone shut up.

You try to take your finger off but it still feels stuck, and you hear a quiet whisper, "Stay."

"You can't just ask shit like that, Jace." Ray says, "Are you stupid!?"

"What? Are you scared?" Jace says with a laugh, "You said you don't believe in this shit."

The pointer moves, sliding to the letters A, S, K.

“This isn’t supposed to move on its own… right?” Amelia asks quietly as she looks over at you. You shrug and look over at Sam.

"Ask?" Sam whispers, "How many of you are there?"

The pointer moves to 1.

"So it has to be just one." Amelia looks at you and back to the board, "Are you Cole?"

“That was already asked.” Jace says with an eye roll, but the pointer slides to YES, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asks and before you can correct his question, the pointer moves to each letter that spells out your name.

“Y/n..”

"Fuck no. No!" You yank your hand away, "Who did that?" You look around and they all shrug, "I'm serious. Who fucking did that?" Your voice is in a high pitch and you sigh, "I’m done."

You stand up but you get dizzy and stumble backwards. Amelia and Sam stand up, holding onto you.

"Whoa, you alright?" Sam looks down at you, concern on his face, "y/n."

"I’m not gonna hurt you."

You shake your head slightly, "Yeah." You stand up straight, "I'm fine." You smooth out your costume and walk to the bathroom, Amelia on your tail, "What happened?"

You stop, whipping around, "What do you mean what happened? Those idiot fucks moved it to scare me because I didn't want to do it."

"Then why did you?" She holds her hands out and shrugs.

"I felt like I had to." You look at her, "Like something was telling me to."

She walks up to you, laughing slightly, "that's called peer pressure, y/n."

"It wasn't.." you sigh, knowing you're just wasting your breath, "Yeah.. you're probably right." You look up as she walks into the bathroom and you see a shadow standing at the end of the hall.

"Jace? Ray? Sam? Come on guys this isn't funny." You slowly walk towards the shadow, preparing yourself for one of them to lunge at you with a 'boo'.

"You okay?" Sam peaks his head around the corner from in the living room and you look at him. Your eyes move back to where the shadow was, and it's gone.

"Yeah, I'm just seeing shit now." You sigh, "I thought you'd never fuck with an ouija board, Sam."

He shrugs, "Peer pressure."

"That's what I said!" Amelia says in a sing song tone as she walks back into the living room. Sam looks you up and down, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah, that'll do that to you when your name is spelled on one of those things." You laugh slightly, "I just don't-"

"Listen." Sam walks up to you, "It was probably just Jace or Ray playing a stupid prank. I'm sure it wasn't anything. They didn't even do it right."

You shrug, "If I go missing, I'm blaming them."

Sam laughs and looks back the group in the living room, "Come on, I'll drive you home."

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It kept replaying in your head. The pointer moving to each letter. The shocked and scared expressions from everyone.

They couldn't fake the genuine shock, especially with majority of them being drunk.

"Do you think it was real?" You ask looking over at Sam in the drivers seat. He shrugs and rests his elbow on the center console, "I mean, maybe.. but like I said, they didn't do it right. So if anything were to happen, it'll probably be to them."

He laughs and you sigh, "I'm serious Sam. When I was going to the bathroom, I swear I saw something in the hallway, just standing there."

"I'm sure it was just that stupid fake tree that Leah got Jace to buy. I'm sure it was nothing but your imagination feeding off your fear."

You nod, "Yeah, you're probably right." You laugh at yourself, "I'm such a scaredy cat on Halloween."

He looks over at you as he pulls into the driveway, "Yeah. You're telling me." He rolls his eyes playfully and laughs.

You look at the door to your house, "Do you wanna come hang out for a little bit, just until I'm not scared?"

He turns the car off, "Yeah, I can."

You make your way inside and as you open the door, you see the same shadow you saw in the hallway of Jace's apartment standing over by the door to your kitchen.

You quickly flip the lights on and it's gone.

"That shadow was there again." You point and Sam moves in between you and the door, "Stay here." He goes to check it out, coming back out a few minutes later, "No one is here."

You shut the door and sigh, "I knew that was a bad idea. I should have next touched that thing."

"You know, I heard stories or people burning them or throwing them out and they reappear in the spot they were in last." Sam walks to the couch, plopping down and you just glare at him, "Not helping."

"You don't have one of those here do you?" Sam looks back to you and you shake your head, "Hell fucking no."

"Then you should be good." Sam laughs and turns back to the tv.

"I'm going to go for a shower. I'll be back down." You make your way up stairs, undoing the corset on your costume and taking a deep breath.

You move around the room, looking over your shoulder when you feel like someone is watching you, "Sam?" You call out as you walk out into the hallway.

"Still on the couch." He yells back and you laugh slightly, "Alright."

You walk back into your room and close your door as you finish getting undressed when you suddenly feel frozen.

You can't move.

You move your eyes around, trying not to freak out.

"Relax, babe."

"Mm." You whimper as your lips are pressed shut. You feel a hand drag up your back, "I'm not going to hurt you."

A man walks around your left side, stopping when he gets infront of you.

You couldn't lie, he was hot, but you were more worried on how he got into your house. Past Sam on the couch.

"If I let you go, will you stay quiet?" The man asks as he brushes your cheek.

You try to nod, but you can't, "Mhm."

You feel your body relax and you sigh, "How the fu-"

"Lower.. your voice." He walks around and presses his chest against your back, "Don't you want to know who I am?"

"N-no." You hesitate because you were intrigued by him, but you also didn't want to die.

"You won't die, baby."

You look over your shoulder at him confused. He chuckles, "I can read your mind, so that means I also know that you find me intriguing, but you're still scared."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Cole, but I go by Colby. Or-" he laughs, "did. I did go by Colby before.. ya know."

Your eyes go wide, "So that was real?"

"What the ouija board?" He nods, "Oh yeah, that was all me."

"You spelled out my name. Why?" You turn to face him, "Why me?"

"Because I like you. Your energy intrigues me as well." He runs his fingers along the open seams of your costumes, "Why don't you pick up where you left off, yeah?"

You bite your lip, multiple things going through your head.

He sighs, "Alright. I'll answer those questions because you're giving me a headache." He chuckles and steps back, "My name is Colby, or Cole. I am in fact a demon, and I died when I was twenty four, but that conversation is for another time."

You blink, trying to comprehend what he just said.

"And yes. That was me controlling you, I can honestly make you do anything I want you to, but if you're a good girl and do as I say, I won't have to." He winks and walks over to the bed, plopping down onto his side.

"How.. I mean.." you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes. You sigh and look up at him, "I thought demons had horns and black eyes or other creepy features.."

Colby chuckles, "I have horns, yes. But like what I said about making you do things, i can make you see things, too."

As you stare at him, his image flashes in your mind and you see him with horns and his blue eyes are black. You blink and look back at him and he's normal looking.

"Crazy right?" He sighs and heaves himself forward to sit up, "I can walk amongst the living, just like this and I can even control more than one person.. if I wanted to."

"Why are you here?" You cross your arms, feeling a chill run down your spine as he walks up to you. He looks into your eyes and they flash quickly from blue to black, "Because you want me here."

"I don't remember ordering a demon off Uber Eats." You snap and he laughs, "You're funny and pretty? Jackpot."

He walks around you, his hand sending a tingle through your shoulder as he touches it, "The devil himself would love you. You know why?"

"Why?" You slowly turn your head to meet his gaze and he smirks, "Because you portray yourself as an angel, but really you're just as nasty as me."

Your heart beat picks up pace and it makes Colby smirk, "You don't have to be nervous, darling." He tucks hair behind your ear and sighs, "I won't hurt you. Not unless you want me to."

He winks and you feel a warmth spreading over your body.

"What do you want from me?" You chew on your inner cheek and he stares into your eyes, "What I want from you right now, is for these clothes to come off."

Your hands move to finish taking off your costume, leaving yourself naked infront of him.

"You're such a treasure." He licks his lips and steps towards you, "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I-I don't-"

Colby cuts you off, "I can read your thoughts, baby. But that's not enough for me. I need to hear you say it."

You clench your jaw, trying to keep the thoughts out, but you couldn't. They were strong and you didn't know where they were coming from.

"Are you putting these thoughts into my head?" You look up at him and he shakes his head, "I am not. That's all you, baby."

You're shocked. Shocked because you're so turned on by him when you really should be petrified.

"There's no reason to be afraid of me, baby. The only people I hurt is people that deserve it, and you my dear, are far from deserving of that." He smiles, "I'm here to serve you, if you will."

"Serve me?" You swallow, "What do-"

He cuts you off with his lips on yours and you immediately become his. You can't explain it, but it feels like you belong to him.

His hands move into your hips, warming the skin as he squeezes, "Fuck." He leans back and shakes his head, "Tell me you need me."

"I need you." You whimper out quietly.

He tilts his head, "do you?"

You nod, "Yes." You felt like it was him making you say that, but he assures you it's not.

You pull him back into you, kissing his lips only to pull away when there's a knock on your door, "Y/n? You good?" Sam jiggles the door knob, but you don't remember locking the door.

"I locked it." Colby makes you look at him and his eyes flash black, causing you to stare into them as he speaks, "Tell him you're going to bed."

"I'm going to bed."

"Oh... alright. Well I'm just going to crash on your couch if that's okay." Sam says from in the hallway.

You look over at Colby and he nods.

"Yeah, no that's fine, Sam." You bite your lip, "Goodnight."

"Yeah.. night.." he walks away mumbling to himself and Colby appears in front of you, "Now let me show you something cool."

He stares at you and you feel a pleasure sensation slowly consume you. You furrow your brows, taking a deep breath as you try not to moan.

"Let it out baby, don't fight it." Colby whispers and you moan almost instantly.

Colby smirks, waking around your body, "I can make you feel things without even touching you." You tilt your head back, eyes fluttering close as you feel the feeling you get right before you're about to cum.

And then it stops.

You whimper, sad the feeling is gone.

"Don't worry baby. We have all night. Well." He looks at the clock on your wall and shrugs, "At least until midnight, so we better get to it yeah?"

You look at the clock that reads eleven twelve, "why midnight?"

"We can leave hell empty all night, baby. But let's not worry about that right now." He pulls you to him, lifting you up and your legs wrap around his waist.

He walks you over to the bed, "Spread your legs for me, I haven't tasted pussy in years." He kisses down your body and you bite your lip as gets closer to your clit.

You arch your back, moaning out as his tongue drags up between your folds, "Fuck." You look down at him and his eyes flash black, his voice ringing in your ears as his tongue laps at your pussy, "Don't cum until I tell you to cum."

You nod, closing your eyes as you lay your head back, whimpering out his name.

His voice rings in your ears again, "Say my name, baby."

"Colby.. fuck, yes, Colby." You arch your back, moaning out as your hand slides to his hair, pulling slightly which earns a moan from him.

You look back down at him, biting your lip as you lock eyes with him.

You freeze when you feel the feeling of two fingers slip into you, but his hands are still on your hips, digging his nails into your skin.

Your eyes roll back and you let out a loud groan, "Oh my god."

Colby pulls away, "God's not here baby. You're dancing with the devil tonight."

His words make your lips part and the feeling of being finger fucked heightens. Colby watches you as he controls how you feel.

Your legs start to shake as you approach orgasm, but Colby is holding you back from it, "a little longer baby. Can you do that for me?"

You nod quickly, gasping as his hand moves to rub circles onto your clit, "Tell me."

"I-I can.. I can.. I can.." You needed to cum, and you needed to cum bad, "Please? Please Colby."

"Please Colby what, baby?" He watches as you look up at him, "please let me cum."

He smirks and sighs, "Since you asked nicely." He bites his lip, tilting his head as he pulls his hand away, "Cum."

Your body explodes with pleasure. Your thighs press together and you're pulling the sheets off of the mattresses.

The best orgasm you've ever had.

"I take pride in that, baby. Thank you." He leans down, kissing your lips as you breathe heavy, "I'm only here to give you the absolute best pleasure you'll ever get."

You smirk up at him, in awe of his power, "Don't ever leave."

He chuckles and stands back up, "I wish, but if you only knew what it's like down there. Devil runs a strict schedule."

You can't help but laugh and his face goes serious, "I'm not kidding."

Your smile disappears and he can't help but laugh, "Nah, I'm just playing. But I will be back. I can tell you that right now." He slips his shirt off and starts to undo the belt on his jeans, "you won't ever get rid of me."

And you were weirdly okay with that.

You bit your lip as you watch the demon before you undress and walk over to you.

"On your knees, baby."

Your body moves from the bed and drops to the floor, "Not fair."

"Never said I was." He grips your chin and forces you to look up at him, "You can always tell me to stop. But I know you don't want me to."

"No." You whisper and he tilts his head, "No what, baby?"

"Don't stop."

He chuckles, "That's what I thought." He takes his hand away and you part your lips, waiting for the head of his cock to enter.

He lets out a low, deep moan as you work your head down onto his cock, bobbing it and hallowing out your cheeks.

"Fuck, you're better than i ever imagined." He lays a hand on the back of your head and you feel that finger fuck feeling again. You moan around his cock and close your eyes.

"Eyes on me, baby."

You look up at him, whimpering as you feel the pleasure work its ways up your body, legs shaking below you.

"Such a beautiful sight." Colby groans, "fuck, yeah. Keep going." His fingers wrap around your hair, pulling tight as he pushes your head down more.

You gag around him and he pulls your head off, eyes flashing black, "Stand up."

The pleasure stops completely as you rise to your feet, obeying his order.

"Get on your hands and knees." He nods towards the bed and you comply, walking over to the bed and bending over for him.

He walks up behind you, bringing his hand up to let it fall with a quick smack to your one asscheek. You wince, biting your lip, "Do it again."

Colby chuckles, "Since when did you become the one in charge?"

You clench your jaw and look back at him and his eyes flash black, "You won't be able to cum until I say you can." He winks, flashing you a smirk before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, "How's that?"

You roll your eyes and he gasps, "Are we catching an attitude? Last time I checked.." He reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling your head back and looking down at you, "You weren't the demon in this situation, now, not another word until I tell you."

You bite down on your lip, whimper as you feel his fingers slide up and down your slit, "You're soaked, darling, I wanna hear all those pretty sounds."

He rubs the head of his cock along your folds, slowly pushes past them, "Fuck." You rest your head down on the bed, moaning out loudly.

"That's it." Colby groans as he pushes his hips against your ass. His hands squeeze your hips, pulling you back and holding you on him, listening to each moan and whimper that slips through your lips.

"Let's hear em, babe." He slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in, hard. You gasp, moaning loudly he keeps a slow and hard pace, "You sound so pretty."

You grip the sheets, pulling as you try and push back, but you're frozen again, all you can do is moan, hoping he lets you speak.

"You wanna speak, baby?" He taunts, "you wanna tell me how good my cock feels?"

You whimper in response, clenching around his cock and he sigh, "Alright baby. Tell me how good you feel."

"So fucking good." You scream out, "please.." you whimper, "Please don't stop."

"I won't, darling, but you have me so close already." He brings a hand down, slapping the skin of your asscheek, "You are fucking.." he groans and squeezes your ass, railing into you.

"Hands behind your back and keep them there."

Your hands move, laying on your lower back like they're tied together, a moaning, unraveling mess under his control.

And you loved it.

"I knew you couldn't turn me away." Colby moans out, laying a hand over your wrists and holding them, using them to pull you back into his thrusts, "Do you want to be choked?"

"Yes, but I want you to touch me." You squeeze your eyes shut and lift your head slightly as you feel his hand slide up your body and around to the front of your neck.

He pulls you up so you're on your knees, "No one has ever had this much power over me." He whispers in your ear, "No one."

You smirk slightly at both his words and his hand squeezing your neck.

"Such a dirty girl, I know exactly where you're going when it's your time." He thrusts into you, his thrusts quickly getting sloppy, "And I'll be waiting for you."

You moan and tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder, "Colby." You whimper out, "P-please."

He smirks, "Words, baby. I need you to use your words."

"Let me cum.." you moan out, "P-pl-" he squeezes your neck tighter, cutting off your words. He runs his nose up and down your cheek, "If you cum, that means you're mine. No one else's."

A squeak slips from your throat, "Y-yes."

"I mean it." He bites down on your ear lobe, "I know you have a crush on Sam.." you bite down on your lip and he sighs, "But I guess he can suffice when I'm not able to come to you right away."

Your eyes go wide and Colby chuckles, "I'm just kidding. He touches you and I'll snap his fucking neck."

You can't help but moan as you clench around him, “No one but you.” You whisper out, “P-please Colby.”

“Do you mean it?” His thrusts are slow, as he’s trying not to cum himself, “Be honest with me baby.”

Instantly, “Yes, yes, only you. Only you.”

He glances at the wall and tsks his tongue, “Gotta go soon baby. Lay on your back for me.”

You roll over after he pulls out and he immediately slides back into you, a moan pulled from your lips. Colby brushes hair from your face, staring down at you as you look up at him.

You see his natural look flash and a smile grows on his face, “It’s the horns right?”

You bite your lip and nod and he chuckles, “Yeah. Maybe next time I’ll wear em for ya.” He winks and begins to thrusts again, biting down on his lower lip as he watches your face scrunch up.

“C-Colby, please.” Your legs wrap around his waist and your nails drag up his back, forming red lines, “Fuck.”

He says nothing as he watches you beg for him.

You let out a whine, laying a hand on his cheek, “Please.”

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours before leaning just an inch away, “Cum.”

Your back arches up, a pornographic moan ripping from your lips as your orgasm tears its way through your body.

Colby moans with you, as he fills you with his cum, “that’s it baby. Let it all out.” He watches you twist and turn, trying to get yourself under control, but you quickly realize that you’ll never be in control with Colby.

“Alright, relax, darling.”

You rest into the bed as your chest rises and falls quickly as the dizziness fills your head.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, baby. Don’t go too far.” Colby chuckles and when you open your eyes, you’re alone.

You sit up, pulling a blanket around yourself as you frown at the clock on the wall that reads midnight.

You shake your head, wondering if this actually happened or if it was all just an alcohol induced dream, but the quick settling pain in your legs as you stand up, makes it known to you that it’s definitely a reality and not a dream.

You look in the mirror, laughing slightly as you find yourself missing Colby.

You swore you’d never touch a Oujia board, but now, you’re kinda, in a very weird way, happy you did.

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

This is kinda short in my opinion, so sorry about that! But I have ideas for a part 2 on this! I have many many requests that I’m going to try and power through, so part 2’s will be on hold for right now!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[whoops-all-jennas]

The Ghost of Lovell Hill - c.s.

Cairo Sweet x fem!reader

"You live in Lovell Hill?"

"You know it?"

"I just didn't think it was occupied by anything except ghosts."

Summary: Winnie brings a ouija board to Cairo's place, Cairo sees someone she didn't expect to see ever again.

Warnings: Descriptions of injury, death, and aging

Cairo is sitting by the window of the by the stairs with a book. It's a dark day today, thunderstorms expected to last till tomorrow. She sees Winnie approaching the house under an umbrella.

Cairo heads down the stairs to get to the front door before Winnie can knock, her house, or more so her parents house, is gorgeous. It's old but has been well kept.

"Winnie, what is that?" Cairo opens the door, looking at what she is holding with a look of skepticism.

"It's an ouija board, duh." Winnie says with a dumb smile plastered on her face.

"I mean why'd you bring it here?"

"You said somethin' about Mr. Miller assuming nothing but ghosts lived in your house so." Winnie extends the o when saying so while bringing the ouija board closer to her face. "We find out."

"Whatever." Cairo moves out of the way of the door so Winnie can come in.

"What? you're tellin' me you're not curious?" Winnie asks with a look of curiosity.

"No, ghosts aren't real Winnie." Cairo starts the ascend the staircase with Winnie following behind her. "Besides that was exaggeration, I don't think Mr. Miller believes in ghosts either."

Winnie sets down the ouija board on Cairos bed, sitting in front of it. Getting ready to use it.

"I said no Winnie." Cairo says with a hint of annoyance in her voice while grabbing her laptop before finding her spot on the bed.

"What, afraid you're gonna be possessed or somethin'?" Winnie says teasingly.

"No, like I said ghosts aren't real." Cairo says will grabbing a cigarette. "We have school work that we need to work on."

"I'll only be a minute" Winnie says while putting her hands on the planchette.

"Are there any spirits in this house?" Cairo rolls her eyes while she starts typing on her laptop.

The planchette glides over to the text saying 'Yes'

Winnie's eyes go wide in bewilderment. "Holy shit."

"What? did you hand move whatever that is to the yes?" Cairo says with a smirk. "You're not gonna fool me."

Winnie looks towards Cairo with a serious look, an unusual look for her, before she goes to ask another question.

"What's your name?" The planchette starts to glide over the letters to spell out Y/n.

"What's the supposed ghost's supposed name?" Cairo asks, not lifting her eyes from her laptop.

"Why should I tell you? I thought you didn't believe in this stuff." Cairo shrugs her shoulders at Winnie's response, she didn't care enough to argue.

"How old are you?" The planchette glides back down to the lower section of the ouija board with numbers, hovering over 1, then 8.

"They're 18, maybe they're single." Winnie sayings jokingly to Cairo.

"Oh haha." Cairo says with a straight face, reaching to put her cigarette in the ash tray before the ash tray suddenly flies off the table.

"What the fuck was that?" Cairo exclaims before putting her laptop aside to pick up the ash tray.

"What do you think? I'm over here talking to spirits and junk and you think science and reason pushed your ash tray off your night stand?" Winnie looks at Cairo, raising an eyebrow.

"What you were being serious about what the board was sayin'?" Cairo stands, quickly walking to leave the room. "I ain't fuckin' with no ghost."

Right as Cairo was about the leave her bedroom door slams shut. Cairo jumps back, tripping over her own feet, and falling onto the floor.

Winnie gets up to look at Cairo. "Are you alright?" Winnie looks back to see the planchette moving on its own this time.

Winnie quickly heads back to the Ouija board to read what you're spelling.

"Come to the garden?"

Cairo quickly stands up and looks out the window to the garden in the backyard. There is a silhouette of a girl in a black dress holding a lace umbrella that shouldn't last two seconds in that storm.

A flash of light fills the garden for a moment, highlighting the silhouette, followed by the crackle of thunder. She was beautiful, contrasting the intimidation of the storm.

Winnie gets next to Cairo and looks out the window. "Did you see anything?"

Cairo glances at Winnie and than back out the window.

The lady was gone.

The door to Cairo's bedroom creaks open slowly, a lamp on the other side blinking.

Cairo slowly approaches it, when she's close enough the light turns off. Cairo quickly looks down the stairs when she sees another light flashing.

The stairs felt longer than usual as Cairo descended the staircase. Each step feeling louder than the last.

Winnie soon catches up, carrying the ouija board in hand.

When Cairo finally catches up to the light, the door to the garden slams open. The sound of rain filling the house as the wind carries it. Another flash of light seen out the door, soon caught up with the loud snap of thunder.

Cairo sprints towards the door, hands blocking the rain from hitting her face. When she finally gets close enough to close the door Cairo is meet with a sudden push.

"Cairo!" is the last thing she hears before falling on to the ground.

Cairo is now on the patio near the garden, it is deafening quiet besides the sound of faint waltz music and the smell of rain is gone. She looks up to the sunlight blinding her.

After her eyes adjust for a minute, she stands up and sees the garden decorated for a party. The flowers in full bloom, showing their off their beautiful white and pastels.

Cairo turns around to open the door, only rattling the door knob. She inspects her wrist to find shes not wearing the clothes she was wearing before. She was wearing a beautiful green lace dress.

"I was waiting for you!" It was the girl from the silhouette Cairo saw from the window. She picked up the bottom of her beautiful black lace dress while ascending the few steps between the patio and the garden.

"Come dance with me!"

Cairo finds herself being dragged by her hand to the center of the garden. Cairo looks at her face and faintly recognizes it.

Its you.

It has been years since she's seen you last, but as she's dancing with you, looking at your face again. The memories come rushing back.

-

Cairo was 14, her parents were finally back home from whatever country they were staying at for work. They were throwing a party for the little they would be home for. Cairo invited you as her date to the party.

You arrived to Cairo's house in a black lace dress, it was beautiful and you adored it.

You also hoped Cairo would adore seeing you in it.

Your knocks on the door were soon answered by Cairo's father.

"You must be Y/n! Cairo told us all about you." Cairo's dad makes room so you can get into the house.

"Thank you."

You enter the house and look around, there's a lot of noise and it's all the more overwhelming without Cairo by you side.

"Y/n!, you made it!" Cairo makes her way to the door where you were stood awkwardly.

Cairo is wearing a beautiful green lace dress and it's ten times more beautiful now because Cairo is wearing it.

You felt Cairo's eyes on you as well, admiring you.

"Cairo!" you grab Cairo into an embrace, too embarrassed to give her a kiss in front of her parents. You see her all the time but every hug means so much to you.

"I know you don't like these kinds of things, and I don't either, so it means a lot for you to at least suffer with me." Cairo let's go of the embrace and looks you in the eyes.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." You give her a patient smile.

You and Cairo head out to the garden, hand in hand.

The garden is filled with people in beautiful dresses and handsome suits. The flowers in full bloom, mostly white and pastel colors, as it's spring. There are string lights above the center where everyone is dancing to the waltz music.

Cairo let's go of your hand to offer her other hand in a dance.

You find a smile creeping up onto your face as you take her hand.

You both enjoy your dance for a few minutes, getting lost into her eyes and the music. It felt as if you two were the only people in the world, until someone knocks into Cairo with a red drink, most likely wine, spilling it all over her dress.

You let go of Cairo while she moves her arms by her shoulders with her mouth open, gasping at the sudden wetness on her dress.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry." The man says while running his hands over where he spilt the wine, making it ten times worse.

"It's fine it was an accident." Cairo hiding her annoyance as she faces towards you.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna. you know." Cairo motioning over her dress.

"It's cool, I'll just be waiting here." You gave Cairo another patient smile as she walks past you into the house.

A little bit of the wine splashed onto your shoulder earlier, but you didn't realize.

Suddenly the music felt so loud, like you could feel the music gently touching your skin. You started getting goosebumps as everything felt so much more sensitive.

Someone bumps into you, suddenly you feel the wetness of your dress on your shoulder. The murmur of the people drilling into your ears.

The tapping of shoes, the smell of flowers, the uncomfortable high heels, feeling like a sore thumb in a pool of strangers. Every thing together was just too much for you, you were overwhelmed.

Your eyes start getting glossy at the over stimulation as you soon grab the base of your dress and start running to the gate of the backyard to go to the only spot you could think of to calm down.

There was an abandoned treehouse by a river in the woods behind Cairo's house. You and Cairo would go there to hangout when it was a beautiful day outside.

It became a safe space for you over time and it was the only place you wanted to be right now. Not even Cairo's touch would make you feel better. You just needed to be alone for a minute.

You climb the ladder into the tree house, sitting under the window with your legs to your chest as you start crying.

You couldn't hear it over the sound of your tears but the aged and weathered wooden floor underneath you started to creak.

The floor underneath you caves in as you fall through, first landing on your tail bone, instantly starting to swell, before falling backwards towards the river, hitting your head on a root by the river before falling in.

You're surrounded by the water you use to find comfort in, no idea what was up and what was down. Your dress tangling your legs together.

The aching of your injuries soon faded as you gave in and the let the light beyond your eyelids fade.

Cairo goes back to where she left you, to end up confused on where you were. She searched through out the garden unable to find you, and then the whole house.

By this point she is starting to panic, where could you have gone? She rushes to the telephone to call your house.

"Hello, y/l/n residence."

"Is y/n there?" Cairo says with fear in her voice.

"No, she said she was going to a dance, why who is this?" The voice behind the phone asks, their tone now laced with concern.

"It's Cairo, she was just at the dance and now I can't find her. I assumed she couldn't handle it here anymore and went home." Cairo's voice now carrying panic instead of fear.

The phone line goes dead, the other side hanging up.

Cairo runs through the house, back to the garden. There was one place she didn't check, the abandoned treehouse, their safe space.

Cairo has never ran so fast in her life, her feet aching due to the heels she was wearing but she didn't care.

You were the only thing on her mind.

She climbed the ladder as fast as she could.

"Y/n!" Cairo shouted as she got high enough to look inside the empty tree house. She sees the hole but assumes it's just natural weathering.

She climbs down the ladder and looks back at the house to see red and blue lights alternating. There was a police car in front of the house.

When Cairo gets back to the house a police officer approaches her.

"Were there any places you know she would go to feel safe?"

"The only place I know of is the abandoned treehouse behind the house, but I just checked to see if she was there and she wasn't."

The police officer is writing into a notepad.

"Stay at the house until further notice, got it?" The cop gives Cairo a stern look until she nods. The police officer heads towards the treehouse while Cairo waits in the garden.

A few minutes pass and she hears the sirens of an ambulance approaching.

The ambulance goes through the grass and Cairo stands up to watch as the police officer from before is approaching back with a face he's trying to keep serious and stern, but there is a layer of sadness behind the mask.

Everything doesn't feel real, the silence is deafening as she watches the officer talking to her parents before the officer glances at her than walking away.

Her parents slowly approach her with sadness written in their faces.

"Cairo, we have some bad news about your friend." Her dad starts while putting a hand on Cairo's shoulder.

Cairo looking back and forth between her parents eyes, her eyes getting glossy feeling like she already knows what they're going to say.

As much as she didn't want to hear it.

Her dad sighs, looking at her mother for a second before meeting his eyes back to Cairo's.

"They found y/n's body a little down stream past the treehouse."

Body, y/n's body.

This was all Cairo needed to hear before the tears instantly starting to break through her eyes.

You were dead, you died because someone spilled wine on Cairo.

"No! it can't be." Cairo wraps her arms around herself before falling onto her knees, sobbing into her forearms. Her arms covered in her tears.

She needed a hug, but she didn't want one from her parents who are never home, not even for her birthday.

She desperately needed comfort, but now that you're gone there was no one to comfort her.

There would forever be a hole in her heart from the loss of you. She felt more alone now than before she had you.

-

Cairo felt a hand go to her cheek, as a thumb was wiping away a tear.

"It's okay, I'm here now" You give her a gentle smile as you sway her to the music.

"I-" Cairo was interrupted by her own tears avoiding eye contact.

"I missed you so much." Cairo says with all the emotions in her body, reconnecting the contact to your soft gentle eyes.

"I missed you too." You gave her a patient smile before continuing. "I waited so long for you, and I would've waited an eternity if it meant I can see your eyes once again, to feel your touch."

"I don't want to lose you again! I can't lose you again!" Cairo screams, her hands moving to lightly pound onto your chest.

"You won't ever truly lose me, I won't be able to be here forever while you're alive, but there will be a time that we'll see each other once again."

"Before I go I want you to promise me something."

"Anything." Cairo looked longingly into your eyes past her tears.

"Live your life to the fullest, the way you want to live. I don't want to be a burden to you." You started and paused before saying your next words.

"Live a life I couldn't." You grab Cairo's face with your both your hands, raw emotion in your eyes. "Could you do that for me?"

Cairo stared into your eyes for a moment. "Yes, of course I'll do that." The tears somehow stronger than before. "I love you."

"I love you too." You say, tears streaming down your face as you pull Cairo into your last kiss for a long time, the world fading around you.

-

Cairo wakes up in her bed, Winnie looming over her quietly.

Cairo instantly burst into tears hugging Winnie, Winnie looking around confused before hugging her back.

"I'm gonna miss her so much!" Cairo sobs into Winnie's shoulder, Winnie still confused as to what happened.

"It's gonna be okay, I got you." Winnie is running her hand through Cairo's hair comfortingly.

She didn't need to know what was going on, she just knew Cairo needed her in this moment.

Pretty soon, all of Cairo's tears went dry. She was exhausted.

Winnie laid down with Cairo as she fell asleep, speaking words of good affirmations in hopes of guiding her to good dreams.

-

Some time passes, Cairo gets accepted into Yale University through describing her story with you and focuses on an English Major.

After graduating college she publishes her first book, "The Ghost of Lovell Hill." Which tells the story of a girl who is haunted by her past lover.

On the bottom of the book cover near to where it says "New York Times Best Seller." it says "Based on True Events." Along with a note in the back of the book saying "Dedicated to Y/n Y/l/n, may we meet again soon."

Some years go by, Cairo has now published multiple books, being a successful author. Her friends are always curious about why she never goes on dates, and she always tells them something like "My standards are high." or "I'm not just interested in dating at the moment."

Truth is, she only wants you. And she's willing to wait an entire life time for that to happen.

Her friends start having families and children of their own. Cairo remains single and determined. No one could compare to you in her eyes.

The years continue to fly by, Cairo's hair is starting to get thinner and paler, her skin not as young as before. Her friend's kids are now starting to have children of their own. She has lost contact with a lot of her friends, but she doesn't mind being alone.

The room is silent, filled only by the sound of the heartbeat monitor. Cairo is hooked up to multiple machines, her hair grey and skin aged. She is dying alone in this hospital bed, but that doesn't matter to her.

Pretty soon, she'll never be alone again.

She closes her eyes, accepting the embrace of death. She lived the life she wanted, just like you asked. You were never a burden to her, you never could be a burden to her.

She is satisfied with life.

The sound of the heartbeat monitor stops.

Cairo opens her eyes slowly, she's back at her old house she lived in in high school, Lovell Hill.

She gets out of bed, realizing her body doesn't ache the way it use to. Before approaching the window in her room.

She looks like how she did when she was younger. Her hair healthy and thick, her skin young and smooth. She looks past the reflection to find you, sitting patiently in the garden.

Cairo practically leaps down the stairs, running to the garden door, and opening it with all her strength. You stand up and stare at each for a moment, until Cairo runs into your arms.

"I did what you asked!" Cairo sobs into your shoulder, gripping the back of your shirt.

"I lived my life the way I wanted to." Cairo raises her head from your shoulder and grabs your face, longingly staring into your eyes.

"I missed you so much. I'm so happy I have you again after all these years."

"I missed you too, but you were worth missing." You say, tears streaming down your face, taking in every feature of her face before holding her tightly again.

"We have each other forever now, that's what matters." You say, comfortingly running your hand through her hair.

Cairo let's go from the embrace, holding your hand for the first time in awhile. "Let's go inside, I can tell you everything that happened." Cairo sniffs with a smile, her eyes puffy from crying.

Cairo guides you into the house, admiring you one last time before opening the door.

a/n: guys idk how this story happened, I was watching Millers Girl and heard Mr. Miller say something about how he thought only ghosts lived in Cairo's house and thought it was a good idea for a fic. then it turned into this somehow I'm so sorry. either way, my brain is so fried, hope you guys enjoyed :)

[flamingpudding]

Summoning Gone Wrong

Ties to: Ouija Board Prompt and Ghost Hunting Vigilantes Part 1 / Part 2

A/N: Thanks to @lazy-alex for commenting the base idea in Ghost Hunting Vigilantes for Tim trying to do a summoning that just goes wrong~

Danny calmly sipped the ecto-tea and resisted eyeing the ghost club Lady Gotham had placed next to her as she also drank her tea with all the elegance the spirit possessed. The Ghost King was pretty sure she had placed it like that, in his view, on purpose. He just wasn't sure if it was as a warning or as a preparation since the last couple of times he had been in Gotham, she had felt the need of using it against him.

"I am very glad that you are finally looking into that matter, your highness." The spirit commented, placing the cup back onto the table and refilling it. "I wasn't sure if you had been made aware of it before, if I had known that the old beings had not mentioned it to you before I certainly would have sooner."

Danny nodded. "Yeah, about that. What are these Lazarus Pits anyway? Clockwork only told me to look out for the color green, which is not helpful. And Pandora started on an entire history lesson regarding Lazarus and I am pretty sure that has nothing to do with these Pits your 'knights' mentioned."

Lady Gotham chuckled amused with mirth in her eyes. "They are only known as Lazarus Pits in the human world, my king, not in the Infinite Realms."

"So what…" Danny couldn't finish his question as his ghost sense went off. He really wanted to slam his head into the table. It had been months since his senses went off like that and he hoped it was just Cujo who followed him or Fright Knight. But as no one appeared to interrupt them, he got ticked off because that meant it was one of his former rogues who was up to something. He excused himself from his discussion with Lady Gotham who appeared even more amused than before.

Whoever it was he would send them straight back to the Ghost Zone, they were interrupting some important kingly business here!

A little earlier not too far away from the ghostly discussion, by a recent regularly vigilante visited occult site, three vigilantes stood before a summoning cycle.

Red Robin was crouching by the circle, chalk in hand as he drew runes and symbols on the ground all according to one of his research papers that summed up all the information he had gathered. Including information he had obtained from the Justice League Dark, mainly Constantine since the man owned him and wouldn't just tell on him, behind Batman's back.

It had been weeks since their last encounter with the teenage ghost. He didn't want to admit it but Red Robin was getting worried about the ghost. Both times when they left they sounded like something was hunting or hurting them and last time there was even that green swirly thing they saw for a short moment right after they had heard the ghost say their goodbyes with an actual voice. Besides, that ghost was a mystery to them and Red Robin wasn't known to leave any sort of mystery they encountered unsolved.

"Should we really do this without B?" Nightwing asked, eyeing the strange symbols the youngest among them was drawing on the ground.

"Fuck him. If we get him involved we wouldn't be doing this at all." Red Hood added crossing his arms. "I am more surprised that its only us three this time. I would have bet that at least one of the others would have joined too."

"Baby Bat is out on a mission with B. Spoiler and Orphan are on a outer space mission and Signal has an exam tomorrow." Nightwing shrugged. "It's probably better form Robin not to be here. He was pretty spooked after the last two times."

"Ha! Spooked? The kid is dead set on Pit Demons trying to kill us."

"We can't comple-"

"Finished the writing." Red Robin cut in dusting his gloves from chalk, he was still kneeling on the ground as he turned to the older two vigilantes holding his hands out expectantly. "Nightwing, you brought the candles?"

The vigilante in question handed over a plastic back with the label of a gas station. Red Hood titled his head in question, indicating that he was raising an eye brow under his helmet. The elder only shrugged sheepishly as Red Robin stared at the colorful duck candles it contained.

"I forgot you asked me to buy some and went last minute to the late night open counter gas station. They only had these colorful duck candles."

"Well our fucking ghost has some Humor. Might work better for them then."

Red Robin only sighed but still placed the candles in the circle the way Constantine had described to him. "We will have to see if this will work."

He had made sure to also draw up a protective circle around the summoning one just like Zatana had instructed and Constantine had insisted he would need. Lighting up the candles he stepped back next to his brothers.

"So according to Constantine, we are now supposed to recite a summoning spell and think about the ghost we talked to before to call them back to us."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"So…" Red Robin distributed a piece of paper to each of his brothers. "We start on three."

"One…."

"Wait let me read that shit first!"

"Two…"

"Slow down, little bird."

"Three."

The three of them definitely were not in sync. Nightwing struggled with some of the words while Red Hood ended up mixing in some chosen curse words when he stumbled over a word. Red Robin even though he had practiced before still struggled with some of the words also but still all three managed to get through the incarnation.

They waited with their breaths held for something to happen but the seconds ticked by, with nothing happening. After three minutes Red Robin let out a sigh, deciding that this was a failure.

Just as he was about to step up to the circle to blow out the candles, a green swirling portal like the one he had briefly seen last time opened on the ground where the summoning circle was and a figure rose up from it. The figure was entirely dressed in white with black gloves, boots, belt and hat. Their skin was just as white as the clothes they were wearing and the being was staring back at them with completely green eyes, no irises or pupils. They stood firmly and straight in the summoning circle, arms crossed behind their back and by the way they were holding themself appeared like an authority figure.

"That doesn't look like a 16 years old ghost." Red Hood commented, his hand resting on his gun holder as he stared down their summon.

"Red, you did follow all the instructions right." Nightwing asked his hands, also moving to take out his escrima sticks, eying the being that was now looking at them in what he assumed was contempt.

"Yes, I did." Turning to their summon the vigilantes eyed it carefully. "Hi, sorry about the sudden summon. You obviously aren't the 16 years old ghost we had been talking to before. So uhm, you are free to go again? Unless you happen to know a 16 year old ghost that had been to Gotham at least two times now?"

The summoned being didn't look like they were going to answer, instead they took out a green glowing book that had 'RULES' written on it and leafed through the pages. Stopping when it apparently found a certain page. Their eyes focusing on the page then back at them. Still not grazing them with an answer. Red Robin however noticed how their inclined their head, for a short moment, over to Red Hood before turning back to the book and turning a couple of more pages.

He hadn't been the only one as he felt Nightwing tensing next to him too as well as heard the soft click of Red Hood removing the safety from his gun.

"Unauthorized summoning with out of date summoning methods. Interruption of security works. Unauthorized usage of corrupted ectoplasmic waste and apparent coverup of a human infected by corrupted ectoplasm." The being listed and the three couldn't help but feel reminded of a policeman listing crimes.

"I, Walker, reappointed Warden by his majesty the Ghost King and self appointed head chief of the security department of the Infinite Realms, hereby declare all of you under arrest for the previously listed offenses. Especially you, punk." The ghost called Walker pointed at Red Hood who in return pulled out his guns pointing them back at it. "You will be presented directly to our King. To think there would be a subject that failed to report back their existence."

"The fuck you wanna do? I ain't going anywhere." Red Hood scoffed, his distorted voice sounding challenging towards the ghost.

"Not to be rude but how can he report something he didn't even know about." Nightwing added eying the ghost as well as the protective barrier. The being hadn't made a move toward them yet and it should keep it contained but that didn't mean they just could let their guard down, not like he would let them take any of his brothers anywhere either. He took a step forward in case he needed to cover his younger siblings, protectiveness stirring in him. "RR, did Constantine or Zatana give you a spell to forcefully send them back?"

"Not exactly but they said destroying the summoning circle should send them back instantly." Red Robin mused after glancing at his notes for a brief moment. He didn't dare look away from that ghost for longer than needed. Normally he would be thrilled about having summoned a ghost and probably ask it a bunch of questions he had, ever since their first encounter with that 16 years old ghost left him with a tone of unanswered ones, but not with this one.

"Maybe we should-"

"WALKER! NOT AGAIN! BACK TO THE ZONE NOW!" A white haired 16 years old looking flying boy appeared through the wall without destroying it like he just phased in. The three vigilantes stared at the new presence that looked rather ticked off. The teenager had a cosmic with green flame outlined looking crown floating over their head and were wearing a jumpsuit with a logo that looked like a flaming D.

"Hey could that be our little ghost bastard?" Hood more or less stage-whispered over to Nightwing and Red Robin.

"Looks 16, maybe younger but not like what I imagined." Nightwing mused.

"Ghost Kid -ahem- your Highness, perfect Timing. I was just about to apprehend-"

"No." The teenager interrupted, arms crossed as he floated before the other ghost. "We went over this when I appointed you as the Warden again. Back. To. The. Zone."

"Did… did that other ghost call him 'highness' just now?" The more he got to learn about ghosts the more questions appeared to come up and Red Robin would definitely need answers for all of them.

"Your Highness, we need to-"

"Back now!" The teen repeated as he moved his left arm to point at a portal he opened especially for Walker. "Or do I have to get Lady Gotham to kick you out of her haunt herself?"

Red Robin watched how the two ghosts appeared to have a stare down before the white one closed his rule book and bowed before leaving. Well he would have left if he didn't smack right into the protective wall the vigilante had set up before the summoning. Good to know that Constantine's advice worked.

"Pff - cough -" The teenager covered his mouth, hiding a laugh behind a cough as he closed the portal he had opened and reopened it inside the barrier. The white ghost only sent them the most disgruntled and offended glare Red Robin had seen in a while before going through the portal the teen had opened.

Before either of the three could say anything the teenager let out a sigh and muttered something about having to deal with Walker being naggingly annoying about security and summonings later again. As if noticing them for the first time the boy glanced over at them and instantly stiffed and Red Robin definitely saw recognition in the boy's glowing green eyes. Could it be...?

"Shit." The teenager cursed. Yup, that's him.

"You are-"

"Sorry, no time for talking, gotta get back to Lady Gotham." They interrupted before continuing to ramble on. "You don't really want to make an old spirit with a ghost club wait. You guys better forget what you saw here. I would like Man In Black wipe your memory if I could but well for now please don't attempt summoning like that again? Summonings like that are outdated and barely work correctly for us ghosts. Demon summonings are a different matter but for ghosts this won't work correctly anymore or at least not since I got the stupid crown. You either end up with some random ghost or Walker trying to arrest humans. I soo have enough of getting him back from all the attempts of arresting humans that broke 'summoning rules'. Maybe I should have Fright Night arrest Walker for forcing his summon whenever he notices human summons… Anyway! Don't try again. Okay? Okay. Thanks and bye!"

The boy blinked out of existence before any of them could get a word in. The three vigilantes stared at the now empty spot. Red Robin had so many more additional questions now after having heard the presumed ghost teens ramble. So if the summons from the Justice League Dark were outdated then maybe he would need to find a more modern summoning? Also the teen had mentioned a Lady Gotham and Red Robin could only assume that that had to be their local city's spirit judging by the name.

"Well… we know now what our ghost boy looks like." Nightwing offered after some time and Red Hood scoffed.

"How the fuck was that boy a ghost? He looked more like a meta kid than a ghost."

"Well judging by the voice he definitely was the one that talked the last two times."

"So Demon Brat's Pit Demon theory is true?"

"He didn't lo-"

"I am going to try and summon this Lady Gotham next." Red Robin cut in as he turned on his heel, determined to get to the bottom of this ghost mystery even if he had to pester the JLD members for a while.

""What?""

[ancha-aus]

Ghosts & Medium AU Drabble - First Encounter

Because we all know. I have no self control :D

I don't know if this will become a serie like RealAgeAU.

This drabble is more of a thank you to all the lovely people who interacted with me over this idea and added their own little ideas and headcanons <3 So this is for all of you <3 (also i named Ghost Papyrus Ash because I like the name combination of Dust and Ash. Dust to dust and ashes to ashes kinda deal/joke)

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Dust taps the steering wheel as he drives through the town. Many people shoot his van worried and suspicious looks but he really doens't care that much.

Ash does not agree.

"If they know what is good for them they will stop this idiotic behaviour!" Ash huffs and grumbles as he floats around the top of the van, only his skull and hands available to him in this phantom form. "They are already lucky we are willing to give them our presence!!"

Dust hums as he follows the road "It isn't big of a deal."

Dust stops their van at the end of the road and grabs his laptop. a beat up old model but it works for what he wants. He only uses it for work stuff anyway. he opens his email and checks the address "We are here." he looks up and spots the house the email describes.

Ash huffs but floats near his shoulder "stupid white family who moved into an obviously haunted house again?"

Dust snorts and shrugs "Maybe. The man didn't specify. still." he grins at his brother "wanne bet?"

Ash looks unamused "I don't bet with you anymore."

Dust shrugs "your lose. Either way. I bet that this is the same old story. a white family moved to this very cheap mansion because the father was convinced this change of environment would solve all their issues, which are mostly that he cheated on his wife with his twenty year younger assistant."

Ash huffs unimpressed and just points pointedly at the house "Do your job. What can we expect here?"

Dust sighs but focusses on the house in the distance as he slowly opens his aura and soul for influence. Doing this near a lot of spirits leaves him at the risk of being possessed. which is why he does this only from a large distance and when he doens't sense other spirits nearby.

Dust hums as he focusses "okay... I think this may be a poltergeist? Though a very powerful one." he shoots Ash a look "best you dont go on a recon mission." he turns his driver's chair around and gets up to look through his shelve.

Ash grumbles behind him but doesn't fly off to investigate on his own. Ash as phantom is very stealthily and able to get anywhere he wants. But it leaves him weak to other spirit types.

Dust first grabs the pendant to strenghten Ash, which he tugs away in his scarf. Next he grabs a notebook and pen. An ouija board. a ghost radio.

He considers his tools before also grabbing the EMF meter and a handheld thermometer.

Ash laughs "You don't need those. if you are right and it is a poltergeist you just need to follow the floating and throwing objects to find it."

Dust shrugs "They may not be active. and stop calling your fellow spirits 'it's. it is rude." he gets out of his van and locks it before walking the last bit of the distance towards the house. Ash grumbles unhappily but follows him.

They get to the mansion together and find the family out in the garden. camping. huh. Honestly good idea on their part. just camping just outside the house.

The man had been holding a sniffing girl before catching sight of him.

The man looks excited as he hands the girl to the grown woman. the wife then it seems.

The husband rushes over "You are here! please help us!"

Dust tilts his skull and studies the scene before looking back at husband "hello. How long have you been having this spirit in your lives?"

The man sighs and moves to speak but the wife gets to his side "please love. lets first let our guest sit and we can all tell him what we saw."

Dust tilts his skull at her "Normally people don't believe in what i do."

the wife laughs but looks tired "I didn't believe in ghosts before until my house suddenly got haunted out of nowhere. And the priests we hired started to lose their minds. You get more openminded after that experience."

They end up sitting together in the grass as they explain that this was a house they bought about ten years ago. and that they never had these problems before until a month or so ago. that knives started flying and attacking them and how they couldn't feel safe anymore. How many had tried to demand the ghost to leave or tried to make it leave but nothing worked.

Dust looks at the small list he made and nods "i will need to find out why they dont leave." normally something keeps a spirit anchored to this realm and reality. it is strange that this spirit moved in without having a reason.

or at least it seems like that.

Dust asks if there seems to be a room where the spirit is most active and the family tells him it seems to be the living room though they have also been haunting the master bedroom a lot.

Dust nods and walks towards the front door. Already noticing the presence of the spirit as he gets near. He opens the front door and waits for a moment.

silence. No movement. an unnatural darkness.

Is the spirit taking energy from the environment to get this powerful? Normally they tend to feed on fear or memories. taking it from the environment is rare but not unheard of.

Dust makes sure to keep his voice calm and even "Hello. I am coming in okay?" he waits for a moment before nodding and stepping inside.

The door slams shut behind him and Dust nods "fair enough. can't have a draft form." he glances around. He needs to make a choice. living room or bed room.

He goes towards the living room. That one is generally more socially acceptable to visit on a first visit.

He gets to the room and looks around. It is a mess of furniture thrown over and broken things. The TV is static and everything is lit up with that greyish light.

Dust takes a moment to get comfortable at the coffee table as he sits with his legs crossed on the ground "Hello. I would like to ask you some questions if that is okay."

More silence but no hostile auras around him.

Dust nods and takes out the ways to help the spirit communicate "Do you have a prefered way to speak?" he points at the notebook, the radio and the ouija board.

A laugh in the air and Dust searches for the source. The longer he is near spirits the easier for him it becomes to hear and see them. He can see the outline of the spirit and watches them.

The laughted stops and the spirit floats closer to the offered items. they seem to nudge some of them before huffing.

Dust nods "no preference? we can try to just communicate as is then?"

The other stops and turns to face him. More details are becoming clear to Dust as the spirit remains near. They seem to have been a skeleton before, or they just prefer that form now.

The spirit chuckles and leans on their fist as they lay on their front in the air "sure. sounds fun."

their voice is still a little hard to understand but Dust can manage. He will have a headache after this however. That always happens when he communicates like this with new spirits.

Dust nods before putting the offered tools away before grabbing his own notebook for his personal notes "Hello, do you have a name that i can refer to you with? and do you have a preference in pronounce or gender to be referred with?" and he waits.

The spirit, becoming more and more clear to him, stares at him before speaking with that crackling and static voice "Killer. I am a guy."

Dust nods and notes it down "Killer. Hello. I am Dust. I was hoping you could answer some of my questions." more of a statement but an important one to make.

Killer nods and shrugs as answer. Okay that is good. no obvious hostile air just yet. Killer is also becoming more and more visible the longer he is not hostile. Dust can make out the skeleton with a bright red target in front of his sternum. the sweater and pants he is wearing. most telling however? the dark and empty sockets adn the black tears.

spirit forms usually say a lot about how a spirit died. The best way to make a spirit leave is to help them move on which is about 9 out of 10 times connected to their death.

So... no eye lights... hopeless situation? black tears. very traumatic? that is all he has so far and that is just speculations.

Dust asks his first question "How long have you been a spirit?"

Killer blinks before shooting him a grin "Checking if i am legal? Don't worry! I am well beyond the legal age." and he winks.

Dust blinks as Ash is silent by his side. okay. not the kind of answer he had been expecting. but better than being hostile...

Dust gives a slow nod as he makes a note "so you have been a spirit for a while. how long have you been at this place specifically?"

Killer shrugs as he thinks "little while. a month ish? so i am open to running away wiht you." and he grins at him again.

Ash grumbles angerly behind him "I think a murderous spirit is better than whatever is going on here."

Dust decides to not pay much attention to the flirsts and stay on track "Where were you before you moved here?"

Killer grins "In some other house with other people."

dust nods and continues "Why did you leave that place?"

Killer grins as he leans on his fist. staring at him "They moved and no one new moved in."

Dust frowns and asks "isnt that your aim? By haunting them? To make them leave? To have your own place for just yourself?"

Killer freezes for a moment and seems to grow a bit more static. Then he grins wider and leans closer to him "I mean. I would love to have my own house! Especially as that is seen as hot right? Having your own place." Killer winks at him again "Make sure no one interrupts our alone time?"

Ash makes gagging sounds behind him as Dust notes down 'doesnt want to be alone.'

Dust thinks for a moment before speaking again "You seem very focussed on being near others. does that mean you regret being alone?" just get more information.

Killer grins "The only thing i regret is not meeting you earlier."

Dust hums as he thinks. He doesn't seem to have any regrets. So his death and lingering isn't regret related.

It goes on like this for hours. Dust asking Killer questions and Killer replying with somekind of pickup line or other flirt with tiny bits of informations within those answers.

By the time it is evening Dust has a small list of things that seem to be trauma related but not any closer to actually getting the spirit to move on.

Dust says his goodbye as he moves towards the door only for the door of the living room to slam shut. Dust looks at it before turning back to Killer "Yes? Was there something?"

Killer looks downright panicked "Where are you going? Don't leave!"

yeah that is very obviously trauma related to being alone. maybe left behind? abandoned by someone Killer cared a lot about? Maybe that explains the flirting?

Dust speaks "I was going to go eat and sleep. I need to it to live." and he waits.

Killer frowns as he rubs his arms and eyes the door "And you will be back?"

Dust nods "I was planning on it. If i am welcome."

Killer thinks but nods. the door behind him unlocks and opens and Dust hears a second door do the same in the distance.

Dust nods and leaves the house. he gives the family a quick update that it may take a while longer as he tries to figure this out. then he goes to get his van and park it closer.

This may be a bit of a tricky case after all.

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and then in the end dust never managed to get killer to move on and killer ended up stalkign him instead <3

A drabble for this silly au!! I love seeing everyones ideas and headcanons and i hope this helps you guys to also keep interacting with me about this :D <3

part 2 - New Haunting

[britasmrva]

@dorkus-mcdingus and I made a very funny story about Ace getting Lily a ouija board just so she can communicate with Skully. Here’s how it goes:

Ace: Happy Birthday Lily! I found an antique shop and bought something you might like.

Lily: (Thank you Ace. I wonder what’s inside) *she signed*

Ace: Well you have to see for yourself. *he said with a proud smile*

Jack: Is it me or do I have a bad feeling about this?

Deuce: You’re not the only one.

Lily: *she opens the bag and it reveals to be a ouija board*

Everyone: WHAT THE-!

Sebek: HUMAN WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!!

Ace: Dude why are you screaming at me and why are you guys looking at me with scary looks?!

Epel: Do you know how dangerous it is to use this thing?! Have you ever used an ouija board or heard stories about it?!

Ace: I’ve seen people use it to communicate with ghosts so I thought this would be perfect for Lily to communicate with Skully. *he said while pointing at Skully’s portrait that’s mounted on the wall*

Lily: (Thank you Ace, I can’t wait to use it!) *she smiled*

Ortho: Oh no..she wants to use it.

Ace: See? I knew she’ll use it.

Jack: And what if she uses it and mistakenly summoned bad spirits to possess her?

Sebek: I SWEAR TO THE GREAT SEVENS YOU BETTER TEACH HER HOW TO USE IT CORRECTLY! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU IF SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS TO HER!

Ace: Alright alright, sheesh…

Epel: The temperature in here is awfully chilly. Is the window open?

Ortho: I scanned the room temperature. Looks like we have a visitor.

Deuce: Could it be the Ramshackle ghosts?

Lily: *she signs* (Nope that’s Skully.)

Sebek: Scary how she can tell which ghost is present.

[rosedajester]

NS!AU incorrect quotes

Star: *Laughs* Eclipse, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing—

Eclipse : We’re married.

Moon, Solar and Eclipse : *screaming*

Earth: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Solar?!

Moon: Wait, why are you asking Solar that when Eclipse and I are also here?

Earth: Because Solar wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

Earth: So you’re dating Solar?

Ruin: What? No! I’m just buying them an accessory since they have terrible fashion sense.

Earth: That’s literally a wedding ring.

Earth: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house.

Ruin: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

Ruin: Is this gaslighting? Am I being gaslit?

Puppet: If I were gaslighting you, you’d never know it.

Ruin: Is THAT gaslighting?

Puppet: Shut up.

Solar, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

Ruin: *half asleep* Solar , this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to themself* the Queen.

Earth: I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand.

Eclipse: Puppet quivers before them!

Earth: Fuck off!

Sun: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-

Puppet: Eyy, homie!

Moon: But then there's cootie...

Earth: Die.

Lunar: how do you ask someone out?

Ruin: Well, first-

Solar: Don't ask them, they asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Lunar: ...And you said yes?

Solar and Ruin: *Plays Slender: The Eight Pages*

*Jumpscare*

Ruin: *Jumps back* OH S*IT, IT'S A WHITE GUY!!!

Puppet: Earth doesn’t look very happy.

Solar: That's their happy. They're just a b*tch.

Lunar, to Puppet: If you see Pollux, give them this message *makes a neutral face*

Lunar: They'll know what it means.

*later*

Puppet: oh, and Lunar said to give you a message.

Puppet: *makes a neutral face*

Pollux: Oh no- The neutral face of displeasure.

Lunar : So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl....

Eclipse: ....

Solar: .....

Puppet: ......

Star: ..Who?

Lunar : That's the thing we don't-

*Everyone stares at Star*

Eclipse : Hey, can we stay in your house tonight?

Solar: Why?

Eclipse : Puppet fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Puppet: Earth doesn't know how to banish spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

*The Squad using an Ouija board*

Puppet: Tell us… Is there a spirit in this house?

Spirit, through the board: YES.

Puppet: Great! Rent is due on the first of the month.

Eclipse: Oh, and movie night is on Friday if you want to hang out.

Earth: WAIT, WHAT—

Eclipse : What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

Earth: make you talk to people.

Pollux : Lunar, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Lunar: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

Pollux : Alright, I love you too, I'll ask Castor.

Lunar: Wait- Pollux , no-

Pollux: I was voted “friendliest classmate” in high school.

Ruin: I was voted “most likely to become a clown”…

Lunar: You think that’s bad? HA! I was voted “most likely to get rabies”!

Castor: When I was your age-

Earth, mocking Castor: When I was your height.

Castor: . . .

Castor: Listen here you little s*it-

[rekino2114]

Playing with a ouija board with mikako kurokawa

Halloween post #6

Pairing:mikako kurokawa x gn reader

Summary:When you invited your friend/crush to play with a ouija board for Halloween, you never imagined it would lead to you confessing to each other

A/n:This is a good time to mention that in most mikako posts I'll do, I'll use her killing game personality even in non killing game aus like this one, even it doesn't make much sense I'm just more familiar with that version of her.

You were always one for spooky things, and it was probably because of this that you felt a special attraction and connection to the ultimate exorcist herself. You loved everything about mikako: her quiet voice, the long pauses she took in between words and her seemingly dead eyes accentuated by her permanent eye bags, you were crushing hard

Despite your feelings for her, you still managed to become pretty good friends, mostly because you loved hearing her talk about the stories behind her exorcism, and she was happy to have found someone who she could tell those stories to

Since Halloween was coming up and both of you were pretty excited about it, you decided to invite her to hang out, and you thought it'd be fun and on theme to play with a ouija board, mikako was literally the best exorcist in the country so you didn't even have to worry about being possessed or other stuff when she was around

"Is everything ready?"

".......yes"

Mikako finished lighting the purple candles she put around and turned towards you, giving you some beads similar to hers

".......take these......I had kinji bless them.....they'll protect you"

"Oh thanks"

"I......also have holy water.....and the crucifix on my uniform......just in case"

"Wow, you're really prepared for this. Is all of this really necessary?"

"Probably not.......but I just want......to make sure....I don't want anyone to get possessed with me around......especially you"

You blushed a bit but quickly brushed it off as mikako turned off the lights and sat near you

"Let's.....start"

"Ok"

You held your hands together near the planchette (I'm pretty sure that's what it's called ) which caused both of you to go red even if thankfully neither of you noticed it, and asked if there were any spirits which caused the wood piece to move towards the yes

"Oh looks like there is one, great we can start"

You started by asking the spirit basic questions like what its name was and how it died, and after it specified that it didn't have evil intentions, you started asking more personal questions

"Oh! Let's ask about crushes"

"....w-what.....why?"

You were very surprised to see mikako stutter and blush but didn't think too much about it

"I dunno, people in movies do it all the time, come on it'll be fun"

".....o-ok"

"Great, let's start with you"

".........."

"Oh spirit in this room, does mikako kurokawa, the girl standing near me, have a crush on someone?"

After you asked the question, the planchette started moving towards the yes once again

You were kinda disappointed and sad that she loved someone, and that meant you probably didn't have a chance, but you always thought that she was out of your league, so you were ready to accept it. You managed to hide your true emotions to not ruin the mood

"Oooooooh now I see why you were blushing"

".......i-I......."

"Don't worry, I won't tell whoever it is.....buuuut I will find out

"W-wait"

"Oh spirit! Who is the person that Mikako has a crush on?"

You saw the planchette move

"OK let's see........w-wait"

It started to spell every letter in your name, and when it finished, you turned to see the exorcist blushing incredibly hard hiding her face with her hands

"M-mikako, is that true?"

"......yes....I...I have had feelings for you......for a long time"

"R-really?"

"Yes.....Your conversations are always.....nice and you look......like an angel"

You blushed a lot more but smiled as you continued to hear her confession

".....Yamato actually told me.....to confess to you today......I didn't expect it to be like this, though."

"To be honest.....I love you too"

".....r-really?"

"Yes, I mean, you're so pretty and nice to talk to, I had feelings for you for a long time too"

You saw mikako's look of surprise morph into a slight smile, which was the most happiness you had ever seen out of her

".....so....do you mind......starting to date?"

"I'd love that"

You got closer to your new girlfriend and kissed her lips. Both you and her felt amazing and truly peaceful in this moment. You pulled away for a second to see that her smile widened even more

"I don't know.....if it's too early.....to say this.....but......I love you"

"Don't worry, I love you too mikako"

"That's.......thanks...thanks so much"

You just smiled at her again admiring her beauty

"Oh, I need to thank the spirit. It's thanks to them that I got a girlfriend"

"....yeah....I guess so......I should thank them too.....since I got such an amazing partner"

[rottenpumpkin13]

It is Halloween soon! Zack throws a Halloween party on the 49th floor (can be big, can be small, however you'd like to write it) and has decided to use an ouija board. What chaos breaks out?

(Also i was bday anon, thank you so much, your posts are life 💞)

Zack's Halloween Party

• To cease the arguments over who gets to host the annual SOLDIER halloween party, Director Lazard comes up with an idea.

• He writes down each of his SOLDIERs' names on small slips of paper and places them in a huge bowl, then summons them all to an impromptu meeting.

Lazard: Whoever's name I pull out will be the designated party organizer. Does that sound fair?

Zack: YES! I WON! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO THROW A HALLOWEEN PARTY!

Lazard: No, Zack. I mean, does my selection process sound just?

• A chorus of agreements echo throughout the room.

Lazard: Good. And the winner is *he sticks his hand in the bowl, pulls out a name, then sighs* Fair.

Zack: Yes, Director! We agreed that it's a fair process!

Lazard: No. Zack Fair, you won.

Zack: YEEEESSSSSSS!!

• A chorus of no's and groans sweep the room.

Zack: Don't worry, guys! I'll do my very best! You'll see! This is gonna be the best Halloween party ever. *he interlocks his fingers evilly* and I have just the tool to make it fun...

• The day of the Halloween party arrives. To everyone's surprise, the party's rather ordinary. There's good music playing, Halloween decorations everywhere, flashing lights, fog and candy bowls stationed everywhere.

• Sephiroth, Genesis and Angeal step off the elevator. Sephiroth is dressed like a grim reaper with Masamune fashioned as a scythe, Angeal is a zombie, and Genesis is a queen? king of hearts.

Angeal: Huh. Look at that. No one who knows Zack personally would've ever guessed he would be responsible enough to pull this off.

• Angeal snatches a candy bowl from Sephiroth's hands.

Genesis: I know, right? It almost makes you feel bad for underestimating him.

• Kunsel (dressed like robocop) and Roche (hippie) walk by carrying Skelesis Bonesodos.

Kunsel: Where are we hanging Skelesis?

Roche: Zack told us to hang him by the dancefloor.

Genesis: Son of a bitch.

• Angeal fails to notice Sephiroth nick an entire platter of spaghetti and meatball eyes from a passing server.

• Zack (dressed like a pirate) comes bouncing up to them

Zack: Arrg! Hey, guys! Sweet party, huh?

Angeal: Yeah, actually. I'm impressed. It's just a regular party without any crazy additives.

• Zack pulls out a Ouija board.

Zack: Or so you thought!

Genesis & Angeal: ZACK, NO.

Zack: Zack yes!

• Genesis snatches the ouija board away from him.

Genesis: I refuse to compliantly sit here and watch you damn us all by bothering the spirit realm. You have no idea how dangerous it is!

Angeal: Are you serious? Ghosts aren't real.

Zack & Genesis: Yes they are.

Angeal: No, they're not. And I'm not letting you mess around with anything paranormal. I don't want a repeat of last time.

• Collective flashback to the time Zack purchased an EVP recorder and refused to shower for a week because the ghost insinuated that it'd possess him in the bathroom.

Zack: Oh, please! That was ages ago. Besides, how cool would it be to have a real entity at my party!?

Genesis, sarcastically: So cool! One minute you're doing the Monster Mash and the next we're calling a priest!

Zack: I'm not gonna get possessed!

Angeal: You're not gonna summon anything! Ghosts and demons aren't real! Right, Sephiroth?

• Everyone turns to see Sephiroth working his way through another bowl of candy.

Angeal: Give me THAT!

Sephiroth, chewing: Honestly, it wouldn't hurt to try to use the ouija board.

Zack: Ha-ha! You rock, Seph! I knew you'd be on my side.

• Zack and Sephiroth high five.

Genesis: I give up. Summon the demon, damn us all to lifetime of paranormal prosecution. What do I care? It's not like anyone listens to me any—*he looks across the room*—HEY! KUNSEL! STOP PLAYING CATCH WITH SKELESIS BONESODOS! YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK HIS HIP!

• Zack leads the four of them to a vacant office room. They sit down in a circle on the floor and sets up the Ouija board in the middle of them.

Angeal: This is the stupidest thing I've ever done.

Sephiroth: Don't say that. I would argue that purchasing that questionable, over-priced plant from that man in the slums that turned out to be plastic was the stupidest thing you've ever done.

• They all place their fingers on the planchette and slide it around three times.

Genesis: We're going to die.

Zack: Shhh! Oh great spirits that reside in the Shinra HQ! Make yourselves known...please—pretty please? I really want a party ghost!

Sephiroth: Do you gentlemen think a person's soul can become trapped within the sword that kills them? I often hear Masamune whisper to me in the middle of the night.

Angeal: And you mention that NOW?

Genesis: Ho-ho! I thought you didn't believe in ghosts!

Angeal: I don't. I believe in Sephiroth inevitably succumbing to psychosis due to years of trauma.

Zack: Guys! Shhh! You're gonna distract the—

*The planchette moves on its own*

*Everyone screams*

Angeal: WHO DID THAT? WHICH ONE OF YOU MOVED IT?

Genesis: IT WASN'T ME!

Zack: IT WAS THE GHOST!

Sephiroth: Fascinating. Zack's Ouija board has proven to be a reliable tool for demonic communication.

Genesis: I wanna leave! I'm not playing with this stuff!

Angeal: You moved it, didn't you, Genesis? You wanted to scare me and be right about the paranormal.

Genesis: Shut up! I have my limits too, you know!

Zack: Guys! Shhh! Let me talk to it!

Zack: Dear Mr. Ghost..... Or should I say Mrs. Ghost? Ms. Ghost? Wait, what if the ghost is gender neutral?

Angeal: Ghosts aren't real!

*The planchette moves again, this time right on the letter G. Everyone screams and starts panicking*

Sephiroth: Is that real enough for you?

Genesis: It's spelling something out!

Angeal: Shut up! Look!

*The planchette continues to move until it spells out GET OUT*

Genesis: YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE!

*He gets up and runs out the door screaming. Zack and Angeal follow him, also screaming. They leave Sephiroth alone at the table, snickering with his fingers still on the planchette*

Sephiroth: Suckers.

*He pulls out a jumbo bag of Halloween candy and starts eating*

[xplrvibes]

opinion on the finale of Hell week?

Apologies for the delay on this but I didn't watch it until late last night and didn't have the brain power to articulate my thoughts at the time.

Not that I'm in any better a state of mind now, but alas! This is the best it will get, so without further ado:

(As always spoilers and opinions behind the cut, so reader be aware)

I have really mixed feelings about this Hell Week finale.

I actually did like it (parts of it, anyway), I did. I think it fit in well with the story being told in the first two parts and was edited and storyboarded really well.

Here's the thing: I completely zoned out during the first 15 minutes or so. Like...another planet zoned out. There was too much yelling and shenanigans and I was tired, and I couldn't tell you what happened if you paid me to, to be perfectly honest.

I did enjoy the prom bit a little bit, although I thought them "inviting" ghosts from past investigations and having a high school style prom in an elementary school were both odd choices, but I did like the cinematography of the whole thing.

But the shit before that? Blank fucking slate.

But after Kris and Celina left and the ahit started hitting the fan? I perked up.

And boy was the second half of this video a revelation.

I have to preface all this by saying that I don't want to comment on Pythian Priestess or the work she does, because I don't have a full knowledge base of the rituals and what she practices. I'd prefer not to even go down that road when that isn't my particular highway.

So, I'm not going to add my 2 cents on any of that.

Instead, before I get into the big climax of the finale, I want to talk about Sam.

I wish I knew how to vocalize this in a way that wouldn't cause upset, but I don't, so here we go: this man is going to get himself and Colby killed if he doesn't chill the fuck out about wanting to prove the paranormal.

Seriously. This is a problem. I genuinely, genuinely think he would have lept for joy if Colby had said no to the boiler room, because that would've given him an opportunity to take one for the team and do it. I don't care what he said to the contrary - his mouth was saying, "it's safer if you do it," but his eyes were saying, "please don't do it so I can do it and have the Moment."

Look at when he asked the ouija board if *he* was in danger. If they had gotten a yes, he would've shoved Colby out of the way and koll-aid man'ed his way through the wall to get down there. He wants this shit, and he wants it to the exclusion of all reason and safety.

He's going to take it too far some day.

The fact that he knows this and doesn't seem to care is alarming.

And here's the crux of it - he wants it, and Colby doesn't. Colby's a God fearing man (yes yes yes Halloween costumes and blah blah blah but these things can and DO coincide). He doesn't want to put himself in these positions. He doesn't even seem to like going alone. Hes a believer, and he has a healthy amount of trepidation and fear.

And, according to some in the past, his convictions and something about his aura intimidates certain spirits.

So it's a mutual fear society on his side, but Sam's just like, "howdy pardner, step on in and take up shop in my soul!"

If there truly was some kind of dark entity in the vicinity of these two, which one do you think they'd target? The faithful man with plenty of fear to go around, or the guy jumping all over the room begging for a possession?

What I'm trying to say is: IN WHAT WORLD WAS SENDING COLBY DOWN THERE SAFER?

Morons lol.

So, with that in mind, let's talk about this boiler room thing.

First of all, I'm not saying there was or wasn't a possession, or a demonic entity, or what have you. I truly have no clue. None of us can say for sure.

But I can tell you this - Colby was in the throes of a panic attack.

Now, I say this because I have seen quite a few people trying to claim that Colby was "acting" and overdramatizing what happened down there. Putting aside the fact that Colby is a shit actor and we all know it...you cannot fake the effects of a panic attack like that. He can't fake the pale and bloodshot eyes, slurred and stunted speech, the trembling...that was real shit.

Was he also being possessed or developing an attachment? Maybe. Hard to tell. But I'm telling you that he was 100% having a panic attack.

And that was hard to watch.

Now Sam is a much, much better actor than Colby, so it's a little bit harder to discredit anyone saying he's acting in every scenario (believe it or not, that's a compliment). But he seemed to also show genuine fear and concern after leaving Colby alone in the basement, and after getting the responses he was getting. And that was genuine fear and concern when he got back to Colby and got a good look at the state of him.

I don't think any, and I mean any, of that was fake.

Again, I don't know if something attached itself to him or possessed him or what have you. I do think the slow look to the side and smirk was odd and cinematically creepy, but I don't know what it meant. I also think that Pythian Priestess' cleansing ritual happens to include a lot of elements used to calm people in the throes of a panic attack, so it's not surprising he felt better after interacting with her, whether there was something going on or not.

But say for the sake of argument he was either developing an attachment or being possessed. Think about the implications of that. A righteous man gets jog tied like a sacrificial lamb in a basement and challenges an evil being to show him it's power. Evil being proceeds to attempt to do just that. Righteous man somehow gets out of it and the whole evil being is summarily trapped in a jar and thrown in a river (or was he...?), and righteous man lives to fight another day.

Tell me that ain't a banging premise for an episode of Supernatural lol.

Anyway, the ending was really solid, if kind of alarming to watch at times - and by that I mean Colby planting a tree that was STILL IN THE POT - and I thought the little montage at the end was cute and heartwarming. The first 15 minutes almost took me out entirely, but then they really hooked me back in at the end. That's always, always a win.

Overall, I'd give this one a solid 7/10. I'd rewatch the second half of it again, that's for sure.

Anyway, this has been fun! Now that we've seen them all, what are your thoughts?

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #377

Brain Curds are barely-edited fiction, poetry, or just about anything else - drafted in a day or less. Only slightly mind-altering.

Part 40 of an experiment in progress. Refer to case logs.

For Trevor, the final performance of The Wizard of Oz wrapped as soon as opening night began. He knew only by the excitement of the cast and the length of his pathetic beard that time had moved on, with or without him. He wasn’t present in the moment, ever, and didn’t have to be - so long as he said his lines on cue, that was good enough.

Mr. Holt led the audience in a standing ovation and the cast bowed, Trevor included, though his recollection of it was hazy. He existed only insofar as people saw him and depending on the amount of drugs he had in his system.

“Ahhh…” I inhaled from the bong and felt more like myself again. Finally that ordeal was over, but now what? This circle of my friends… no, they were each other’s friends. Except Gordon. He was just here because they felt weird about not inviting him. And I was only here because I paid for the Hot Cheetos.

“Heh…” Gordon let out a nervous laugh as the bong was passed his way. “So, I… I breathe in here at the top?”

I snorted. “What, you’ve never smoked weed before?” I was one to talk, as the guy here who just started last month, but I wanted to break his balls a little.

“Y-Yeah, of course I have… I just don’t have a bong at home.”

“Sure.” I rolled my eyes.

He hesitantly held the lighter to the bowl and put his mouth on the mouthpiece. A second later, he coughed like he’d sucked on a tailpipe instead.

“You are so good at this,” I said, laughing at his expense.

He gagged and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Ocean put her hand on mine. I looked her way and she stared directly into my eyes. “You don’t have to be mean.”

“Huh? N-No, I’m not being mean. I’m just ribbing him a little. We’re guys, we do that.”

Ocean looked at me with skepticism.

“I’ve known him longer than you have.” I cleared my throat. “His whole life, actually. He’ll be alright. Go check on him if you’re so worried.”

She whispered in my ear. “I’m still checking on you. You haven’t seemed like… you… lately. Is this really you right now?”

“Yeah.” I gulped. She saw through every bit of my facade. “Who else would I be?”

“The Straw Man.”

“Well, unless I’m mistaken, I’m done being The Straw Man.”

“Are you?” She took my other hand and stared right through my eyes, right into my soul… if there was one left. “Sometimes you don’t seem like yourself at school, either.”

“Are you saying I don’t have a brain?”

“Sometimes.”

I frowned. “Thanks.”

“But I think you do now. So… please listen. I’ve seen who you really are… what you could be. And that’s…” She checked to see if anyone else was paying attention. They weren’t. “That’s beautiful. You could be beautiful.”

I gritted my teeth. “No, I can’t. And I’ve been myself this whole time, for the record.” I took a deep breath. “But supposing I wasn’t… What exactly did I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“What did I do… to have you sit next to me and not him?”

She laid her head on my shoulder. “You didn’t have to do anything.”

Gordon stumbled back into the room and plopped onto the floor. “Hey, Emily, when are we gonna pull out the Ouija board?”

Emily finished her second bong hit and exhaled. “Oh yeah!” She pulled the box from under a chair and opened it.

“Uh…” I gulped. “A Oujia board, huh?”

“Yeah,” Gordon replied smugly. “What, are you afraid?”

“As if. I’m not afraid of anything manufactured by Hasbro.”

“Then let’s do it!” He pulled the board from the box, tossed the packaging aside, and threw down the gauntlet - or planchette, rather.

Truth be told, I was a bit nervous. Growing up, my father had always insisted these were dangerous, liable to get you possessed by an evil spirit. According to him, there was no way to get rid of a Ouija board that was attached to you.

In his teens, he got one for his birthday, and after using it alone one night, he was so spooked he tried throwing it out. His mother fished it out of the trash and brought it back to him. He tried giving it away, but found it at the bottom of his closet a week later. Even burning it wasn’t enough - it refused to even blacken from the smoke. His stories were a load of crap, to be clear, but… in the back of my head, I was still unsure. And he blamed that Ouija board for much of the misfortune in his life.

I strengthened my resolve. I’d show Gordon. I’d show everyone. I wasn’t scared of anything.

“I’ll go first,” I said with a smirk.

“The hell you will!” Gordon puffed out his chest. “I wanna ask the first question!”

“Girls, girls,” Emily said, “you’re both pretty. I’m just going to flip a coin. Unless anyone else wants to go first, too?”

The other theatre kids nervously shook their heads. They were more spooked than I was.

“Heads,” I said.

Gordon crossed his arms. “I was gonna pick tails anyway.”

Emily flipped the coin and it came up tails.

“Ha!” Gordon bragged. “I get to go first!”

We all put our hands on the planchette and Emily began the ritual.

“Oh spirits, we wish to ask for your wisdom… If you are here with us, please let it be known!”

The planchette slowly made its way to the marker for ‘yes’. Emily nodded at Gordon.

“Uh…” He clearly hadn’t come up with what he wanted to ask. “I want to know… where will I be in thirteen years?”

“Thirteen years?” I mocked. “What kind of dumb question is that?”

“It’s an unlucky number, alright! I thought it fit the atmosphere!”

“The atmosphere is just some smoke you coughed up, so yeah, it’s a perfect fit!”

“Shhh!” Emily glared at me. “Oh spirits, where will Gordon be in thirteen years?”

The planchette moved, though I was pretty sure Gordon’s fingers did most of the work. F-I-S-H-E-R-M-A-N.

“Hell yeah!” He pumped his fist in the air. “Dream job, baby! Whoo!”

Emily smiled. “Good for you, Gordon. Your turn, Trevor.”

It was then that I realized I also hadn’t come up with a question. I tried to stall for time.

“Hey Gordon, isn’t the message supposed to end with the planchette going to the ‘goodbye’ on the board? I’m not so sure this is legitimate.”

The planchette quickly moved.

“Looks like it was just taking its time,” he said. “Just like you are, actually.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I have a better question anyway.” My mind drew a blank. Shit. “My question… is…” I scratched my head. “Where will I be in fourteen years?”

Gordon grumbled.

Emily nodded. “Oh spirits, thank you for your wisdom. We ask another question: Where will Trevor be in fourteen years?”

The planchette moved with violent speed, throwing all of us off balance. D-E-C-A-Y…

“Oh, please.” I scoffed. “Very funny, Gordon.”

“What?” He seemed as thrown off as I was. “I’m not doing anything?”

It kept moving. I-N-G…

I looked at the faces of everyone in the circle. Ocean, Emily, the younger theatre kids whose names I’d never bothered to learn - they were all as spooked as Gordon was.

Goodbye.

All of a sudden, the lights went out.

“Decaying?” I chuckled. “That’s rich.”

“It’s the truth.” A deep voice echoed from the shadows. I looked into the corner and saw him - his eyes glowed and his face absorbed the little light that still poured in through the windows. The tall man…

“Is anyone else seeing this?” I asked.

Nobody replied. Nobody moved. Their hands were turning cold. I couldn’t move either, paralyzed like prey, and the predator stood right in front of me. He inched closer, gliding more than walking, and I realized I couldn’t breathe.

All that was left in the universe were those glowing white eyes.

Penned 2025.03.24

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[hannahwatcheshorror]

OUIJA: ORIGIN OF EVIL (2016)

Leaps and bounds better than its origin movie (and a better cast), might I even suggest not watching that one at all and only watching this? Seriously, better acting, better story, better scares. The whole thing worked better and was kind of fun to watch (oh my!). On its own it is a fine horror movie and I’ve been seeing so many duds lately it is nice to see something that really seemed to get itself.

⭐⭐⭐.5

Trigger Warning Suicide, Nazi Talk

This film outlines the history of our mysterious DZ, which stands for Doris Zander, and her family and how her house and her Ouija Board became so evil. Doris is the younger sister and her family runs a psychic scam. Their mother reassures them that they trick people because they care but the whole thing stinks to high heavens until they add a Ouija board to their show. There is this amazing scene where the mother, Alice, is practicing using the Ouija board with magnets on her knees to fake it for clients and as she asks her questions little Doris from another room is answering them. SO creepy. Lina, the older sister, is there too and asks Doris who she is talking to but Doris has no memory of what happened, amazing. Mama Alice keeps using the board and not saying goodbye because she doesn’t think it is working but Doris keeps feeling the effects of it. The board says “Hi Friend” to her (classic Ouija) and voices we cannot hear instruct Doris to look through the planchette so she can see who she is talking to (or what).

Once Mama Alice finds out that Doris can do tricks like a puppy it is all about the cash, I mean, helping people… Yeah, right. Alice is keeping Doris out of school so she can be a psychic all day for money (best mom ever). It seems only the older sister, Lina, notices the changes that are happening to little Doris ever since she began her psychic journey. Mama Alice tries to chalk it up to the dads spirit guiding the child but… “If it was dad, if it really was him, why would he change her, why would he ever do anything to change her?” Lina is a hero for her sister and it is amazing. But really, why would a non-malevolent spirit want to change this sweet little girl into anything she is not? Blah blah blah another calmer scene with the mom talking to the school priest, CUT TO DORIS OPEN MOUTH, EYES ROLLED BACK, WATCHING THE TV, GODDANG. Doris does a good job of being a spooky, scary little girl. I know there are effects and makeup but still she creeps me out and I rooted for her in Annabelle: Creation.

We hear a fun story about how the house's previous owner was a nazi doctor who would do experiments on people? Also, why would anyone follow the little girl who’s “fun fact” was how strangulation death feels like? The actual fuck. Anyway Lina’s boyfriend goes into the basement with Doris who is being creepy as hell and he gets possessed and later hangs himself. Yikes. The boy dies and then they find all the bodies in the basement (yikes). The priest tries to get to Doris but he just gets possessed and goes after the ladies with a knife before he regains control long enough for Demon Doris to fling him down the stairs and kill him. She gets mom next and straps her to the operating table (yikes) but Lina got a message from dearly departed Daddy about sewing Doris’ mouth shut so she can’t speak in tongues and possess anymore. Lina does the hard work of sewing her own sister's mouth shut but it works, except that Doris had previously possessed Lina on the steps and Lina stabs their mom to death. Woops! Mama Alice is so good, telling her it isn’t her fault, but poor Lina is left all alone and ends up in an asylum where she lives her life until the events of the first movie.

Does any of this film explain why Lina turns on the kids in the first movie? No it does not. Really hoped it would since that was a really important part of the first movie but okay. Let’s just chalk it up to her having been possessed at least once. Yeah, we will go with that… Even though she doesn’t appear possessed she just seems like a big bitch in Ouija. Whatever.

----------------------HANNAH WATCHES HORROR---------------------

[psychics4unet]

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Creativity 🎨 He may have a unique approach to life, possibly reflected in his interests or hobbies. This creativity could manifest in his style, conversations, or how he expresses himself.

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[nfumbewalk]

How Do You Talk To Muertos?

Candles n bones.

Ppl wonder, how do you talk to the dead? Well...not everyone can. They also wonder about Ouija boards, do they work? Yes and no.

Am I being evasive on purpose? No. The world of the muertos is a delicate web of communication lines that only some can access. Study all you want, try and try - if you have no hint of a gift, the communication lines will be closed to you. Not being mean here.

Despite what you might think, things in the world of the muertos is black and white. Pass or fail. Yes or no. It's concrete, definite. This doesn't change. Muertos do. Their world doesn't. Why? It doesn't need to. Because death is the fundamental change. Why should the other world (El Otro Mundo) change? It is perfect.

Talking to the muertos has always been a fascination for us. Wisdom from the muertos (necrosophy) has been sought from Biblical days and before. Ppl wonder how?

My techniques are easy for me, but impossible for others. Sometimes I use enhancements like certain jewelry, oils, incense and ritual. Most of the time, I do nothing special. I just say "Hey! Grandpa Ben!" They are always giving me truths to prove that it is them coming through.

I talk about it online because there's no one else around that believes me. I know my dad is pretty amazed. He talks to me too but he's going through processes that muertos have to do before elevation. He's busy. And trying to avoid going through any Lutheran stuff. He was raised in this religion. He didn't raise Jerome and I with any religion and mom hated all religions. My grandma Lia was raised Catholic, was hit with rulers in school and when she was a young woman, spat in the face of a priest. This was in 1930's Germany. I may see if I can chat with her too. Best grandma ever!

With necromancy, it is best to start out talking to family. Then your muerto. But there's no harm in experimenting - unless you get a nasty muerto. To discourage muertos, use Heather flowers. To draw muertos, use Lilac flowers. To get rid of muertos, use Espanta Muerto (look at Botanica Mas Alla and have your translator on if you don't know Spanish).

Talking to nfumbe, the anonymous muertos... Only do this if you're experienced. This is how I learned...and got burned!!! Possession can happen. You do NOT want this. Think about the movie, "Fallen," with Denzel Washington. The spirit Azazel moves from person to person and you see the transformation, right? Yeah, well -- that looks way too fucking real. No joke. (BTW, Azazel is a Demon, not a spirit)

If you want to talk to muertos, you can try a graveyard, but that's not a good idea. I get too many voices at once. It's kinda stereotypical anyway. I remember going to a very full and active graveyard with my Tata when he was getting me oriented. He started singing in Congo language and I felt that whole graveyard shift. The muertos moved. The energy was beautiful. My body buzzed with electricity and I felt powerful af! That religion powered me up. Too bad it's so expensive and patriarchal.

The only advice I can give to those who want to talk to muertos is to try, be patient, and start with an ancestor - someone familial. If you'd like personalized help, just message me.

I need to get back to project #163.190.

M.M. 💖💀💖

[adamwatchesmovies]

Talk To Me (2022)

If you hear someone say they haven’t seen anything new - or scary - in a while, point them towards Talk to Me. With a great story, a focus on its characters, a fresh concept and genuine scares, it does just about everything right. This is an impressive directorial debut for Danny and Michael Philippou.

Mia (Sophie Wilde), her best friend Jade (Alexandra Jensen) and Jade’s little brother Riley (Joe Bird) sneak out to go to a party. There, they partake in a ritual involving an embalmed hand. Holding it in a handshake position and saying “Talk to me” allows you to communicate with a dead person. Saying “I let you in” allows the spirit to possess you. If you blow out the candle and pull the hand away from the “player” before 90 seconds pass, the spirit will leave and no one will feel any side effects. When Mia hears her recently deceased mother speaking during a round, she becomes obsessed with the hand.

The premise may make Talk to Me seem like an off-brand version of Ouija. In a way, it is, but that’s the genius of it. In the real world, Ouija boards are games only because they don’t work. People have fun setting up the mood, gathering for a spooky time and seeing what happens. The same thing with this hand. The difference is that it works. You can use it to speak to those in the beyond. That’s a big deal… but it also isn’t because no one knows where it came from, you don’t get to pick who you talk to and you can only talk to someone for 90 seconds. This hand is a party favor you bring with you to make crazy things happen. Some people don’t believe it works or that the participants' reactions are exaggerated. You can understand why. Participants might do something scary or creepy. They might just act sort of weird. If you try it, you’ll probably embarrass yourself, which will be hilarious for everyone else. The obvious parallel is recreational drugs. The hand is a pill a teenager takes at a party while everyone watches them trip out. This gives Talk to Me a distinctly modern feel because it’s sort of a secret but also out in the open. People might not believe it works but once you say “I let you in”, everyone hits “record” on their cellphones.

Previously known for their YouTube channel RackaRacka, Danny and Michael Philippou are transitioning to filmmaking and this is a great first picture for them. They're not content with slapping a new coat of paint on a tried-and-true idea. There’s a heavy emphasis on Mia’s headspace. She’s 17, has been in trouble before, is currently struggling with the second anniversary of her mother’s death and has become distant from her father (Marcus Johnson). An early scene where she spots a fatally injured kangaroo on the road tells you volumes about her and how she feels about death. You know this hand will have a hold on her. You’re cautious but the movie makes you put your guard down with several heartwarming scenes of friendship and some big laughs. Then, everything goes so wrong so suddenly. When violence comes in this film, it’s brutal. Then, it's over. Now, all that happy energy has become tainted and you’re on edge. "Did I actually see that?" you wonder. You have to keep watching to be sure. Talk to Me has its claws dug into you and the scares are real.

You can tell the twin directors have seen a lot of horror films and have taken notes. A typical film would spend a good chunk of its middle with an investigation. Where did the hand come from? How can they stop it from doing the thing it’s doing? Talk to Me isn’t interested in that. There’s too much going on NOW. Instead, it doubles down on the character moments, the unsettling aftermath of the rules the teens have broken (you knew they would break them, that’s part of the fun) and the scares. Some of what comes from the hand is just so bizarre it gives you the creeps. Knowing the characters as well as you do makes it extra scary. You know how easily these people can be pushed in the wrong direction based on their past. You hope the sinister force that’s eyeing them now won’t figure that out.

Talk To Me is wonderfully original. It's also memorable, well-acted, smartly written and scary. You care about the characters, you worry about what might happen to them and when things go sour, it's horrifying in multiple ways. With this film, Danny and Michael Philippou make it clear they're directors you should watch out for. I can't wait to see what they've got next. (November 4, 2023)