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hellhouse2019-07-13 03:04 pm
abigdarkroom) wrote in hellhouse2019-07-13 03:04 pm
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WHO: Lydia Deetz + Open
WHAT: Ghosts!
WHERE: First floor West End Kitchen
WHEN: July 13
WARNING: Ghost warnings? Updated as needed.
She sat at a table in the kitchen, a bowl of canned peaches and a fork poking at them. It was food, and it wasn't rotted food. That was a plus.
Distracted from her peaches though, she stared at a small blond boy, wearing a straight jacket and staring at her with the worlds largest eyes. At first it startled her, but lately she had been seeing more ghosts around. Carefully she lifted a hand and waved at him.
The ghost boy stood there, easy to see through, and staring.
"Hello." Lydia said carefully, head tilting and watchful. "Can I help you? I've read that some ghosts need help in order to pass over."
The boy just stared.
Lydia frowned, resting both hands on the table and crossing her feet under the table, careful not to make any swift moves. "My name is Lydia. What's yours?"
He looked from her and up, up, eyes growing bigger. Anyone who might walk into the room at this moment would see a Goth Girl sitting at a kitchen table, a bowl of peaches in front of her, and a very bloody ghost with a cleaver sticking out of his head, lifting another knife right behind her, looking like his intention was to stab her. A ghost boy looking shocked or scared, and running away suddenly as well.
WHAT: Ghosts!
WHERE: First floor West End Kitchen
WHEN: July 13
WARNING: Ghost warnings? Updated as needed.
She sat at a table in the kitchen, a bowl of canned peaches and a fork poking at them. It was food, and it wasn't rotted food. That was a plus.
Distracted from her peaches though, she stared at a small blond boy, wearing a straight jacket and staring at her with the worlds largest eyes. At first it startled her, but lately she had been seeing more ghosts around. Carefully she lifted a hand and waved at him.
The ghost boy stood there, easy to see through, and staring.
"Hello." Lydia said carefully, head tilting and watchful. "Can I help you? I've read that some ghosts need help in order to pass over."
The boy just stared.
Lydia frowned, resting both hands on the table and crossing her feet under the table, careful not to make any swift moves. "My name is Lydia. What's yours?"
He looked from her and up, up, eyes growing bigger. Anyone who might walk into the room at this moment would see a Goth Girl sitting at a kitchen table, a bowl of peaches in front of her, and a very bloody ghost with a cleaver sticking out of his head, lifting another knife right behind her, looking like his intention was to stab her. A ghost boy looking shocked or scared, and running away suddenly as well.