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zerohallows · 6 months

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Quiet Places || Zero

Synopsis: Not the usual ghost story.

Zero meets someone among the gravestones.

Sometimes what we want, truly, is to be haunted.

CW: ghosts, mentions of death and mourning practices, child ghosts, reference to animal death, insects

He wasn't, contrary to what people who didn't know him very well assumed, automatically drawn to hollow places, to resting spots, little corners hidden away where people went to, hopefully, not be misplaced.

He'd always mindfully sought them out rather than only being pulled along.

And of all of the places that he had learned people built their monuments and wrapped up their loss in flowers and silent moments, graveyards felt very much like the rest. Special, but only equally as much as the other ceremonies, practices and places the living found comfort over the dead.

Different forms of course, he had learned; there had been months where he had spent hours and hours tucked away in libraries, searching through pages about all the sorts of different ways that people mourned.

Not because he felt he needed to cultivate some familiar kinship with death, truth be told he'd felt more frustration with it in those days than anything else, but because he had a friend, once.

Illness had declared that the world, and himself, wouldn't be allowed to keep her very long. And it was unfathomable to leave her trying to make decisions that seemed incredibly cruel at sixteen, because there was no one else who would help make them for her. Immortality was not, he discovered, the right of youth, even though he still sometimes felt it should have been.

So Zero had learned a great deal about mourning before even experiencing his own for the first time, as an overwhelming effort to help her feel just a little bit better about the things after, the things left behind.

Although searching for a way to convince your best friend the ideas that fell to funerals and ceremonies would somehow be the sort of close to a chapter she wasn't finished writing for herself was awfully hard at sixteen yourself.

So he visited places, still, because he couldn't visit the one where Cece rested anymore since she didn't rest anywhere. She had wanted to be free, wanted to be part of everything, and thankfully humans had customs for that as well and he supposed, even if the notion was for his own comfort, her ashes were still out somewhere chasing sunsets in new places life had never granted her time to see.

It's where fairies go, he'd told her once, to everything, in the end. She wanted the same, to meet again, although he's still not sure if he told some lie, even a kind one, in agreeing perhaps they would.

He doesn't know, really, if humans are made of the sort of stuff that allows for it.

But he hoped then, still did.

It wasn't why he had come to the graveyard that evening though, he'd come because the month was special to him and nearly spent, he liked the quiet, he liked the names on stones he would never know them stories of.

Zero liked feeling connected to what was, sometimes more than he wanted to know what lay ahead. He coveted the somber stone crumbling with time and the mossy burst of life that carpeted them in a silent cry of victory.

Zero found a certain lovely awe in that, a bittersweet poetry.

A wordless shout, the most patient cry he liked to think he could hear, without hearing; I rest here but look, just look at how life grows from my very memory.

See how important my place in this world is while from my very self the leaves curl and the grasses grow and I, truly, am eternal.

If he could only ever learn once he wanted to learn enough.

If being everything is where it ends I would like, he'd thought often, to be just myself for now and look at those names as who they once were too.

Zero rarely felt alone, even drifting amid the stones, the bending branches above and the ground below that he could feel in the core of his being alive with the toss and turn of change in endless motion.

But he was surprised not to have been truly alone that evening as he wandered the graveyard, watching the creeping growth of vines and greenery merge with the headstones, and a flicker of motion among them as his fingertips brushed a few headstones in passing.

It was quite small, no more than a dart, a notion, something barely out of the corner of his eye because for all his connection to the way the world fell apart in time Zero couldn't see human ghosts. At least not the ones who didn't want to make themselves seen.

It that hardly mattered, didn't keep him from pausing and trying to decipher what he finally made out to be the faintest outline of a child standing watchful, as he guessed she may have stood for far longer than any restless soul should have.

"Hello," he had called out carefully, satisfied that the hint of a person didn't suddenly flicker away. Perhaps she, he wasn't certain why the sense of it was there when he could not see her but he felt it clearly enough, was lonely, or curious. He didn't always understand how he knew the things he knew.

Which led him to a comfortable spot to sink down to the welcoming earth where he felt the twisting, curling, timeless growth and fade of infinite tiny lives most never knew of; scurrying, tunneling insects and burrowing creatures who lived and then did not, giving birth to the soil that held tight the roots of the giant above them with its branches turned skyward. He always felt it, always welcomed it, a familiar comfort as he studied the evening's dying light for another glimpse.

Zero continued speaking as though she could answer, knowing she could not.

"I can't see you," and his tone was laced with a bit of regret over that, "but I know you're there. And if you don't mind me staying for a while I was going to spend some time here too."

The breeze was all that met his words but he thought, perhaps, he heard a tiny giggle hidden away in it.

And that was how it had gone, every few nights he returned, because he always felt a bit nostalgic in October and the small motions that gradually became echoing little footsteps and playful rolling of his pencils just out of reach while he drew reminded him of something he couldn't quite place but enjoyed immensely.

"You want to see?" He'd asked once, looking up from the sketchbook in his lap as a tiny twinge of cool air graced his arm and just at the very corner of his eye a figure hinted that someone was there.

She might have been peering over his shoulder, but he knew if he turned his gaze to her she'd disappear into that not quite a place where human ghosts lingered.

The edges of the paper fluttered up, he had come to understand was a gesture of her approval over his work. The image of one of the older gravestones and the flowers that had begun to grow up through the cracks and worn places to decorate its surface in a flourish lay scrawled in sketchy lines there; another marker the peaceful place held.

He wished he knew where she had been meant to rest, where she came from, where she was going.

But he didn't know those things. He didn't know who had remembered her, or if any were left to do so.

That was the only troubling part of mortality to Zero; in its fragile cradle it held so much memory.

He had always entertained a very certain opinion on that, a mantra of let me outlive all those I know.

Not because he was afraid of his own end.

Let me outlast them so I'm not the sadness they feel one day.

No goodbye, no matter how long or how short a time it took to arrive, ever felt as if it came exactly on time and always showed up too swiftly.

"My birthday is very soon," he had mentioned as much before during those one-sided conversations, each time he did the grass stirred and he saw the shift and sway of that almost-shadow of a very small person.

"I'm sorry I don't know when yours is, but you can share mine. I have a present to bring you next time I visit."

The rustle and sway of grass caught his attention, a quiet laugh reaching his lips with it and the excitement he could tell marked the flurry of unseen motion around him.

Children were children, after all, no matter what world they were a part of.

It was a few days more before he returned, the chill in the night air pleasant and his footsteps nearly soundless on the stones, knowing she would find him far sooner than he might have her. With the bending of tall grasses and a gentle sound that might have been a sing-song whisper.

Ghosts did not often forget things, he supposed.

The month had dipped late, drawing closer and closer to its end and that lovely, magical time when the restless souls could reach just a little further into the places they had once dwelt. Zero enjoyed it, the graveyards were inviting when he could feel that subtle hint of energy in the air.

He waited for the impatient little brush of cool air past himself, the stir of echo excitement that blurred around him.

What was it like to have a birthday again after having others forgotten? He wondered, he hoped it hadn't been too many. He wished there was a stone she could have led him to among the others, but she never had. She didn't seem to know herself, if he had to guess by the way the wind wove restlessly through the stones each evening.

So he made due with what he could.

"I promised you a present, didn't I?" He uttered, unclasping his bag to reach into it and remove an unassuming object, small enough to tuck into the palm of his hand as he made his way over to the place he often sat in the nestled spot at the base of the weathered old tree that stood guard over soft, lost souls.

Zero could not see human ghosts, but that didn't mean he was fully detached from the spectral side of things. The ghosts he saw were the lingering presence of other creatures, those bound to places by their remains, far too easily forgotten, too often cut short and unwilling to move on simply because they thought it made no difference if they carried on in flesh and blood or wisps of awareness.

He had a resounding sympathy for them, the Geist, the creatures who flew or crawled or roamed wild places and existed as nature did without connection anymore to the physical; the misplaced animal souls. Because he certainly couldn't imagine what had ever led people to believe that just because they lacked human souls meant any other being had no soul at all.

Fairies did not have human souls either, but he'd always assumed that a soul was only the tie one had to how they reached whatever lay next.

It didn't trouble him.

The breeze drifted, somewhere the not-being and the gray between a little girl lost watched him reach just high enough to work the fragment of bone into the trunk, his fingers urging a crack wider, then soothing it over again with a faint scar in heavy bark.

Watched the firefly flicker of what Zero could see for himself as that anchor settled itself.

The same way many others had when he'd come across them in lonely places they had met unfair or ends they didn't understand; he always searched for better places, more welcoming spots. An empty road was no place to spend your time, especially after the end; he knew this was better.

The curl of motion, thin as a breath of air on a foggy day, stretched and uncoiled itself, a tumble of silvery-gray light fashioned back into four legs and what once might have been the softest fur, when it had been something a person might be able to touch to tell. A pouncing roll and a swat at swaying grasses that dipped in play; but he only saw one side of the game, he could only see the kitten as it delighted in having a playmate again.

Nobody liked to be alone or forgotten.

"I'll still come to visit," he reassured before stepping back to sit on an upturned stone large enough to make a fitful perch. "But I can't always be here, and you both need some company."

He would be back many times, he supposed until the day she found one reason or another to move on, or his time ended; whichever happened to come first.

"Oh, there you are," he added softly, a sort of subtle and pleased reverence at being granted it when, for an instant, there in the overcast evening light from a lethargic moon above he saw a shimmer of a form. A small girl adorned with ribbons in her hair, teddy bear in hand and eyes wide upon him before she flickered away, a spectral kitten weaving against her leg with a soundless purr that made its faint light from within pulse brighter.

He might have missed if he had blinked, was glad he hadn't, although even if he had he would have smiled regardless.

Zero turned to retrieve his sketchbook, to rest his shoulders against the towering trunk of an ancient tree, and let the pencil scratch across the paper in make-believe images of a little girl he couldn't see with her new friend playing among the headstones on a particularly crisp October night.

And the wind still whispered as it filled the space but sounded, to him, a little more like laughter.

#zero inspo #para #swynlake task #mentions: cece #cw death #cw ghosts #cw child ghosts #cw: insects #featuring: the little girl #swynlake ghosts #tbh I really need to just have more paras with Zero hanging out with the local ghosts

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memehyena · 2 years

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Send A Word For The Mun To Tell You... (Magic Edition)

Please specify muse for multimuse blogs!

CW: Witchcraft, Death, Ghosts, Curses

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[ Life After Death ] Do they believe in an afterlife?

[ Ritual ] Do they do anything ritualistically?

[ Witchcraft ] Do they believe in magic?

[ Now You’re Mine ] Do they believe in spirits? If so, what kind?

[ Cursed ] If they were cursed, what would it be for? What would the curse be?

[ Sleepover ] Have they ever played spooky slumber party games?

[ Faith Healer ] Do they think can magic fix any/all problems?

[ Morality ] Do they believe magic is solely good/bad/neutral?

[ By My Side ] If they could have a familiar, what would it be? If they have one, tell us about them.

[ I’m A Monster ] Do they believe in monsters?

[ Fix-It ] Is there something they would want to change if they could go back in time?

[ Dollhouse ] Is there someone they would use a voodoo doll on?

[ North, South, East, West ] What kind of magic would they specialize in?

[ Tarot Cards ] Do they believe in psychic powers? What would theirs be?

[ Love Potion Number 9 ] What do they think of love magic?

#roleplay ask meme #rp ask meme #roleplay ask memes #rp ask memes #askbox memes #askbox meme #ask memes #ask meme #character asks #character ask memes #character ask meme #cw witchcraft #cw ghosts #cw death #cw curses

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selfdiagnosedeyemotif · 7 months

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Chapter One (Aestia):

Partitio-type thing with a few time jumps

First part:

23-year-old Aestia Trititaka is inducted as a priestess of the Sacred Flame

Ceremony is carried out by Pontifex Victoria Inaméa and the local Archbishop, Ronaldo Effiva

Present is Sir Eldroy Herres, Lord Commander of the Flamelit Order and captain of the pontifex’s personal guard

Standing beside her is Lylah Ilibria, her closest friend

After the ceremony ends, the two receive their assignments: Lylah to a larger church in the Hearthlands and Aestia to village in the Goldlands without a parish

The two promise to stay in touch in spite of the distance, say their goodbyes, and leave on their way

Cut to Aestia coming to the village of Ambersmouth

Guide and Entreat tutorials through gathering help to build a chapel on a hill overlooking the village

Introduce Mal Cheshire (soon to be bestie) via Guide

Emphasise her as a bit of a weirdo and an outsider

Ends with Letter #1

Second part:

Begins with Letter #2

26-year-old Aestia has become a staple member of the community, several people come to talk to her for help

First battle w/ a strange intruder breaking onto a farm late at night (they ultimately escape and are not identified), aided by Mal

Mal unexpectedly goes missing the morning after the fight

Third part:

Begins with Letter #3

29-year-old Aestia is still grappling with the loss of Mal, has become somewhat more self-destructive as a result

The villagers gather for a memorial on the third anniversary of Mal’s disappearance when a strange sickly green fire sweeps through one of the fields

One of the village children disappears that night, the same fire and disappearance repeats twice more

The morning after the third fire, Mal’s body is found hanging from the bell tower of the chapel, covered in cruel green scarring

Desperate to prevent another disappearance, Aestia gathers the townsfolk into the chapel and stands guard outside of the entrance

Whispers from the field burning just outside of the chapel cause her to barricade the chapel door, leave her post, and venture into…

The First Dungeon: Flame-Forsaken Field

Corn maze but it's on FIRE, BABY

Many paths: those that don’t lead to dead ends or chests all converge at a single point at the centre

Enemies: generic ratkin and foxes that will flee quickly from battle, Embers with high attack/low defence that will not

Reaching the centrepoint of the field will trigger the cutscene leading into…

The First Boss: Tormented Blaze

First turn: summons 2 Embers

Has stronger Fire and weaker Physical attacks

Special ability: Razing Flame (destroys all Embers, augments its Elemental Attack for 3 turns, enters Boost Mode with message “The fire has reached a fever pitch!”)

Boost Mode attack: The Ending (heavy Fire damage to entire party)

At half health: message “Something is pouring out from the Tormented Blaze” is displayed, three Villager Souls join your party (similar to their base sprites but made of green and blue flame), each with one random stat buff, prompts Latent Power, Tormented Blaze gains a permanent Elemental Attack/Physical Defence/Elemental Defence stat buff (you’ve got a full party now so the difficulty is gonna ramp up)

Finale:

Fire dies down as the Tormented Blaze dies

Three Villager Souls each thank you before all losing their fire and collapsing to the ground as corpses with the same markings as Mal

Aestia carries the bodies back to the chapel, removes the barricade, and performs a hasty funeral for the three deceased villagers

Following morning, after the villagers leave the chapel, Aestia closes the doors of the chapel and sets out alone the holy city of Flamecrest, where she will speak to the Pontifex on the matter at hand

Letter #1:

Dearest Lylah,

I hope this letter finds you well, and soon. I know not what your experience in the Hearthlands has been like, but I pray it has been pleasant. How is work in a larger church? You have always been a gifted speaker, and I can imagine that your presence there is most appreciated. Hopefully the head priest or archbishop or whoever you find yourself with has the wisdom to not relegate you too far from the pulpit. It would be a great waste.

On my end, I miss you dearly. Not a day goes by when I do not wish that you could be here with me. However, I do believe that I shall acclimate well to Ambersmouth. The townsfolk are extremely friendly, and everyone chipped in to help with the construction of the chapel. In particular, a local bard named Mal Cheshire was most helpful. He isn’t much for heavy lifting, but his help in directing the townsfolk was most needed. I believe that the two of us shall be good friends yet.

With blessings from the Flame,

Your Aestia

Letter #2:

Dearest Lylah,

I’m as happy as ever to receive your letters, don’t you worry. It isn’t the same as being able to talk face-to-face, but it is a good way of catching up. I see that you’ve begun to learn an instrument! The drums are a fantastic choice, if a slightly underappreciated one. I’m sure you’ll be wonderful on them. I’ve learned a bit of music theory while Mal has taught me the fiddle, and it really does show that a piece is not complete without a talented percussionist. You’ll be a perfect fit, I’m sure.

Things have finally begun to slow down before the autumn harvest on my end. It feels strange, talking to someone in the frigid north of the duties of a farmer, but it must nonetheless be said. We are finally out of the stage of constant work that comes before threshing. Perhaps sometime soon you’ll be able to have some genuine Goldlands wheat bread up north, as well! When you do, know that it comes to you with all my love.

With blessings from the Flame,

Your Aestia

Letter #3:

Dearest Lylah,

Apologies for not writing sooner. The preparations for Mal’s absentee funeral have taken a bit of a toll on me. The bustle and rush of it all is bad enough, but I fear that I am still not yet ready to admit that he is gone. It has been three years, yes, but the town is so much quieter without him, and I truly wish that he could somehow miraculously return. However, I am afraid that you are the only one I can confide this in. I must be strong for the village when the time comes. It shall be a challenge for all of us, not just me.

It is good to hear that matters are going well over on your end. Please give my warmest congratulations to the newlywed couple, and to you for completing your first marriage! It is always wonderful to hear of your accomplishments. As ever, I am astonished at just how busy your life is; work at a large church feels truly otherworldly compared to mine. Apologies for not having more to say, but I believe I have to get back to work soon. I will write whenever next I have the chance.

With blessings from the Flame,

Your Aestia

#iris goes to OC hell #project OCtopath #a gust in the fields #cw death #cw ghosts

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headcanons-cove · 1 year

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Ghostgender stimboard!👻

“Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.”

#mogai safe #xenogender safe #cw ghosts #ghost #xenogender #ghostgender

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moonfurthetemmie · 2 years

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oh also ani

Ani’s not super important, but they DO exist so here they are

They do not have a hero forge thing because i don’t have the energy to dig up a reference of them and all i can remember is dark hair and a green striped shawl thing

This is currently getting a big update and a lot of stuff is going to change, but you can read the old stuff still for now. Just be prepared for an update >:3

They're just your Typical Angry Ghost

threatening blood writing on the wall, making the lights go off and things fly around. Occasionally they will actually kill someone. They keep trying to kill Finch but for some reason he's really resilient to dying. strange

do not speak of them they don't like being talked about unless you're finch and you're complaining about ghosts trying to kill you. Dream doesn't like it either. I haven't figured out if anything's different with them yet but i'm working on it

Dream and Ink actually are both aware that Ani's here. Ink takes selfies in front of the blood writing and is usually the first one to find the bodies of ani's victims. Dream's not sure if Ink knows or if she's just being Ink. Ink has no idea Dream knows. Finch just wants to be left alone

yes, ani is the reason for finch's anxiety

they don't have an official nickname because I don't think they'll need one but I do have 'Danny Phantom' written down for them so do with that what you will

Maybe eventually they'll be important but not yet.

the only real visible difference between them and normal Ani is that Dani Phantom constantly scowls

#cw blood #cw ghosts #cw murder #Dreamswap #DS Ani #Horror!DS #H!DS dani phantom

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cartoonscientist · 2 years

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#cw ghosts #cw sexism

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blastburned · 4 months

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@greenxprof

He turns back to the crackling hearth, thinking for a little too long on what to say or to tell. He could go with a childhood story, or a silly one about a ghost dog.

[There's a radio tower on Mt. Silver. Mt Silver Radio. Found it when I was fourteen. Saved me from more frostbite. Lost my pinkie. Some of it-]

He turned his left hand. There's a sizable chunk missing from the first joint.

[I heard it's broadcast on the way up, at the center near the base. Still remember it. Talking about kids missing. Wartime broadcast. Kids were getting kidnapped or running away.]

The frostbitten finger gripped things crookedly. His signs have an accent because of it, but he slowly enunciates it out.

[Got up the tower to the station room. Nobody there. Radio still running the same interview over and over. Kids leaving. Missing. Walked to the cassette and it just stopped playing. Kept clicking.]

He could still hear it, too, in his memories. He heard it afterwards for years.

[Took the tape out and all the ribbon was tangled. Wasn't even playing. Checked it. Was blank. Took the tape with me, threw it out. Was.... Mad.]

His brow furrows.

[Slept in there. Cold. Had a dream people were looking in from the windows. Pressing hands on glass. Watching. Found handprints when I woke up on the outside. Heard the same broadcast for years. It followed me.]

He's serious.

[So did the people on the glass...]

#greenxprof #vbholidayfestival2023 #cw ghosts

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earl-grey-love · 2 years

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📔📻📺👻

😍 Hi Louise! Thank you for asking ✨ I hope you're doing great rn!

📔 Do you keep a traditional diary

I don't, and I never have successfully despite trying. I have spaces where I ramble about my thoughts tho so I think that might be my version of a diary lol.

📻 Fave song currently

I'm obsessed w all the songs from Top Gun. But my current comfort song is Sedona by sir chloe. The best line imo is "Nothing even matters just as long as you're mine." It slaps.

📺 Fave anime

I've too many to pick a favourite, but the one that really stuck with me was Recovery of an MMO junkie. The whole plot + friendships + romance was genuinely healing to watch. It's beautiful and I recommend it ✌️

👻 Do you believe in ghosts

On one hand, no. I don't think there is any concrete evidence they're real. Most ghostly phenomena can be explained by other means, and the "proof" people present is often really fake (ghost hunting docus for example).

However, I don't know for sure they aren't real. Id like to believe in nice ghosts, that theres life after death in some form. And I've had experiences with feeling presences/being watched when there was none. My old house felt haunted lol. Haven't felt anything since tho. So who knows, maybe they are and maybe they aren't. I think they're cool tho.

My husband has a huge phobia of ghosts so any "ghost experiences" we have, I have to deal with. Thankfully only on video games haha

#this was fun :D #thank you for sending the ask 💕#levi answers #fangirl-ramblings #tw phasmophobia #tw ghosts #cw ghosts #cw phasmophobia

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trashland-llamas · 2 years

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Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist

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Based off/Inspired by Lux's I Stayed In The World's Quietest Room Until I Went Crazy video

Fem reader

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Been staring at you for days

Lux had recently beaten his old world record for the longest time spent in the quietest room. He still saw little afterimages of the hallucinations he had, specifically the woman in white. She'd wasn't exactly a hallucination but rather a ghost that followed Lux around, intrigued by him and how the world had evolved since dying. Never having known of phones or electricity. Lux, unable to hear her surprised shout at the airhorn, 'But they're not going for a hunt.'

But you never seem to look my way.

Perplexed by the foam walls and darkness Lux plunged himself into. Y/n always wondered why people chose darkness when they had the ability to have light whenever they wanted. Lux had been in the room for a little over an hour, 'There's no way that's been an hour. Time moves differently here y'know?' It does? Y/n adding to the list of places where time didn't follow its regularity. So far on the list; airplanes, waiting rooms, trains amongst others. Y/n didn't even know what a train was until she saw Lux board one.

My "I love you"s in your alphabet soup seem to go to waste.

'I am starting to see stuff around the room. Like there's just a person standing there, like in that corner.' Y/n being ecstatic that Lux could see her for once. At the same time sadden, as Lux simply thought it was his brain playing tricks on him. 'Cause it's not real.'

Lux being prompted to walk in a straight line by the medic outside the room. Even though she knew that he wouldn't be able to feel her hand, y/n still wanted to help. 'He's so disorientated.'

That's an understatement, y/n thought to herself.

Been keeping myself at bay.

'You alright Lux?' Freezy asked him, seeing how he'd glance towards the corners of a room every once in a while. But when Freezy would direct his gaze in the same direction, he didn't see anything. 'Yea, just keep seeing things.'

'What, like dead people?' Harry now walking into the kitchen, grabbing a cup of tea. 'No...I don't know.'

'Why not try an ouija board? Could make a video out of it.' Freezy suggested, not being serious. 'That's probably the stupidest idea I've heard.' Harry said before leaving the room. 'Yea, but it's not the worst.' Lux remarked to himself before quickly grabbing his key. Now on his way to buy an ouija board.

Now everything's pear-shaped.

'Okay, here goes nothing. Lady in white, what is your name?' the camera sat on his desk, filming. Lux didn't know if the footage would come out clear enough. Thinking even if the ghosty woman appeared, he'd end up with a good bit of waffling. Hopefully entertaining for the masses who followed his channel.

He sat on the floor of his bedroom, sitting crossed legged with the board in front of him. Not able to see her, he instead felt her presence. With a small smile, she kneeled forward, pushing planchette around the alphabet. 'Y-y/n? Your name's y/n...that's a lovely name.'

'How long have you been here?' Not really knowing how to specific his question. I guess he's asking if I've been here since before the last video. 'Since I've moved in! No offense but what do you do with the time?' Y/n wished for a better way of communicating with Lux. 'Watch? What do you watch?'

I guess boys with beating hearts beat a boy buried in the backyard.

#sidemen troops #cw ghosts #callux #callum mcginley x reader #fem reader #x female reader #x reader #rory webley #friendly neighborhood poltergeist #quiet room #Youtube

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