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❝  we all go a little mad sometimes.  ❞

    “Please don’t take offence to this,” Ivy says, slowly starting to inch away. “But I seriously think you and me have different definitions of mad in mind.” Ivy wouldn’t admit that the girl was freaking her out. She’d simply shuffle back as an awkward smile would twitch at the corners of her lips. 

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“ I’m just getting a glass of water, chill. ”  Violet rolled her eyes, lifting up the half-full glass of water in her right hand as evidence. “ It’s not just your house you know. We all live here too whether we want to or not and weird shit’s gonna keep happening no matter what I tell the others, so get used to it. We were here first. ”

As annoyed as Violet was by Ivy’s snippy request, she couldn’t ignore the swell of pity forming in her chest. The spirits had exhausted her too, back when she was alive. She sighed, setting the glass on the counter.  “ Listen. If anyone bothers you, just close your eyes and tell them to go away. They’ll listen. They don’t have a choice. ”

“Au contraire, mon ami,” she replies in a ridiculously butchered French accent. She holds her finger up, wagging it dismissively. “For people with the ‘blessed’ sixth sense, there is no easy way out. I can always hear the far-off voices, see their shadows on the walls--even if I do tell ‘em to go away...” She trails off as her gaze hardens. Ivy releases a soft, but frustrated sigh. She pulls open the pantry door and finds herself a box of Oreo cereal. She dives her paws into the cardboard, shoveling handfuls of the sugary loops into her mouth. “...Let’s just get down to the nitty-gritty,” she says in between munching. “Haven’t met all the ghosts yet, so how many of you guys are in here?” She pauses with a cheek full of cereal before offering Violet the box with a slight shake. 

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               Jax stared at the stranger in front of him. God. What he would                give to go on vacation somewhere and not spend his free                time trying to crack a KID who obviously was guilty of                murder. Jax was a human lie detector only because of the fact                that he was inhuman, aside from that, he wasn’t very unique                otherwise. “ – Why jus’ waste yer breath on a lie an’ tell                me th’ truth? I’d rather be on my bike riding to th’ coast                of California than spending any other moment cracking you.”                He wasn’t known for his manners. “Tell me th’ truth an’                maybe I can get ya’ a deal. Lie t'me again, deal is awf. Deal?”

     There’s a long pause as Ivy holds his gaze in hers. Her brow gently knits together as her fingers curl inwards, to her palms. “I’m not lying.” Her voice cracks. “We didn’t kill them. Look for prints--anything!” He wouldn’t believe that the spirits of the house had killed the untimely visitors. How could he? It was a preposterous notion, especially coming from a girl who smelled of weed and stale peach schnapps. “We did not commit this crime,” she tells him, enunciating each word with a precise tap of her fingernail against the tabletop. 

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this time of night the only people who come in are drunks, just after bar close, looking for a cup of coffee or a bag of chips. she can’t help but notice the girl, a trashy little blonde thing that very well may have been hitting the bars, but looked a little too young. she seems on edge, like maybe she’s coming down. hedy would have to be stupid to not notice her stealing shit! and despite what some think, she’s not fucking stupid. she raises her voice a little, leaning out from behind the counter. ❛ gonna pay for those? ❜

Ivy squeezes her eyes shut and mouths the word ‘s h i t’ before turning around. “No,” she squeaks with a clenched smile. She slowly shuffles to the counter, hand resting atop the bag’s clasp. Č̴̯h̶̪̭̅a̴͍̚n̸̩̊g̴̤͌e̷̮̍̾ ̴͉̓̉ẗ̴͚́̇h̵͕͆͠e̸͙̮͊ ̴͆͜͠s̶͙͓͑͆u̸̘͔̇b̴̖̅j̴̫̕e̸̮̐̌c̶̹̘̊̀t̷̢͒,  the ghost tells her coolly. 

“--Hey!” She snaps her fingers. “Didn’t you go to my high school? I think you were a couple grades ahead of me!” 

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥���𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. ❜

❛ You are going to break your promise. ❜

❛ I understand. ❜

❛ And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ❜

❛ Oh, I will be cruel to you. ❜

❛ It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. ❜

❛ But you understand, don’t you? ❜

❛ I am a demanding creature. ❜

❛ I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. ❜

❛ For you alone I will be weak. ❜

❛ I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. ❜

❛ In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. ❜

❛ I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. ❜

❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜

❛ Because my magic is as strong as an arm. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ You will always run away with her. ❜

❛ You will always lose her. ❜

❛ You will always be a fool. ❜

❛ War is not for winning. ❜

❛ But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. ❜

❛ You look like a winter night. ❜

❛ But if you must be clever, then be clever. ❜

❛ Be brave. ❜

❛ Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜

❛ She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. ❜

❛ How I adore you. ❜

❛ Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. ❜

❛ Oh, quit that. ❜

❛ In his own country, death can be kind. ❜

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

❛ Someone ought to write a novel about me. ❜

❛ I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. ❜

❛ What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? ❜

❛ After love, no one is what they were before. ❜

❛ In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you. ❜

❛ No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back. ❜

❛ How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it. ❜

❛ I have survived, but I have not been spared. ❜

❛ After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance. ❜

❛ I’ve a devil of a habit for being right. ❜

❛ Everyone is a criminal! ❜

❛ Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught. ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. ❜

❛ We are better at this than you are. ❜

❛ We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. ❜

❛ It’s not so bad, my darling. ❜

❛ I look at you and it is like my throat being cut. ❜

❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜

❛ Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? ❜

❛ I still want to kiss you. ❜

❛ I hate it here. ❜

❛ He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. ❜

❛ Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜

❛ I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. ❜

❛ My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. ❜

❛ Nothing ever truly dies. ❜

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starter call ♥

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horror movie sentence starters 🎃👻🔪

in honor of the upcoming spooky season, here are some sentence starters from various horror movies. feel free to adjust pronouns or tweak sentences to suit your muse. potentially triggering material ahead! these range from lighthearted to super dark.

❝  that cold ain’t the weather. that’s death approaching.  ❞ ❝  get away from her, you bitch.  ❞ ❝  i’ve got news for you pal, you ain’t leadin’ but two things right now: jack and shit.  ❞ ❝  they’re all gonna laugh at you.   ❞ ❝  these are godless times, [ name ].  ❞ ❝  when there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.  ❞ ❝  boy, the next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant fuckin’ mark twain shit. ‘cause it’s definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone.  ❞ ❝  we just cut up our girlfriend with a chainsaw. does that sound ‘fine?’  ❞ ❝  what an excellent day for an exorcism.  ❞ ❝  i’m the guy that’s gonna save your ass.  ❞ ❝  be afraid. be very afraid.  ❞ ❝  we came, we saw, we kicked its ass.  ❞ ❝  i get this ache… and i, i thought it was for sex. but it’s to tear everything to fucking pieces.  ❞ ❝  it’s halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.  ❞ ❝  you know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? this is it.  ❞ ❝  they’re coming to get you, [ name ]!  ❞ ❝  whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.  ❞ ❝  we all go a little mad sometimes.  ❞ ❝  i’m not gonna hurt ya. i’m just gonna bash your brains in.  ❞ ❝  i see dead people.  ❞ ❝  if i weren’t about to shit my pants right now, i’d be fuckin’ fascinated.  ❞ ❝  this is not a dream! this is really happening!  ❞ ❝  i’m scared to close my eyes, i’m scared to open them.  ❞ ❝  we’re gonna die out here.  ❞ ❝  vanity, definitely my favorite sin.  ❞ ❝  there is something horrible happening in my house.  ❞ ❝  come on, [ name ]. you’re not a psychiatrist, and we’re not here to talk about my father.  ❞ ❝  this is as close to hell as i ever wanna get.  ❞

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Panic Attack Starters:

“Calm down, I’m here now.” “Stop panicking, you’re only making it worse!” “I can’t breathe-“ “Are you having a panic attack? Wait- let me help, just breathe.” “Oh darling, no one cares about your pity act. Gasp for air all you like.” “It’s just a panic attack, I’m fine, I’m used to it just- give me a moment.” “Give me space I can’t fucking breathe!” “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-“ “Why are you shaking so much?” “You look pale… sit down.” “Are you all right?” “D-don’t come in- I’m fine-“ “Look at me, okay? Everything is fine, just breathe, in and out. In and out.” “I think I’m going to throw up.” “Stop crying, I’m so sick of you pretending to be scared.” “Did something happen? Are you okay?” “I didn’t know you suffered panic attacks.” “I thought you stopped having these…” “Have you taken your medication?” “Okay, sit up, watch me, and breathe. We’ll do this together.” “Don’t panic like that! You’re going to give me a panic attack too!”

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@boomstck ; starter call.

“ H e y.” The word is thrown out breathlessly from chapped lips. Ivy grinds to a halt, her muddied sneakers squeaking against the store’s freshly polished floor. “Do you know what aisle the salt’s in?” She pauses, musing. “...Oh, and you got any religious shit? Like crosses or--I’unno, like, those little candles of the Virgin Mary?”

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@murdrhaus ; starter call. 

           “Okay... You and everyone else can cut the shit.” Ivy had cornered Violet in the kitchen. Dark bags hung under her eyes and a fatigued scowl pulled at the corners of her lips. “My family doesn’t plan on moving out anytime soon, so this whole Paranormal Activity knock off shit has got to stop. It is three in the morning. Please,” she desperately croaks. “You seem to be the only sane person around here...Can you please just throw me a fuckin’ bone here??”

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@caffeineaddicttandblood ; starter call. 

     “I’m telling you, my brother and I didn’t kill those Jehova witnesses!” She swallows thickly and  presses her palms to the table. “When they came to the door, it had already been open. They must’’ve just walked in, but...” She trails off, vision getting lost in the dull, silver reflection of the metal tabletop. He would never believe what had gone on in that house. “We didn’t kill them alright?” Her tone is firm now. Confident. 

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@goreadored ; starter call . 

     “Do it,” the voice coaxes from behind. “She doesn’t care.” Ivy stood in the snack aisle of the gas station, staring down the paper box full of Twinkies. She attempted to ignore the ghost behind her, humming a tune to drone out its voice. Unfortunately, the icy breath creeping down her neck made its temptations hard to ignore. “Fucking do it.” Ivy bites her lip and takes one swift glance to the idle gas station clerk. “Christ,” she mutters more to herself than the ghost egging her on. Her arm snapped out, snatching a few individually wrapped Twinkies to stuff into her satchel. 

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@blow-up-the-school ; starter call.

♫   Olive green was the color of her pretty eyes Soft and warm was the feeling in-between her thighs 69 is the number that we use in bed I forget how many times that you've fucked with my head  ♫

The punk music blares and crackles through the cracked earbuds of her Walkman. Suddenly, static fills the tape and with an agitated huff, Ivy slams the heel of her hand against the device. It starts playing correctly again. 

She’s hiding out behind stage of the auditorium, finding solace in her music and freshly rolled joint. She feels a weight on the floorboard behind her. A step. Maybe two. 

“I’m not gonna share, if that’s what you’re wondering,” she tells the individual behind her. She doesn’t even bother turning over her shoulder to address him.