#haunting highs

[hoodiehydra]

Chapter 1

First official chapter of the “Haunting High” series

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Jolting awake, I scanned the room. It was my bedroom, still dark. Groaning, I reached for my phone, the only light source I had then. My sister was asleep, like usual, and I had no intention of waking her so soon. 

The sudden light from the phone had me shield my eyes for a moment. 3:47 A.M., it read. Ah shit, still too early then. I knew I would never be able to sleep after that disgusting nightmare, the lady’s face still plastered in my mind. I would never get rid of that, that was traumatic. Heh, your brain, traumatising itself, how ironic. Shuddering at the image, I huddled back into the cold blankets, but I quickly pinched, no, SLAPPED, myself to ensure I was awake. Yep, that was definitely reality. Ouch.

I knew it. I would never sleep like this, not after whatever I experienced. I needed another hour of sleep, but my body was riddled with anxiety to even calm down. For once, I didn’t hate myself for that. The next few hours rolled by slowly, each painful minute passing by awfully slower. I was in a dark room, with nothing but my phone. My phone, stupidly, was locked. No access to any app or entertainment, until 6 in the morning. Which was already my wake-up time. 

I waited for my alarm to blare into my ear, as patiently as I could. 

But, how patient could you be when you have to wait for something dreaded? That was going to happen in an hour, or two?

I guess I must have fallen asleep for a little while then, but what difference did it make? When my alarm had finally shrieked into my ear, I was still as groggy as I was earlier. Climbing down the ladder of my bunk bed, I switched on the lights, uncaring if my sister woke up. Yeah, I know I said I didn’t want to wake her, but that was 3 in the morning. It’s 6. 

The lights had immediately flickered on, brightening the room by a lot. It hurt my eyes, but I wasn’t scared anymore, at least, not as much as I was before. 

Everything seemed normal, thankfully. But it was the train part of my plan that had me worried. It was a dream, right? Yeah, a very real dream. You know how it feels when something feels so real you can’t tell if it’s fake? Scratch that. I KNOW it’s fake. And I know it’s not real. 

But my mind is stuck around it, scared as hell.

To be completely honest, I myself can’t tell what is real and what is fictional any more. How do I even say it? It’s not real. At all. But my mind is bugging me, what if it’s a warning?

Fuck you, brain. This is your fault.

Shivering from the cold air around me, I changed from my damp, hot pyjamas, feeling incredibly sweaty from the fear, and got into a tight, stiff set of uniform. It wasn’t much better than the pyjamas, but at least I was in a fresh change of clothes. 

Even with a fresh set of clothes, I didn’t feel fresh at all. If there was an eraser to erase my memory, god damn it, what I wouldn’t do to get that.

A ball of nerves, I finally reached… the train. I had begged mum to fetch me to school herself, but I was definitely of age to go there myself. So she refused, and there was no persuasion or pleading that could convince her.

Ah. The train. 

The cold, shivery feeling was back as I hesitantly stepped on the train. Well, there were no abnormalities, just people stuck on their phones. Less chilling than my dreams. And damn was I glad about that.

I shifted my weight under my feet uncomfortably, where I was at a corner of the train cabin.

Everyone looked alive and well, at least. That’s a relief. The train was quiet, but not deathly silent. Maybe there truly wasn’t anything to worry about, then. 

After a few stops, I finally alighted. It was a relief to see that I had been worried for nothing, the pit in my stomach finally closed. Still though, I was still rather shaken from the nightmare. It’s always the first day that hits the worst. Huh. First day of school and I’m already having a bad day. I have not even passed the school gates yet, let alone see the large building itself. 

Briskly marching over towards the school, I walked in as briefly and as professionally as I could, with a bounce in my step and a fake eager smile stuck onto my face. But no one would really notice I was smiling. There was no glimmer in my eye. Not a wrinkle or crinkle from smiling. And no excitement radiating off me. I was all plastic like. I felt like a Barbie doll, and it was disgusting. I was just a plain canvas with neon paint splattered all over it, then called “art”. Yeah. 

I hated everything about that. I was walking past some students, some were horribly energetic, definitely wasn’t fake, some were exhausted, and some were like me. Faking to fit in, so no one would suspect a thing. I know I sound really depressing, but this was it as a student for me.

Well, the only thing now is to find my class. 

Staring at the 5-storey building, I groaned. My classroom was… on the 5th floor. Typical unfair school system. 

Was I really to be stuck there for a year? Yes. I was, unfortunately. Curse it, I had better hurry up or I would run late, on the first day of school. Not a good first impression, may I say. I was really upset from everything that happened this morning, and I think you would be too. 

This was a new school.

With a new environment.

With new teachers.

With new friends.

None that I knew from my previous schools. I shouldn’t have judged the school so quickly, to be fair, but I wasn’t very impressed with the campus.

Or was it that I just found it annoying to climb four flights of stairs?

No, no it wasn’t that.

Or at least, I don’t think it was. My gut was telling me that there was something wrong, something horribly wrong with the school. 

It made me uneasy to look at the yellowed walls, clearly lacking a renovation. Paint was peeling off the walls, and the concrete was chipped and cracked. 

This was supposed to be the best school in my country, at least. All the best and successful people had come from here, but now, I’m thinking those that survived became successful.

This school seemed like something straight from a horror video game, but I seemed to be the only one to notice how old the school looked. It was either the rest were blatantly ignoring it, or I was the only one that could see how fucked up the school looked.

Either way, I was not at ease. I had every fibre of my being wanting to quit this school and go to the next best one, but I am pretty sure it was too late by now. Transferring of schools only started next year,so it would be 365 complete days before I could finally get rid of this school.

What would my parents think, though? I wanted this school so badly, and now I wanted to quit? And besides, if I was the only one who could see the horrid interior of the school, I would definitely seem like a fool to them. 

Absolutely not, I couldn’t stand this school. It was disgusting to look at. The pristine exterior felt like a lie then.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone looking rather uncomfortable. Everyone looked so happy, was she also having the same worries as me?

I approached the girl, also seemingly anxious like me.

“Hey there, is there something wrong?” I gingerly asked. 

Didn’t want to frighten the poor girl on the first day of school, now did we?

“Oh god, no! Have you seen this place? This is disgusting! This school isn’t that old, it’s only been 23 years, and yet it looks ancient as hell, damn it, I can’t leave for another year.” She replied.

She could see it too? Maybe I wasn’t as alone as I thought. I nodded in response to her words.

“I know what you mean. I see it too. So I wasn’t as crazy as I thought. But then, why does everyone seem so okay with this place? Can they not see it?” I asked.

She shrugged. Okay then, I got to find out for myself. “I’m Rosa,” I quickly introduced myself. “I’m Luna,” she replied. 

“Which class are you in?” I asked. “Uh… the one furthest from the school gate. What was it? 1E4?” She muttered.

“Ah, you’re with me then. Good to know, Luna,” I nodded towards her.

Maybe she could be my new friend in this hellish school, hm?

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taglist: @lightgriffinsect

[jq37]

You gotta hand it to Fig. All of the Bad Kids were given foils this season and they got to decide how much they wanted to engage with that part of the plot. Gorgug only interacted with Mary Ann in passing despite them both being on the Owlbears. Fabian noped out of chatting up Ivy once she crossed a line with Mazey. Riz was so busy that he truly had no time to engage with Kipperlilly even though she's obsessed with him. Kristen interacted a bit with Buddy but spent way more time verbally sparring with Kipperlilly. And Adaine was somewhat interested in Oisin but never overtly acted on it.

But Fig?

She's in Ruben's WALLS. She's in his DREAMS. She's faking her alter emo's death. She's got the Fantasy FBI after her. She's SO SO tiny. No one is doing it like Fig's doing it.

[hamable]

One last thing, I CANT get over how during the reveal, Brennan looks to Murph and goes, “Barbarian healing? What the hell is barbarian healing?”

Murph. Rules lawyer dungeon master Murph. Married to Emily “read-the-book” Axford. How did he miss this. How did we miss it. There is NO barbarian feature that resembles healing. It was right there. It’s been there for years. It was right in front of us.

And he dangles that revelation right in front of Murph bc he KNOWS that one’s gotta hurt.

[wormzilla]

Tonight on a very historically inaccurate post

[cherryfemm]

This the typa shit they be serving in the creepateria

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

i'll be real whenever i gotta cook a steak, whether for myself or for others, that godforsaken letterkenny bit blares in my ears loud as shit

[the-kryomancer]

“…rots in death but cannot die”

And the award goes to Brennan Lee Mulligan for uttering the most horrifying sentence I’ve ever heard in a DND game

[spookberry]

I've decided to give the MH ghosts some Obsessions :)

(Next)

[thejudeduarte]

I CANNOT take cardan seriously after that scene in twk when he was poisoned and picked up the lute and started playing 💀

[tellnate]

Haunt Couture Draculaura 🦇🩸

[hoodiehydra]

OKAY SO CHANGE OF PLANS IM DOING HAUNTING HIGHS MYSELF

[theatricalgeminifangirl]

I will be perpetually haunted by Kristen’s “bye, girlie!”

[kotaki]

"If I don't get a juicy scoop soon, I might just live!"

[haunted-xander]

She's so cringefail girlboss

[iamcleal]

[MONSTER HIGH] Sirena Von Boo ✨️💜

[cledubs]

hey guys guess who’s made a new ghost au. any fantasy high enjoyers in the chat (the tumblr)

anyways basic info for said au (which is a fun little thing that was spawned from conversations me and my bsfs @scalpho and @nenekkasa had)

takes place in the modern world in england ish, no magic except for ghosts. bad kids centric because . yeah it’s a fantasy high au so. historical but also we’re not trying to be perfectly historically accurate, we’re just having some fun. we just love some ghosts

gorgug is a guy who’s going to a local college (around 20 yrs old) and his parents have recently bought the creepy abandoned manor because they decided to do a little fixer-upper project on it

while living in the house, our guy gorgug befriends the ghosts of some people who had died on this property!

fabian aramais seacaster: noble from the mid-late 1600s. died in a duel (technically yes but he’s lying a bit about the specifics) in his home. family constructed the manor. early 20s

kristen applebees: townfolk from the mid 1600s. burnt at the stake under the accusation of witchcraft and betraying the church of helio. early 20s

adaine abernant: died of a sudden unknown illness soon after blatantly refusing her family’s expectations of her in the late 1800s. the abernant family had purchased the manor after the seacasters died out. late teens/early 20s

riz gukgak: shot and killed in a gunfight during a detective mission in the 1950s. manor was involved in the case he was investigating. mid 20s

figueroth “fig” faeth: famous rockstar who got too carried away in the addiction that comes with fame. partied in the now-abandoned manor. mid-late 20s.

and now gorgug has to deal with five ghosts that only he can see while also trying to just live his daily life

(if you’re interested in this au/have questions about it you can check the tag for more information! :3 )