#i imagine he likes walking around at night and it scares everyone bc hes spooky and thats where the stories come from

[aka-indulgence]

Jack O'Lantern :D 🎃

It was getting late. Trick or treaters were going to come in about an hour or two. And you're on your porch, carving a last-minute jack o'lantern.

You've never made one on your own before. Why were you outside with a spoon again?

In hindsight, you really should've done it inside. Bring the cursed gourd to the kitchen. Get a proper knife instead of the spoon you're ruining by trying to stab the pumpkin with it. But you just panicked, having forgotten to get a jack o'lantern, and started to work outside. You forgot the knife in your kitchen, and your arms were just about jello at that point. You didn't want to bother.

You look at the fields, probably the same one this pumpkin was picked up from.

You didn't even have to do much left. It was already empty. You just had to make the eyes and nose and mouth... but you were so tired.

In the end you were just slicing into the skin the outline of the lantern of your dreams. You're about to throw in the towel and give up, grab a marker to draw on the face.

But you heard a rustle nearby. And a not-so-subtle shadow fall over you.

"Gah!!" you throw the spoon out of your hand, looking up at the scarecrow that had decided to stand in front of you, staring at you intently with one red eye.

... This was. The scarecrow from the field. Right?

One red eye, the side of his head damaged by a fall or some other, and looking distinctly like a skeleton.

You should be screaming. Running, even. Throw the damn pumpkin at him and hide. But you were frozen in disbelief, staring up at him.

He raised a hand full of straw (or... made of straw?), pointing.

".... do..."

.

Was.

Was he talking?

"do you need... help...?"

"Huh?"

You looked at where he was pointing at. It was the pumpkin.

"i.... can cut.... for you." He says simply.

This was. Beyond an odd situation. It was bizarre, But you found yourself handing the pumpkin to him anyway, not knowing what else to do in this situation. You've heard scary stories about this particular scarecrow but you always chalked it up to scary rumors meant to keep children away from this particular field. Or thieves. You aren't sure.

But here he was, cutting the face out of the pumpkin for you.

"what's it... for...?" he asks. You can't say you're an expert at reading the expressions of a.. skeleton scarecraw, but it looked like he was smiling at you, as he sliced through your marks with his finger (it looked like a white claw was hidden under the straw.)

"Um... it's a jack o'lantern. I'm going to put it on the front door as a decoration. Kids are going to come over and ask for candy..."

Were you explaining to this scarecrow the concept of trick-or-treating? You guess you were.

He hands back the pumpkin, now a "jack o'" minus the "lantern". You should be afraid considering he has claws sharp enough to make quick work of the pumpkin but... his mannerisms were as innocent as a child's.

"can.... can i stay....?"

"Uhh...." You look up at the scarecrow, back to your house, and back at him. You aren't sure what his company's gonna bring, but you aren't sure how you'd reject his request either.... and honestly he doesn't seem as scary as the rumors say he is.

"Ok, as long as you don't scare anyone off my property, ok?"

He smiles.

"ok."

[tachimichishrine]

Please I am begging, I can’t get over just how perfect Tachihara would be with the whole ghost face trend. Please please please

<what. what if I told you I wholeheartedly agree. throws my headcanons and love at you>

"scream for me"

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tachihara michizou x fem! reader {ghostface trend} hcs

warnings: nsfw ; kitchen sex ; knife play ; intended lowercase ; cursing; unedited so unedited i wrote this half asleep thinking abt being pussy drunk on tachi pls forgive me

manz is a SPY. he's done undercover work and wears a disguise 24/7 (his disguise is a goddamn bandaid but he's hot so we let it slide) he adores getting dressed up

I think he'd be really bad at taking it serious though

100% he gets very childish about things like birthdays, holidays, halloween bc he didn't get that kind of experience with his family when he was younger (womp womp :/)

the hunting dogs obviously don't have anything to do with halloween so imagine his surprise when he caught the port mafia hq covered in spider webs and blood.

the blood was likely real

elise was the one who insisted on it, and if she insists, everyone is wearing cat ears and fake vampire fangs.

chuuya was a vampire the dude definitely had practice

he was definitely in the spooky scary spirit when he had his head on your lap, one hand sliding under and up between your thighs like a pillow and watching scream

i KNOW he felt just the teeny tiniest insecurity when you started calling certain scenes really hot but he tried, really hard, to ignore it.

got a little too comfortable and sleepy when you starting running your fingers through his hair and found himself letting out a yelp at the stupidest jumpscares

you teased him for it all night

"do you think I'd survive in one of those horror movies?" you asked later that night, curled up in bed.

"your dumbass would probably trip and kill yourself on a kitchen knife while making breakfast."

"well, fuck you."

"only if you insist" said with his trademark grin.

you got him back by playing into his jumpiness and hiding around every corner, even when you're on missions

you sprung out with a dramatic ghost-like scream (holding back laughter) on one important mission and the man almost shot you

like he pulled the trigger and everything and had to use his ability to keep the bullet from drilling a hole in your stupid skull.

you toned down the pranks after that.

however, it did give him an idea.

he started using his ability to set up the mood for payback by making metal doors creak or scraping chair legs on the ground slowly

a chill physically ran up your spine when you were walking hand in hand and the front door of an empty "for sale" store slammed open, then shut.

maybe he liked it a little how you squeezed his hand when he did that

maybe he liked it a little when you punched him on the shoulder as you realized it was just his antics

but he sure as hell liked it when you roughly smacked his naked ass and shoved his face into the sheets later that night to teach him a lesson

you liked his screams more like that anyways

tachihara was nowhere to be found after you disappeared into the shower trying to wash off all the smeared cum he'd left on your body. you already thought it was strange that he didn't join you even when you offered, but it was even weirder when you came out in nothing but a towel, and the bed was empty.

"michi, I know you're tryin' to be cute or whatever and scare me, but you're not very subtle about it," you giggled, ditching the underwear to just put on some shorts and one of his shirts. your body bounced onto the mattress that was still warm from your bodies, still smelling like sex and gunpowder. the covers were thrown over you and snuggled into and you waited patiently.

it was amusing, at first.

it was annoying after 10 minutes.

you'd gone on your phone, scrolling listlessly to pass the time while you waited for him to finish up whatever stupid prank he was planning so you could get back to sleep, but a whole half hour had passed and it was beginning to feel a little wrong. you weren't worried (he kicked your ass in training too many times for you not to know how strong he was), but sure as hell curious as to what was going on. it was the spooky season, after all, and there was no harm in indulging a little bit; you dialed his number and heard it ring from somewhere in the apartment.

he was really trying to set it up for you, huh? cute. you figured you'd play along.

the phone was vibrating from the kitchen counter, and you picked it cautiously, glancing around you to find out from where your boyfriend was inevitably going to try to jump at you. you heard a chair move, and your eyes darted to look over in that direction out of instinct.

of course a hand clasped around your mouth and another pulled your waist backwards. you bit his gloved hand playfully to get him to let you go and just giggled, shoving your hips back onto him teasingly and trying to flip around to get a look at him.

your entire body got slammed onto the kitchen counter, hair pulled back in one harsh movement

oh fuck.

you didn't think you'd be bent over so fast, his hips already grinding into your ass while the thin, cheap plastic of his mask rubbed against your cheek, his husky voice laying out every lewd thing you both knew you were thinking. from the way his body was leaning onto you, you guessed that he was shirtless and wearing just about the tightest, low-cut pants known to man being held up by a belt (there was definitely a thick belt; you felt the buckle poke into your lower back every time he'd grind too hard)

"michzou..." you didn't have any problems with what he was doing, but loose fingers were touching your body all over and the thin shorts you'd thrown on previously without a second thought were soaking with every word he'd rasp out. "michi, stop playin' around, I-"

it seems your simple ask got you manhandled again, and both gloved hands were now on your thighs, lifting you up to sit you down on the counter so he could rub against you from the front. it was hard to take it seriously and you let out a giggle when you watched him loom over you with the ghostface mask on, trying to be serious. your fingers went to dig into his shoulders as your hips rolled, back arched trying to feel him better.

he sighed, groaning and trying to slip off the mask when he realized it wasn't having the effect he wanted, but you flicked it back on.

"just because I'm laughing doesn't mean I don't think this is fuckin' hot," you reassured him, ironically chuckling again, and this spurred him to grab your hands and pin them above your head on the cabinets above.

"can't believe you liked gettin' fucked by a masked man this much." his voice was deeper than it usually was but god did it get you throbbing. your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to regain control without your hands.

you quipped back with a sly grin. "would be better if you actually fucked me."

shit, you knew just what to say to get him riled up. he let your hands go to pull off your useless shorts which already had splotches of your arousal, and you seized the opportunity to unbuckle his belt, slide your fist into his pants and pull him out.

getting fucked senseless by your masked boyfriend on the kitchen counter at 3 in the morning was not on your schedule for halloween.

"you know," you mused, your pace slowing once the build up had passed but still rocking yourself on him, "usually the victims try to fight back."

"the fuck does that me-"

the cold metal of a knife poked and teased the exposed skin on his neck, and you felt a little irritated you couldn't see his shock through the mask. "c'mon, you've had your fun, baby, it's my turn."

he wanted to play the part, he really did, but before he could try to resist you had him gently sliced into streaks of red, teeth marks coating his body and his tongue gagging on blood-stained fingers from under the mask. your legs were still secured around his hips, fucking into him slowly and deeply, and every guttural groan that echoed out in the hollow apartment was good enough to keep you going while his body tensed up with rigid muscles and heavy breaths.

he couldn't take it anymore once the searing sting of you smearing his blood on his skin mixed in with the pleasure of dragging against your tightly clenched walls, and he murmured a curse before discarding the mask, messily kissing you with groaning lips buried into your neck once he finally got enough air to pant your name.

ah, the dumbass. he really tried to get you to play along but it was hard when you had him under your thumb. maybe next year, he'd try again.

[mortuarybees]

mr. Bees i sprained my ankle and am bedridden until further notice, please rec me ur fav fics under 8k (that adhd attention span is fun)

I’m so sorry to hear about your ankle!! I’d be happy to rec some fics. i’m only tagging authors if they have their urls listed with the fic! if you want me to add your url, just lmk :). also if my mutuals have posted fics feel free to put them in the replies bc yall have Taste:

salinity and other measurements of brackish water by drawlight / @drawlight - 3.5k - if you haven’t read salinity yet, drop absolutely everything and do it right now because it’s phenomenal and atmospheric and it absolutely aches!!! “It's an odd thing, getting on after the End of the World. Crowley takes to sea-watching.”

quiet light and ad astra (explicit) by drawlight @drawlight - the first clocks in at around 2k and the second at 8k. it’s the shortest and most effective slowburn i have ever read. quiet light is unconfessed love; ad astra is a love confession and first time and they’re beautiful

everything just stops by witching - 4.5k - idk how long you’ve been following me but when i first read it i FULLY had a meltdown and took all of you with me. it’s that “i love you deep, angel” shit “I love your silly aziraphale things” shit! they have the tenderest fucking conversation in literary history while crowley is drunk in a bath it’s wonderful

a culmination of miracles by prettydizzeed / @genderqueercrowley - 1.3k - an absolutely beautifully written fic about crowley having chronic pain and informing aziraphale about it six thousand years later

i keep a window for you (it’s always open) by prettydizzeed / @genderqueercrowley - 2.4k - a complete fkcing war crime of a fic of crowley getting emotional about romeo and juliet and continuing to be emotional about it for centuries and then, even worse, quoting r+j in a love confession.

such surpassing brightness by handful_of_silence - 7.7k - one of my favorite fics of all time! aziraphale is the patron of queer people and has been for thousands of years! fuck!

it’s the light (it’s the obstacle that casts it) by handful_of_silence - 5.7k - “The Patron Saint of London's LGBT Community is real, and he lives in Soho.” aziraphale and crowley speak polari. literally so up my alley i melted when i saw it

your hair was long when we first met by aziraphvle / @aziraphvle - 1.4k - crowley asks aziraphale to cut his hair and we are taken on a thousand-word journey about how aziraphale loves his hair and loves him and it’s. a whole lot. bringing samson by regina spektor into it was entirely uncalled for. again i am Weak for aziraphale loving and caring for crowley.

and then i will kneel down (explicit) - 5.4k - f. fleabag omens. it’s the confession scene but it’s aziraphale and crowley. it is More than you could ever possibly imagine

hard feelings/loveless by witching - 2.3k - "Aziraphale said it was like the opposite of the feeling you’re having when you say things like “this feels spooky.” Crowley didn’t know what to make of that, but he expected it was something like the opposite of the feeling you get when the only person who truly knows you makes a cryptic remark suggesting that you can’t understand love. Crowley understood love all too well.”

the saddest part of my day by witching - 3k - "crowley is preparing to leave on a demonic assignment, and he's very nervous about leaving aziraphale in charge in his absence.” they have a very open and honest and loving and very adult conversation about their feelings and tbh? That’s My Kink

summer and his pleasures by witching (explicit) - 7.2k - “absence makes the heart grow fonder, and crowley and aziraphale’s hearts were plenty fond to begin with. a story told through phone calls while they are separated for work-related reasons.”

penance by blissymbolics / @blissymbolics (explicit) - 5.9k - praise kink/crowley finally gets off after six thousand years of trying

like a prayer for which no words exist by lipsstainedbloodred - 8.1k - “In which Crowley and Aziraphale do not dine at the Ritz after that nasty business with Heaven and Hell, and Crowley has an existential crisis instead.”

men have gone to heaven for smaller things than that by mercuryhatter - 713 words - Robbie Ross’ funeral. “Aziraphale finds an age slipping away from him.”

where you stay i will stay by mercuryhatter - 866 words - men at the Hundred Guineas Club went by women’s names. aziraphale chose naomi and paid to keep the name ruth available in case crowley woke up. aaaaa

the hour/the spot/the look/the words by planethunter - 2.5k - “Crowley watches Pride and Prejudice (2005) and it spurs a realisation.” you can imagine what a trial it is to read p+p 2005 being brought into good omens but life is nothing but suffering apparently, i’ve learned that this summer through this fandom

and the punchline to the joke is asking SOMEONE SAVE US by princex_N / @princex-n - 5.8k - “The fact of the matter is that Crowley was the first bitter cripple to limp across the face of this planet. It's been 6000 years and things don't seem to have gotten much better.”

birds of a feather by idiopathicsmile - 3.6k - idiopathicsmile of world ain’t ready fame. if your life can be divided into Before Les Mis and After Les Mis, you understand. “Aziraphale nests. Crowley relearns some crucial facts about angelic courtship rituals.”

covet by mirawonderfulstar / @mirawonderfulstar - 2.4k - “Aziraphale, little good though it did him, wanted desperately. He wanted with an urgency that scared him. He wanted wine, and cocoa, and the occasional tea. He wanted gravlax with dill sauce, and Pappardelle Bolognese, and those awful little iced biscuits they had at Tesco at Christmastime. He wanted dinners at the Ritz and long walks in the park and late nights in the back room of his shop. He wanted Crowley. Fervently, achingly, he wanted Crowley.”

indellible by greased_lightning_rod / @aziraphallist (explicit) - “It turns out glitter is miracle-proof and, also, that it itches. Crowley needs some help preening. He gets a bit more than he bargained for.” Wing kink. yall know i’m weak for aziraphale taking care of crowley sue me

get religion quick (cause you’re looking divine) by brinnanza - 4.2k - “So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing. It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.”

the nuances of “together” by mirawonderfulstar @mirawonderfulstar  2.8k - “Everybody in the whole world can tell Aziraphale and Crowley are a couple. Everyone except, apparently, Crowley.”

listen (he’s already told you five times) by darcylindbergh / @forineffablereasons - 1.8k - “Not everything Crowley says is said out loud. Aziraphale doesn't always hear him at first, but he's learning to stop being surprised.” Love!!! Languages!

sudden and surprising moments of overwhelming affection by darcylindbergh @forineffablereasons - 2.7k - “Aziraphale has not shut up in thirty-four minutes. Crowley’s been counting.” O More I Love Your Silly Aziraphale Things Shit. if you’re a neurotic talkative gay and insecure about it that particular genre of good omens fic is ruinous.

things truly terrible by darcylindbergh / @forineffablereasons - 1.2k - “Crowley has said some truly terrible things over the years, but this was the worst.” tooth-rotting-sweet love song-fueled confession.

tell me all the ways by tinsnip - 1.6k - “Crowley was out in the garden. Aziraphale was in his study, most definitely not looking out the window. Really. Really. One little speck of sentiment: was it so much to ask?” More! Love! Languages!

a name for earth by regencysnuffboxes - 1.1k - “Demons can’t say holy names, and Aziraphael accommodates his new friend accordingly.”

a home at the beginning of the world by stereobone / @stereobone - 5.8k - crowley just kind of. moves in with aziraphale. Meaningful Interior Decorating! Couch Metaphor! yall know what i’m weak for

[legolasgoldy]

3. Do you have a “type?” || 5. Do you believe in ghosts and supernatural things? || 6. Have you ever experienced anything supernatural? || 10. What is the worst trouble you’ve gotten into? || 16. What is the oldest thing you own? || 18. What is the one food you could eat for the rest of your life without getting bored? || 20. What is your dream job?

Very invasive questions to get to know the blogger!        

// Thank you!! @this-is-gizmo​ I never get munday questions XD //

3. Do you have a “type?”

Well,  masculine presenting people, anyone more masculine than me. Dark hair and light colored eyes have always been my favorite type of aesthetic. Ever since i was a kid and saw Eric from the little mermaid and went “ thats my type of dude” X’DD Dark hair and light eyes are just gorgeous. But they have to be really kind, and not make fun of me or things I like.  (So, i had a dream last night that a guy was asking me out and i told him sorry im demi, and he said Eww gross nvm. Basically the exact OPPOSITE of that crap X’D)

5. Do you believe in ghosts and supernatural things?

I do to a certain extent. I dont really know that ghosts are just wandering around everywhere unless theres a good reason for them to stay. Like a traumatic reason or otherwise. I believe in demons too, which scare the bageezes outta me. This is why movies about ghosts/demons/etc really scare me but i do love them. I just cant listen to scary whispers, or like, that scene in the first Conjuring movie where that girl was saying something scary was standing right behind the door and staring at her but it was pitch dark so you couldnt see it, and her sister walked up to the door to look, like hell no, my soul about left my body X’D

6. Have you ever experienced anything supernatural?  

Hm nothing that Im fully sure about, probably spooky coincidences, but a few things that were really creepy. Years ago when i was in elementary school I once had a nightmare that there was a ghost/demon in my bathroom that kept trying to coax people to go in to get them, whispering all kinds of crap. It was so long ago i cant remember all the details but my mom woke me up in the middle of the night telling me my cat had a seizure in front of the bathroom door. My cat was fine luckily but it was extremely creepy bc as soon as i told my mom what i had been dreaming her face went white.

There was a few other times at  my dads house but i cant list them all xD

10. What is the worst trouble you’ve gotten into?

Ah when I was seven years old, my dad and I, his gf and son all went camping at the closest mountain to me one summer. Which apparently his gf’s son who was 8, knew like the back of his hand where as I had a bad sense of direction. For anyone who doesnt know, I wear glasses and didnt wear them until the 3rd grade so i didnt have them at 7. I didnt know my eyes werent like anyone else I just assumed everyone had limited vision. So this kid, asked if he could walk ahead to the pool, because we wanted to go swimming and he knew the way. So I walked behind him ( and he wasnt the brightest child, and really extremely annoying and mean) and halfway there a lady stops her car next to us asking if there was a drink machine near by and he said at the pool which was where we were heading, she offered to give us a ride the rest of the way and i immediately was like STRANGER DANGER NO. but Nick being the dumbbutt he was, legit LEAPED into this womans car leaving me on the side of the road. Now, I couldnt see more than a few feet in front of me, everything was just leaves greens, and brown blurrs for as far as i could imagine. We were on a mountain and he was leaving me, and 7 year old me thought “ oh my god hes leaving me to die in the woods what am i gonna do i cant see anything to get to anywhere”, i didnt know the pool was just around the corner, my eyes  made it so everything looked like forest. So in a panic i hopped in and she THANKFULLY took us the rest of the way to the pool then dropped us off and Nick showed her the drink machine. Needless to say, I got in major trouble and my dad forced us to sit outside and eat our lunch surrounded by mosquitoes and said we couldnt come back inside the camper until we had learned our lesson. Questionable parenting at its finest am i right? XD note the sarcasm

16. What is the oldest thing you own?

Hm, probably anything of my Gran Gran’s. I have a 1970s copy of gone with the wind that she loved and wrote notes in, and several other things she had kept through the years like kitty figurines, Avon decanters, ghost stories she typed on her type writer then made into a book. A lot of really neat stuff. Oh! Aside from her stuff, I have a old western book about horses thats signed inside for the 50s I think. I have a lot of old books.

18. What is the one food you could eat for the rest of your life without getting bored?

Hm, this is tricky. My favorite food is crab legs with butter, sweet crab legs not salty, but i love that on occassion otherwise it wouldnt be special. Plus i cant afford it every day. XD Its a once a year type of thing. Hmm, Im gonna say cheese because you can eat it a ton of different ways and it still count as cheese every day for the rest of my life. Im totally fine with that, and theres tons of different types of cheeses.  

20. What is your dream job?  

Art related. I’d love to be a designer and make art for a living, thats what ive always wanted to do ever since I was little. Hopefully one day I can get my bachelors in art, I already have my associates degree so thats a start. An Art teacher would be fun too, but designer/illustrator comes first.

[thelastlesbean]

okay but imagine this

buzzfeed unsolved au where Neil is hell bent on proving ghosts are real and Andrew is Sceptical™ 

You’d think Neil wouldn’t believe but boy does he do

Like this kid has so many ghost stories from his time on the road like that one time he saw his toothbrush float in the air in the middle of the night before dropping to the floor 

or that time in Germany where they were in this old ass house from like 1400-something and he swears he saw someone walk in and out of his room with the door closed (Mary very quickly moved them after that for other reasons) 

then there’s also that one time in the Millport lockerroom when he saw a kid put on old soccer clothes before noticing him and disappearing into nothingness

Ghosts are real okay and he wants Andrew to stop giving him that Look whenever he tells the foxes one of his ghost stories 

So yeah one time when they’re on a lay over Neil is like oh yeah not too far away from this airport there’s a house that’s haunted - scared the crap out of me back then

Allison is the one who convinces the others to go because she’s curious and had her own encounter her first month at PSU (there was a girl murdered in the girl’s dorm 20 years before and Allison swears she saw the girl standing at the feet of her bed a bunch of times ok) 

Allison isn’t the only one. Even Aaron kind of sort of believes (granted he was drugged up when he saw,,,, something butttt) 

So yeah they rent a car and make the like 30 minute trip to the house

its completely empty but Neil just walks up to it like he owns the place 

Nicky and Matt both jump at every sound, much to the amusement of the others 

Andrew just walks around bored and eventually finds a good spot to smoke 

Alive people already bore him enough he doesn’t really feel the need to find out if ghosts are real 

But then Neil is there and he’s talking about all the encounters he had in this particular house and damnnnn Andrew hates him so much 

(especially the way he crinkles up his nose, laughs at Matt being a Scared Baby and how alive he looks) 

(plus Neil not talking about exy??? always a bonus in Andrew’s book) 

So he kind of just continues walking around with Neil when his cigarette is finished

followed by the other foxes

they make so much noise that even if they could find proof it would be lost in their messiness 

Needless to say that at the end Andrew is Not Convinced™ 

Neil seems to give up and they go back to the airport 

Except...

Two weeks later Neil drags him along to another supposedly haunted house

This time they only bring Nicky and Kevin (who, the history nerd he is, would definitely love to know whether or not ghosts are real and if you can ask them questions abt the time they lived in bc IMagINe that Unique Perspective) 

Even Neil is looking at him odd but he’s not bothered okay (I live for history nerd Kevin so much u dont even know) he’s excited let him live 

This time Neil is Prepared

He has the noise radio frequency thing, flashlight, sensors, etc

he knows that even if Andrew doesn’t believe in ghosts he does believe in science so like lets get some mothereffing proof 

Nicky records the whole thing 

The house is old from like the 1800s and “supposedly” built on a mass grave or some other spooky shit like that 

All throughout the house there are places people have said they’ve encountered ghosts 

Like some dude who killed his wife and then himself

A shrieking lady who lost her child 

An unrelated child searching for her mom 

like There’s some scary shit and even some video evidence floating around that looks relatively convincing so Neil figures if not here nowhere 

They spend the night in the house (its abandoned and probably a health hazard but lets be real if the mob literally threatened to kill you your bar of i should stay away from the thing is high) 

Nicky is annoyingly scared of his own shadow the whole time 

At some point its super quiet while they walk around the house when Kevin lets out a shriek so loud they all jump (even Andrew who sends him a deathglare and no this is totally not getting to him okay thank you very much) 

they put sensors all throughout the house and sleep in supposedly the most haunted spot: the hallway 

There’s all sorts of shit happening but it all could have a totally normal explanation like

there’s a creaking up the stairs that sounds like someone is shuffling around 

to which andrew answers its an old af house 

the sensors constantly blink

but there are also a bunch of rats which are very much alive 

on the radio frequency thing it sounds like someone says drew look behind you in a soft womanly voice

(Nicky is Freaking Out after that but honestly there’s nothing behind Andrew sooooo) 

but really wasn’t it proven that if you want to hear something you’ll most definitely hear it??? 

Anyway while the others have difficulty sleeping Andrew sleeps like a baby for once

the irony of this is not lost on him 

In the morning everyone is still alive and they decide to go 

Andrew waits in the car, smoking a cigarette while the others pack up 

Nicky and Kevin both come running out the house after a few minutes 

Both look like they saw a ghost

Andrew sticks up a finger “I haven’t seen it so I don’t want to hear it”

Instead he waits for his idiot to come out

Who does at a calm pace with the bag of stuff in hand 

After dropping the bag in the back and sitting down next to Andrew he grins 

“Figures you’re not there when something actually happens” 

“Better luck next time” 

He thinks that maybe thats finally it buttt 

A week later Nicky interviews him about his experience

Because “apparently” it made a good video that he’s posting on youtube so he just wanted all perspectives 

Andrew just stares him down blankly until he leaves 

Three days later Nicky pushes his computer almost up his nose

apparently the video has been gaining traction (they sadly and very unsurprisingly did not get whatever happened at the end of the trip on tape) 

People want more and come with all kinds of places for them to go to 

Surprisingly to everyone Andrew actually agrees

(mostly because of how alive it makes Neil) 

It becomes a whole web series called Unsolved Hauntings: Exy Style

Bonus: one time Kevin gets spooked by a sound so bad he automatically throws the exy ball he was holding for stress relief and hits Andrew in the back of his head. Andrews death glare is by far the scariest thing of the whole web series and no one is sure how Kevin survived

Read part two here