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The house on Willow Ave was just right for any family, having two stories, a full kitchen, a large back yard, and three bedrooms. However the house hasn’t been home to a family for years now, those who decide to move in last only a few months before they leave, The town of Waterchrest was only 15 minutes from Fairview, a larger city, and yet still remains as a “small town” experience. Everyone knows each other. There was only two restaurants, and one “major” grocery store Sebastian had grown up here all his life. Never moved. Never changed. No one talked about him, especially the murders. Mumbling of ghost stories haunted the house. Though adults try to hush it, kids swear they see shadows moving in the house. Lights on and off. But know one knew it was true. That Sebastian still lived in the house. Never leaving. He took joy in scaring away people from his house. Though. He didn’t expect anyone to see him. @QuothTheRaven (edited)

@QuothTheRaven

Small towns were more cursed than haunted houses. When everyone knows everyone, you're sure to always be an outsider. Tegan was a single, young woman, no kids, who by all means should not have reasonably been able to afford a house in this economy. Luckily for her, noone wanted to live in it. Her Nana Rose would yell at her from beyond the grave. Actually, she did yell at her from beyond the grave. She was dead, oh, but her ghost lingered. If there was anyone prepared to take on and investigate WIllow Ave, it was her. Right now, however, she was exhausted. The movers had helped her as much as they would help her, but the unpacking was all on her. She only had so much money for this stunt, and she was not paying for them to unpack a thing. She sighed. Maybe she should ask the ghost, if there is one here. Just because people say a place is haunted doesn't make it so. Gas leaks and faulty wiring had been things she'd seen plenty of times, though, from time to time she'd seen the real thing.

@Minty Micha

Sebastian was pulled from his void. He could “sleep” after all, disappear from the house into a void of his own. Though it was connected to the house, he could feel when someone enter. He woke up where he died. The master bedroom on the second story of the house, staring where his body had fallen. Sebastian scowled staring at the moving men. They were trying to leave as quickly as they could, putting down furniture and boxes. They knew about the houses reputation, and didn’t want to stay longer then they had to. Stalking downstairs, he saw everything changing. Change is the one thing he hated, maybe that’s why he stayed. Or maybe it was his own purgatory. He didn’t know why, or how he died and stayed here. He was angry. He felt nothing towards his situation. He stood just at the steps. Watching the people just move about. Until the last of the movers left. Muttering how they hated this job. His fingers snaked on the banister of the stairs, he had heard about ghosts, souls trapped to one place unable to feel anything. And they were wrong. Sebastian could feel the smooth wood, the subtle carvings he use to do as a child before his parents caught him, his thumb traced over them, lost to his own thoughts before the door opened. A new face arriving. @QuothTheRaven

She felt a gaze on her from above. She had a nice view of the stars from the living room floor. She knew he had to be there for awhile; he appeared to be some years old to hide from her view like that, but she could definitely see Sebastian. When it came to seeing the dead, some were more coherent than others. Some more visible than others. Some had more senses then others. She never forced them out as rule of thumb and tried to be respectful. Tried to. She was human; they were also human. She sat there for awhile, pulling out a cigarette and lighter. She would befriend him, determine how he died, then leave. She never was good at small towns or people, and the dead were easier than the living to talk to. Her eyes fell on his sharply, affixed, as if enchanted. She spoke without speaking; she said ‘I can see you’ without him hearing her voice. She looked at him just long enough to enjoy her cigarette before setting it out on a box. Then, she spoke, “So, heard you don't take too kindly to strangers. What's your name?” @Minty Micha

Sebastian stood silent. He could be seen. Never in all the years he occupied his house this had happened, it was a little unnerving to the ghost. A soft guttural growl came from his throat. A trick he had perfected for himself to intimidate newcomers when they finally realize the extent of his haunting. Tegan to hear scratching in the wood as his thumb dug into it, carving his name. Sebastian Conal. The serial killer who hunted the streets in Fairview. There was a unknown number to his victims, though they believe that there was ten. No one knew why Sebastian killed, he had lived a life that was normal his parents claimed, and the bar he had worked at as a bartender didn’t seem to realize anything about him. It wasn’t until he was found dead that the truth came out. He stared at his name. As though it wasn’t really his, as though he didn’t carve it in himself. He took a “breath”, something he didn’t need, but reflexively did to calm himself. “Why can you see me. How the hell.” His voice was low, it was clear he was pissed off. @QuothTheRaven

She just shrugged. “Dunno why you're askin’ me I just can. Don’t matter how, really, jus a family talent, it seems.” She looked at his name carved into the wall. “Sebastian, huh, well, nice to meet you,” she said all kind and polite. “Tegan, Tegan Jackson. Investigative journalist.” She crossed her arms. “See, I’ve been doin this sorta thing for awhile, investigating old murder mysteries and cold cases to see what’s real and what’s not, freeing the dead, all that. So, you save me the trouble of having to confirm if this place is haunted at all.” She looked at him, upfront and honest, “I intend to figure out what’s goin on in white small town suburbia, and mayhap free you of this place. Or, if you’re intent to stay after I’ve done my job, leave. I’ve heard a few rumors of your tactics, not much, jus’ that noone stays long. Yeah, I’ll stay civil as long as you do.” @Minty Micha

“Tsk sure.” Sebastian didn’t seem to be fully convinced. He knew what this was, someone buy the house, think that they could live h a life or fix what was happening, and leave when it got to much for him. Sebastian stood straight and walked over to Tegan. Found around her like a wolf studying it’s prey. He wanted to know more about her. Know what he was dealing with it. @QuothTheRaven

She looked... Well, like a regular woman. Her hair was wrapped up to protect it, sure, but she didn’t exactly appear like some kinda witch or medium. She wore a wife beater and some jeans. Similarly, she looked neither scared of Jack nor impressed. It was like another Tuesday for her. She'd already done her fair amount of studying, it seemed. She put her hands in her pocket. “So, uh, want to help me unpack, or are you gonna stand and stare? It would be nice for my stuff to float upstairs. It's heavy.” @Minty Micha

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