Fantasy Ghost / horror roleplay w/ Zariah Turner

[j.e.s.t.e.r]

It was the middle of the night, but there Cam was, walking to the stairs. They weren't crazy, at least they didn't think they were, just.. curious. The house was old, right? So that meant there was bound to be some sort of noises. But not a loud thunk like they had heard, and not at two am when nobody was awake. Cam prepared themself before tiptoeing down the stairs, flinching slightly whenever a board creaked. It was the worst time for it to, especially with Lucas asleep near the stairway. They slowly made their way down the rest of the stairs and into the kitchen before freezing.

No. This couldn't be happening. they had to be dreaming. They wanted to wake up and go downstairs, the sunlight filtering through the windows, and see their mother there, alive. But this wasn't a dream. This was reality, and there she was, dead, laying on the kitchen tile. A small puddle of blood was quickly getting bigger, but there didn't seem to be any knife wounds. Crumbling to the floor, Cam let out a small scream.

When Lucas came downstairs, Cam looked up at him surprised. "Hey.." They whispered weakly, watching his every move before getting up, realizing how pathetic they had looked. "Uhm.." They began, seeing his eyes trail to the dead body laying on the floor. "Is that.. mom?" Lucas asked, looking back to them. Cam nodded slowly and walked toward him. "yes.. I'm so sorry.." They whispered, kneeling down and hugging his small body. "What will we do?" He asked, hugging them back. "I don't know, but don't worry about it.." They responded, sitting down and letting him crawl into their lap. "We'll find a way.."

( Zariah Turner )

 

[Zariah Turner]

Morana sighed as she looked at her phone screen, her face illuminated by the harsh blue glow. 2:00 AM, the time read. It was too early for her to be up - at least, by her parent's standards. She felt awake and rested, so what was stopping her from heading out now? Hopping out of bed, Morana walked over to her closet, where she grabbed a sweatshirt to pull on over her pajamas. Her pajamas themselves were fairly practical, simply soft flannel pants and a loose, lightweight T-shirt. Still, it was the middle of the night, and Morana would be cold without something else on.

After pulling on her sweatshirt, Morana tucked her phone into one of its pockets, then slipped into her shoes. They were sandals, and were pretty quiet. Smiling to herself, she eased open her window. Her room was on the first floor of her house, so climbing out was never a problem. She'd gone out so many times, she was practically an expert. Morana's feet hit the ground with a soft thud, and then she was off, exiting her yard and walking off down the street. She enjoyed these early morning (well, nighttime) walks of hers, when everything was quiet and she could simply think. Sometimes, Morana didn't think. She just walked.

Today was one of those days.

Morana chose a direction and walked, not paying attention to where she was going. All the houses on the streets were quiet, dark. Nobody was up at this hour - and who would be? For everybody else, it was rather early. She was walking down a street several blocks away from her house, when a harsh, cold breeze blew past, causing her to shiver. It didn't come again, but despite that, Morana still felt cold. Uneasy. What was that? She wondered, pausing her walk and looking around. Morana trusted her instincts - and they were telling her something felt off. Frowning, she scanned the nearby houses, looking for anything suspicious or out of the ordinary.

 

[j.e.s.t.e.r]

Cam let Lucas crawl into their lap before leaning their head against the hallway wall and drifting off into a half-sleep, only to be woken up from their pathetic excuse for a nap when Logan shifted. “you okay?” they whispered, trying to regain strength. they slowly opened their eyes and lucas nodded. “go back to sleep, I’ll see if aunt Bethany can help us.” Lucas froze in place. “it’s that bad?” he asked, and they nodded. “it’s the only way..” Cam didn’t want to ask their christian aunt for assistance, but didn’t know what else to do. “go to sleep.” they repeated, slowly getting up and carrying lucas’s already half asleep body into his room and onto his bed.

Walking out, Cam sighed. Surely there had to be another way. After some thought, they shook their head. Not coming out to her yet would prove to be benefitial in the end, they hoped. They slowly closed his door and walked back downstairs and out the front door, avoiding their mom’s dead body as much as possible. They sat on the porch, suddenly cold as they wrapped their arms around themself and looked out to the quiet neighborhood.