DevlinRoss
Not afraid of no ghosts
Ivy nervously looked up at the mansion that she had been called to see. She was practically swallowed up by a multicolored scarf that wrapped around her face multiple times and the ends reached her waist. It wasn't that cold, but she wore skintight gloves and long sleeves.
"Oooooh..." She bent over and hugged her knees, her long, brown hair spilling in front of her face. Bad vibes made her sick to her stomach and this place was practically oozing with them. She could practically see it. The blackness oozing off the mansion was dripping off and forming black puddles...that were slowly reaching for her...
She shot up and shuddered. The "vision" was gone. There was no blackness. Nothing was trying to get her...yet she still couldn't get up the courage to get any closer to the mansion.
Some times it really sucked seeing things that others couldn't see.
"Oooooh..." She bent over and hugged her knees, her long, brown hair spilling in front of her face. Bad vibes made her sick to her stomach and this place was practically oozing with them. She could practically see it. The blackness oozing off the mansion was dripping off and forming black puddles...that were slowly reaching for her...
She shot up and shuddered. The "vision" was gone. There was no blackness. Nothing was trying to get her...yet she still couldn't get up the courage to get any closer to the mansion.
Some times it really sucked seeing things that others couldn't see.