𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─── ┈ ៸៸ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀❛ ⠀𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗕𝗬 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧.

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

there are things in that paper that nobody knows but me , or ever will.

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

good morning. say it back now , please. * 😀

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

https://t.co/ycNUuctqLs

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

“ you must see! “ the woman insists , though the words a less of a request and more like the revealing of a secret , delivered with the eagerness of a child showing off some treasured marvel. without preamble , she takes the stranger ➞

@corcineris

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

❛ 𝓢͟TARTER 𝓒͟ALL .ᐟ

like this post for a sentence starter with added context. exclusive to mutuals.

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

https://t.co/2qu31lDIL1

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

no one ever visits the manor. not since. . . well. no two stories ever seemed to match. in the village , the house is spoken in hushes , with whispers of a physician who vanished without a traces. others pity his poor nervous ➞

@H3NRYHI11

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

➞ sections. “ don’t you see them? ”

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

“ you must see! “ the woman insists , though the words a less of a request and more like the revealing of a secret , delivered with the eagerness of a child showing off some treasured marvel. without preamble , she takes the stranger ➞

@corcineris

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

➞ shoulder , wide - eyed and grinning. she squeezes his hand once before dropping it and crossing the threshold. ragged strips of wallpaper hang from the walls , but its pattern remains mostly intact.

“ there, ” she says , lifting a reverent hand to one of the ➞

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀❛ you see them too , don’t you?

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

/. i’ll get to the rest of these in the next few days. still have no idea what i’m doin with this account but i’m having a grand ol time figuring it out ♡ like this is you wanna be apart of that journey

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

❛ 𝓢͟TARTER 𝓒͟ALL .ᐟ

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[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

a stalemate. for a moment , she only stares at the badge , entirely unsure of what to do. that unease crawls through the house with her. little by little , her grip loosens from the door. “ my husband will be home soon, “ she insists.

[🄷🄰🅁🅁🅈 🄰🄽🄶🄴🄻 @H3NRYHI11]

“ from someone who used to live here. . . Five minutes, please. I'm a private investigator, and I just need to find out something. ”

— harry was showing his ID through the slot. so that she would understand for sure that his curiosity was not just words. —

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

but they like it there and er—- no hangers. the closet’s already , hm. . . full! yeah , full.

[‍ ♯ 🦪 ˖ ࣪ ‍ᥲ𝚖𝚙𝚑𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 ﹐ @pearlfoam]

no, no! it's .. 🙂 .. comfy. but how about we hang the clothes instead.ᐣ so we don't step all over them.

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

is there something wrong? why won’t you come in? do you not like it? * 🙁

[‍ ♯ 🦪 ˖ ࣪ ‍ᥲ𝚖𝚙𝚑𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 ﹐ @pearlfoam]

😧

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

oh , this? just some light decorating.

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐌𝐑. 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝑬𝐋𝐁𝐘, @DEVILWAGERS]

⠀⠀

𝑅𝑂𝑀 ֯  ⁎ 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎

⠀⠀

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

you have to tear it free * 😀

[‍ ‍ ❤︎⁠ ‍ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ‍YOUR ‍SPELL ‍. ‍ @obsessloved]

do you ever feel like you’re losing control of your life & everything’s crumbling down around you & you can’t do anything about it & like there’s this terrible , terrible , terrible thing inside of you that needs to escape ? …

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

her stained fingers , curled tight around the door edge fight against the obstacle of his boot , but it’s no use. from the narrow gap , her gaze hardens. “ know 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? “

[🄷🄰🅁🅁🅈 🄰🄽🄶🄴🄻 @H3NRYHI11]

— harry was standing at the manor, and when he saw the open door, he managed to react and put his foot out so that it would not slam shut.—

“ i'm sorry, I don't want to disturb you. My name is Harold. . .

And I need to know something, just a five minutes, please? ”

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

➞ there , door opened only a fraction. “ no visitors , please. ”

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

no one ever visits the manor. not since. . . well. no two stories ever seemed to match. in the village , the house is spoken in hushes , with whispers of a physician who vanished without a traces. others pity his poor nervous ➞

@H3NRYHI11

[𝘑𝘈𝘕𝘌. @CREEPIINGS]

➞ instant , she thinks it might be john , returning from wherever the house had hidden him.

jane dashes for the staircase at once , bare feet striking steps in hurried succession as she descends toward the foyer. by the time the knock arrives , she is already ➞