Kansas was a small place, almost everyone knew everyone. Ivelle Diaz found herself befriending everyone willing to talk to her, it just so happened that her and the three boys clicked almost immediately.
After moving away to college, Elle didn't thi...
maybe I'll always love you, one way or another, just not how you want me to. not even how I want to love you.
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It was supposed to be an average day, or at least average in terms of something that was constantly thriving with both the living and the dead. Averie was assigned to the two tours scheduled for the day, which was nothing compared to a busy day. It wasn't unusual for people to rent out the building for private tours and investigations of their own, it had happened more in recent months. Influencers coming to see the horrors of The Hill House for themselves, wanting to prove to someone that what they were experiencing was real. See Averie never had any doubts about the world beyond that of the living, his sister Ivelle had always been connected with the other side, making growing up a believer basically a part of who he was.
The first tour started at 11:30, the group consisting of regulars, older women who were desperate for confirmation on something after death. Averie took slight pity on the houses regulars, making sure to amp up his enthusiasm as he toured them around each room. Making sure to tell stories in a way that would draw them in rather than push them out. He wrapped up the general tour at around 12:30, leaving himself 30 minutes to answer questions and smooth out any queries that the group had. Since the majority of the group were regulars, the questions were easy enough for him to answer on his own. Keeping a bright smile on his face as he finished up and bid the group farewell, he sighed as the door closed and the house fell into silence.
The silence was slightly unnerving, it was uncomfortable and unnatural for a house usually active. The silence alone caused the hairs on Averie's arms to stand, even the buzz in the air was different. Something was itching the back of Averie's brain as he tried to make up an excuse as to why the energy could be so off, he came up empty handed. It was like an itch under the skin that couldn't be relieved no matter how hard you scratched. He'd have to check with Ivelle when she arrived, but that wouldn't be for another couple of hours..
