𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟
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❘ ❙ ❚ . .in which a spirit
doomed to roanoke
feeds off of the fear of
others
or
all who attempt to heal
her heart s...
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❝ 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝. ❞
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𝑹𝑯𝑰𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒄
❛ and wouldn't you love to love her ❜
𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟺
𝐼𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝐿𝐴𝑇𝐸 𝐴𝑁𝐷 Shelby and Solange had a long day. Shelby had worked out a lot more than she ever had before while Solange seemed to be tired after every day. It took dedication to fix this house for generations.
Shelby had assumed that Solange was already downstairs and getting ready for bed since it was quite late and Solange likes to turn in quite early. To the Miller's, she is anything but a night owl.
Shelby was pouring herself some wine since she wanted to go outside and relax in the hot tub. She had yet to get changed, prepare anything but her drink and it seemed that fate wanted to delay her calmness further. There was a large bang, which made Shelby jump, but upon turning around, she saw that it was only the panelling at the side of the window being pushed by the wind.
Shelby had been on edge ever since teeth had rained down from the sky. It did her no good that everyone around her didn't believe a word she said, or seemingly so. Solange knew what happened, she was the one playing Mother Nature.
It might have been her nerves, her paranoia, but Shelby heard creaking from the floorboards in the distance as if someone was walking through her home. Shelby's overly cautious mind forced her to slowly leave the kitchen and peak into the dark hall. There were no lights on, only the moonlight from a window, but that was enough to illuminate the silhouette of a woman with deer antlers on her head walking right by.
Shelby stopped dead in her tracks, that strange apparition would make anyone stop, but ever since the hailing teeth incident, she figured she must have been seeing things. Shelby slowly made her way into the living room where she saw the woman walk. She turned on the lights and was met with nothing but her own home. Shelby let out a breath of relief, thankful it was her own mind playing tricks on her.
However, as soon as Shelby turned off the light and headed upstairs to get changed, the woman with deer antlers -- the Lampad -- crawled down from the ceiling just above the archway into the living room and landed on the ground, her footsteps as silent as a feather falling.
