Post by pierce on Oct 31, 2016 3:56:12 GMT
The Powell House, in its solitude of dust, was known for it's history of undocumented hauntings. Just stories passed on through the families of Salem, memories from their own childhood of grown ups telling them to stay away from the property because the Powell family still resided there. But sadly, it was all the workings of Calvin Powell. He preferred that his mother and sister not be troubled over the chore of keeping the curious and malicious away, though the help would have been nice. Though Calvin kept his distance from the home, he was always a trespassing away from being pulled there. It happened at the worst of times, most of the time. He'd learned to expect it during the turn of the autumn winds, when the moon hung bright by the light of the subdued sun.
Halloween. Calvin quickly despised the holiday. Halloween meant always scaring people away, meeting their expectations and feeding from their fear to go beyond that. He preferred his observations, he preferred following Billie-Jean around, being on the campus where so many people exchanged their energies. But he had no choice. When any living soul stepped foot through the front door – he was there, yanked from his pleasant afterlife pastimes.
At the present moment he was spending time with Billie, honing his energy to communicate with her. He'd been doing a lot better, even more so with the waxing moon. On full moons he could substantiate for her, illuminated as if by dim candlelight. He didn't have that power right now, though he could still speak to her through writing and typing also. He'd been writing out an explanation of his servitude to his childhood home, telling Billie how inconvenient and frustrating it was to him. His wording was that of a seasoned writer - because after his death he had plenty of time to build his vocabulary. Calvin could see that she didn't mind reading anything he wrote, so that only encouraged him to keep his communication skills strong. He was deep in his writing. He had to be to get the pen to do his bidding on a night like this.
Against her own will, Clare moved through the neighborhoods and toward the ill-famed Powell place. It was so not her idea to come here, and she could just strangle Alvie for making them meet there! She rode her old girly bike over to the house, checking her phone to make sure she was following the GPS directions. This was the most reluctant bike ride she'd even taken - just because Alvie wanted to be a thrill-seeker and make a music video in a haunted house! She burned off a lot of her frustration during the ride over, but she still had some left over to at least give him a piece of her mind!
The moment she got there, she shook her head at the creepiness of the home and called Alvin up. “I really don't like this idea and it's weird to even look at this place!" she said the second he answered - "So I vote that we just make our music video in the front of the graveyard gate, like I suggested yesterday,” Clare said in persuasion, clinging to her backpack secured over her chest. She just liked her backpack that way, okay? It made it easier to get to her synth! "I totally think that's spooky enough! Are you almost here? I'm leaving if either of you don't show up in the next five minutes! This is so crazy!" Clare vented in to the receiver - hanging up before she heard a reaction to her threat. She would just leave if they didn't come soon, no way was she going to hang around this place for any longer!
Halloween. Calvin quickly despised the holiday. Halloween meant always scaring people away, meeting their expectations and feeding from their fear to go beyond that. He preferred his observations, he preferred following Billie-Jean around, being on the campus where so many people exchanged their energies. But he had no choice. When any living soul stepped foot through the front door – he was there, yanked from his pleasant afterlife pastimes.
At the present moment he was spending time with Billie, honing his energy to communicate with her. He'd been doing a lot better, even more so with the waxing moon. On full moons he could substantiate for her, illuminated as if by dim candlelight. He didn't have that power right now, though he could still speak to her through writing and typing also. He'd been writing out an explanation of his servitude to his childhood home, telling Billie how inconvenient and frustrating it was to him. His wording was that of a seasoned writer - because after his death he had plenty of time to build his vocabulary. Calvin could see that she didn't mind reading anything he wrote, so that only encouraged him to keep his communication skills strong. He was deep in his writing. He had to be to get the pen to do his bidding on a night like this.
Against her own will, Clare moved through the neighborhoods and toward the ill-famed Powell place. It was so not her idea to come here, and she could just strangle Alvie for making them meet there! She rode her old girly bike over to the house, checking her phone to make sure she was following the GPS directions. This was the most reluctant bike ride she'd even taken - just because Alvie wanted to be a thrill-seeker and make a music video in a haunted house! She burned off a lot of her frustration during the ride over, but she still had some left over to at least give him a piece of her mind!
The moment she got there, she shook her head at the creepiness of the home and called Alvin up. “I really don't like this idea and it's weird to even look at this place!" she said the second he answered - "So I vote that we just make our music video in the front of the graveyard gate, like I suggested yesterday,” Clare said in persuasion, clinging to her backpack secured over her chest. She just liked her backpack that way, okay? It made it easier to get to her synth! "I totally think that's spooky enough! Are you almost here? I'm leaving if either of you don't show up in the next five minutes! This is so crazy!" Clare vented in to the receiver - hanging up before she heard a reaction to her threat. She would just leave if they didn't come soon, no way was she going to hang around this place for any longer!
