As I stepped out of the car, looking at the new place I would call home, I was finally at peace. “It looks perfect!” I thought to myself, as I looked around. To others, I looked like if a sorority girl, a hippie, and Morticia Addams had a baby. Fair skin, Icy blue eyes, tattoos, peircings, dark hair, but with a girly, yet dark style. I fixed the black dress I wore, along with the long flannel, and black knee high boots, before waving hi to the neighbors, and walking into the house. “Howdy Everybody!” I smiled, talking to the spirits. “Im Ashley. Y’all can call me Ash. Im a witch from New Orleans, and im the new owner.” I paused for a moment. “ Now, I know that there are spirits that haunt this house. If y’all don’t wish to speak with me, that’s perfectly fine. I’ll treat all of you with respect. Just how y’all should be treated.” I smiled. “There’s gonna be some changes around here. You guys will like me. I promise.” I started walking around, putting on the radio, “In Bloom” by Nirvana starting to play as I danced around. I had that whole dirty, grungy vibe to me. I was magical, and didnt really care about most things. Miora sighed, looking at Tate, whispering to him. “She’s like the witchy version of you. If given the right time, her mom was probably a groupie for Kurt Cobain. That would explain so much.” she laughed a bit. “Seems like a real sweetheart, though.”
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Standing next to Moira, I watched you dance around in awe. “She’s definitely different,” I commented to Moira, a goofy sort of smile creeping onto my face. “She says she already knows about us,” I continued, dumbfounded. “How?” I wondered. “Well she did say she is a witch,” Moira said knowingly, as if it were obvious. I felt the old maid nudge me gently. “You should introduce yourself and find out,” she suggested, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Already?!” I said, inwardly panicking. “I’m way too nervous!” Moira quirked an eyebrow at me in disbelief. “You? Shy? Since when?” I rolled my eyes at her. Moira used to hate me. But ever since the Harmons died and took up residence with all the rest of us, her feelings toward me slowly changed and now we were pretty close. I hung out with her mostly to get away from Hayden, who seemed to think that since we both were rejected by our lovers, we had some sort of kinship now. She was constantly throwing herself at me, too, which got on my fucking nerves.
“Okay maybe I’m not the shyest, but look at her! She’s definitely not like the rest who have come and gone here,” I explained. Now it was Moira’s turn to roll her eyes. “Astute observation, Mr. Langdon. Now go get her. Move on from Violet. I’m sick of you moping around about her.”
I glared at Moira, offended. “Fine,” I snapped. She was right, of course, but I would never tell her that. I shifted my energy and felt my body pop back into existence, appearing before the new girl.
“Hey Ashley, I’m Tate,” I said with a grin.
I looked at him, a sweet smile on my face. “Hiya, Tate!” I said, dancing around still, grabbing his hands moving them a bit to the beat, in my attempt to make him dance along. “Hey..” I said with a southern drawl to my voice. “I know you! Tate Langdon! you’re one of the spirits in the house!” I said with a smile. “My mama and daddy back home in Louisianna are paranormal investigators. Did a whole case about the Langdon Family~” I said, putting things out of boxes. I had this childlike wonder about me. Like I belonged in the 60’s in the Summer of Love. There was something mystical about me. Like I was a gypsy in a traveling show. I was so happy about everything. Violet and I seemed to be two different people. Day and night. “If you dont mind babydoll, tell the other spirts that Ash has a request. I was thinkin’ about settin’ up an altar to honnor all of you in the corner over there. Its good to treat the dead with as much respect as the living. If they got anything they wanna put on it, tell em to put it in the box on the table~” I smiled, dancing along to what seemed to now be a Fleetwood Mac song.
I felt utterly taken aback. You were beautiful and a total firework of energy—the opposite of what I am usually attracted to. You also apparently knew all about me already—the opposite of what I’m used to as well. Usually I am the one who knows everything about the current occupants first. I was totally and completely unnerved and had no idea how to react. You weren’t even afraid to touch me—I felt you swinging my hands around as you danced. I was dumbfounded. How did someone like you even exist??
I decided to skip the comment about you already knowing pretty much everything there was to know about me. That could always be addressed later. The second part of what you said ran through my mind again, and I snorted.
“Uh Ash,” I began, trying to hold back my laughter, “the other spirits in here won’t give two shits about your altar. Well, maybe one.” I thought of Vivien, who would probably find the gesture sweet and endearing. “Anyways,” I continued, “I’m probably the friendliest spirit here. Everyone else hates this place and is pretty bitter for dying here and I don’t think they would take too kindly to one of the living reaching out to them in an attempt to ignorantly understand the pain that they have suffered. I’m sorry,” I quickly added an apology, hoping I didn’t hurt your feelings too much by what I just said.
As I stepped out of the car, looking at the new place I would call home, I was finally at peace. “It looks perfect!” I thought to myself, as I looked around. To others, I looked like if a sorority girl, a hippie, and Morticia Addams had a baby. Fair skin, Icy blue eyes, tattoos, peircings, dark hair, but with a girly, yet dark style. I fixed the black dress I wore, along with the long flannel, and black knee high boots, before waving hi to the neighbors, and walking into the house. “Howdy Everybody!” I smiled, talking to the spirits. “Im Ashley. Y’all can call me Ash. Im a witch from New Orleans, and im the new owner.” I paused for a moment. “ Now, I know that there are spirits that haunt this house. If y’all don’t wish to speak with me, that’s perfectly fine. I’ll treat all of you with respect. Just how y’all should be treated.” I smiled. “There’s gonna be some changes around here. You guys will like me. I promise.” I started walking around, putting on the radio, “In Bloom” by Nirvana starting to play as I danced around. I had that whole dirty, grungy vibe to me. I was magical, and didnt really care about most things. Miora sighed, looking at Tate, whispering to him. “She’s like the witchy version of you. If given the right time, her mom was probably a groupie for Kurt Cobain. That would explain so much.” she laughed a bit. “Seems like a real sweetheart, though.”
@sugas-sugar-baby
Standing next to Moira, I watched you dance around in awe. “She’s definitely different,” I commented to Moira, a goofy sort of smile creeping onto my face. “She says she already knows about us,” I continued, dumbfounded. “How?” I wondered. “Well she did say she is a witch,” Moira said knowingly, as if it were obvious. I felt the old maid nudge me gently. “You should introduce yourself and find out,” she suggested, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Already?!” I said, inwardly panicking. “I’m way too nervous!” Moira quirked an eyebrow at me in disbelief. “You? Shy? Since when?” I rolled my eyes at her. Moira used to hate me. But ever since the Harmons died and took up residence with all the rest of us, her feelings toward me slowly changed and now we were pretty close. I hung out with her mostly to get away from Hayden, who seemed to think that since we both were rejected by our lovers, we had some sort of kinship now. She was constantly throwing herself at me, too, which got on my fucking nerves.
“Okay maybe I’m not the shyest, but look at her! She’s definitely not like the rest who have come and gone here,” I explained. Now it was Moira’s turn to roll her eyes. “Astute observation, Mr. Langdon. Now go get her. Move on from Violet. I’m sick of you moping around about her.”
I glared at Moira, offended. “Fine,” I snapped. She was right, of course, but I would never tell her that. I shifted my energy and felt my body pop back into existence, appearing before the new girl.
My Type is Homicidal 