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The house was a towering, Victorian home, hiding amid a copse of trees at the end of a long, winding lane through the countryside. When the car rolled around the final curve in the road and the darkened edge of the house oozed suddenly into view, the sight of it struck them all quiet in the middle of their planning.
Lucy felt a cold anticipation spill through her; not something drawn from her senses, but something wholly internal.
“It certainly looks the part,” Lockwood said after they had hauled their things out of the car and parted ways with the driver. The house loomed in front of them. It was a combination of rust-coloured brick and dark wooden wainscotting, the kind that is going for a rich, burgundy brown and ends up reading closer to dried blood.
“Personally, I think it’s a bit cliche when haunted houses look haunted,” George said. “Would it kill them to slap some colour on it?”
“Maybe that’s how the original owner died, the one who actually lived here,” Lucy jumped in. “Livening up the paint job.”
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(or: Lockwood gets ghost-touched on a mission to dismantle a pair of spirit gates. Lucy does something unthinkable to save him)
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20 Jul 2025
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Angst Locklyle with Lockwood temporarily dying. Extremely well written!
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If today was not an endless highway, if tonight was not a crooked trail, if tomorrow wasn't such a long time, then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Rose Tyler, on the road to Journey's End.
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19 Jan 2025
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Rose/Ten Journey’s End and beyond. It’s beautiful, angsty and awful. Made me cry, made me laugh. Beautifully written.