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The wind whistles past my window, I blink awake and shake my head to clear the grogginess. I’m cold, everything is cold in this damn house, this orphanage has no heating and winter is harsh. I smell smoke down stairs, Clay must have started a fire in the chimney to warm the house, he hasn’t been very nice to me lately but he wouldn’t let my probably frostbite worsen… would he? I walk downstairs to the living room and a blond boy in a green nightshirt sitting next to the fire, his back is to me but I know who it is, “Clay? What are you doing? … Are those potatoes?” It looks as though the older boy were peeling potatoes next to the fire with a steak knife.
I don’t remember much past this, he whips around and he’s wearing a porcelain white mask, it’s black smiley face eyes watching me. I walk forward and he doesn’t react other than watching me the whole time, that is until I sit down. He grabbed my white and red nightshirt and pulled me forward fast and harshly, he raised the potato and that's where I must pass out because the next thing I remember is being dragged. Everything hurts, my head thumps against the wooden floor, then I’m being thrown and then I’m warm, really warm. I remember one last thing before falling asleep in the cramped warm space I had been thrown in, a smiley face twisting unnaturally.
“Goodbye Tommy.”
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“ Hey there everybody, how's it going?” Wilbur’s british accent breaks the silence in the room, he had finally set up the camera and began filming. He’s wearing his classic yellow sweater and black jeans, his red beany up on his head and his thin wired round gold fake glasses rested on his nose. “ You may notice that we are not at some haunted location today, well you’re right! For now at least…” His voice trails off at the end and he smiles mischievously at the camera.
“ Anyway we are doing something we have never done before! We are moving into a haunted house and are going to live there for a year, a whole year!” He sounds way too chipper for what they were about to do, they were indeed moving into a ‘supposedly’ haunted house and planned to live there for a whole year. “And because we are going to live there for so long we all have different goals for the stay.” Wilbur hits the pause button on the video and runs over to a blond man named Phil.
Phil is wearing a green hoodie with a red heart on it, matched with blue jeans and black tennis shoes, he looks less like a dad and more like a teenager about to shoplift. He really finishes the look with his shoulder length hair in a low ponytail and his favorite green and white wide brim hat on his head. Wilbur points the camera at Phil and hits play, “Dad what are you going to do?” Phil smiles kindly and says “I want to prove the existence of the paranormal.” Wilbur nods and runs across the hotel room and sets up in front of Techno, who has waist length pink hair braided down his back.
Techno wears a simple white t-shirt and black jeans and boots to match, he has a ridiculous amount of gold in his ears, no one knows how he can afford any of that. Wilbur sets up and presses the play button, “What about you Tech? What do you want to do?” Techno snorts and keeps packing his stuff and says “To prove that you and Phil are crazy and ghosts aren’t real.” Wilbur pauses the camera and moves back to his original spot and sets up again.
He turns the camera back on and smiles at the lens “My plan as the team's psychic is to find out what happened there, that's right we are going to know nothing about the house other than its haunted.” Wilbur launched into the explanation of the house, it was outside of L’manburg, an old orphanage called Logstedshire. The only thing they know is that many people were killed there and for some reason no one ever wanted to be there, he wraps up with a “ Ok see you guys there!” and turns off the camera.
“If you actually want to go Wil you should pack.” Techno says with as much monotone in his voice possible, Wilbur groans to begin to pack. “Wilbur I still can’t believe you choose the psychic role with how much you hate the idea of ghosts existing.” Phil laughs and Wilbur shrugs “ Gets views when I say, ‘ I feel something in this room, something dark” he rolls his eyes and picks up his bag “ Alright let's head out.”
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“ Are you kidding me!” The mover truck driver, Sam as his name tag reads, shouts out as he tries to start the truck. Techno looks up from some boxes he had taken from a struggling Wilbur, “What's wrong?” he asks. Sam hops out and looks at the truck annoyed, “It won’t start.” Wilbur’s head snapped up and he giggled, “Maybe it’s the ghosts.” He grins and the truck driver looks at the house and shudders, “Maybe… I’ll have a tow, it's fine.” he walked away and the two boys turned to the house.
When they walked in, Techno dropped the boxes suddenly, he glared at Wilbur. “What?” The brunette asks and the pink haired man rolls his eyes. “What do you mean ‘What?’ you knocked the boxes out of my hands!” Wilbur shook his head “ It wasn't me! ... Maybe it was the ghosts!”
“ It wasn’t a ghost and you know it!”
“ Well it wasn’t me!”
“ Then who was it?”
“Boys, what's going on?” Techno spun on his heels to face their dad, “Wilbur knocked the boxes out of my hands and then said it was a ‘ghost’.” he informed the older man, Wilbur rolled his eyes. “Ghosts aren’t real, but I didn’t knock the boxes.” Techno picked up the boxes, “Doesn’t matter let's just get this inside before dinner.”
The truck left before dinner and they had to go pick up pizza because no one would deliver to them. Wilbur was grumpy about it and even more grumpy when he found out that they had no wifi in the house. Techno was perfectly fine with this, the house was so big he could avoid everyone, no one went there so he could practice his sword fighting. This house was an introvert's dream in his opinion, so he didn’t care when the shadows would move around him in the house. Wilbur paid no mind to whispers that would speak to him, he made no move to hear them. Phil wasn’t bothered by the fact that the animals that loved him in any place they would stay would avoid the house like it were a bear's den. None of them particularly cared when their floors would creak around them when they sleep, like someone would walk to their beds and watch them. They would never care.