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event } in the dark we laugh together.
WHO: All kidnapped and sleeping passengers
WHAT: Baby, you’re a haunted house.
WHERE: Murdoch Tower.
WHEN: Now until Oct. 31.
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you die in this dream, it doesn’t count, you’ll just wake up at the end with the rest of the gang. c:
CW: Brief reference to suicide below.
All things considered, Murdoch Tower isn’t the worst place to call home. Sure, it’s got its fair share of idiosyncrasies like any other other building; floors creak, pipes rattle, faint noises waft into the walls of homes from places unknown. And there are rumors, of course, that it’s haunted. People love a good brush with the supernatural, right? But they’re just stories - no one has ever documented any true paranormal phenomena. Local legend has it that a terrible accident left a few unlucky construction workers buried alive in the concrete of the walls many years ago, but you won’t find any record of such a mishap in any of the City’s libraries or historical records.
The one thing that is documented fact is that the building’s original owner, Jake Murdoch, committed suicide in the penthouse apartment shortly after construction was completed. A bizarre message was left behind for the staff to find, hastily scrawled instructions of some kind involving an elevator, written on the wall in Mr. Murdoch’s own blood. Since then, the penthouse has been sealed off to the other tenants, who are instructed upon move-in that the topmost floor is strictly off limits. Still, rumors are passed between tenants about a secret elevator into the penthouse that can only be accessed by following the misfortunate owner’s dying missive, though obviously, no one has ever succeeded in finding this hidden entrance.
After all - one cannot find what doesn’t exist, right?
WHAT: Baby, you’re a haunted house.
WHERE: Murdoch Tower.
WHEN: Now until Oct. 31.
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you die in this dream, it doesn’t count, you’ll just wake up at the end with the rest of the gang. c:
CW: Brief reference to suicide below.
All things considered, Murdoch Tower isn’t the worst place to call home. Sure, it’s got its fair share of idiosyncrasies like any other other building; floors creak, pipes rattle, faint noises waft into the walls of homes from places unknown. And there are rumors, of course, that it’s haunted. People love a good brush with the supernatural, right? But they’re just stories - no one has ever documented any true paranormal phenomena. Local legend has it that a terrible accident left a few unlucky construction workers buried alive in the concrete of the walls many years ago, but you won’t find any record of such a mishap in any of the City’s libraries or historical records.
The one thing that is documented fact is that the building’s original owner, Jake Murdoch, committed suicide in the penthouse apartment shortly after construction was completed. A bizarre message was left behind for the staff to find, hastily scrawled instructions of some kind involving an elevator, written on the wall in Mr. Murdoch’s own blood. Since then, the penthouse has been sealed off to the other tenants, who are instructed upon move-in that the topmost floor is strictly off limits. Still, rumors are passed between tenants about a secret elevator into the penthouse that can only be accessed by following the misfortunate owner’s dying missive, though obviously, no one has ever succeeded in finding this hidden entrance.
After all - one cannot find what doesn’t exist, right?
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Six year olds, especially ones with father's who don't shut up like this guy isn't, who were independent, they were never quiet. They weren't quiet and they certainly weren't as silent as the carpeted tomb of the ninth floor is. It doesn't matter how much their father's eyes light up, or how he seems like there should be one, Ella knows that there's not. There can't be.
But Ella shifts her face into a bright smile, as she tilts her head a bit, and enthusiasm floods into her voice. This is like a shadow of the real Ella, but it definitely feels authentic. "She sounds really cool! I'd love to meet her. I'm your neighbor on the ninth floor!"
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Charlene is quiet. She's too quiet and it's always been really disconcerting because Charlie was never quiet. Charlie was a chatterbox and she loved showing him things. She collected rocks and sticks and bugs and drew all over the walls and-
A cold chill hits him, solely him perhaps, only him. It's probably in his head but it makes him look upset for a moment.
"Charlene's shy. She wants to be a marine biologist." A pause, "No wait. It's a radiologist today. Kid can't make up her mind. Keeps wanting me to redo her room, buy all new books every single day."
Kids will be kids.