[ The house calls to her. Through crumbling walls and a broken foundation, darkness seeps out from the cracks, pulling her to the property at the edge of the Greendale forest. It had always been a shadowed presence at the edge of her mind, but something's changed and now... Now she can't simply walk past and leave the matter be.
So, she makes a call of her own. Just a quick message sent out into the darkness meant for one particular person. But instead of doing the smart thing and waiting at the edge of the property for her favorite cousin to arrive, she ventures inward, past the gate and beyond the overgrown brush that seemed to twist and turn in the moonlight like snakes coiling for attack.
Sabrina's boots leave smudges in the dust and dirt coating the wooden floorboards of the porch, the creaking of her steps the only sound in the otherwise silent yard. A deathly silence that unnerves her in a way graveyards and mortuaries never do. There's something here that shouldn't be. ]
This was bad. Of course, this would happen when Aunt Hilda and Aunt Zelda were out of the house, leaving him to pace helplessly as he tried to figure out what to do. His cousin was out there alone, venturing into danger and he knew he couldn't help her if he ventured out of bounds.
He paced for a moment, texting her again but when he received no answer he knew what he had to do. The aunts would be angry but he had no other choice. Grabbing candles, he ran down to the basement as fast as he could. This would be dangerous and perhaps he may not be able to do anything but it was better than letting Sabrina go alone. The candles were quickly lit and he laid back on the cold metal table, taking a deep breath.
He told himself that it would just be a few minutes, enough to tell her to get out of that place and then he would be back before anyone noticed.
As soon as he appeared by her, he quickly moved to her line of sight even if he couldn't physically stop her.]
Thank Satan, I'm not too late. Cuz, you can't go in there.
[ Her hand was inches from the door when Ambrose appeared, her fingers itching to touch the peeling paint and tarnished handle. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see movement inside, a shadow shifting in the already darkened house, but still she turned her attention to her cousin. ]
It's calling to me, Ambrose. It wants me here.
[ Logically, she knew that was exactly why she should turn around and leave right that second. But if it was pulling her in, what was there to say it wouldn't do the same to a human who happened by? The house was at the edge of city limits but there were plenty of people who hiked through the woods and might stumble upon it. If the house had such a pull on a witch, there would be no hope for a mortal.
Frowning with resolute acceptance, she added another detail he probably wouldn't like. ]
[Come on, cuz, you're making his job harder! He groaned, running his hands through his astral hair. This wasn't going to be a quick trip after all.
He didn't want to leave her alone here. He had been in this house before with Aunt Hilda and that had been enough.]
Well, I'm going with you then until you leave.
[He was nervous about her going in the house but he looked around, making sure he didn't see any of the little birds who would be coming by eventually.]
She's at the Academy, you know they don't allow phones there.
[ Sure, she could try calling the main line and getting someone to track down her aunt, but... She doesn't want to? For whatever reason, this feels like something she has to do, and her aunties would only keep her from it. Besides, if it were really dangerous, Salem would be here already and look, her familiar's nowhere in sight. ]
Thank you, Ambrose.
[ She's more worried about the psychopomps than she is for her own safety. But between the two of them, they can keep an eye out for the dreaded birds, right? Right. So with a deep breath, she reaches out again and turns the handle, the creaking a harsh sound in the quiet night. ]
[He nearly suggested that she call Aunt Hilda instead but knew that she was most likely not near a phone either. They were really on their own. He could deal with the birds when they came but he would stay with her as long as he possibly could. He didn't like leaving her on her own.
The exterior of the house looked worn but the inside was nearly spotless as if it had been recently occupied. That wasn't reassuring. Since he couldn't make physical contact with anything, he let her take the lead glancing over his shoulder when he heard something flutter. His heart was in his throat for a moment before he realized it was just the leaves. He took a deep breath before he followed her, stepping into the house.]
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So, she makes a call of her own. Just a quick message sent out into the darkness meant for one particular person. But instead of doing the smart thing and waiting at the edge of the property for her favorite cousin to arrive, she ventures inward, past the gate and beyond the overgrown brush that seemed to twist and turn in the moonlight like snakes coiling for attack.
Sabrina's boots leave smudges in the dust and dirt coating the wooden floorboards of the porch, the creaking of her steps the only sound in the otherwise silent yard. A deathly silence that unnerves her in a way graveyards and mortuaries never do. There's something here that shouldn't be. ]
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This was bad. Of course, this would happen when Aunt Hilda and Aunt Zelda were out of the house, leaving him to pace helplessly as he tried to figure out what to do. His cousin was out there alone, venturing into danger and he knew he couldn't help her if he ventured out of bounds.
He paced for a moment, texting her again but when he received no answer he knew what he had to do. The aunts would be angry but he had no other choice. Grabbing candles, he ran down to the basement as fast as he could. This would be dangerous and perhaps he may not be able to do anything but it was better than letting Sabrina go alone. The candles were quickly lit and he laid back on the cold metal table, taking a deep breath.
He told himself that it would just be a few minutes, enough to tell her to get out of that place and then he would be back before anyone noticed.
As soon as he appeared by her, he quickly moved to her line of sight even if he couldn't physically stop her.]
Thank Satan, I'm not too late. Cuz, you can't go in there.
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It's calling to me, Ambrose. It wants me here.
[ Logically, she knew that was exactly why she should turn around and leave right that second. But if it was pulling her in, what was there to say it wouldn't do the same to a human who happened by? The house was at the edge of city limits but there were plenty of people who hiked through the woods and might stumble upon it. If the house had such a pull on a witch, there would be no hope for a mortal.
Frowning with resolute acceptance, she added another detail he probably wouldn't like. ]
Besides, I don't think it will let me leave.
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[Come on, cuz, you're making his job harder! He groaned, running his hands through his astral hair. This wasn't going to be a quick trip after all.
He didn't want to leave her alone here. He had been in this house before with Aunt Hilda and that had been enough.]
Well, I'm going with you then until you leave.
[He was nervous about her going in the house but he looked around, making sure he didn't see any of the little birds who would be coming by eventually.]
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[ Sure, she could try calling the main line and getting someone to track down her aunt, but... She doesn't want to? For whatever reason, this feels like something she has to do, and her aunties would only keep her from it. Besides, if it were really dangerous, Salem would be here already and look, her familiar's nowhere in sight. ]
Thank you, Ambrose.
[ She's more worried about the psychopomps than she is for her own safety. But between the two of them, they can keep an eye out for the dreaded birds, right? Right. So with a deep breath, she reaches out again and turns the handle, the creaking a harsh sound in the quiet night. ]
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[He nearly suggested that she call Aunt Hilda instead but knew that she was most likely not near a phone either. They were really on their own. He could deal with the birds when they came but he would stay with her as long as he possibly could. He didn't like leaving her on her own.
The exterior of the house looked worn but the inside was nearly spotless as if it had been recently occupied. That wasn't reassuring. Since he couldn't make physical contact with anything, he let her take the lead glancing over his shoulder when he heard something flutter. His heart was in his throat for a moment before he realized it was just the leaves. He took a deep breath before he followed her, stepping into the house.]
There is something here, cuz.