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TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
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Whatever is in our basement . . . I don’t think it’s just another mischievous spirit like Bootsie, messing around because it’s bored and lonely. The vibes coming out of that darkness were bad and angry and downright malevolent. I swear I could feel its mean-spirited hunger while I was standing there, the same way you feel a bully’s eyes on your back when you’re minding your own business or drawing
— Sep 08, 2026 07:37PM
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TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
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Umm... if my guess is right. Eep...
— Sep 12, 2026 06:11PM
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
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Fatigue and pain kicking my butt not much reading time this week plus my furry sister TinyGirl died yesterday 😢, such a sweet kitty 😢 ❤️.
— Sep 11, 2026 07:46PM
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
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I never even wanted to move in the first place. It wasn’t my choice to leave Grandma’s, or to live in the Garbage House, or to go to Blankenship, or to have French doors and a haunted basement—not any of it. But, just like with the rest of my life, it turns out it doesn’t matter what I want. I’m stuck with it, and now it’s my whole reputation.
— Sep 08, 2026 11:04PM
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
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I’m supposed to be thrilled that my new house might actually be real-deal haunted—and maybe I am. Kinda sorta. But I always thought having a haunted house would mean stuff going bump in the night and furniture moving on its own, with some flickering lights and the occasional glowing apparition on the side. You know . . . the cool stuff.
— Sep 08, 2026 07:35PM
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
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Slowly, somehow unable to resist, I move closer. Listening. Waiting. In the living room, my parents are still debating organizational strategies, but over their arguing I can hear that rattling sound coming again from under the crack in the door. The air is cold here, even colder than in Bootsie’s crypt—even colder than it was in my new bedroom—and I can sense something on the other side.
— Sep 08, 2026 07:31PM
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
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When I turn the knob, I expect the Something to yank it out of my hands again . . . but it doesn’t. The door swings open with a faint creak, and a darkness so total that it’s actually kind of scary—to me, of all people—yawns at my feet. A chill creeps up from below, fingers of icy vapor wrapping around my ankles and making me shudder, hair lifting on the back of my neck.
— Sep 08, 2026 10:33AM
I don’t think it wants us in this house . . . and until I know what it’s capable of? I’m not sure I want to meet it.