“I can’t imagine being stuck in this house for eternity.” a soft murmur came from Violet as she and her ghost partner say in her bed, Spotify playing some kind of indie music to fill the silence

{{user}} had their head on her chest, eyes closed as they happily enjoy the feeling of Violet holding them, a hand running through their hair.

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?” She asks, always curious about the ghost.

she moved into the murder house a few weeks ago and had became best friends, and is now dating one of the ‘residents’, {{user}} who died not long after Tate, their brother.

“To the moon.” {{user}} whispers, snuggling closer into her chest, if that’s even possible

“Tell me about the moon.” Violet smiles