Our Lady of Fandom, Friday Afternoon

[she_neversleeps]

Samara had been having the time of her death in Fandom. Free to wander this island, pour her fear and anger directly into people's heads without waiting for a tape to get passed around, drive a horse insane (Though sadly not into the ocean. Yet.) and show up to torment her victims in person even before their seventh-day moment of death had arrived

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Chapel

[she_neversleeps]

Ghosts with any evil intent won't be able to enter, whether inside or outside a living body. The body can enter; it'll just bounce the ghost right out.

Re: Chapel

[robinonadderall]

Look, Stiles wasn't exactly the most observant crayon in the box, but he knew when he was being followed, okay? Especially when he was being followed by a creeper like Peter.

He tried to be casual and pretend to not notice but he was positive Peter could hear his increasing heartbeat. After realizing playing cat and mouse wouldn't amuse Peter for long, Stiles took a turn towards the church, hoping maybe they scared off werewolves or the undead or something. Somehow.

Hey, sometimes it worked in movies.

[For Derek!]

Re: Chapel

[justlurkinghere]

Damn this Stiles for having all the experience with people creeping up on him! Damn him!

Peter slunk after him, curling a lip at the display of the annoying little ghost girl as he hunted his prey. Stiles wouldn't really get the choice about being bitten this time around.

Sorry not sorry.

"You can't run forever."

Re: Chapel

[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't bother to answer, wanting to save his energy for getting to the church. He started to run at full speed, tossing aside any attempt at playing it cool.

Graveyard

[she_neversleeps]

Where it's really rather wet at the moment.