My Only Offer Who: Psalm, Bunny, and Olivia (NPC) What: Performing a seance When: Friday June 12, 9:00 pm
After Psalm talked to Bunny about the seance, he collected all the things that Olivia told him he'd need, which didn't amount to much. He spent the rest of the day coming up with the courage to unlock the back door to his old house. His parents had paid it off before they died, so it was rightfully his, not that he'd ever ever live in the place. Knowing your mother died in a room that you weren't even allowed to go in made it an unwelcoming place. He didn't have the key on his keychain anymore, he had given up long ago on calling that place home. But there was still a key buried underneath a brick by the back door. It was placed there in case Psalm forgot his key at home when he went to school. He never got to use it until that day.
It was strange how a place that used to be so welcoming could feel so hollow. Entering the house alone, he went to his old room first. Nothing was in it. Most of what had been in there was given away, some came with him to Olivia's and some of it was thrown away long before. The only thing that remained of his was a glow in the dark wolverine sticker on the back of the door. He remembered playing Indians with Myra in his room and how they used to use his mom's lipstick as war paint. How his wolverine sheets used to serve as the hide for the tepees. And how days before his mother's death he was trying to figure out how to gather the courage to kiss her in said tepee. They were twelve and hardly kids anymore, but that tepee was a constant in their lives. She probably cried when she and her parents had to take it down. It was funny how he didn't even think of that until now.
He left the door to his room open and ventured down to his parents bedroom. He stood at the door and wished in vain to hear his father's laugh come from inside of the room like he did when he was younger. Turning the knob was almost unbearable. Aside from the obvious signs that the cops had been in the room, it was almost exactly the same. His father's favorite house shoes were still waiting for him on his side of the bed, his mother's purse on her nightstand. Only one thing was unusual, a picture, backside up on the bed. He finally stepped inside the room when he saw this, almost afraid his mother would come in and yell at him and tell him to go to his room. But she wasn't there. Just an out of place picture. He grabbed it quickly and rushed out of the room, waiting until he got in the hall and closed the door to look at it. It was a picture of him when he was 12, with his cast on. Probably the last picture taken of him before his parents died. He was hanging out of the car window shouting, presumably, at the picture taker. Myra.
He swore then that he heard a laugh coming from the room, and it made him jump. He had to be imagining things. But getting away from that stupid door would make things so much better. He let go of the picture, letting it float down to the ground as he made his way back to the back room, the one room he had been avoiding like the plague his entire life. The only time he was ever in the room he couldn't even remember it. He didn't want to face the room alone, but Olivia had suggested it for a reason. His mother had done her seances there, and it would only help things out at this point. There was still a bit of crime scene tape up in the frame. He ignored it and opened the door closing his eyes as he took a step in. He swore he'd never go back to that place. And yet there he was, in the one room he didn't want to go in.
The carpet had been removed completely and the only way he could tell that there had been some in there was the careless way in which it had been removed, there were staples everywhere over the floor. No signs of the horrors that had happened in there were left. Part of Psalm had been expecting something so much more than what it was. Just an empty room with a few chairs and a round table. He took out his bag and placed the candle on the table making sure not to touch the wood. The longer he was left alone in the place the more he regretted coming at all. Every time he closed his eyes he saw flashes of what had happened the night his mother died. Not that he could make any sense of it.
Olivia showed a few minutes til 9, and wanted to start right away. Psalm flat out refused. Bunny said she'd be there so they'd wait. But as each second ticked by and he was left alone with Olivia he was getting more and more frustrated. Not because of Bunny, but because of how eager Olivia was for this. She had waited for this day since she took him in, it was her big pay out. This was Psalm's act of desperation. His only way to save the girl he loved, at least in his mind. It was amazing how people only thought of themselves in times like these and Psalm found himself thinking of others.
He fixed his hoodie and walked out of the room to the back door. Maybe Bunny didn't know where the house was after all. Or she was trying to call him or something. He just hoped she wouldn't try to talk him out of it this time. He couldn't deal with that.