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Klaus Hargreeves ([info]quietthedead) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-10-23 15:18:00

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Entry tags:ben hargreeves (netflix), gamewide plot, john constantine (vertigo), klaus hargreeves (netflix), peter b parker (sv)

Who: Anyone who wants to be spooked
What: Haunted house time
Where: Through the doors and into Hill House
When: Open throughout the Halloween Event



No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Filled with ghosts and specters of all sorts, Hill house seems tame enough when you first walk through it's doors, but it very quickly becomes obvious that everything is not as it seems. Is it your mind playing tricks on you? Or is it something else? Something more sinister.

Come in and stay a while, explore the long and twisting halls, enjoy the beautiful art and sculpture garden, and find the Red Room. There are many treasures to be had if you can survive the night.

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-24 05:26 am UTC (link)
"Oh yes, so many buttons. More than anyone would even know what to do with." He agreed, trying to keep himself focused on that fact much more than the creeping feeling working its way up his spine the further in he went. Sure this place looked like there would be interesting things to find here, things that they could use, or even use to trade somewhere down the line. Yeah it was fine, they did this often enough that it was all just kind of routine, the same old boring cities were - well boring, and they needed something new, and something different.

"Maybe the good stuff is further in?" He reasoned walking a little bit further down the hall. It made sense really, they had just come in like they were coming out of a room in a hallway - there was obviously plenty more house to see and the good stuff? That was just in some of the other rooms.

"Let's just grab anything shiny or interesting, and then get out of here." As much as he might like to look around properly and really poke through the drawers and rooms he didn't have a great feeling about this place, and that easy confidence he'd had before stepping through the door had really just evaporated leaving him feeling like there was something just over his shoulder every time he turned around.

What didn't help matters was the way the door swung shut behind them. "Uh.... that's normal." He said more for himself than to actually tell Ben it was normal, he might have arrived before Ben, but his brother had enough experience with this now that he didn't need to be told what was and wasn't normal.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-24 07:00 pm UTC (link)
"I wouldn't know what to do with one button," Ben said, because he didn't know how to sew. Why would he? Mom always did that for them when they were younger and -- well. Ben hadn't really been around to get older, to learn seemingly dumb but probably important skills along the way.

The good stuff probably was further in, but Ben wasn't sure he wanted to see it. Sure, the normal stores -- convenience, hardware, electronics, whatever -- they were boring, but they were useful. This was just. Well. Ben didn't really know what it was. He just knew he didn't love it, because of the set of Klaus' shoulders.

And he was about to say some polished silver wasn't really worth their time, but then the door closed and Ben frowned even more, if that was possible. "Not normal," he muttered, mostly to himself and turned back to re-open the door.

Except it wouldn't budge and that really wasn't normal. "Klaus."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-24 08:04 pm UTC (link)
Yeah Klaus didn't love it either, there was something about this place that set his teeth on edge though he wasn't ready to say that yet - things in town had been so good for so long now he'd forgotten what it was like to feel this sort of sensation, like he was being watched or like something was going to come up behind him at any second and he was just left waiting for it to happen.

Okay, this was fine, the door closed sometime, he closed it sometimes, but this was - well you know it was fine. Okay. He was okay with this. It was just a house. And yeah. It was all fine.

Except he was pretty sure it wasn't.

"Ben. My favorite brother," He paused when he thought he saw something over his shoulder - head whipping around to see what was there, only to see nothing down the hall, nothing that he hadn't already seen before at least. "I think - I think I really need to get out of here. So um maybe we can open that door?" The hairs on his arms began to prickle and goose bumps rose on his skin as an old familiar feeling started to seep into his veins.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-25 02:20 am UTC (link)
It didn't feel fine. Everything felt heavy even though Ben didn't know why, couldn't explain or put any word to it that would make any kind of sense. But you didn't get locked in happy places. That was just a fact of life. No one was forcing them to stay in a bookstore for a prolonged period of time.

"I know," Ben said, not caring for the tone Klaus was using, even though it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the situation. But no amount of jiggling the handle or yanking or pounding seemed to do anything and eventually Ben had to step away from the door in an upsetting defeat.

"Maybe there's another way out?" He asked, turning back to Klaus and offering his hand because -- whatever. They were better as one instead of two and this was the way to do it. "We'll get you something shiny on the way out."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-25 04:18 am UTC (link)
"Right, right, yeah - right there is, absolutely a way out of here and this is all just a game and not just something out of a nightmare," He wasn't mad - though his tone was terse, he was scared that creeping feeling of dread was coming back, the one he hadn't felt since he'd arrived in Starklandia.

His whole life he'd wanted to be normal, wishing for it, and when that hadn't worked, forcing it as best he could. Even if his best attempts could never rid him of the gift entirely. Not that he'd ever truly wanted to lose Ben. And yet, there were times he'd considered it - at the very least he'd hoped to push himself into an early grave and then he wouldn't have to worry about it at all. Problem sorted he was fine, can't be haunted if you're dead.

But Starklandia was different, it didn't seem like anyone had ever lived there, and so there were no ghosts to deal with. But this place? This place wasn't like that.

"It's fine, I'm fine. Let's just .... let's just find another way out." He almost didn't even hear Ben's promise to find him something shiny to take back with them, but he did take the hand that was offered, and if there was anyone in the world he'd want with him in the middle of a nightmare it was most definitely Ben.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-26 03:49 am UTC (link)
Ben didn't see ghosts anymore. He'd been able to once -- probably less because of Klaus' powers and more because -- well. It was easy to see dead things when you were a dead thing. That was just fact. But that didn't mean he didn't kind of feel the mounting tension in the air -- and it wasn't just to do with Klaus' terse tone. Maybe having been dead for so long made him slightly more aware of things most people wouldn't be.

He squeezed the hand in his and lead Klaus up the stairway -- because there was nothing on the first floor and sometimes it was just easier to find answers in places you didn't expect them. The second floor was no less spacious than the first, even with more closed halls it had big windows. That should have been comforting, but it just... wasn't. It was like Ben kept seeing something out of the corner of his eye, a reflection in the window that just wasn't there upon second look.

"We should check every door," he said finally. "See if it opens back up to the town."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-26 04:55 am UTC (link)
Klaus would have been all too happy to leave - hating that part of him that always wanted to rush into things without thinking about what that might mean for him further on down the line, what he might have to deal with because he rushed in. He should have taken a moment to really feel this place, and what it was before he'd decided they could find anything interesting. But he hadn't and now he was stuck - trapped in this place and just waiting for the first ghost to show itself rather than creeping around in dark corners waiting for him.

Still he followed Ben upstairs, his heart falling seeing the number of doors that waited for them up there. "Right, yeah - that -" He nodded swallowing thickly and hating this old familiar feeling.

"Yeah, okay, let's do this and find our way back - I don't even care if we find any buttons." Or anything else for that matter, Klaus just wanted out. Needed it. He pushed open the first door and was immediately greeted with the sight of a man, facing away from the door, his back to them - he didn't even wait for Ben to tell him if he'd seen it or not, just closed the door with a shaking hand. "Next."

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-27 02:48 pm UTC (link)
Splitting up, even a little bit, would probably be faster but Ben decided against that immediately -- his hand still firmly holding onto Klaus'. It probably wasn't practical, but the support was necessary. Ghosts weren't just things that hung around in the back of people's closets when it came to the Hargreeves. They were real and they stuck around. Klaus didn't need any more haunting.

He barely got a glance of what was in the room (a silhouette?) before Klaus was closing the door again and Ben only nodded, his mouth a straight, serious line. "Next," he agreed, but this time, he went to open it. Slow, and the door creaking just a little as he did so. It was dark. Clearly a bedroom for two, with twin beds and toys scattered on the floor. He didn't see anything, but that didn't really mean that there was nothing there. And it wasn't what he was looking for anyway, so he glanced at Klaus before closing it again.

The concept of finding Starklandia behind one of these doors was starting to feel unlikely.

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-28 12:15 am UTC (link)
Splitting up was absolutely a thing Klaus was not going to let happen, not now - not in a place like this with ghosts at every turn, quiet and watching and horrible. No Ben was going to remain right here, beside him and Klaus was going to keep his hand in Ben's until they were back through the door again and in their own home.

He tried not to look, not in the room that Ben opened, or in the corners further down the hall or through the windows but he couldn't help it, it didn't matter how tightly he closed his eyes and tried to make them go away they didn't move. Inside of this next bedroom was a woman, her mouth open in a grotesque sort of silent scream, and Klaus shivered but tried not to let Ben know he'd seen it.

Closing that door Klaus heard something, and his head whipped around behind them, it was something he'd heard before, music he thought. "Do you hear that?" He asked, the sound of it was - it was like home. Like something their mother would play, in the evenings, after their father had retired to his study, when the children had a little bit of time to do as they pleased before lights out. It was - mom. "It's - it's this way." He moved toward it without even thinking about it, taking Ben with him in the direction of the music, and finding themselves standing at the end of a long hallway, with a red door way at the far end.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-28 01:13 am UTC (link)
Ben knew. He didn't need to be told one way or the other what Klaus had seen because he knew his brother well enough to know that things were not okay. And it was only because he knew Klaus so well that he didn't bring up the fact that Klaus' power set included speaking with the dead, and in this instance it might be helpful for finding the way out. He knew that it wasn't something he'd ever really come to terms with - that the only dead thing that Klaus had ever felt comfortable talking to was here right now, their hands firmly clasped together.

"They can't do anything," Ben murmured, voice low and tight and if he was honest he wasn't even sure that was true or not. Ghosts were weird, and Ben wasn't sure they all played by the same rules -- especially if there was something around that could channel them, like Klaus had him. Given the right moment and opportunity, Ben had had a pretty mean right hook and played a pretty decent game of patty cake.

He was so lost in thought he almost didn't hear the music at first -- just let himself be lead by the hand down the hall until they were there. In front of the door all bright red and eye catching, like it wanted to be welcoming. There was definitely something behind it, piano. Familiarity. Ben thought a little nonsensically about the week that they were children, how they'd decided they were better off without anyone. "I don't-- know."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-28 07:51 am UTC (link)
In theory he understood, the dead were just people, but there was something about them that set his teeth on edge that made something twist in the pit of his stomach and made him need in a kind of desperate way to do anything other than look at, acknowledge, listen to the spirits that so often surrounded him. Ben had always been the only dead man that Klaus had been able to stomach, and even then in the beginning he'd been more scared than he was willing to admit. But his brother had only ever been his brother, not the screaming horrible thing that so many of the dead could be.

And the dead in this house? They felt different than those he'd seen back home. Ben said they couldn't do anything but the both of them knew better - Klaus knew that the dead could touch if they really wanted it, they could hurt potentially, they could use him if they knew it was possible, and so the less said about his abilities the better.

It didn't really make sense that there might be something familiar here in this house, if Klaus had stopped to think about it he'd understand that, but he couldn't really seem to find the ability to do things like make sense of what they were presented with. Not when there was something about that room that seemed to beckon him closer, and with his hand still clutching Ben's he pulled his brother along with him. "What's to know?" He said quietly. "It's another door right? We're checking all of them, aren't we?" That had been the idea at least, but Klaus thought maybe, suddenly without much reason for it, that whatever was on the other side of that particular door might be worth sticking around for a while longer. Like there was something inside calling him.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-29 02:04 am UTC (link)
Klaus' powers were bad like that -- the kind that could be used against him almost as much as Klaus could use them for himself. Ben understood that, feared his own skill set enough to only ever use it in emergencies because the risk of things going wrong felt higher than it going right.

And, well, he'd know all about the risks of it, wouldn't he.

But Ben wasn't focused on himself, or really even Klaus' power -- beyond the obvious parts, the parts that made things visible to him that simply weren't to Ben. He was focused now on that red door and the music coming from behind it. And how he really, really didn't want to open it. Ben thinned his lips into a straight line and squeezed Klaus' hand harder, tugging him back a little, a step away from that door. "That's not Mom," he said quietly, anxious in a way he hadn't felt in quite some time now. "I don't want to go in there."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-29 05:24 am UTC (link)
Klaus for his part wasn't even thinking about ghosts anymore, just that door and just the music that was behind it. From where they were standing he could see someone moving inside, just a shadow moving beneath the bottom edge of the door - it reminded him of their mom, the way she'd sort of dance with herself, or for them at times and he thought maybe, however impossibly that it had to be her on the other side of the door.

"How do you know, though?" He said without taking his eyes off the door, though he let Ben tug him back just a little, not far though, not enough to put any real distance between them an the door - maybe a half step. They were in a town where people showed up for no good reason, where Ben was alive when the two of them knew better than most that he'd died a long time ago, why couldn't their mom be on the other side of that door? It didn't seem impossible in that moment, for whatever reason, Klaus couldn't quite rap his mind around.

"It could be her." He said again, "Just listen." He took another step toward the door again, despite the way Ben said he didn't really want to go in. Like his earlier fears were all but forgotten, like all there was left now was that door and whatever was on the other side of it. "I want to look. Just a little, like the other doors, we can close it again right after."

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-30 02:29 am UTC (link)
Ben didn't always argue with Klaus -- especially not lately. There hadn't felt like there was much to disagree over these days and most of the time he was fairly content being his brother's shadow and partner in crime. But that didn't mean he was always willing to bend, or that his opinion didn't sometimes differ. But when Ben dug his heels into the ground, he usually felt like it was for a good reason.

So in this instance, it wasn't just that he was trying to be difficult and stubborn, or to disagree just for the sake of it. There was just something wrong with that door, and the more Klaus wanted to see, the less Ben wanted to.

"It's not her," Ben insisted, keeping a tight grip on Klaus' hand and not moving even an inch even as Klaus took another step forward. "This house isn't right, Klaus. You've seen what's in here. It's not gonna be Mom." He didn't trust that they'd be able to close it again, if they opened that door up just to look right now.

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-31 05:37 am UTC (link)
It wasn't even that Klaus disagreed, if things were different, if he wasn't who he was - well he'd very much be on the same side of things as Ben. This house was fucked and anything that made you want to go in deeper had to be part of just how fucked up it all was. But Klaus was who he was, and his powers were being used against him now in this place, in a way he'd never experience before.

It had always been screaming ghosts before, spirits demanding his attention, to tell someone, anyone about their pain and their lives, to cling a little longer to a life that wasn't theirs but would do well enough. But this? It was different, there were the other ghosts, hidden behind curtains and under furniture, tucked into corners, and peering in through windows, but there was also whatever was behind the door, like it was calling out to him, in the sweetest way possible. Enticing Klaus in a way that nothing ever had before and he couldn't even think straight to know that it was happening to him he just wanted to go in further.

"I just need to look." He said it again, his arm outstretched behind him where Ben still held on to him tightly, even as he wanted to keep moving forward toward that door that seemed to call to him. "Just give me - come on, I just.... can't you hear that?" He turned to look at Ben then, it felt impossible that Ben couldn't be just as compelled as he was to go and see, but all he saw on his brother's face was doubt and worry and maybe even fear.

And for just a moment Klaus snapped out of it, just long enough to let Ben urge him back again, "I... We need the door, Ben. I'm not, this place isn't - I'm not good here. I can't, I won't make it." His own fear thick, rising up like bile in the back of his throat and he didn't know how to stop it even as he felt the warmth radiating from that door behind him, and as much as he wanted to turn back toward it he kept his eyes on his brother needing that anchor.

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Re: Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-31 07:35 pm UTC (link)
Yeah. Ben was kind of getting that. It was one of the reasons that he felt so scared and nervous. Because dead, bad things had always called to Klaus the loudest. He'd always heard and seen things that no one else had and it'd drove him to ruin time and time again. And Ben -- well. So often, Ben had only been able to watch and do nothing else.

But he was here now. He was alive and a physical being and he wasn't going to let it happen again. Not this time. So they weren't going through that fucking red door, no matter what.

"We're gonna find the door," he said, raising his free hand to press against Klaus' cheek -- steadying and reassuring. There. "I'll protect you." And he fucking meant it. Which was why he was turning on his heel a second later and physically dragging Klaus back down the hallways, toward the stairs.

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-11-02 05:10 am UTC (link)
Klaus was fully aware that if he was in this house on his own he would never make it out, he knew that somewhere deep inside of himself, even if there was so much of him that needed to get to that door and see what was on the other side of it. He'd never had his powers used against him like this, though he'd have said there was only one time in his life when his powers hadn't been used against him and it was Ben - who he'd kept around for all those years after he'd died, who he'd helped to manifest when they'd needed him most, and who was here with him now pulling him away from the one place that he shouldn't want to go but did.

He let Ben pull him, even as part of him fought it, though he couldn't help but look back at that door, seeing a shadow move under the bottom edge maybe it was the sway of a skirt, their mom was always wearing dresses that moved nicely like that. He thought maybe that's what it was - mom in there dancing and just waiting for them to join her. All they had to do was open the door.

But the more they moved from the door he was back in the halls with ghosts all around and Klaus didn't want to see any of that either, "No, no, no, no no," He groaned, lifting up his free hand like he could shield his eyes and block out all the things he saw around them, men and women, children, their grotesque and twisted faces turning as they watched them move. "God where is the door?" How long had they even been here? Was it just a short time or had it been longer? He felt like he couldn't tell anymore.

"Outside?" he suggested, the doors of the halls all opened into rooms filled with more ghosts and Klaus didn't think he could take much more, but outside maybe? Maybe that was something? He didn't know if the house would even allow it, but it felt like the safest place. Anywhere but here and these halls.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-11-03 04:22 am UTC (link)
Ben didn't know how long they'd been here. It felt like forever. Or maybe minutes. Hours? Certainly not an entire day but-- it was hard to tell. The house was just...dark. And not even really where lighting was concerned.

He thought, maybe, being able to not see the ghosts in this particular instance helped a bit. Because it meant he could walk through (or by) them and not have to falter or duck or anything else. He could press Klaus' face into his shoulder while they walked so he didn't have to look either. It probably didn't help, not a lot, but it was something. And they were away from that Red Door and that made a difference.

The door to town didn't seem to pop up again, at least, not inside the house, but Ben agreed maybe outside was just better. Or, it couldn't be worse than this. So he pulled at the handle of the front doors and --

"Oh," he said, sounding more relieved than he'd ever before, possibly in his entire life. Town.

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-11-03 05:06 am UTC (link)
Hiding his face didn't really help, but it was something, it grounded him a little bit - he'd never really had someone with him like this while facing down spirits like this. But he'd never actually had to deal with ghosts like these, they weren't like the sort from home, who wanted someone to listen to them more often than not - these wanted to hurt them, Klaus in particular it felt like maybe because he was who he was and could do what he could do.

But Ben kept moving, pushing past the ghosts that Klaus felt and saw all around them, looking for the way out while Klaus wanted nothing more than to just press his face into his hands and stop moving until it all went away.

His breath caught in his throat when Ben opened the front doors and rather than opening out onto a lawn or something like that, it was their town, the place that Klaus had hoped they would find there. And with Ben he practically raced through the door again yanking it closed behind them before he collapsed, curling his arms around himself overwhelmed by the fear he'd felt in that place and the rush of quiet that washed over him the second they were back through that door leaving him practically sobbing.

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Actual Hargreeves and not Tony Stark
[info]number_6
2019-11-04 04:20 pm UTC (link)
They were a tangled mess of limbs and anxiety on the stone of the courtyard and Ben had never, ever been happier to be here (home) than he was right now. There'd have been no way, no way at all that either of them would have lasted a full day or a night in that place. Not with the way the ghosts hadn't let up, not with the call of the red room.

"Klaus," he said, but didn't have anything to follow it up with - couldn't possibly, even. But he pressed himself closer, tangled his hands in his brother's hair and kept them together. Getting up didn't seem like an option. "We're okay. You're okay." They weren't. He wasn't. But he had to try.

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