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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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