I know you're dealing with a lot right now, but I need to ask you something. Something about my future.

Might I inquire if the house has ever killed someone, though instead of reporting them as 'Terminated' or removing them from the house, keeps them as a ghost?

...Something is NOT right here. What the fuck?

[*To ghosts or the dead, if you classify yourself as that.]
Hello? I've walked nearly into five people just now and you lot ignored me. I know I'm not the coolest person in the house, but come on, that's just hurtful. I'm not a ghost invisible for fuck's sake.

[After slowly making his way back to their room, Mitchell just stands in the doorway, shirtless and vaguely smelling of the kerosene from the others with a look on his face halfway between numb and pained as his bloodlust starts to return on top of everything else] ...Annie?

Mitchell's gone home.

[After returning to their room, staring at the wall] I don't know how much longer I can do this without cracking, Annie.

Oh, well I thought our new house was rubbish. What is this? Is this what Purgatory looks like? Did I die? How did that happen? I would have at least liked for this to look a little nicer after everything. No wonder Annie wanted out. Excuse me, hello?

[Only supernatural/non-human characters can see this transmission. Even then, it's grainy, the sound distorted.]

Can you see me? Can you hear me? I'm here. I've [the sound cuts] been here. Please, anyone...

[After this.]

Mitchell? Mitchell, something's wrong. I can't - It's pulling me away. No, I want to stay. It's not my time. I didn't choose this! Oh, God. Mitchell? Mitchell!!!

[Annie has officially disappeared, unable to be seen by both humans and supernatural people alike.]

...This is some sick joke, right? Being human for a day? It'll just make me like, look my age or something.

Oh good. Here I was missing the living hell that is my life. I'm so glad I'm back in this house. The past two weeks were clearly too fantastic, I definitely needed to be brought back to this dump. Good. Great.

Fuck you, TPTB. Fuck you and your bullshit attempts to make up for killing my whole fucking family and pretty much all of my friends. You can take your "creation" jack-off cream and shove it up your fucking ass, how about that? I really hope you're reading, you sick fucks.

Kate, if you need me just don't need me, all right? you know how to find me.

[delayed edit]

...I don't buy it. It was too long. You want me to believe you — and you all know who you are — you better prove it because I'm starting to think I'm going fucking crazy and

[Annie]

I didn't see you on the slideshow thing Are you still here? I found a damn bar that serves blood. No good to me, but...kind of disturbing.

Elise?

Where are you? Your dad and I need you to check in.



Has anybody seen Elise?

Mitchell? Oh, God... I can-I can feel my heart beating... My skin is warm to the touch...I think I'm alive.

Mitchell, I'm alive.

Uh...what?

[Annie]
Not just me seeing this, right?

Hey, thank you for trying to help me when I swapped with Jane Eyre. It wasn't me, but I appreciate that you took the time to try.

Uh, so I was in my room trying to find something I'd put in here and there's definitely a chair that wasn't here before. I mean, there's a lot of chairs in here, but this one's like bright red and gold so I'd have noticed it before. Do things appear and disappear often? Because that's really gonna make life difficult when I'm trying to grow grass in here. It might get squished.