sliceitwithwind | Haunted Housing

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Haunted Housing

In any given town there is always at least one house with a Certain Reputation. In the case of their town the house had two reputations, making it an excellent place for teenagers of all kinds to go hang out.

Yup, the local abandoned house was a haunted brothel. Drab on the outside, but the tales of the inner furnishings promised over-abundant decadence, and it was something of a rite of passage to go there. Break in during the day for hanky-panky, stay overnight for courage.

The brothel had been abandoned a good thirty years before, but nobody could ever figure out, through the tangle of legal red tape, who even had the right to tear it down. So it sat out on the inland edges of town.

Which is of course why Braig decided that since he and Dilan were back from college for the first break, they needed to drag Aya along to the haunted brothel as a bonding activity to make sure she knew that they still were a trio.

Cue camping gear, dusk, and Dilan giggling nervously.

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Species and age, yup.

"You list her by name. I mean, all the teachers from here know her!"

Species, age, and experience remodeling!

"Not all of the teachers are form here though! Do the teachers drag new teachers out here like we get to do when people turn fourteen?" It would be really weird to come up one day and run into a group of teachers camping!

"Hm. Probably the best way of dealing with it."

"I bet that's weird for them." Aya laughed, nudging open the door with her foot so they could sidle in. "Can you imagine Mr. Wathrop's face?!"

"Yeahhhh." Dilan says, grinning, "I bet it was awesome."

"I bet his brain popped for a while." She didn't think Mr. Wathrop would adjust to things like that well. "Remember hwo jumpy he was at orientation assembling a while back?" She was willing to bet he'd met a ghost that summer!

"Here we are! What did we bring for food?"

"That might have been the year he met her." Dilan agreed, piling wood up on his arms and heading back towards the room they'd picked out.

"Oh, the usual for camping. You know."

"Meat and fruit?" Aya teased. Their camping wasn't exactly normally by the standards of most people! Especially given that Dilan had to make muffins in the morning too, so the menu got complicated. "I bet it'll be great anyway. You're a good cook." She dumped the wood in a corner by the fireplace and looked around, trying to see if Braig was back down yet.

"Did I tell you they made us make chocolate milk in home ec? I mean, come on, graded on measuring chocolate powder??"

"And chocolate, marshmallows, and gram crackers." he agreed, sticking his tongue out at her. And I'm an awesome cook." Dilan knelt at the fireplace and started getting the fire going.

"Dude, really? Man, I should have taken home ec with you instead of with Dilan." Braig said, coming out of the shadows at the other end of the room, brandishing a broom. The floor didn't look much better, but he'd obviously given it a go.

"I didn't know that quiche would skew the curve!"

"All the better foods." Aya laughed, starting to shift the tables and such to the sides so there would be room to set up an actual camp. "We can roast some apples over the fire too, there's an old apple tree outside!"

Quiche? "The teacher let you get away with that? she hovered over us, making sure we didn't change any ingredients and stuff."

"Meh, you weirdoes." Dilan, sugar, never shall he understand.

"Dilan just kind of did it." Braig explained, "She could only stop him if she hurt him."

"Hey, you're the one with alien taste buds and stuff!" Aya countered, poking Dilan's back with her foot as she moved things. Oh yeah, lots of dust.

"Just...did it? And she had the ingredients there to use in the fridges and stuff?"

"Am not!" Dilan grumped, taking the broom away from Braig and starting in with a vengeance.

"Yup. It was, like, amazing."

"Are too!" Aya countered "But that's alright, I like fruit too so it's not that weird." And it made Halloween hauls interesting!

"I bet. She didn't even let us use the oven part, just the stove top for pancakes. From mix. Dumbest required class ever."

"Yeah, yeah." Dilan grumbled.

Braig snorted and said, "Dude, you've seen Dilan in one of his moods."

Aya reached out to tweak one of Dilan's dreads, teasing as she moved the last chair into the careful stacks against the wall. She was surprised none of them had fallen apart when she touched them! "Yeah, I've seen him." She agreed. "Maybe that's why the teacher is so paranoid now? Kitchen magic only happens once well?"

"Maybe." Dilan said with a shrug, "But it was awesome when I was done."

Braig got himself out of the way; too lazy to help unless pushed.

"It usually is awesome." Aya admitted cheerfully. "That's why you're allowed in the kitchen all the time."

Uh-oh, Braig was doing the too cool to work thing wasn't he? Well, it was time to poke him! "Hey, Braig, you've have more chemistry...what's in the bottles here?"

"That and because Braig can't cook for shit." Dilan agreed, laughing.

Braig looked around and said, "Mostly just coloured water. It used to be alcohol, but not any more. Too long ago, you know?"

"Well, yeah, it takes effort you know?" Aya teased, failing to imitate Braig's voice perfectly, but close!

"I thought alcohol was suppose to age though?" Aya poked at one of the bottles, watching the thick sludge in it rock back and forth slowly. "Like hundred year old wines and stuff?" They had seen some of those, at the fancy parties they went to with Braig's parents.

Braig tossed a dust-rag at her head for the imitation.

"Yeah, but they have to be stored right for that."

She had the sense to duck, letting the rag fly off into parts unknown.

"Oh, so, not in glass?" She poked another bottle and watched something, maybe a bug, float around. "Should we get the sleeping bags set up Braig? Since Dilan is sweeping and cooking?"

"Yeah, let's do that." Braig agreed, ignoring the question that he had no good answer for. "And, like, start getting the food organised for him."

"Right." Aya nodded and looked around, trying to remember where they'd dropped their gear. "Hey, we didn't bring a cooler. Do we have any kind of meat or should we run out real quick?"

"I'm going to hunt later!" Dilan chirped at her, flashing a sharp grin, "Do you want deer, or rabbits?"

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