Haunted Housing

[sliceitwithwind]

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.

Comments

[mitochondriaaya]

"...fine." Aya held up her hands too, then pushed the bag away with her foot. "Won't then. REMIND ME LATER." to ask Elsy. She didn't think she'd forget but!

FRET.

"So, we're cooking meat in a haunted brothel. What else are we suppose to do tonight that leaves me unwilling to tell others about it and/or crawling out of my skin?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Well...if you tell other people it'll mean they don't get to have the same experience. It'd, like, ruin it." Braig said, and this was logic that had held up as long as the tradition had.

"We could tell scary stories, if you want." Dilan mused, wiggling over to put his head on Aya's lap. So weird to have her bigger than him, but whatever. He could still eat on their level...more than usual, even! "I've got some good ones about student housing and class signups."

Their take on "scary stories" was a little different from most people's.

[mitochondriaaya]

She turned spits of meat then fell back into the natural 'pet the lap kitty' bit. It didn't matter that her knees were boney now, she still had a lap! "Well, you are right about that. I guess I won't tell people unless I'm getting tortured or something then." Because she wasn't going to make a promise without some limits!

"Oooo, yeah, I have to know about those things soon." So these stories were important? "And knowing how armed to be when I go..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"That's fair." the boys allowed with Braig adding, "You're way more important than any secret."

Dilan grinned at Braig, and Braig started in on horror stories about cramped dorm rooms, bad roommates (some of their friends have them), and getting all the wrong classes.