and that makes me a liar


My neighbors are quiet people.  I rarely see them, but when I do there’s always a friendly wave or a warm smile.  We almost never interact, so when they asked me over for dinner I was a little surprised.  And truthfully a little uncomfortable - I had gotten used to our somewhat antisocial relationship.  I had grown accustomed to our distance.  I’m a bad liar, so it was easier to say yes than to make up some excuse. They told me the night and the time and I told them I would be looking forward to it.  

I’ll admit that I had a very nice time.  We didn’t say much during dinner, but I felt welcome, comfortable, and relaxed.  Closer to 8:00, I noticed they had begun glancing at a clock on the wall.  Often, and with great discomfort.  And then with a palpable panic.

They feigned reassurance when I asked about their change in demeanor. They both attempted to explain their behavior in overlapping dialogue.  I found this particularly unsettling.  Over their frantic words, I announced my appreciation for their hospitality and began to stand.

But then he asked, “Do you believe in ghosts?”

I was startled by the question and very uncomfortable.  I wanted to leave. Badly.  I answered his question and told him that I had an open mind to such things.  And he asked me to sit.  He told me that he and his wife have had experiences.  He said that their house had a presence…a ghost.  He said that it came often.  Every night in fact.  He said it started in a corner of the basement, came up the stairs, opened the cellar door, and walked through the living room, into the dining room, and through the furthest wall.  He pointed at the wall next to where I was sitting.

I realized this was the purpose of the invitation.  They wanted a witness.  Needed one.  I could only think of two questions:  What does it look like?  and When does it happen?  

He answered my last question first:  At 8:18.  Every single night.
We looked at the clock on the wall - 8:12.

Then he answered my first question:  We don’t know what it looks like.

When I asked him to explain, he told me they had both been unable to look at the presence.  He said he and his wife have tried all these years, but can’t.  I found this absurd.  And the entire story, which I had actually begun to believe was now either a hoax, a distasteful joke, or a delusion of two very disturbed people.  I pushed back my chair and stood.

A noise.  From under our feet, in the basement.  They looked down at their plates.  I looked at the clock - 8:18.

I could hear deep slow labored footsteps.  They sounded miles beneath us, but I knew that wasn’t the case.  And then I felt the vibration.  A sickening wave of a nauseating low hum forced me hard into my chair, my legs and knees weak and useless.  I could hear the basement stairs creaking underneath a massive shifting weight.  I wiped cold sweat from my face.  The nausea was unlike anything I had ever felt.  I heard the knob of the cellar door be gripped, and then turned.  Slowly.  The door began to open.  The vertical crack of darkness from the creaking door seemed to release an even more intense low frequency hum.  I tried to stare into the darkness, to see.  To see IT.

But the putrid vibration was overwhelming.  My body contracted.  My legs and arms were drawn inward.  My entire body gripped the chair.  I could feel the muscles of my face contorting, and my eyes, as much as I fought to keep them open, closed.  Tight.

I could hear It.  Moving across the wood beams of the living room floor. They seemed to be groaning and splitting.  The sickening waves of vibration seemed to rattle every loose object in the house.  I wanted to cover my ears, but the piercing hum kept me frozen in place.  I tried to scream out, but the muscles of my jaw refused.  So I listened to it, coming closer and closer.  Ripples and waves of the sickening sound covered me.  I felt myself on the verge of fainting.  And I welcomed it.

But then It was gone.  I opened my eyes.  Just the three of us, in a quiet undisturbed house.  Nothing seemed out of place.  Except for the open cellar door.

That was three months ago.  We haven’t spoken since.  And each night, despite making every effort to be busy or out of my house altogether, I find myself standing at the window which faces their house.  Looking out across our ordinary lawns.  Staring at that wall.  At 8:18. 

anonymous asked:

Why do you tease poor Saihara so much?

Isn’t it obvious anon-chan

it’s because it’s fun~ Nishishi~

Okay listen up~ Everyone has a reaction to lies and pranks, some people get angry and some get upset, those are the standard two, most people fall under these categories and I find those people absolutely boring~ Nishishi

You see, Saihara-chan reacts a little differently, sometimes he’s shocked or surprised even though I did tell him that ‘I am a liar’ and other times….he looks a bit curious, being a detective make him naturally seek out the truth from my lies however since he lacks confidence it’s a bit harder for him, don’t get me wrong, most of his deductions are right, I just tell him he’s wrong and tell more lies just to watch him get flustered over nothing~ Nishishi

Saihara-chan isn’t boring at all~


“Thanks for coming with me.”

Y/N was out of breath after running for a mile straight.

“I’m sorry for making you wait. Did you stand for long?”

Jinyoung had waited for almost over half an hour, but seeing Y/N’s condition he decided to drop it.

“No. Actually I arrived just now too.”

“You know that you’re a very bad liar?”

Jinyoung rubbed the back of his head as his lips broke into a wide grin.

“I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Her reply sounded more sarcastic than grateful.

He was sharp enough to pick up her tone.
“Look whose talking.”

Mianhae” Y/N’s lips curled into the sweetest innocent smile.

Jinyoung’s face flushed all the way to his neck. His mouth fumbled for words to say next.

“I…. I…..”-

“Cmon now, we’re wasting even more time here by arguing like this.”

Y/N firmly caught Jinyoung’s hand and pulled him inside the mall.


“How about we make a custom collar? Like this one with shiny stone alphabets.”

“That one looks expensive.”

“Wait let me ask.”

Y/N stretched over the counter.

“Excuse me sir.”

“Yes?” A man in his late thirties replied.

“How much is this dog collar?”

“Ah that one is custom, the collar alone cost 63000 won. And the stone alphabets cost 11,500 won.”

“Thankyou.” She turned towards Jinyoung. “So?”

“That sounds reasonable, although a little expensive for a dog.”

“For godsake you’re an idol.”

The young man smiled goofily.

“I’m just saying.” He chuckled. “Excuse me sir, can you pack this collar along with two C’s and two O’s?”


“You got a good deal.” Y/N said as she licked her chocolate ice cream. “Oooooo brain freeze.”

“Oi, be care careful. What’s the hurry?”

“Ahhh Jinyoung being the mom.”

“Stop that already. Anyway what will you get for coco?”

“I bought her a perfume while you were in the restroom.”


“Yes, Marc Jacobs’s Daisy.” She did a fancy gesture with her shoulder and pouted her lips, as she showed him off the gift bag.

Jinyoung broke into a genuine laughter.

“What?! If you guys can apply makeup, surely Coco can put perfume too.”

His hands were already clutching his tummy by now.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Sometimes you surprise me so suddenly.”

“We’ve known each other for only 6 months now. Surely you don’t know the half of me.” Y/N scoffed.

“Now c'mon don’t get angry, sorry. I’m sure Coco will love it.”

“Achoooo…. it’s so cold.” Y/N hugged herself for warmth.

“Where’s you’re coat?”

“Actually by the time my got over work, I realised that I was late for our meeting, so in a hurry while leaving the lab I forgot my coat.”

Without uttering a word for reply, Jinyoung opened his coat and put it on Y/N.

“What? Wha”-

He didn’t let her protest.

“I’m sorry for causing you trouble. I’d have asked others but everyone was busy with something. Anyway, you’re not even wearing a warm top. It’s just a shirt. I don’t want you to get sick because of me. And plus I’m wearing a warm sweatshirt so please don’t worry about me. Okay?”

“Jin…. Young…..” Y/N was taken aback. She thought she felt little butterflies floating in her stomach and her cheeks heated up a bit too.

“Cmon let’s leave now, it’s getting late.”

“Wait !”

Jinyoung who had already started walking in the other direction turned around to face Y/N.

She started fiddling with her bag immediately and it took her sometime before she finally pulled out a muffler.

Closing the distance between herself and Jinyoung, Y/N then wrapped the warm wollen cloth around his neck, tugging the lose ends within his sweatshirt.

“There you go. Now no part of your body is vulnerable to the cold outside.”

Jinyoung could feel his heart beat faster. It scared him to think that Y/N may have heard the wild thumping of his chest. By the end of it all he was feeling very conflicted and confused. He did not want to accept the fact that he was starting to like her, he had his reasons. Of course it wasn’t the first time he was feeling something like his but he knew that it wouldn’t be his last either.

sonofsigyn  asked:

hi there! sorry for asking so suddenly, but i'm a son of sigyn and i feel very very connected to her in all ways. i feel like i know things about her that was lost, since there's not much about her out there anymore. do you think it is wrong or weird to feel this? there's just so much out there that we are missing about her and it makes me feel lost. thanks x

So, full disclosure, I do not work with any deities. That being said, I don’t think it’s wrong or weird. It makes sense to me that if you are connected with a deity that isn’t well known that you would know more about them than the rest of society and have a feel for them. …You will probably face some pushback if you start to post what you know about her via your relationship though, just because there are a lot of skeptics due to liars and stuff, you know? I don’t think this should deter you if you feel like sharing, but in your place I would put an active disclaimer on how you learned this about them and be prepared for rude people. If you’d rather keep your relationship private that is absolutely valid too. I hope this kind of answered your question ok!

megandlillyeve  asked:

Just wanted to wish you all the best for your first week at university next week, I know how nervous the first week can make you feel. Hope you enjoy your time at university it goes so quickly (I am about to start my final year thankfully I've had pretty little liars to help get me through),and such a crazy ride, sometimes you will love it like watching season four of pretty little liars and other times it's more like watching season 5! Your degree sounds so interesting!

Awww this is so nice. I very rarely talk about this stuff so the fact you remember, is amazing. Thanks so much for this message <3

I start tomorrow! I am very nervous but at the same time, I’m excited to just have something to do with my life - I’ve been off since November last year! I agree that PLL has been that one thing lurking in the background that I can always fall back on when I need to, and that’s been awesome. (I’ll mention this in my ‘what PLL means to me’ post on the series finale date.) You’re in your final year.. wow. Good on you! Here in Australia, there’s a statistic whereby 2 in 3 people do NOT finish their degree that they started. Of course I’ll aim to be that 1 in 3 that will finish it; that’ll be determined if I like teaching and psychology. I think I will, I’ve always had a passion for engaging and helping other people and sharing my knowledge (perhaps that’s why I’ve had this Tumblr for so long!)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.