The wind hollowed, whistling through the trees, making the night musically haunting.
The air crisp, the trees spindly arms bare, looking to grab you as you walk by.
The mood was perfectly set inside as well, the lights dim, candles all around, the scent of cinnamon in the air…
“Spiriiiiiiitts! Come and say helloOoOoOoOoooo!”
“What was that?” Martin just cocks his eyebrow at Arthur, fingers drumming against the planchette.
“You’re not going to get any spooks and goblins in here with that tone, Arthur,” Douglas chimes in, finger drawing lazily on the teardrop shaped device, “It may be offensive to them.” Douglas adds, slight smirk alight.
“C-Can we just stop this? I thought we were just going to watch spooky movies, supper, and, and do your apple bobbing thing.” Martin flushes, fingers tapping slightly more rapidly, noting the towel turban Arthur had made coming a bit undone.
“Scared that we’ll wake a demon?” Douglas chuckles, Martin glaring as best as he could.
“Aw, is that true, Skip? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you against the unknown.” He grins in his Arthur way as he gives Martin a quick kiss on his hand, Martin not helping but smiling at Arthur’s proposal.
“Any luck with the ghosties?” Herc pops in unceremoniously from the kitchen, plopping back in his seat at the dining room table.
“Any luck in having a quick snog with your wife?” Douglas cocks his eyebrow at Herc, he just simply winking back.
“I just think that this is silly. We could be watching something, something fun! Instead we’re wasting our time on this silly oujia board and and… Scaring Snoopadoop!” He lamely adds, not wanting to admit he was just a little on edge from this whole thing.
“Yes, she seems terrified.” Douglas snorts at the dog lazily napping at his feet.
“Absolutely in shock.” Herc adds, smiling at the dog.
“How about we try once more? It’s a Halloween party, we have to have some sort of spooky thing happen,” Arthur suggests, adjusting his turban, “But maybe Douglas can try, since his voice would probably conjure up more ghosts.” Arthur excitedly says, looking to Douglas with a hopeful smile.
He theatrically sighs, “Do I have to wear the towel?”
“No, I rather like it.”
“Oh, alright,” He secures his fingers more solidly on the planchette, everyone doing the same, focusing on the board,
“Anyone we’d like to contact?” He jokes.
“Well,” Arthur speaks up, “How about Mr. Leeman?”
Douglas looks almost shocked, nodding slightly at the request.
They move the planchette around the board, Douglas, almost in a bored tone speaks,
“Mr. Leeman? Contacting Mr. Leeman, your seat is ready.”
“Douglas!” Martin lightly scolds, Herc just smiling and shaking his head.
“Is anyone there?” Douglas continues, “We’re trying to reach Mr. Leeman, but it seems his service has been cut.”
Martin couldn’t help but smile at that one.
But the smile is soon wiped away at the planchette moving.
Moving toward ’Yes’.
“Douglas, stop moving it.” Martin says.
“I’m not moving it, Herc’s moving it.” He says back.
It soon moves toward the ’G’ . . Then slowly to the ’E’, and even more slowly to the ’R’.
“Okay, just stop it, Douglas.” He was convinced his first officer had to be moving it.
“It’s not me! I-”
They all shout, jumping at the sudden surprisingly boom of Carolyn’s voice in the silent, still room.
“Oh good Lord.” Carolyn just comments, looking at the scene of four grown men looking to be near scared out of their trousers, “When you’re done being scared of a toy from the shops; dinner is ready. Arthur, dear, come pick a movie for us.”
“Yes, mum.” He smiles, looking to not be at all fazed by what happened, Herc and Douglas following after Carolyn into the kitchen.
So he sticks around, waiting for Martin to gather he bearings, nearly lifting him from his seat so as to hold him as tight as he could.
“I’m sorry if that was too scary for you, love.” Arthur murmurs against his neck, giving him a light peck as he pulls slightly away, “It’s just a game. I thought it’d be fun.” He smiles sheepishly, swiping the turban off his head, lopping it over to a chair.
“No, it’s fine. It’s just… It was a bit spooky, I’ll admit.” He smiles at his partner, Arthur grinning right back, kissing him soundly before they made their way to the kitchen…
Not noticing a strange shadow against the wall that seemed to be coming from nowhere…
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Fandot Creativity: Prompt - Shadow and/or Movies.
Spoooooky. UwU ❤ ❤ ❤
But yah. I may tweak this one later.
Carla ❤ ❤ ❤