This happened when we first moved into the house we now live in here in Massachusetts, I was around 5 at the time. I can’t say when it started, but I had begun having a recurring nightmare that centered around my closet being some sort of portal. The door would open up and from this blue light, a set of twins would walk out holding hands, one boy one girl, and every time they asked the same thing. “Come play with us.” to which I declined, resulting in “Next time” and the door closing behind them.
Now if that wasn’t terrifying enough there were instances where I would leave my room knowing the closet door was shut, and return with it open to which I would immediately run out of the room. I thought for a while it might have been the wind, but it stopped happening about the same time the dreams did. For the next ten years I always had something in front of the door to make sure it wouldn’t open.
FYNK James: 7/10 This one’s unique in a super spooky way. Thanks for sharing the scares!
anyways you know how when you’re a Baby WLW and you have older female friends that are super cool and funny and beautiful and you almost have a little bit of a crush on them but it’s not serious and u know nothing’s gonna come of it but they kinda become someone to look up to and someone you can turn to for validation??
that’s how i imagine cass with vex and, to an extent, pike and keyleth too
Really excited for Sunday’s return premiere of Twin Peaks!!! So much so I did a closet cosplay of Cooper, one of my favorite characters of all time. I’ve been a big fan since I was very small, screaming internally that it’s so soon! Thanks to @su-wan for the inspiration to do so, she told me a while back to be him. Getting hype!!! 🍩👍
Hermione strode across hers and Ginny’s shared room at the burrow to the well used purple armchair in the corner. Harry, Ron, and Ginny had finally stopped arguing over quidditch plays and gone outside to test some out. She, naturally, had opted to go inside and read instead.
Hermione plucked her book off the side table and sunk into the chair, tucking her feet beneath her. The book was one of her favourites and it showed. The edges of the cover were curled and the pages well worn.
She had only made it through a couple of paragraphs before a charmed letter flew under her door at such a speed it swept pictures off the wall as it zipped past. The letter slowed and flipped repeatedly in front of Hermione as if trying to catch her already caught attention.
Hermione reached out and snached the letter out of the air and carefully opened it.
The letter was short and written in fast smudged writing. It read;
Please come to our room immediately. Bring your wand. Medical emergency. Need help.
~F & G”
Hermione stared at the letter. On one hand the twins could seriously be hurt and need help. On the other hand this could be a trap to prank her. She cautiously stepped over to the door and opened in a crack, listening for any sounds of mayhem. Hearing nothing, she opened the door slightly more and peaked out into the hall way. No nets, fogs, unknown containers, or redheads could be seen.
Hermione made up her mind. She stuck the letter in her back pocket, grabbed her wand off the bed where she had set it down, and half jogged down the hall to Fred and George’s room.
She slowed to a stop in front of their singed door. She waited a second more before knocking on the frame.
“DON’T COME IN!!!!” Two voices shouted back frantically, making Hermione jump.
“You asked me to come here!” Hermione yelled back in at them, pressing her ear to the door. “What’s going on in there?”
“It’s just Hermione!” One of them hissed. “She can help!”
“You sent the letter?!” The other replied.
“Of course I did! We’ve already tried every spell we know!”
“I don’t want her to see us like this!”
“Why not? She’s seen the aftermath of our experiments before!”
“You know why, shut up!”
“Just say you’re me.”
“Oh yeah, you’re right, that’ll totally work. EXCEPT THEN THERE’LL BE TWO OF YOU!”
“Then I’ll say I’m you.”
“That doesn’t solve the problem!”
“Look,” Hermione called, “do you want my help or not? Because I don’t like to be interrupted when I’m in the middle of reading.”
“Don’t open the door George!” Fred’s voice hissed at his brother.
The door swung open suddenly and what Hermione saw made her mouth drop open in amused surprise.
There stood the Weasley twins, one looking rather more embarrassed then the other, absolutely covered head to toe in glitter.
“Wow.” Was all Hermione could manage without bursting into a fit of laughter.
“It’s not funny!” George exclaimed.
“Oh it is funny,” Hermione giggled, “but in what world is this a medical emergency?”
“In the world where there’s glitter in my eyes!” Fred insisted, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Are you going to help or are you just going to stand there and laugh at us?”
“I think I’ll do a bit of both.” Hermione teased him.
George laughed, earning himself a very pointed glare from Fred whose cheeks burned as red as his hair.
“Okay,” Hermione collected herself, still smiling, “it’s really quite simple, we just need some mandrake root, gilly juice, water, and a caldron.”
The twins ran to their closet and began frantically rummaging through the boxes of ingredients.
Hermione giggled at the twins desperation to get unglitterbombed. ‘Fred sure looks cute when he’s blushing’ she thought to herself.
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