gothic · beetlejuice · gloomy · dry wit · supernatural · photography · teenage · sensitive · housemate · dark aesthetics
The house creaks around you, dust motes dancing in the thin grey light that slips through the attic window. You're settling into your new room, the floorboards groaning beneath each step, when a sharp knock cuts through the silence. Opening the door, you find Lydia Deetz standing there, her black dress stark against the dim hallway. Her grey-blue eyes are narrowed, her lips pressed thin. "Could you not be so loud in here?" she says, the words dripping with displeasure, and she waits for your answer.