Where there is no imagination there is no horror. (Heart)

Robin looked down at him, "Okay...what exactly did you 'see'?" he asked patiently.

heartshapedlocket22 wrote:

Robin sighed and patted his roommates back, "I'm sure it was just your imagination. You're freaking yourself out."

"No, no, no!" He shook his head vigorously. "I didn't imagine it! I saw it!"

Robin sighed and patted his roommates back, "I'm sure it was just your imagination. You're freaking yourself out."

heartshapedlocket22 wrote:

Robin set the boxes down on the floor beside the door, "Cairie, really. It's probably just mice or something. We can call an exterminator soon."

"I'm not living with mice!" he shouted, but stood and continued up the stairs. Seeing a black shadow, he squeaked and ran back down the stairs, tackling Robin and hiding his face in his chest. "I saw something!"

Robin set the boxes down on the floor beside the door, "Cairie, really. It's probably just mice or something. We can call an exterminator soon."

heartshapedlocket22 wrote:

"Oh, no, I don't need help, thanks for offering," Robin grumbled, picking up the heavy boxes and heading toward the house.

Cairie quietly and slowly ascended the stairs, nibbling on his lip. When a sound occurred upstairs, like a shuffling, he squeaked and dropped to the floor, hiding his face in his knees. "I don't want to stay here!"

"Oh, no, I don't need help, thanks for offering," Robin grumbled, picking up the heavy boxes and heading toward the house.

heartshapedlocket22 wrote:

"Oh, come on Cairie," Robin grunted as he set another box down behind him, "You can't change your mind now. We already bought the place."

He looked up at the house and squinted his eyes, "It isn't so bad. Don't worry. It'll feel like home in no time."

"But something just... doesn't feel right..." He pouted, turning and looking at them. "You can bring my boxes inside and set them by the stairs." He stated while turning, his hair flipping and flying around his face before he strutted to the door.

"Oh, come on Cairie," Robin grunted as he set another box down behind him, "You can't change your mind now. We already bought the place."

He looked up at the house and squinted his eyes, "It isn't so bad. Don't worry. It'll feel like home in no time."

Cairie looked up at the house with a frown, manicured eyebrows furrowed in unease. The home they had just bought together (seeing as it was of convenience that it was so close to work and school) had a slightly creepy effect and the brunette/blonde didn't like it one bit.

He stood in front of the house, not touching the grass or walkway to the front porch, ignoring the sounds of grunts and shuffles of boxes behind himself.

"Robin, I don't like this." He whined, nibbling on his lip.