Noah’s still feeling mildly ill after that attack of social anxiety but fortunately it seems the Haunted Mansion is just full of distractions. If he wasn’t in a hurry to find Cameron, Noah might stop and gape over this latest tidbit of information he has to put up with, but since time is of the essence he multitasks by walking and gaping.
“...And do we have to talk to this Ms. Hatchaway?” Noah is fully expecting the answer to be “Yes,” but hope springeth eternal, even as he heads up into a creepy-as-fuck attic and takes a look around.
And ohhhh he does not like this place, it looks like the sort of place where a machete wielding maniac will jump out of a wardrobe once you’re too far in to easily find the exit. And when did the sound of his heartbeat get so loud? Or is it… something within the attic making the sound? Noah’s eyes dart back and forth in a feeble attempt to figure out the source of the sound, before landing on the portrait.
There’s something weird looking about the people in it, and Noah’s not sure if it’s just the nature of old photographs or if it’s the unsettling truth he’s been told about it. But before he can mull it over much, the groom’s head disappears. Noah gasps, sounding far too loud to his own ears, and jerks back. Once he hears the Host, Noah hurries in the direction of the man’s voice.
“As in here, in this attic, or just. More ghosts?” Noah whispers.
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Date: 2019-01-10 06:57 pm (UTC)“...And do we have to talk to this Ms. Hatchaway?” Noah is fully expecting the answer to be “Yes,” but hope springeth eternal, even as he heads up into a creepy-as-fuck attic and takes a look around.
And ohhhh he does not like this place, it looks like the sort of place where a machete wielding maniac will jump out of a wardrobe once you’re too far in to easily find the exit. And when did the sound of his heartbeat get so loud? Or is it… something within the attic making the sound? Noah’s eyes dart back and forth in a feeble attempt to figure out the source of the sound, before landing on the portrait.
There’s something weird looking about the people in it, and Noah’s not sure if it’s just the nature of old photographs or if it’s the unsettling truth he’s been told about it. But before he can mull it over much, the groom’s head disappears. Noah gasps, sounding far too loud to his own ears, and jerks back. Once he hears the Host, Noah hurries in the direction of the man’s voice.
“As in here, in this attic, or just. More ghosts?” Noah whispers.