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Let me clarify: I used to not believe in ghosts. now, I'm not so sure
Like any normal person, I'm scared of the dark, since, y'know, ax murderers, creepy kidnappers, and not to mention, zombies (which definitely do not count as ghosts, I tell you!). Most people are afraid of that stuff, but don't really believe in it.
Well, over the past two years I have lived in my house, I have come to the conclusion that my house (or at the very least, my basement) is unequivocally haunted.
Let me give you a layout of the setting of all these creepy occurrences. Of course, it wouldn't be a horror story if it didn't happen in a basement, am I right? So, anyways, the stairs to the basement basically lead you to a wall, where you can take a left or a right. The right will lead you into our cluttered storage room (which is not important in this story) and the left will take you to the main basement. There's a small family area with a large, ancient TV flanked by two bookshelves which are parts of the wall. A large L-shaped couch is set up in front of it, with a round ottoman sitting in the middle.
Behind this, we have my sister's and my little area. Two comfy seats, two beanbags, one TV with a WiiU (I know, I'm totally lame), and a drawing area. Next to our little area is the bar, though we don't use it explicitly for that purpose, of course. It's more of a hey-we-are-going-to-need-this-soon-but-don't-want-to-leave-it-laying-around-in-the-open kind of space. Our printer/scanner is also there. Directly over the counter where the printer is located, there is a small space between the Wii-U TV and the door to the bathroom, which everyone hates, since the floor is always cold, and it always seems to have a small infestation of centipedes/spiders. Delightful, I know.

Anywho, the first story:
Whispers and Red Stuff
My sister and I were downstairs, both of us feeling creeped out. I know it's a cliche to feel scared just before something spooky happens, but I have discovered how true this trope is. I was printing out my summer math packet, and my little sister was downstairs with me because I have been scared of going in the basement alone since her friends tried to curse the bathroom with the Bloody Mary curse (oh, yeah, forgot to mention that. They didn't do it right, mind you).
Anyways, I'm sitting there, printing my 16+ page math packet while my sister pokes around at the art table. I'm almost done, finishing up on the last four to five pages, when my sister says, "Uh... Lucy...?" (my real name whoops)
"Yeah, T?"
"Look at this." The way she says it, I know that she found something strange.
She comes over, and in her hand is the head of one of her old projects.
Let me explain this really quickly. This 'project' was part of one of her book reports. She had to make a clay model of her favorite character. On the day that the teacher handed back the models, she was absent, and I had to bring it back. On the bus ride home, it kinda fell apart. So, it wasn't scary that it was only the head of her model.
The scary part was that there was something that looked an awful lot like blood all over the part where the neck would have been.
We both stared at each other, and I tried to come up with some good explanations as to how that happened. I couldn't come up with anything.
As I was grabbing the still-warm pages from the printer, my sister and I both froze. Whispers coursed through the air, and fear filled my mind. She and I, without so much as a glance at each other, sprinted out of there like we were being chased by the devil himself, thundering up the stairs faster than I think I've ever run before.
When we got out of reach of the "demon's" clutches, we quickly realized that the 'whispers' was actually my phone--I had left it playing music upstairs, and it was soft enough from downstairs to be mistaken for the quiet whispering of the dead.
I still couldn't come up with an explanation for the red stuff, though.
Story two:
The Reaching Hand
This actually didn't happen to me, but my sister. However, she's told me the story so many times that I think I can describe it accurately to you...
She and her friends were having a party downstairs, in the living space. Both of her friends brought their phones (I mean, this is the 21st century). One set up her phone to her flashlight, setting it in the annoying flash-darkness-flash-darkness setting that mimicked a strobe light. The other set up music. Basically, they had a dance party in the basement.
My sister was dancing, when she glanced at the bathroom door. A black, shadowy hand snaked out, pulling the door shut. Terrified, she told her friends that she was too tired to dance, and she sat down on the couch, unable to process what she just saw. Later, she said that it was probably just a hallucination caused by the flashing lights, but she didn't seem too sure...
The third and final story.
The Wraith
This happened to me today. It might feel like the least scary, but to me, it was terrifying, just because I was only a few feet away from what I saw.
I was scanning in some of my traditional art work to compile a Sta.sh folder of examples (I only ended up scanning in just three, because it was my first time, and I messed up. After that, I got in three, and then had this experience, decided I'm not going to be that idiot in the horror movie that stays where the paranormal activity occurs, and walked away), so I was in the bar area. My sketchbook is a little bulky, so scanning these drawings in was slow progress, especially since my first five or so I didn't realize I was scanning in as PDFs, not JPGs.
Anyways, I was staring at my computer, when, at the top of my vision, I saw one of my sisters walk silently past, headed towards the supposedly haunted bathroom. I glanced up to see which one it was, but there was no one there. Instantly, I was a little freaked out. At first, I wanted to stay down a bit longer to scan a few more drawings in, but I ultimately decided that I was too spooked to do so, so I left.

You can chalk these stories up to anything. You can agree that, yes, my basement is 100% haunted, or you could agree with these explanations.
Story One) For the red stuff, I literally realized this I was typing it up. It happened again, with an orange rabbit piece for a board game that my little sister and I made. It was covered in a sticky red substance, everywhere.
When we make our orange clay, since we don't buy the sets of multi-color clay, just the cheap white ones, we dye it using our markers. My sister's figurine was, you guessed it, dyed with orange marker. Perhaps the marker condensed where the glue once was, creating a light red, sticky substance.
Of course, the whispers just came from my phone, as was previously explained.
Story Two) Flickering lights are known to cause headaches, seizures, and hallucinations. That coupled with the fact that she and I both associate that bathroom with terrifying curses, this incident could be chalked up to an illusion.
Story Three) I was staring at a screen, and I saw it out of the corner of my eye. It could have been anything, a trick of the light, a passing shadow thrown in by a window, or, like my sister, I could have hallucinated it.

One thing's certain though:

I definitely believe in ghosts now.

Name: Elliot "Ellie" Tolls
Age: 17 // true age: 607
Element: Earth
Sex: Female
Pref. Gender: Also female
Appearance: Small, only about 5'4", and curvy. Her skin is a dark, (milk) chocolate color and her hair is an untame-able mass of black curls, which only reaches the lobe of her ears. When she's not in her uniform's heavy coat and equally heavy clothing, she's wearing a soft, cerulean hoodie, with fuzz in the hood. She also wears either jean shorts or sweat pants. Her footwear tends to be on the clunky side.
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(elemental)>>>Tall, surprisingly willowy, with fine features. Dark skin, and short, close-cropped hair. Unable to discern if they are female or male.
Enrolled in school for: Mechanics!
Personality: A little shy at first, but quickly warms up to those she meets. When she talks about her machines, she becomes animated, gesturing wildly and grinning widely. She's a little innocent, but catches on quickly.
Her intelligence is a little below average, often needing to go to a few upperclassmen for help with construction, but her imagination is boundless. In a little notebook hidden under a loose floorboard in her dorm, she has designs for steampunk creatures such as firefly lamps that will act as a hovering source of light and her guide dogs, which can respond to commands and will show visitors around campus. When she shows people the drawings, they generally seem impressed, and she glows in their pride. However, she quickly grows embarrassed when they ask how she would make such a robot function, since she can't supply an answer.
Also might be a tad bit cowardly.
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(elemental)>>>The Earth elemental's personality is hard to pinpoint, since they slip into characters so easily. They've been a simple merchant, a rich and prodigious bard, and, in their last life, a potter who was widely renowned as being insane. Simply, their personality is whatever they decide it is, and that's that.
Brief History: Average history, nothing too major. Sister of two brothers, followed in her mother's footsteps yadda yadda yadda. Had quite a cushy life, has never seen anything too gruesome. She was invited to the school when she was eleven, after she showed off a few of her steampunk sketches to her friends, who, in turn, told their parents. Upon hearing that unusual tidbit, as any citizen of the kingdom would do, they decided to invite Elliot over to take a look at her drawings. Before she could "Look!", she was enrolling in the school.
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(elemental)>>>The soul of the elemental who possesses Elliot is older than the race of humans. They have been around for longer than they care to admit, and find solace in living in a persona. Elliot is the fourth human they have possessed. The last one... didn't turn out so well. The soul was strong enough to survive possession, and living that life was more taxing than rewarding.
Relationship w/ Elemental: There's not really a relationship, per se. The earth elemental that controls Elliot has been Elliot since the moment she was born. Elliot's soul was weak, and unable to cope with the sudden appearance of another soul and was forced out of the body. There is no remains of Elliot's original soul.

Name: Evangeline "Evie" Wynn

Age: 16

Element: Air. She and Ara share a body but they have a pretty tame relationship.

Appearance: (In addition to the image) Evie stands at 5"6 and always keeps her goggles in reach. When not wearing her pajamas or school clothing, Evie tends to wear the most comfortable thing she has in her closet, which is usually her brown button jacket, some baggy pants--not without her utility belt, of course--her worn-out combat boots, and a dark-colored scarf.

Enrolled in school for: Both, although she shows a bit more interest in mechanics.

Personality: Evie is rather spunky and outgoing. She's an optimist and stubborn to the bone, which is both a good and a bad thing. She holds strong opinions but they're usually justified. Evie is a bit reckless and inattentive--she likes to call herself a "risk-taker" anyway--and makes terribly bold statements and decisions. She's very passionate about weaponry.
While Evie is energetic and excited towards everything, weaponry will always hold a special place in her heart.
Evie enjoys socializing, but she is brutally honest and tends to unintentionally hurt people around her with her words. She's a bit innocent and oblivious, which doesn't always go well on her end. Evie is mildly sarcastic tries her best to hold back. She's very sensitive and is, in general, a good friend to others. She's slowly starting to make more rational decisions, because of Ara and can be a little bit protective of those around her. She is rather naive.

Brief History: Evie grew up with a single father who took great pride in his weapons and combat skills. He had graduated from the school of weaponry and, while open to whatever Evie wanted, was thrilled when she took an interest in weaponry. Evie's father, after years of begging, taught her the basics of self-defense--or, at least, a responsible amount for an eight-year-old. Besides that, Evie led a very tame and happy life with her father until she turned ten, to which she eagerly enrolled in the school of weaponry with the help of her father's ties.

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Name: Ara

Age: 302

Element: Air. Possesses Evie.

Appearance: Ara shares an appearance with Evie and, because of this, looks like her. She occasionally shows up in Evie's lucid dreams and has the appearance of a young, long-haired girl, but her features are a bit foggy and undistinguishable.

Enrolled in school for: She tends to stay silent during school hours since most of her passion is in her element. She pays attention sometimes during combat classes, though.

Personality: Ara is a sweetheart. She is a tad bit bashful but she wouldn't quite call herself shy, although she rarely has to talk to anyone besides Evie. She likes it that way since she's never been the best at conversation. Ara is terribly innocent and childish, but her moral compass controls her actions, unlike Evie. Ara is wise and logical, despite her personality, and quite rarely will help Evie in decision-making.
She is terribly quiet and goes into a "sleep mode" for most of the day, so she isn't in Evie's head most of the time. She only takes control of Evie's body with permission and the two have a rather healthy relationship, as long as Evie agrees to use her elemental abilities whenever Ara wants her to. Dancing along in the wind is good enough for her. Ara is actually rather strong and has the ability to overpower Evie if she wanted to, but she only does it when Evie truly steps out of hand.

Brief History: Unspoken of.