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everythingbutcoffeeshopsIt's nice and spooky when Caroline pulls up in front of the house. Overcast and a little chilly. Just enough breeze to rustle all the ominous trees. It sets off the big haunted-looking rundown house nicely. You know. It's got a good mood going.
Which Caroline is going to need, because her passel of roommates are already annoying her. The really aggressively hetero couple are being twee in the yard, and she might actually barf. They sort of kind of offer to help but mostly they're too busy with each other so Caroline assures them she's fine. They go right back to whatever it is they're doing.
It's kind of a pain hauling her shit up to the second floor by herself, but the stairs are narrow and vaguely rickety enough that she's not sure help would be much help, honestly. She nudges open her door and-- "Ah shit." She forgot that all the furniture is down in the basement for some dumbass reason. Right. Caroline stacks her arm load of boxes in the corner behind the door and heads downstairs. No point hauling anymore boxes in until she's got some furniture shoved in there somewhere.
The basement is... it's a basement. Cramped with a house load of stuff shoved into it, probably still kind of cramped when it's empty. Also weirdly too open, when you can see around the taller stuff anyway. Kind of dark and creaky, but not the worst. A kind of creepy basement, as opposed to a full on murder suite. You know. Caroline wades in and goes hunting for that bed frame she liked when she took the tour last week. Cool, yeah, there it is. It's big and kind of heavy-- it's an old school metal bed frame, a little fancy by her usual standards but not actually that exciting-- but Caroline can heft it okay. Dragging it back through the maze of way too many tables is a struggle, but once she gets to the stairs it's not so bad.
Getting it up the basement stairs is awkward only because... well. Caroline wonders if there's some kind of building code that insists basement stairs have to be cramped and claustrophobic, because she's never seen any that weren't. Which is fucking stupid, because basements are for storing things in. But whatever. No one asked her.
Halfway up the stairs, the door creaks ominously and slowly swings shut. For fuck's sake. Caroline lets the bed frame drop down onto the stairs and leans it against the wall. It's heavy. "Hey up there," she calls after a moment, leaning on the handrail, "can you get the door? I'm hauling furniture up."
Uh, hopefully there's actually someone up there. The door opens into the stairwell for some idiot reason, and juggling is a pain.
Which Caroline is going to need, because her passel of roommates are already annoying her. The really aggressively hetero couple are being twee in the yard, and she might actually barf. They sort of kind of offer to help but mostly they're too busy with each other so Caroline assures them she's fine. They go right back to whatever it is they're doing.
It's kind of a pain hauling her shit up to the second floor by herself, but the stairs are narrow and vaguely rickety enough that she's not sure help would be much help, honestly. She nudges open her door and-- "Ah shit." She forgot that all the furniture is down in the basement for some dumbass reason. Right. Caroline stacks her arm load of boxes in the corner behind the door and heads downstairs. No point hauling anymore boxes in until she's got some furniture shoved in there somewhere.
The basement is... it's a basement. Cramped with a house load of stuff shoved into it, probably still kind of cramped when it's empty. Also weirdly too open, when you can see around the taller stuff anyway. Kind of dark and creaky, but not the worst. A kind of creepy basement, as opposed to a full on murder suite. You know. Caroline wades in and goes hunting for that bed frame she liked when she took the tour last week. Cool, yeah, there it is. It's big and kind of heavy-- it's an old school metal bed frame, a little fancy by her usual standards but not actually that exciting-- but Caroline can heft it okay. Dragging it back through the maze of way too many tables is a struggle, but once she gets to the stairs it's not so bad.
Getting it up the basement stairs is awkward only because... well. Caroline wonders if there's some kind of building code that insists basement stairs have to be cramped and claustrophobic, because she's never seen any that weren't. Which is fucking stupid, because basements are for storing things in. But whatever. No one asked her.
Halfway up the stairs, the door creaks ominously and slowly swings shut. For fuck's sake. Caroline lets the bed frame drop down onto the stairs and leans it against the wall. It's heavy. "Hey up there," she calls after a moment, leaning on the handrail, "can you get the door? I'm hauling furniture up."
Uh, hopefully there's actually someone up there. The door opens into the stairwell for some idiot reason, and juggling is a pain.