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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝖠 𝖵𝖨𝖱𝖦𝖨𝖭 𝖫𝖨𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖫𝖤! ˊˎ-
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IN THE SERENADE OF THE MOONLIT SKY, a poetry of stars hung over Salem like a shield on that particular Halloween night. Walking along Essex Street, Sloane's boots scuffed along the ashy pavement, with leaves and small pebbles crunching under her foot as her hair moved with the breeze while her hands were stuffed into her blue jacket that swallowed her frame while her, Max and Dani trailed after Allison to the mighty Sanderson house.
The unavoidable feeling of awkwardness crept up on Sloane — her and Allison weren't close, despite knowing each other since Kindergarten and she had only met Max properly a couple hours ago — and she just had to stupidly agree to follow along on their adventure going to a seventeenth century house.
"So...You're Sloane?" The younger girl, Dani, sparked up a conversation with the teenager, now falling into step with her. The brunette was slightly surprised at how social the youngest Dennison was, especially at her age.
Sloane looked down at the girl in slight confusion while Max had immediately perked up at Dani's words, shutting her down to save himself the embarrassment and the questions from the Romano girl. "What do you know about these Sanderson sisters?" He questioned, changing the subject, giving his younger sister a glare.
"Um, well...there's three of them. The oldest being Winifred, then Mary and Sarah being the youngest. Born with the same mother, different fathers, who for which were all completely different. Winifred creates the spells with her infamous book which legend says that it was given to her by the devil himself. Mary smells out for the children and Sarah lures them with her voice and then they're never seen again." Sloane explained. "You sure you want to continue on, Hollywood? We could always—"
Max rolled his eyes, "Alright, alright."
Allison smiled at the girl's teasing, "Legend has it that bones of a thousand children are buried in these walls." She added.
