#steve crain

huge: always the first one to fix all sabotages and finishes his tasks in time.

shirley: finishes her tasks in time. gets mad when people don’t do tasks. sometimes sees a body but chooses to ignore it.

steve: would say that there are actually no impostors and people just tripped and fell to their death and everyone’s mentally ill for thinking there are impostors.

theo: the sleuth of the group. can tell who’s lying and who’s pretending to do tasks. hates being followed and chooses to be alone all the time.

luke: calls out the impostor but no one believes him.

nell: the first one to die.

olivia: claims she’s looking out for everyone but is actually the impostor.

Summary:After her death and trapped as a victim of Hill House, Nell Crain drifted between past and present, sometimes trapped in moments that are beautiful, some horrifying.

“The second time the loop stopped again, Nell felt a chill that bit deep into her skin. With the cold settled deep in her bones, she opened her eyes, only to see her eldest sister in her mortician’s attire, her face glum and grief-stricken as her hands weaved a needle back and forth with skill, sealing a corpse’s scalp shut.

Upon closer inspection, Nell saw her own body on the silver table. Her skin was mottled with dark purple patches, her lips almost black as a leech. She could see a bucket underneath the table, and there was no doubt what was in the bag. Under normal circumstances Nell would have been creeped out by the silent, morbid atmosphere, but now Nell had shaken hands with death, trapped in a purgatory that she knew she could never escape. Shirley’s morgue was nothing compared to what she faced.

She watched Shirley work silently, slightly mesmerized by how Shirley’s hands seemed to move on their own. She did not want to interrupt her while she was working, knowing how much her sister took her work seriously (So serious she never answered Nellie’s calls of distress).

Her big sister then took a makeup kit and a brush; and began painting her face. Nell watched with awe, her head cocked to the side as how with every stroke of the brush, any signs of death was slowly painted away from her deceased face. She watched Shirley patiently worked on one cheek, each time making sure the tone was right, then made her way to the other cheek.

The brush stroked once before Shirley lost her grip and the brush dropped onto the table. A loud ‘clang’ resonated throughout the empty silence.

Nell was pulled out of her trance, startled by the noise, heartbroken even more as she heard a sniffle from Shirley. Her eldest sister, who hardly cried since their mother’s death, was now weeping openly as her hands, so steady and firm before, trembled in the cold.

“I’m sorry,”

I forgive you. Nell wanted to say. She took a step forward, only to find the ground giving way beneath her.

And Nell fell again. “