Prompt: Write something using these words: ghostly, edged, murmurs, poltergeist and silken.

Written: 2/21/14

Enjoy!

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Things had been strange the last few months. Murmurs from voices not there, things moving or getting broken when no one had touched them, weird noises, terrifying nightmares and more. The idea that it all was coming from a poltergeist was an especially terrifying thought. Black shadows moved with swift grace; darting in and out of eye sight. The ghostly images in photographs taunted and teased. Who are – were they? Or what are they? The silken curtains waved with no wind to guide them. All to make sure no one forgot the boy in the photograph in that old sharp edged frame.

Stiles Knows

A/N: This was born thanks to this post on tumblr. I accidentally sort of fic-ed so I thought I’d share it over with just some minor editing so it’d make sense without the post. Enjoy the Stilisnki family feels!

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Stiles had memorized the codes after loosing his mother because he couldn’t, just couldn’t lose his father too. So he learned the codes to know what danger his father was exactly going into – and leaving him behind for – because it kept him sane. Otherwise he’d imagine his dad in some shoot out when really the sheriff was just taking a report about a stolen bike and Stiles would drive himself nuts, just absolutely nuts thinking about what might be happening instead of what is actually happening.

So even if his dad is out taking a report on a stolen bike, involved in a shoot out, talking down a hostage taker, helping little old ladies across the street or what have you, at least Stiles knows.