Marcy Iris Jones ☾
The Middle Sister , The Weirdo , The Quiet One
There was a distinct whimpering coming from behind Marcy, which alerted her to the fact that Benjamin was here as well. Turning around she knelt in front of him, picking up his teddy bear and offering it to him, letting a shaky smile fall in place. She wanted to comfort him in any way she could, even if she wasn't very good at it. They had been here for less than an hour and already things were getting weird. It was scary, but also unbelievably interesting to her. The energy of this place thrilled Marcy, but she understood that her younger siblings would be confused and frightened; Benjamin was so young, much too young to understand any of this, and Maple was naturally very skittish. Knowing her family, she would probably be the only one more interested than afraid during these events.
It wasn't long before Maple's curiosity won over it seemed, since she joined them no long after they had come outside. Her eyes immediately found the car and she looked like she was trying to understand what was going on. Marcy had expected moving would be a strange experience for their family, she hadn't expected this. When Maple asked her what “Get Out” could mean, Marcy could only shrug in response, not knowing the answer. The question brought her back to her own; who would have done something like this? Maple's next question caught her off guard, though she supposed it shouldn't have, considering Maple's imagination. "I don't know Maple, it could have been the centaurs... Why don't you take Benjamin inside and find Melody?" Whatever was happening she had a feeling her younger siblings might be better off inside with Melody, away from the current chaos. She flashed a quick smile at them before turning away and stepping off the porch. She wanted a better look at their car.
Marcy approached cautiously, as if the car itself was somehow dangerous. Nothing this bizarre had ever happened before to the Jones family; it felt a bit like being in a horror movie from the '70's. As she got closer to the car she saw just how bad the damage was, whoever had done this had wanted to send a strong message. Just why that person wanted them out, however, remained a mystery. Reaching a hand out she trailed her fingers delicately across the scratched out message on the side of their car, just barely touching the surface, as she had done with the peeling paint on the house earlier. She was certain this was connected to what had happened to Melody, she just wasn’t sure how, especially since she didn’t really know what had happened to her sister. Sighing, Marcy dropped her hand and stepped back from the car. There were so many things going on, and none of it made sense. Turning around she walked back towards the house, deciding to explore inside.
Stepping back into the house she put her headphones back on and hit play, music once again filling her head. Walking down the narrow hallway she looked through the doorways into other rooms, noting them for later exploration, but nothing really caught her interest. She stopped suddenly when she came to a staircase, deciding that this is where she would start, by going upstairs. Taking each step carefully she slowly made her way to the second floor of the house, uncertain and excited of what she may find up there. The stairs creaked and groaned under her feet, but she didn't notice, too far gone in her thoughts by this point. Reaching the the top of the stairs she noticed that the second floor was falling apart nearly as much as the ground floor; there was a dark charm to a house like this. Marcy saw a closed door not far from where she was standing, most likely a bedroom. She walked up to the door and tested the knob, finding that the room was unlocked. The door swung open to reveal a large bedroom with two windows at the back and peeling wallpaper. It was empty, which somehow seemed out of place, like there should have been something in here, even a small something. Walking up to the windows her eyes scanned over the wallpaper, trying to see what it looked like under all the damage and dust. She imagined this had been a nice room once. When she reached the windows they grabbed her attention, and she found herself looking out at the backyard.
A human figure, a girl, was standing there. She was hard to make out through all the dust and grime on the window, but Marcy was certain she was there. It crossed her mind that maybe this girl had been the one to warn them to leave, but then she didn't look strong enough to get the axe through their windshield. There was something off about this girl, and it seemed odd that she was just standing in their backyard. "Curiouser and Curiouser..." She whispered the words to the room, knowing only the house was there to hear her. It felt as if she shouldn't go down and try to talk to this girl, though she couldn't say why. The desire to leave the room suddenly came over Marcy, so she turned around and went back into the upstairs hallway. Instead of going into the next room over she started walking again, this time through the second floor hallways, unsure of what she was looking for, but sure she was looking for something.
❝ Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. ❞