Halloween Part 6: Ghostie Besties Spooking through the Forest @alluringsims.bsky.social 💜👻

i forgot to do a part 2 thank you for reading picture, so have a post instead 😅 THANK YOU FOR READING AND STICKING ALONG WITH ME! aftermath shall ensue on @fallincloversims.bsky.social's page next week 🤭🖤

Through the window, Austin turned once to look back. For a heartbeat, their eyes met. His expression was uncertain— not angry, not forgiving, just 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥. Then Josie guided him inside, the door closing softly behind them. “I just wanted him to see,” Elle whispered to herself.

She watched her mom gesture toward her once, explaining, apologizing, taking the weight of it all. Elle couldn’t hear the words, but she knew their meaning— that she’d crossed a line too big for even magic to fix.

Teddy’s jaw worked, caught between relief and anger. Josie’s hand came up to her mouth as she listened, Austin pressed close to his mother’s side, eyes still glossy from shock. Inside the car, Elle sat hugging her knees. The interior felt too small, too heavy with everything she wanted to say.

Alex reached back from the driver’s seat, gently squeezing her hand. “You’ve got a good heart, kiddo,” he said quietly. Her parents stepped out, their words carried just enough that Elle could make out fragments through the cracked window— “𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦… 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮… 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰…”

In Chestnut Ridge when the Riverstone Ranch came into view, the porch light flicked on—two worried parents stepped outside. Elle watched Austin run to them, his small figure swallowed in their arms, and she stayed in the car.

Alex crouched in front of her, his voice low and steady, “you scared us, sweetheart.” But then he glanced at Alice—something unsaid passing between them. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. Beside them, Austin’s voice wavered, “I wanna go home.” Alice nodded gently, “we’ll take you, honey.”

By the time Alice and Alex reached the portal, the sky had gone black. Caleb stood waiting with Elle & Austin clung to her other side, pale and silent. Alice’s expression shifted from fury to heartbreak. “Elle.” Elle looked down. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just wanted to show him the realm.”

Alice didn’t let him finish. “She did. I can feel it.” She swallowed hard. “She went to the realm.” Without another word, she called her father. “Dad,” she said when he answered. “Please tell me you know where my daughter is.” There was a pause, “oh thank Watcher. We’re coming.”

Meanwhile, far away in Strangerville, Alice had a sinking feeling. She stood by the window, phone pressed to her ear. “They’re not at the fair,” she said, voice tight. “None of the other parents have seen them since sundown.” Alex’s hands were balled into fists. “You don’t think she—”

Elle hesitated, still shaken. “My grandpa,” she said finally. “Caleb Vatore. He’ll know what to do.” At the name, Elsie’s brows lifted slightly. “Ah. A Vatore. I see,” she stood, brushing dust off her shirt. “Alright then. Let’s get you to your grandpa.”

Before she could say more, the woman sat beside them. “Hey, hey… it’s alright now,” her tone had changed—gentle, grounding. “You’re safe.” “Who are you?” Elle asked. “My name’s Elsie Joy,” she said. “And I 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 have time for this shit,” she sighed. “Now… who can I call to get you both home?”

Austin's eyes were wide and red-rimmed. “It— it talked t’me,” he whispered. “It knew m’name, an' then it said somethin' else. Somethin' that didn't make sense.” Elle crouched beside him, voice shaking. “It—what? I’m sorry, Austin. I didn’t know it would—I just wanted to show you the realm.”

The woman exhaled, lowering her hand. “The 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬?” she muttered, half in disbelief, half in relief. “Watcher, what were you guys thinking?” But when she looked at them—really looked—her expression softened. Chiyo had vanished. Typical.

The creature screeched, the sound fading as its form was drawn into the pages. The runes sealed themselves shut with a pulse of blinding light. Then—silence.

The Wraith writhed, shadows curling like smoke. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦— “I 𝘥𝘰,” the woman snapped, and with a flick of her wrist, the flames burst into a torrent that wrapped around the Wraith, pulling it back toward the book.

She looked like she’d stepped straight out of an old painting, eyes fierce and bright with purpose. The air around her shimmered with power. “Enough,” she said. Her voice was low, controlled — but it carried the kind of authority that silenced the world.

A sudden roar of heat broke through the chaos. The earth beneath them glowed, and a streak of fire sliced through the air. The Wraith howled—an awful, distorted sound—as the flames slammed into its chest. From the courtyard archway, a woman strode forward.

“I can’t leave her!” Elle shouted, staring at Chiyo, who was still frantically paging through the book. And then the Wraith’s shadowed hand lashed forward. The book flew from Chiyo’s grasp & landed with a thud near Elle’s feet. “Stupid,” Chiyo whispered, eyes wide with guilt. “We shouldn’t have—”

The Wraith lunged & Elle barely had time to think — she threw up her hands, the first spell that came to her lips bursting out. 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘢! A purple shield flared to life, but it began to shatter under the Wraith’s touch. “We have t’go!” Austin yelled as his voice cracked—terrified, desperate.

Austin screamed as the creature surged forward & the force knocked them off their feet. Elle’s palms scraped against the ground; her vision blurred. “Chiyo!” she cried. “What do we do?!” Chiyo was already on her knees, going through the book in a panic. “I— I can’t find the reversal spell—”

Chiyo stumbled back, clutching the summoning book to her chest. “It’s not supposed to—” The Wraith’s voice cut through her words—𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦… 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦. Its shape shifted like smoke caught in a storm. 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴. Elle’s throat locked & her heart pounded.

The Night Wraith’s form towered above them — a jagged silhouette woven from mist and ash. Its hollow eyes burned with a cruel, ancient intelligence. The stars overhead flickered out one by one as though the sky itself were afraid.

i'm sorry but they had no right making this event so emotional??? 🥺😭

you know you fucked up your legacy when... 😂 @fallincloversims.bsky.social

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. [part 2 will be posted on thursday!]

She stared into the center of the circle — into the swirling shadow gathering there. A shape began to form — tall, twisted, eyes like burning coals behind a veil of smoke. And when it opened its mouth, the sound was like a thousand whispers tearing through the dark.

The runes flickered out — then burst into black flame. The light drained from around them as a chill seeped into their bones. A low, rattling breath echoed from nowhere and everywhere. Austin clutched Elle’s arm. “Elle,” he whispered. “Somethin’s wrong.”

Austin scooted back, “I don’ like this, Elle.” “Just one second,” she murmured, though doubt had started to creep into her own chest. Then the air went 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥.

They found a quiet spot in the back of the realm HQ, and Chiyo flipped open the book. Runes glowed faintly in a circle around them, drifting like fireflies. Elle whispered the incantation along with her — syllables sharp and strange. The air grew heavy. The runes burned brighter.

“Only if you mess it up,” Chiyo said, rolling her eyes. “‘Sides, I already tried once. Nothin’ happened.” Elle looked at Austin — pale, trembling — then back at Chiyo. Curiosity pulsed stronger than fear. “Kay,” she said, voice small but firm. “Let’s do it.”

Austin’s expression flickered between awe and alarm. “Summonin’… what?” Chiyo’s grin widened. “The Night Wraith.” Elle’s stomach fluttered. She remembered the name — whispered warnings from her grandfather, old tales about the spirit bound to darkness. “Isn’t that… dangerous?”

Chiyo shrugged & leaned closer, whispering, “Wanna see something better?” Austin blinked. “Better than this?” Chiyo slipped a worn book from her bag. The cover shimmered faintly, embossed with a sigil. “I found it in the restricted section,” she said proudly. “It has summoning spells. Real ones.”

“Chiyo!” Elle called back, delighted. “This is Austin. Austin, this is Chiyo.” Chiyo flashed a grin, eyes sparkling with trouble. “You brought a mortal boy here?” “He’s fine,” Elle said. “He wanted to see.”

They wandered through the Realm’s market—Everything shimmered, alive with quiet hums of energy. “Elle!” A voice rang out, bright and mischievous. A small girl darted toward them — long black hair tied up messily, a bag slung across her shoulder that jingled suspiciously with pilfered trinkets.

Austin pressed a hand to his chest, swaying slightly. “I—I think m’gonna be sick.” “Don’t be dramatic,” She said with a small laugh. “It’s your first time. You’ll get used to it.. Maybe.”

When Austin opened his eyes, he gasped. They stood on a floating platform of earth, suspended in a lavender sky. Waterfalls spilled over the edges, disappearing into endless mist below. Elle grinned, “told you.”

He hesitated. His anxiety was practically visible—shoulders tense, breath uneven. But when she reached out & held out her hand, he took it. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥. “Close your eyes,” she whispered. The fair sounds faded—replaced by a soft crack of magic snapping open. Air rushed past them, cool and thin.

“It is,” Elle said, eyes glinting, “and it’s way better than this fair.” She lowered her voice, “we could go. Just for a minute.” “Elle, I dunno—your mama said we’re not s’posed to go very far.” “She also says not to eat cookies before dinner,” she countered. “Doesn’t mean I listen.”

Then she remembered. “Hey,” she said suddenly, turning toward him. “You remember that time you said you wanted to see the Magic Realm?” Austin blinked, caught off guard. “I—I was jus’ curious. You said it was like floating islands an’… an’ waterfalls ‘n stuff.”

They tried a few games. Won a small plastic spider. Shared a cone of cotton candy that they didn't like. The fair buzzed around them — laughter, the smell of kettle corn — but Elle felt that familiar restlessness churning in her chest. Magic simmered beneath her skin, itching for something real.

She smirked. “You don’t sound like you’re havin’ fun.” He gave a tiny shrug. Austin never really argued with her. He just followed — quietly, loyally — no matter what half-baked adventure she led them into.

“This is so lame,” Elle muttered, watching a group of toddlers bob for apples while their parents clapped and cheered. “It’s 'posed to be spooky, not… this.” Austin shifted awkwardly on his feet. “’S… kinda fun,” he said softly, though his voice lacked conviction.

The fairgrounds glittered in twilight, strings of orange bulbs looping over wooden booths and hay bales. Spooky Day had painted the town in deep purples and flickering candlelight — paper-mâché ghosts, carved pumpkins with glowing eyes.

it would only be just to practice catching him again 😇

my precious Elle in the little preview 🥹🖤

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Upstairs, Elle sat curled in her bed, wand by her side. She traced patterns in the air, tiny sparks flickering before fading away, her chest heavy with questions she didn't have the words for yet. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭? 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥..