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My name is Finn Hudson.

I'm not afraid: Confessions (@Finn)

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She was stupid. Quinn Fabray was nothing more than a dumb little girl; she couldn’t understand how she came to this. It all had started with a random encounter in the kitchen that should have finished seconds after it started but never did. Quinn had lost every inch of self respect and had…

It seemed that more often than ever Finn was waking up in the middle of the night. Maybe it was the unfamiliar bed bothering him. The cabin wasn’t exactly luxurious. Even though it was a comforting thought to pretend that that was what had been waking Finn up, he knew better. It was the cold coming from the draft that strangely only came in his room at certain times of the evening. Ever since arriving at the cabin he had experienced many cold spots but he had himself convinced by now that it was just chills he was getting from the spooky place. It had become such a problem that Finn had started sleeping in full bodied pajamas, a long pair of pants and a long sleeved buttoned up shirt. But it wasn’t just a random draft that was causing his waking up. His blankets were being pulled off of him almost every night. I just kicked them off in myself, he told himself every night since they’ve been there. But Finn wasn’t a kicker in his sleep. This evening Finn could have sworn he woke up to even seen the covers finishing pulling it off of him. The sight made his heart thud loudly, almost in his ears. He was scared. Not only of the spirits or whatever it was that was supposedly in the place but what everyone would say if they thought he believed in them. They’d treat him like a loser; they’d treat him like Rachel.

 

Shuddering at the thought Finn made a mental pact with himself not to admit that he was scared of any paranormal things that may have been lurking in the house. As far as anyone else was concerned he didn’t’ even believed in them. But he was beginning to believe in them. And he was defiantly scared. The fear grew in him as he looked around the room. The only light in the room just flashed on opaque objects that caused dark and eerie shadows. “I’ve got to get out of this room.” He told himself and got out of his bed freely with no need to push down his sheets seeing as someone or something had already done that for him. This thought made him shudder once more before he walked out of the bedroom.

 

Finn didn’t really have a destination in mind as he walked through the hallways of the cabin. He figured if all else failed he could go to the kitchen fake being hungry to himself as denied that he was scared. Suddenly and fortunately Finn spotted a flicking light. Not a creepy paranormal type of light, but instead a more comforting light. A manmade type of fluorescent light. Finn bolted into the direction of the light to see who was up. He smiled at his first glance of Quinn. She was at least someone he wouldn’t mind hanging out with for a bit but his feelings changed when he noticed she was crying. His smile turned into a sympathetic frown and his expression tugged at curiosity. What could she be crying about. When realizing she was upset he considered to just pretend she wasn’t there at all. He could just sneak back into his creepy room and not have to deal with it all. However she turned towards him. She caught him and for some reason he realized he couldn’t just blow her off. Finn sighed but it was a silent sigh, so she wouldn’t hear it and become offended.

 

“What has you up so late?” Finn asked reluctantly and moved close behind her. After he said this he realized he didn’t even know what time it was. He hadn’t checked. All he had known was that it must have been late because it was still dark in the cabin. The thought only distracted him for a second then his mind brought him back to the awkwardness of the situation. Quinn was there, crying and here he was trying to make casual conversation. As if scratching out the words he previously said, Finn said something else. “Are you okay?” he asked, knowing the answer. She didn’t seem okay. But maybe just asking if she was would get him a reason of why. He had a feeling it wouldn’t. Quinn wasn’t much of an open book. He didn’t want to push her, it wasn’t his place but he still cared.

 


Does anyone else get really cold at night?

oh-puck-no:

pyramidnipples:

Maybe it’s because I always have seemed to kick my blankets off in the middle of the night.

Uh, No, not really. I’m good… Maybe you should run the furnace…

 Yeah maybe I will.


Does anyone else get really cold at night?

Maybe it’s because I always have seemed to kick my blankets off in the middle of the night.


Are you guys really starting to believe in ghosts and possession?

or-sing-about-it:

pyramidnipples:

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I was being facetious. Despite the overwhelming evidence that Fabray might have been possessed, I’m pretty sure ghosts don’t make people act like she did.

Sorry, did I use too many big words, Hudson?

No I just can’t help but to get exhausted whenever you say anything.

Forgive me for not taking that as an insult, but I’m pretty sure you get exhausted when you think.


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2 years ago

Are you guys really starting to believe in ghosts and possession?

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pyramidnipples:

or-sing-about-it:

pyramidnipples:

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I was being facetious. Despite the overwhelming evidence that Fabray might have been possessed, I’m pretty sure ghosts don’t make people act like she did.

Sorry, did I use too many big words, Hudson?

No I just can’t help but to get exhausted whenever you say anything.


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2 years ago

Are you guys really starting to believe in ghosts and possession?

or-sing-about-it:

pyramidnipples:

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I was being facetious. Despite the overwhelming evidence that Fabray might have been possessed, I’m pretty sure ghosts don’t make people act like she did.


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2 years ago

Are you guys really starting to believe in ghosts and possession?


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2 years ago

I don’t think any ghost are going to get me tonight.

Goodnight.


pyramidnipples started following you.

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Finnocence.

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Hey Santana

What’s up?

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Nothing really. Did you hear Rachel thinks she saw a ghost? No one believes her though.
Do you think there’s a chance this place is haunted?

 

Really, Finn? Please, there aren’t any ghosts. 

Well I know but…
What about Ghost Hunters? They have a whole show based on finding ghosts… 

It’s a show…

That doesn’t mean it isn’t real… O.o
Why would Rachel make up she saw something? 


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2 years ago

It’s cool. Everyone can calm down. Me and Finn’s got this “ghost” thing handled

or-sing-about-it:

oh-puck-no:

If there really are ghosts, I hope they take the two of you out first.

Screw you St. James.


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