Title: Hodgepodge
Author: grayglube
Summary: Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda
Rating: M
"Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering."
Her grandmother used to talk to her grandfather while she crocheted, her grandfather had been dead for as long as Violet had been alive at the time. Her mother could feel her brother moving even after they scraped and suction the dead fetus out of her womb.
Violet learns to crochet only after her grandmother has died one brisk day in fall while everyone is out, she's sitting with the old woman on the couch, she's thirteen and her grandmother doesn't explain things very well so she has to watch.
They move into a new house and at night Violet can hear a baby crying and one day in the chill of an air conditioned hallway she watches a boy drip blood all over her shoes.
She utters a monosyllabic 'gross' and he stops walking, turns and she's stuck staring back at the shock on his face.
There's another gruesome ghost that's realized what her only discernible innate talent is.
But this one isn't granny or an underdeveloped baby brother.
This one has bullet holes and blood splatter on his face.