By disaster or by design, you've ended up at Gray House. The House of Lovers, the only center point in all of existence where every thinkable and unthinkable dimension meets. The home of the 13 Gray Family members; a secret society of otherworldly misfits to which you belong and forgot that you did, over and over again.
YOUR WELCOME HOME MIX
Someone coming close to us means that we must grapple to reconcile the meta with the imaginary. I have talked to Drama about his own creation because Drama exists beyond our creation of him and has no fear. Given a little time, the divide between Gray House and the meta world the House exists in becomes unnecessary and then even obsolete. Life can't really imitate the art here, or vice versa, because I wouldn't be able to pinpoint which was which.
- Evelyn Waits
Below, you'll find a collection of blog entries meant specifically for you, Jack. Information on what Gray House is all about and how you can get involved with it, as well as definitions to words the Gray Family have re-purposed, and theory of all things make-believe.
Taking efforts to ensure a level of realism for their readers is very important to them, as the Gray Boys might as well be real for the daily impact they have on Rosie and Evelyn. This includes but is not limited to blurring any clues which might give away which one of them wrote which piece by which Gray Boy and simultaneously playing the part of the same Gray Boy while in live chat with a reader.
And you know them, by name if not by sense. Clyde being the smartest and strongest and quietest is our leader. Brad is his greasy-haired and homicidal henchman. Adam is the dark and sociopathic assassin. Matthew is the vengeful anarchist who lights the fires in the trashcan we gather around, the rage in his eyes made momentarily blank by the flames. John is the one nobody can really account for, his shyness moving aside to do the shocking and say the defiant when no one is expecting it. Nick is the one who keeps the general peace, and retains the fiercest loyalty.
From underneath them, he leads my arms up into the air with the backs of his hands. He stretches me out like a bird in flight, and our eyes meet across the quicksilver of possibility. The delicate moons at the tips of my fleshy fingers extend over the wrought iron of his knuckles. The color I used to call Encore, that’s the stuff he’s putting on his eyelids. A color that means we don’t stop doing this, not ever. That we live here, together, forever.
What you’re about to read is a true story. No part of this is a lie or an exaggeration to any degree. In fact, it’s greatly over-simplified. Regardless, there is no easier way to explain the events in this statement than how I’ve done below. Trust me, I’ve tried. Please, prepare yourself to be shocked, confused and very possibly disgusted. Names have been changed to protect the identities of some.
To literally have someone living with you inside your own skin is what we’ve accomplished together through the experiment of this house and being together. Telepathy is absolutely real. Loving someone in infinite ways is absolutely real. Magic is real. God is real. The proof of that is me and her and Gray House.
It's the night of the Wolf Moon. It's the night I hold my breath for something to happen which never does. The strange winter ritual Adam, Clyde, and I all know about but have refused to inhabit for it's doomed ending is one where I, the girl in red, wander the woods to find my way home, and finding a wolf instead, become a sacrifice. If I take every aspect of the story as simply or literally as I can, what I know is that I was trying to find my way home when disaster struck. If that means I never found it, I can't be sure. Sometimes I wonder if it's the way I always...
But angels are clanless, obsessive, unapologetic machines dauntless of being humiliated and thirsty for something new. Something more. Something you will never be able to give them. I look for that behind the eyes of the people I meet and sometimes I think I see it. But with the rules of a dragon's world in place, how can I know for sure?