"Evelyn stepped through the glass doors and stopped to close her eyes and take a breath. The house smelled like lemon, soap, and Olive's natural scent (of course it wasn't creepy). On the floor was a bulky camera, and near the trash was a crumpled up sticky note that seemed to have barely missed it. Still no sign of Olive."

Whoo heres a mix for my way-too-hipster creepypasta oc

poor olive man she just wants to be cute with her cat friend
not be possessed by apple man

also take note most(butnotall) these songs relate more to her normal self's battle with her possessed self

Postscript - ill add a little bit about olive when i feel like it

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