you're solving a murder mystery at your boarding school | a dark academia playlist

Hey, everyone! Thanks for all the love on this playlist. I just uploaded an extended version of this playlist with additional tracks. Here's the link if you're interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkCl3Tl8aIY ･ﾟ✧･ﾟ༓Timestamps༓･ﾟ✧･ﾟ 0:00 First Day of School - Carlos Rafael Rivera 1:06 Flora - The Newton Brothers 2:25 Dreams are Dangerous - Bruno Coulais 3:45 The Briefcase - James Horner 6:55 Dulcimer - Nancy Drew (Blackmoor Manor) 7:55 Memoirs - Nancy Drew (Blackmoor Manor) 8:53 Methuen Home for Children 1957 - Carlos Rafael Rivera 10:02 Abby’s Room - Nancy Drew (MIHM) 10:54 Homecoming - Jeff Russo 12:39 Volmer Institut - Benjamin Wallfisch 15:37 Moving Mountains - The Newton Brothers 18:45 - Twelve Stab Wounds - Patrick Doyle 21:39 Borgov I - Carlos Rafael Rivera 25:12 Past - Nancy Drew (Ghost of Thornton Hall) 26:32 Entry/Hallway - Nancy Drew (MIHM) 27:56 Ave Marie Stella - Our Lady of Perpetual Help Chant Choir (slowed + reverb) 30:07 Turning Point - Carlos Rafael Rivera (slowed + reverb)

when you have gone to a boarding school all your life with a "dark academia aesthetic" and you are just now realizing that people wish to be living like you.

I am listening to this playlist while solving maths questions which are like murder cases .

I’m turning sixteen and I’m a sucker for murder mystery’s so my sweet sixteen is a murder mystery dinner and this is the perfect playlist to play in the background 🥰

welcome to nevermore.

you don't understand how happy i am that i found this omg

Book recommends for this playlist: Shades of London series- Maureen Johnson. People Like Us- Dana Mele. The Truly Devious series- Maureen Johnson. A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder series- Holly Jackson. If We Were Villains- Rio M.L. The Secret History- Donna Tartt. Wuthering Heights- Emily Brontë. A Study in Crimson: Sherlock Holmes 1942-Robert J. Harris.

Thank you!!! I'm reading "a good girl's guide to murder" right now and it hits perfect.

This is one of the only dark academia playlists I’ve heard that actually sounds dark. Thank you

literally the plot of truly devious (im reading the second book of the series) “Where do you look for someone who’s never really there? Always on a staircase…” “But never on a stair,” she said out loud. “Come again?” Stevie was already on her feet, and David followed. - Back in Minerva, she and David went right to the stairs, those creaky beasts that would always remind her of Hayes on that first day, when he got her to carry his stuff. - The stairs were a tight coil, and underneath was a curved bit of wood, running her hands up and down to feel for any openings. David knocked on it. “Sounds kind of hollow,” he said. “I guess I never thought to go and beat on the stairs before.” She knocked as well. There was definitely empty space behind. It was entirely possible that there would be nothing at all behind this structure, just dust and air, but her heart was thumping and her brain felt clear.

Yes!! You included soundtracks from the Nancy Drew games! Curse of Blackmoor Manor, Message in the Haunted Mansion, and Ghost of Thorton Hall are my all-time favorites! So much nostalgia! Thank you so much!

this is THE vibe.

Listening to these masterpieces while reading Agatha Christie is such an excellent thing, so thank youuu!!!!

Pov: The all girls bording school my mother had sent me too was strict, yes, but not strict enough. Bodies started dropping when I was in my third year of secondary school. Everything changed that night; nobody trusted anybody else, whispers turned best friends against one another, and all anyone would talk about was when the killer would strike again, who they thought it was, and why someone would kill an innocent girl. I still remember the events of the night fresh in my mind as if it had just happened. I had snuck out at midnight to go see my forbiden lover when I turned the corner, I saw her body laying in the snow, two roses where her eyes would have been. My thoughts were running wild as I rushed back to my room, I couldnt tell anyone, for if I did, I would have gotton punnished harshly for being out and about at midnight. I couldnt sleep, but when I heard the headmasters scream I knew everything was going to change. The killer everybody calls "The Red Rose Killer" has claimed 13 more lifes sence that night and everyone has been waiting for the next body to show up. People have been whispering and pointing fingers but they're all wrong. I knew who the killer has been all this time. Its someone I've been protecting, I dont think she knows I know but theres been obvious signs I do. I love her more than I can describe, we've been dating sence last year of primary school. My lover is a murderer and I'm wrapped up in this lie to protect her...

POV: “Listen closely. The walls are talking, but still keeping secrets to us, poor humans that craved more.” Hermoine looked around at the tall walls of the library. Burying bodies was a normal thing for Hermoine, considering the cutthroat atmosphere of the academy. Not literally, but all the books in the library convinced the young student that everything was possible. Big bright moons, candlelit dinners alone, warm coats and layering, cinnamon, staying up late to finish a book, footsteps on cobblestones, dark lipstick, cold hands. Everything she could see around the academia, everything she could smell and taste left a bitter taste on her lips. The library lights and atmosphere could be unmatched. Most of the days, Hermoine volunteered at the library, helping others and placing back the books, just so she could spend more time in her quiet, safe place. After what seemed like an eternity, silence finally came. Burning candles and the smell of used books, everything that set her soul on fire. Without hurting her. Without hurting others. Dancing to an old record, placing back the books and occasionally reading a few more pages, she tried to ignore so hard what made her heart uneasy. She kept hearing a strange voice. Strange but beautiful, trying to allure her. So she shook her head and turned up the volume. The classical music helped her focus on the notes, forgetting the voice. “Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.” ― Charles Bukowski She opened a book and read the first paragraph before closing it and placing it on the shelf. She glanced at the window for a moment, removing the headphones so she could hear, once again, the walls talking to one another. The silence of the city in the late hours when the sun was slowly setting down through the fog was something she craved. To sleep, to enjoy a warm cup of tea and to spend her day by the lake, with a book in her hands and nothing else. Inside the academia, everything had a story. A dark, morbid one, but no one talked about it. The silver jewellery she was wearing around her neck reflected one last ray of sunshine. Her eyes, the same. Something that seemed to be so eternal, and yet, it wasn't. The room was getting darker and darker so Hermoine left the books on a table and looked around for the light switch. "Oh God, how long must I suffer here?" She whispered to herself, in the same dramatic way the books told her to do, and tucked a strand of her dark charcoal hair behind her ear. She enjoyed the unreal, the dramatic way of being of a classical author, every word that was too much for a human to understand. She was always in a search for the unreal, as she liked to describe it, but found nothing but a graveyard of buried emotion and cobwebs. edit: You can find my short story here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/291045032-empire-of-secrets :D

I'm listening to this while working on my class work that's solving a murder. Amazing playlist! 🥰

This is my favorite playlist ever. It's the perfect music for writing my book and gives me a feeling of excitement. Thank you so much!

i don’t think i can express how grateful i am that i found this playlist. it literally sounds EXACTLY like an ost for the story i’m writing, about a haunted boarding school. thank you SO much for making this!!!

ugghhh i wish this playlist was a tvshow!!!!!!!!!!

"Where've you been?!" My friend hissed. He'd caught me sneaking back into the building late at night. "You know it's not safe out there. People are going missing and-" "And nobody's doing a thing about it, Arnold. I can't just sit here and wait for it to be my turn, or yours. Anyone's turn, really." It was true. For two months now, the boarding school I knew as my home had become one of the most terrifying places to be in. Every two days, a student had gone missing, and everyone lived in fear. Our headmistress had established a curfew, and I had broken it as often as it was possible. She had good intentions, and cared about her students more than anyone (even knew all of our names by heart), but she couldn't do much more. And I was scared out of my mind, so I tried to solve the mystery by myself. Arnold and our other friend, Elliott, had offered to help me several times, but we always hit a dead end. I was practically running towards the library, desperate to find something on the only clue we had so far, listening to a very angry Arnold scold me as he tried to keep up with my pace. "You can't go alone, Y/n, and you're perfectly aware of it!" "Oh, spare me the lecture, will you? I've found something, and I think it might be important " That seemed to do the trick. Arnold finally shut up and followed me to the library without asking any questions. He knew me too well for that. Once we arrived, I immediately started searching for the section I was sure would help me understand everything. "The history section?" Arnold sounded disappointed. "You don't get it yet. While I was outside, I found this" And I showed him my treasure: a single, abandoned shoe. "What's that got to do with anything, Y/n? You risked your life for a shoe?" "Not just any shoe, my friend. Look closely while I find what I'm looking for." I inspected the bookshelf in front of me and chose a book named «The History of our Future». It was written a long time ago, by a dwarf of a particular kind: fire dwarves. He'd always believed that his family was in danger, although he never knew why. "Have you seen what I mean yet?" I asked after a while. "No" Arnold said flatly. We'd been there for hours and he was tired. "Really? Mm... I thought you were better than that." I teased "Look at the symbols on the inside" The shoe was really dirty, but you could see it if you looked closely" a triangle with a door. The mark of fire dwarves. I showed Arnold the page I'd been looking at, the dwarve's family tree. He'd had so many children it was hard not to get confused, but there had to be around five hundred of his living descendants currently. The youngest ones were our age, and there were about thirty of them. "Who was the first person to go missing?" I asked. Arnold thought about it for a second or two before answering. "It was Abby Puck" I looked at the very last names on the page and there it was. Abby was two years older than me. "Who was next?" And one by one, the names of missing students with apparently no connection between them started appearing on the paper. Some of them were older, some were younger. There were even some that were the same age as Arnold, Elliott and I. Elliot. Suddenly I remembered something about our third friend that I hadn't thought about until then. Slightly pointy ears, an unusual resistance to high temperatures and a great ability to craft things out of nowhere. It couldn't be. I looked, just to be sure. Just to know my friend was safe. When was the last time I'd talked to them? Both of Elliott's parents were human, right? But the dwarve's family had grown so much... And there it was: Elliott Pyrom. They were next. And I had a feeling that the students weren't just disappearing. This was a series of murders.