- Posted: Sun, 02 Jan 2011 04:59:55 +0000
xxxxxxx Leaves crunch underfoot as you slowly walk through a dark forest. Why you've traveled to this place even you do not know for certain. Soon the trees break and in a large, moonlit clearing a mansion towers above you, its shadow stretching over the clearing ominously. It's clear that years ago this place was glorious and elegant but now it seems almost in ruin. The thorn covered ivy crawling on its brick walls is dying and the wrought iron fence creaks eerily as you open it to step through. Some of the windows are boarded over and others are wide open, shattered as though someone has jumped through them. The once mighty roof has caved in upon itself in some places, giving the structure an almost hungry appearance. You turn tail with every intention of moving back to where you came but then your eyes land upon the open door and an invisible force seems to draw you towards it. Whispers seem to flow from inside the mansion and you wonder, could someone possibly be in there? If the force drawing you wasn't strong enough before, your curiosity makes up for it and you gather your courage and walk up the porch steps. The moment you step through the heavy wooden door it slams behind you. Immediately you try to open the door but it won't budge... You're trapped..
xxxxxxxYour heart begins to pound as you turn from the door. Impenetrable darkness surrounds you and you swallow hard. Suddenly a single flame flickers from a candle sconce on the wall, followed by another, then a third. Soon the room is filled with an eerie flickering glow. In its light you can see paintings lining the wall and each one fills you with dread.
xxxxxxxA girl with cat ears and strange glowing demonic eyes, Jesters that appear to be twins with blood dripping from their long claws, A doll with suspicious red stains on her dress, A woman who smiles with a crazy glint in her eyes and a bloody knife in her hand, an uneasy teenage girl who would be beautiful if she did not look terrified, and lastly a young child with her eye socket empty....who would put paintings such as these up in their home?
xxxxxxxYour eyes leave the paintings with relief only to land upon a young woman with pink hair. You recognize her as a young woman who was murdered recently and her form is almost translucent as a shaft of moonlight spears in through a crack in one boarded window. In a soft, gravelly voice the girl speaks. "Welcome to the Candyville Horror...the residents here have noticed you...and they want to play"
xxxxxxxAs it appeared the ghost vanishes and you blink in confusion. Residents? Are there people living in this decrepit home? Somehow you have a feeling that you do not want to meet these residents and your heart pounds again. The windows! You head for one, prepared to crawl out of it when your way is blocked by a shadow. Air blows through your ear in a hiss...almost..catlike...