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Have you seen any of the movies that inspired this roleplay?

I've seen "Dark House" 0 0.0% [ 0 ]
I've seen "The Rite" 0.0625 6.2% [ 2 ]
I've seen "A Haunting in Connecticut" doc/movie 0.09375 9.4% [ 3 ]
I've seen 2/3 0.09375 9.4% [ 3 ]
I've seen all of the movies 0.15625 15.6% [ 5 ]
I haven't seen any of them. 0.59375 59.4% [ 19 ]
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                Quin was clearly a nice girl...that's why Carter liked her. Or at least that's what he would claim. Boys were interested in a variety of things, but she had read too many forums to know what they mostly thought about. There was only one thing that was important to them. Landon was no exception, she just didn't see herself being the one to go further with him. She didn't even know if they were friends. He was simply a boy who had a book...a very important book. Emilee would have been content if she didn't try to include her in the conversation. She was use to sitting in the background and just watching and observing everyone else be...normal. Conversations weren't exactly her strong point. It was difficult for her to not come off as a creep, strange, odd, freak, loser or whatever insult her classmates had hurled at her. Then that's when Quin asked if she had picked out a name for the puppy. At first Emilee nodded, but then reminded herself to use her words. "Cerberus..." softly broke from her lips, hardly above a whisper, probably lost in the murmurs of the impatient crowd, standing in line, wishing to go inside of the haunted house. Emilee wouldn't admit it, but she felt excited. Tiny chill bumps covered her skin as she thought over and over that she, Emilee Young, was going to walk inside of the Foster House where one of the town's most gruesome murders took place. She wanted to find Lucky and ask him where things happened, where bodies laid...but knew that was inappropriate. Thoughts like these, were the ones she often kept to herself.

                Quin had mentioned there was a shed in the back. It almost seemed sketchy to change somewhere like that. What if a murderer came up and--- her thoughts were cut short. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. At least before they die she could try to bait him into monologuing his entire plan. She wanted to know how he did it. The only reason she assumed he, was because statically most serial killers were male. She could comfortably assume he was probably anywhere between his early twenties to mid thirties, Caucasian, slightly outcasted male. She looked over at Carl, he didn't strike her as someone who would do something as elaborate as a city wide massacre. Maybe launder money...or something that was underhanded, but not like this. Plus, he was too disturbed and not nearly as cool. She expected a serial killer to have a particular glint in his eyes. She listened as Quin answered Carl's questions about her father and a phone. When Quin suddenly asked about what she meant by when, Mimsy remained quiet, unsure of how to piece her answer together. In her eyes it was obvious. It was when everyone was going to die, when Brookshire was going to hell...the countdown. Surely there was a countdown to doomsday. Too many people were dying, and she noticed the closer they were to Halloween, the more frequent the deaths became. And then Georgie rushed over...it was unfair how pretty he was. Boys weren't supposed to be that pretty. She half wanted to ask Carter if he found the purple haired drag queen attractive, but held her tongue. At first all he asked was if anyone had seen Shepherd or Pennie. Emilee stayed quiet and fiddled with her fingers, her gaze occasionally kept shifting over to Ophelia unsure of what was going on in her head. It wasn't until Georgie also asked if anyone had seen anything creepy, that Ophelia seemed to go back to her normal self.

                She asked for a cigarette. Mimsy didn't realize her eyes were still locked onto the girl until she was called a creep. Her eyes immediately darted away. Even a girl who was found indecent and was rumored to be psychotic or just some kind of insane...was calling her a creep. "I hate people," was muttered under her breath as she looked away, although Ophelia's story did catch her attention. How could it not? After she refused to have an ambulance or receive some kind of medical treatment, she started recounting her entire story. It was long and there were obviously missed details (just because of how parts seemed summed up), but she eventually glanced back over. Demons...this girl had experienced real demons. Sure Mimsy had seen a bit of paranormal activity, but she had to look for it...and typically it was small. The most fascinating thing she ever witnessed was at the high school, and from what she heard...she didn't even see the best part--- everyone else did. She showed them her cuts and gashes on her arms and legs...which stimulated Emilee's curiosity even more. She really was a creep...wasn't she? A wave of shame swept over her, causing her gaze to trail to the ground. No wonder she didn't have friends. The only type of person who would want to be around a creep...was someone like Landon. He didn't even strike Mimsy as being creepy. He was just a delinquent. Mimsy didn't even know what sort of thing she could say to Ophelia's story. She had already determined that the teenaged girl didn't want to hear anything from her. So she shifted her attention to Carl's lack of shoes and wondered if it hurt him running on the streets. She didn't see any glass...so she supposed he was fine. Although realizing he had seen demons as well...made her bite her tongue to keep herself from asking any questions.

                At least Carter said something about Ophelia's situation, but she wrinkled her nose when he said the word "sorry". "You shouldn't take responsibility for things you had nothing to do with," she quietly said to her brother. She didn't see why anyone said "sorry" for things they didn't do. But then Carter starting going on about how the only safe place to go was church, and Mimsy felt her fist tighten at her side. No, that would only delay the inevitable. He wanted to steal a car to get there, but all she kept thinking of was the church. She knew why he wanted to go there...but at the same time, she didn't. Their aunt and uncle were at church. If she didn't love him, then she surely would kill him for suggesting his idea. Before she could say much of anything, the man suddenly jumped on board with her brother's idea. He went as far as to shove each of them into a big van and bring up him being an adult. Of course she wanted to mention to details of "stranger danger" at this moment, but maybe it wasn't appropriate. Instead she glanced over at her brother. "Or, we can stop it," she said, this time a bit louder and with more power in her voice. "As we can see, this is only going to get stronger. We need to find the gateway and seal it...or find someone who can--- I research this."

                They were instructed to buckle up and a heavy sigh broke from her lips. "Are we really going to a church?" she whined, probably the loudest she had spoken in front of the group as a whole. Her phone chimed showing she had a text. She knew it was from Landon, seeing as she didn't have any other friends. When she read over the text she immediately felt envious. Landon was going into the attic of the foster house. It was relieving to know that she wasn't the only one who wanted the house to be a reenactment. It's not all that sick, after all people do that sort of thing for bloody wars. Why can't they do it for the slaughter of foster children as well? What she didn't realize was that Landon had the chance to see the house on the day it happened. There was so much in the text that compelled her to stay. She quickly texted back as the van started driving.

                To: Landon
                From: Mimsy

                My brother is holding me hostage and
                trying to take me to a church. demons
                are getting rather feisty. I'm trying to break
                free. Do you feel any activity? If not, we
                need to go to where it's strongest...and I'm
                thinking the school.


                "Carter...this is just a very bad idea," she said as she put her phone away. "I mean, if you think the church is so safe, why aren't we telling everyone? Why can't I warn Landon?" Then that's when she realized that they weren't heading to the church. After all, the church really wasn't too far away from the foster house. Instead they were heading toward the woods. They were driving on the old road that led to the high school. Had the historian listened to her after all? Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest. She could count its rhythm, its beat, like a metronome. Then suddenly the crashed into a tree, causing her body to jerk forward, but her seat belt kept her from falling out of her seat. She glanced around at the other teenagers, then unhooked her seat belt and moved so she could see the extent of Carl's damage. She saw some blood, and noticed her was unconscious. The van's engine was crushed, showing they probably wouldn't be able to drive out. "Someone needs to call 9-1-1," she said softly before moving over to the door to exit the vehicle. Perhaps all of this was a sign! She was determined to be apart of the exorcism.


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“ιѕ тнєяє αиутнιиg ι cαи dσ fσя уσυ dєαя? ιѕ тнєяє αиуσиє ι cσυℓd cαℓℓ?"

x. . . яσυи∂ му нσмєтσωи
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    The scene was chaotic. There was no way around it. More and more people were arriving by the minute. Professionals were moving to and fro. Everyone was talking. People were yelling. There was a scream. A howl. A rustle. Nicole couldn't seem to focus on any of it. It all seemed disconnected and disorganized. There was no way to connect it all. To make it make sense. She heaved as another convulsion left her stomach.

    Finally, Nicole's retching stopped. She sat numbly, quietly. She was staring at some point in the dark woods--at some bush. She saw it but she didn't really see it. She didn't know if there were berries on it (There weren't), or even if the leaves were large or small (small). She could not even say if the bush was green or not. It was not the darkness obscuring these facts. It was the shock. Why the Hell was she here? She didn't belong...

    The reminder of why she was here came not two minutes later. Malcolm. He seemed sympathetic. But why? She stared into the woods, not really hearing her friend, her lips trembling. "I need your help, Nic." The sentence her friend spoke came the clearest. Perhaps she was not supposed to be here...But as long as she was, she would find the resolve to do this. Determination coursed into her body. She forced herself out of her own head and listened to what Malcolm was saying. He was needed elsewhere but he wanted a safe zone for the girls. They're not all going to die...? Nicole thought. Although rationally when she had arrived at the scene she saw the girls shifting ever so slightly, she didn't know their status. They looked like they were on their last few breaths. But now, she could feel a sense of purpose. The resolve became stronger in her. She could handle this. "I can try, Mal." She said quietly, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "I'm sorry." She added, more quietly, regarding her behavior. She stood on swaying feet and made her way to Mal's car.

    Nicole leaned into the car and pulled the trunk's lever, she heard a pop! sound amidst the pandemonium. Instead of immediately going to the trunk, she reached for a water bottle sitting in the drink holder. She took a long swig of the water, trying to rid her mouth of the vile taste of bile and vomit. Next, she found the container of Vicks and dabbed a little of the substance below her nose. The scent of menthol immediately worked to disguise the smells of blood and flesh. When she was ready, she moved quickly to the back. She opened the trunk wider, seeing the first aid kits and blankets.

    Nicole pulled the blankets out first and spread the two larger ones out in a clear, segregated place near the cars Mal had mentioned. She set two of the kits on the blankets and looked around at the area that she had made, checking that it was all set for the survivors. It would do. She took a deep breath. It was time to attend to the girls. I CAN and WILL do this. She shook herself. She grabbed the remaining two kits and the smaller four blankets then proceeded around the cars. She heard the tail end of what Mal was saying to the priest and Izy. When did they get here? She wondered to herself and then approached the little group.

    "Father, Izy," Nicole nodded in greeting to both of them, "I...I have a safe area set up for the gi--for the survivors by the cars." She pointed to the area, "The school district required some form of first aid training for me to become a student teacher so I will be able to do some of the basics. I have two first aid kits with me here but the other officers may have some in their trunks as well. I also have four blankets here and two larger ones over in the safe area." She handed one of the kits to Charlie and two of the blankets to Izy. "I'm going to head over to the first girl...Did either of you say that you had first aid experience?" She asked, "It's okay if you don't." She added, "You could help move the kids that are ready to the safe area."

    Once she had their answers she returned her attention to the scene. She saw two familiar faces run up to help lift the branch off of one girl, so as such that situation seemed handled. Again, she wondered when they came and where they came from. She didn't have time to wonder for long, however, as she turned her attention from Ty and Charlotte and back to the other wounded girls. She moved to the nearest one. She was chanting something quietly, Nicole figured it was to calm herself. Nicole kneeled next to the girl, her eyes scanning the child. "Hey there," She said softly, to the little girl. Underneath the blood, the little girl looked familiar. But then...of course she did. Brookshire was a small town after all.

    The tutor gently smoothed back the brunette's hair, "I know you have owies all over but can you tell me where you hurt the most?" She asked, hoping the girl was lucid enough to answer. While Nicole waited for the girl (Darla) to answer, she scanned the body, looking for bone punctures. The worst of it seemed to be on her left arm. There was a deep wound, cutting through the skin and, as far as Nicole could tell, most of the bone. The arm was hanging on by what seemed to be a thread. She took a deep breath to steady herself. No amount of first aid training could have prepared her for this. This required some type of medical degree. But Nicole had to do what she could. There seemed nobody else to do it. The lone paramedics were dealing with the worst of the worst. She could try to handle this.

    Nicole popped open her first aid kit. There were the basics: disinfectants, gauze patches, gauze wrap, band aids, Neosporin, aspirin and a few additional items. In short: Not much. Again, the tutor tried to take a deep breath. She had to stop the bleeding. "This will hurt," She warned, "But I promise you'll feel better soon, okay?" She moved as close as she could to the wound. If she disinfected it, that would make it worse right? She didn't know. Best to stop the bleeding for now, then let the professionals help the girl later. Just keep her alive...Just keep her alive... She chanted to herself. She put on medical gloves and started to work as best as she could.

    The child cried as Nicole wrapped her arm with the gauze, bringing the pieces closer together. The binding was firm but still slacking--the way Nicole had learned (albeit for lesser wounds). She made sure the wound was supported, making it up as she went along...it seemed fine. For now. "Okay," She finally said, after putting a gauze patch and some tape on the girl's right collarbone and left leg, "We're going to try to move you to a safer area. Help will be here soon." She turned away from the child, "Can anyone help me move this little girl to the safe zone?" She called, "I think she's okay for now...but she really needs to see someone as soon as possible. She lost a lot of blood. I tried to stop the bleeding but I'm not sure if it'll last long." She felt something moving by her thighs...when she looked down, she saw her hands. They were violently shaking. She tried to ball them into fists but even that didn't do much. God, please keep her alive. She rarely (if ever) prayed. But this was one of those moments.


"иσ, αиd тнαик уσυ, ρℓєαѕє мαdαм, ι αιи’т ℓσѕт, נυѕт ωαиdєяιиg"

. . . яσυи∂ му нσмєтσωи
мємσяιєѕ αяє fяєѕн
xxxxяσυи∂ му нσмєтσωи
σн, тнє ρєσρℓє ι'νє мєт. . .

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ωнєяє :: The woods ωιтн Malcolm, Aubrey, the girl scouts, Ty, Charlotte, Charlie, and Izy and everyone else that may be there
fєєℓιиg:: Disturbed, determined, and COMPLETELY scared
ωєαяιиg :: Hey There Little Red Riding Hood
σσc:: Let me know if I need to edit anything
Or if I missed something or should have done something another way.
I may fact check this later just to make sure what Nic did isn't, you know, killing the girl (faster).
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                  Why wasn't Charlie answering? She had tried contacting him multiple times. Then again, there was a high chance he was busy with the assembly at the church. She was too distracted to really take in how charming Vlad could be in his own way. Although she furrowed her brows when he mentioned moving to Brookshire for inspiration. The confusion was very brief, as she kept her focus on the enviroment around them, she remembered why someone like Vlad would consider this a cure to writer's block. This was the town were horrific things had once occurred. Incidents that were so graphic, no one could make sense of it. Some suspected psychosis, perhaps a parasite or new government issued drug in the water supply. Raven knew very well that it was caused by demons. "I don't think anyone would willingly put their family in danger she assured him," although there was a slight quiver in her voice. She was nervous. They needed to leave. He asked if her work had ever included either the boarding house or the foster house. "Mostly the boarding house," she answered. "I was not present when the incident occurred, but I did a bit of research on the house afterward. Father Maddux is also a dear friend of mine."

                  "He won't survive the niiiiight," a voice taunted.

                  She didn't know if Vlad could hear it or not. The Demonoligist chose to ignore it. She had to get him out of her. She was determined if it were the last thing she did. She didn't care that he kept asking if she was alright. All she focused on was dragging him along. He didn't get into his car though and instead pulled out his phone. She pressed her lips together, flattening them as she tried to hold back her frustration. Now was not the time to check phones. He could do that once they were in the car (not that cars could really protect you from entities). It was at that moment her phone chimed, she had suspected a text from Charlie, but it was from an unknown sender. Was that what Vlad meant? At first a verse was present. It was James, first chapter, fifteenth verse. She was well familar with it, like she was with the majority of the passages in the religious text. What surprised her was when the text suddenly changed and transformed itself. First to a fragment, before her GPS app opened itself with a pathway highlighted to the old highschool. That was where it wanted them to go. Vlad suddenly asked if they needed a ride. "Yes..." she told him as she put her phone away. Although she didn't think Vlad needed to go. The school, if it was what she suspected would be dangerous...and there was a high chance the spirits, in their rage, would possess or kill him. "I need a ride to the--" She paused. At first she was going to tell him to take her to the church, and she would somehow trick him into exiting the car and she would take it and drive to the old school. Stealing and dishonesty was wrong. "Please take me to the old high school, but once I'm there, you have to promise me you'll drive to the church and wait until everything is over. You have a little girl to go home to, there's no need for you to involve yourself in this.

                  The Mechanic

                  King stood outside of the foster house, watching the building while lightly chuckling. So many people were inside, so many lives they could take in an instant. He didn't know how the rules worked. He was told thirteen. It was always about thirteen. He was sure more than thirteen people had died in Brookshire, so why hadn't some giant gate of fire revealed itself? He was promised riches and power. He was promised everything he could possibly long for if he assisted. He did what he was supposed to...or at least he thought. What was wrong? He knew he had to ask Allison, because they spoke clearly to her. He slipped inside of the building and started maneuvering his way through the dimly lit spaces. he was careful not to bump into any of the props or decorations. He heard someone run out of the house complaining about God knows what. As he searched the building, it wasn't long until he spotted what looked like a girl [The Troublemaker] up ahead. He quickened his pace as his own personal excitement rose. He reached into his pocket pulling out his knife, while slipping behind the male he wrapped his arm around him, attempting to point the blade at his neck.

                  "Hello darling," he whispered. "No we can either do this easy way...where you head into that bedroom and we can get this over with--- then again, there's always the hard way, but I don't think that needs much of an explanation." Although something else soon crossed his mind. "Or we can play hide-n-seek...I'll give you a headstart, my dear. But if I catch you...let's just say I'll let your fate be a surprise." A light laugh broke from his lips. "Oh but don't worry, I don't want to kill you. No, I have special instructions to let you live. Can't let you miss out on the big show at the old high school."

                  THE FOSTER HOUSE ;; THE KITCHEN

                  Cabinet doors suddenly started opening and closing by themselves...just as the garbage disposal in the sink was soon activated by the twitch on the wall. It was invisible hands were sent out to cause mischief.

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                          Hide. As a child, the idea of hiding was his best defense. At first they were laughing, but then, in an instant glee transformed itself into fear. Blood curdling, mind numbing fear. Hiding was the only thing he could think to do. The sounds of screams, and plees of mercy, triggered him to look back in time to see her yank one of his foster siblings up by their arm; being older, he was sure she pulled their arm out of the socket. Allison was angry. Who was the child? His thoughts cycled through various children, as though his mind wanted to piece together the missing pieces of the puzzle. The more he gripped in his head in efforts to stop the memories, the more they flooded in.

                          Rachelle...she was a six year old girl, who he remembered was a daydreamer. Her birthday was very close to his. He remembered seeing her sitting alone in her room, staring out the window watching he clouds. She was very quiet and it was hard to bait her into any kind of conversation. It hadn't bothered him because he was the same way. Being in the foster house was far from what he wanted, and he never knew why no one could locate any of his extended family members. He ranted to her once about how unfair life was and she told him to be happy that he had those memories, because her parents gave her up when she was two, or more acurrately twenty-six months of age. She didn't have a single picture, only that her mom had hair that smelled like honey, and her dad a beard that tickled when you kissed him. Shepherd hated he was remembering this. It wasn't relevant, but he knew it was because of the little rule he set for himself as a child. He prided himself on expanding his mind. His memories were like photographs. He could look at something and store it for later. As hard as it was to delete or suppress them, everything would always come back eventually.

                          Rachelle was petite, weighed little to nothing and a little clumsy. Running wise, she was slower than Kyle and he had recently turned three at the time of the massacre. Seeing Allison yank her up as swiftly as she did, and that cry of pain, stopped Shepherd in his tracks. His siblings scrambled. When interviewed, he often recounted this moment, but he convinced himself it occurred differently...therefore his life, felt as true as the sun rising in the morning and the moon at night. He once believed he shouted, "Put her down", only to have Allison look in his direction, with those lifeless eyes and slowly lower the young girl to the ground. Instead of releasing her, she placed a blade to her neck and asked, "Would you rather take her place". It was imagination that prompted the image to play over and over again. Pure imagination, mingled with his guilt, only to abruptly wake him in the middle of the night, before rushing to the nearest bathroom to vomit. No, that wasn't what happened at all. As he stayed down on the kitchen floor, in the middle of the foster house, he was reminded of how much of a coward he really was.

                          He did stop to see Rachelle yanked up by her arm. She cried and flailed trying to get free. Allison's grip loosened, but before she could run free, the foster mother grabbed her from behind. Shepherd had noticed a vase on a wooden butler against the wall. He had the urge to throw it, but he hesitated. It was when he looked back that his and Rachelle's eyes met, and then Allison slit her throat. When her body dropped to the ground, Allison crept down and started to pet her hair, whispering something inaudible from his distance. He slipped off, careful to not make a sound, it was a struggle to remember to breathe. His eyes burned as tears streamed down his face. He could have saved her. He could have caused a distraction, but he didn't. As he searched for a hiding spot, he noticed a few other children locating their usuals, refusing to let him in even as he begged. He didn't know if this ruined their stealth or not. There were other children who were trying to escape through the front door, but every lock in the house had to be opened by the key that Allison always wore around her neck. In his panic, he didn't stay around to suggest they go out the window.

                          Outside of Shepherd's thoughts, in present day reality, he was losing his mind. It was the kitchen where he hid...and now the sounds of the children dying, screaming bloody murder, were occurring right outside the door. Only, no one else but him could hear it, at least that's what he thought. Blood was pouring out of the body in the middle of the floor, now reaching his knees, staining his pants and his hands. It was thick and had that same smell that caused his stomach to twist. It was no joke that Sheherd had a severe fear of blood, that had the power to break all of his sound judgement and composure. It was a wonder he hadn't fainted. And then he saw her...Allison, or at least it was Allison from six years ago, walkin in the kitchen, with her large, bloodied knife hanging low at her side. Her steps were even paced, as though she had no reason to run or pursue him. Running would only make the punishment worse.

                          When he felt the hand touch his shoulder, he quickly drew up the knife from the floor and whipped around, pointing it right at Kaleb. His breaths were heavy and his eyes were far from normal. He wasn't sure if he had accidentally cut the other or not. It was seconds after he touched the weapon, he dropped it to the ground and realized what was happening. "I'm sorry," left his lips as he slowly shook his head. Reality was hard to distinguish. "Where am I...?" was an honest question. He wanted to ask how he got there, but slowly common sense made him realize he walked there. Had he really followed Lillian? And why was she the one who talked to him instead of Rachelle? Hesitantly he made his way to his feet and looked at both Trinity, then Kaleb. "Where's Georgie?" he at first asked, then remembered that he had earlier receieved a text from Pennie. "And Pennie?" Then again, he couldn't remember if he had even checked his phone recently. The questions didn't shake twisting sickness present in the pit of his stomach, or the lump that had formed in throat. There was always shame that followed after his...psychotic break downs. What bothered him most of all was that they were becoming all too frequent.

                          "Lucky..." he heard Allison coo, causing him to quickly whip around. She wasn't there. He was losing his mind. "I...I...don't mind stepping out for some fresh air-- no wait, the show...has it started yet?" His eyes were now locked on Trinity, remembering just how frustrated her dad was with their performance earlier in the week. He knew this was supposed to be a big event. The producer and his psychologist had both stressed to him that he needed to keep his head...and if it was too much for him to handle, to let them know. Although each time he was asked, he wanted to back out, but he didn't want to disappoint anymore more than he already had. The last thing he wanted was to be labeled crazy. "I...didn't cut you did I...? I don't even know what came over me. I just, I walked in, and I guess they did a ******** realistic job on the body, because it looks real, and the blood...felt real, and I guess, I guess it just...triggered--- please say I didn't cut you." His words left his lips a lot quicker than how he typically spoke. He couldn't keep direct contact. He especially couldn't take the smell of the blood and next thing he knew he darted over to the sink, attempting to wash the crimson "paint" from his hands. It wasn't coming off. He could tell it was staining his hands and seeped under his finger nails. He scrubbed harder and harder until his skin stung. "Why won't it come off???," he harshly whispered.

                          "Shep," it was Lillian again, but this time he chose to ignore her. "Allison is after you...you should hide! He couldn't respond. He wanted to tell her to shut up, but he refused to risk looking crazier than he already was. Instead he kept scrubbing his hands harder and harder. Blood looked so pale and pinkish mixed with the water and soapy lather, but the smell remained.

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                          Xx Location;; Foster House, downstairs, kitchen with Kaleb and Trin
                          Dogs:: Melody, Gambit
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                          Attire:: Only a pair of black dress pants, bloodied short sleeved shirt. Polyvore coming soon.



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                                                          Trinity blinked after being a little distracted from the screaming children echoing in the house, slightly jumpy at the sound of footsteps pausing next to her. Her hand clutched Kaleb's arm in case the b***h from upstairs wanted a second go, only to sigh in relief at April's voice and let go of her costar. "In the kitchen? Oh, right, that's he's stationed there. He's...alright, right?" she asked, recalling the reaction he had made when they were given a tour of the rooms earlier. He had mentioned how blood made him nauseous once when they first rehearsed together. Why he told her that, she had no idea. Trinity never probed Lucky into telling her his whole background. Maybe bits and pieces, but nothing surrounding what he was initially famous for. Kaleb was appalled that April hadn't check on Lucky then suggested to Trinity to tag along with him before Trinity could thank April for locating the other boy. She did happen to catch the way April was looking at Joey. A part of her wanted to stay and watch April tear into Joey's outfit. She thought that's what April was getting ready to do anyway. Most of that get up looked cheap, like Good Will cheap. She knew how discounted clothes bugged her bestie. Trinity didn't stick around, however. Lucky was more important than a fashionista losing her marbles.

                                                          Walking towards the kitchen, her thoughts of April was pushed aside. Kaleb was asking about the strange sound effect playing. "I guess. I'm not sure what all went on in here," she shrugged, slipping by Kaleb as he held open the kitchen door. She felt a little stiff around Kaleb. Maybe he was right to look at her the way he had. Aside from the minor scratches on her neck from the nails of the crazy lady upstairs, Trinity had to have looked mad. Then again, he could think she was pulling some kind of trick over his head to get him alone. He hardly seemed to believe let alone be have even the slightest bit of interest in her 'attack from the blond lady' bit. Why should he? It was already embedded into her thick skull that Kaleb was not her biggest fan. This had nothing to do with her jealousy of Pennie. Not this time at least. Just little things he said or did made it pretty clear to her that the two of them were not going to be seeing much of the other after the production was finished.

                                                          It was when she turned her head to see what Kaleb was gawking at. Her mouth hung open slightly while her mind went wild with assumptions. Is that a dead body?! Whoa, did Lucky..? No, no way. He couldn't have. He wouldn't harm a fly...right? Her head was hurting. The blond stood at the blood-stained island, running her teeth along her bottom lip, glancing past her shoulder. She was starting to become very spooked. Not that the cries from extras evading the house was helping. She started to think of tracking down her Dad. He must be furious by now, not to mention the customers outside who could be demanding refunds right about now. She was surprised an angry mob hadn't broken down the doors yet. Hearing the boys, the blonde whipped her head, eyes widening at the sight of Lucky holding a knife. Wait, she knew that knife. Her heart was beating much faster now as the lady's warning rang in her ears. No, she's wrong. I'll prove it, she thought, determined.

                                                          "Lucky.." she spoke softly, coming around the island once the knife was dropped. A brow arched when he started asking questions. He was really out of it, wasn't he? "You're in the foster house...for the Halloween thing..", she reminded him. "Um, I..don't know where Georgie...and Pennie are exactly.." she paused, glancing at Kaleb. He probably knew. She gave them a minute to talk. turning her back to Lucky, the blond grabbed the plastic rib cage to adjust it yet again. She felt like the damn thing was digging into her skin through her clothes. Was that even possible? When she turned back, Lucky was looking at her, asking about the show. "Honestly, people are already leaving. I'm about to leave myself. This whole night has been a waste," she said, untying the corset ribbons to her annoying accessory then slapped it down on the island counter. "Oh my god, that's so much better. You two have no idea," she said, resisting the urge to rub her chest in front of them. Guys really didn't know the pains of being a girl sometimes. Well, more like ever.

                                                          Lucky started to apologize, he looked so ashamed of himself. Like a new puppy who was kicked for peeing on the carpet. She frowned at her shaken up costar, glancing at Kaleb wondering if he was thinking the same thing she was. They were both crazy. First Trin, now Lucky. Good lord, she could hear her girlfriends already planning the wedding behind her back. Mr. and Mrs. Crazy Town ladies and gentlemen! Aren't they adorable? Trinity didn't see anything cute about it. She followed Shep to the sink, seeing him scrubbing away. "Hey, easy there Shep," she said, matching his frustrated face. "Lucky, if you keep this up you'll--OHMYGOD!!" the blonde screamed, pulling Lucky away from the sink when the disposal switched on.

                                                          If that wasn't scary enough, the cabinet began to open and slam shut in a rhythm of a beating heart. "That's it! We're out of here! Gogogogogogogo!" she rushed her words, pushing and shoving them out the back kitchen door. The trio were greeted by the cold wind as she shut the door behind them. The shadows from the trees and bushes danced in the moonlight. Trinity thought she heard one the of the boys swallow hard. "I swear those were not the special effects discussed this morning. Sorry I might've made your ears bleed, Shep.." she apologized, resting one hand on her hip while the other retrieved her phone from her bra. Suddenly, there was another joining them. "Whoa, Pennie? Ooh, girl your face looks..yeesh..you need ice, but I'm not going back in there.." she announced. She shivered a bit from the chill running down her spine at the thought of running into Alison again. Was she still in there? Waiting for her to come back?

                                                          Gulp.

                                                          Shaking off her fear, she watched her costars reunite for a moment. Sure, she wanted to bombard the female lead of V4 with a round of twenty questions, but there was time for that later. "Listen, you can all go back if you want into the hell house. I can handle Daddy on my own. All this haunting stuff is making me nervous..and hungry. Say, are there any Chinese places here opened late for delivery? If so, you three want anything?" she asked, glancing up at the two before replying to Graham. Whether or not they took up her offer for free food, Trinity soon finished her text and began to surf the Web. The tulle material on the bottom of her dress did its job to irritate her legs. "Ugh, can one of you unzip me? I need to get out of this getup already."

                                                          TO: Graham
                                                          FROM: Trin
                                                          Fine, whatever. I'm sorry I overreacted.
                                                          No, I don't want you to blow me off.
                                                          I think you're clever enough to know what's going on in my head.
                                                          Tonight's not a night for that I'm afraid.
                                                          I'm starting to think there's literally something in this house...
                                                          and it's very angry.
                                                          Be careful out there, Graham.




                ooc
                Location: Foster House; outside
                Company: Kaleb, Lucky, Pennie
                Attire: Dead Dorethy
                Mood: uncomfortable
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                                  Soft murmurs filtered up the stairs to the blond pacing along the attic floor. Nothing intelligible (not that he expected anything interesting for that matter) caught Landon's ear as he waited for Mimsy. The girl knew how to keep a guy waiting, a quality the troublemaker wasn't fond of, least of all when it came to interacting with him. Something about her interested him enough to keep from telling her to ******** off. Plus there was always the chance that she held the key to the journal. It interested her, and she seemed to think there was more to it, which interested him. Maybe chick writing will make sense to her.

                                  Time ticked by as the troublemaker paced. Step. Step. Step. Turn and repeat. Fingers tapped against the diary within his pocket in the rhythm of each step. Downstairs, he distinctly recalled her saying that she had been downstairs, and yet she hadn't shown up yet. How ******** long does it take to climb some stairs. God damn. Landon crossed the floor, exiting the small room and stopped at the stairs. Peering down yielded no sight of Mimsy, which sent a jolt of anger through him. His hand shot out, striking the wooden banister before him. Part of him wanted to storm downstairs and find the b***h. Get whatever it was they were going to do out of the way so he could have some fun. Another part knew waiting in one place was smarter.

                                  Landon turned on his heels, frustration gripping him. His fingers dug into his pocket, pulling out his cellphone. The device buzzed within his hand, the screen illuminating to show a message from his missing companion. [********], he breathed as he opened the message. Rather than improve his mood, the words only sparked his temper. With effort, he kept from throwing the phone at the wall as he typed his response. The troublemaker muttered under his breath as he tried to keep his anger from seeping into the message.

                                  To: Mimsy
                                  From: Landon
                                  Message: Hostage in a church? Sounds
                                  kind of kinky. Activity? No. More like
                                  lame costumed bitches moaning for
                                  all the wrong reasons. The school
                                  again? Am I supposed to go alone?
                                  Or you plan on meeting me there for
                                  a little demon hunting?


                                  What was it with bitches and their need to constantly change their plans with him? Izy jerked him around, hot and then cold as she deemed fit and now Mimsy or Emilee or whatever the hell she wanted him to call her was starting to prove just the same. I am going to have to do something about that. Landon turned his back to the door, staring at the darkest corner of the room, letting his thoughts go towards various methods of turning things back to his favor. Maybe he just needed something large scale to remind everyone who he was and what he could do. That was how he usually played things when people started to forget. Maybe it was time for a grand gesture.

                                  The arm wrapping around his shoulders gave the first indication that company joined the troublemaker, and the deep voice grating to his ear told him that the encounter wasn't likely to be the fun variety. A sharp p***k touched at his neck and a grin spread across his lips. The guy clearly didn't know who he was ******** with, especially not calling him darling. "Got me real nice and hard, yeah, you're little speech, but I'm not some easy slut you take to the bedroom and forget about. Need a little more foreplay than that..." The blade bit into his flesh again, sending a tingle down his spine. The encounter gave him more entertainment than he had been expecting after all. "Oh hide-n-seek. Well now that has always been a favorite of mine. But now who is giving you instructions? Sounds like a third party I should meet. I mean, can't go into a threesome blind, right?" The other male's laughter tickled his ear, causing Landon to shift slightly. "So you gonna count or you gonna sit here and dry hump my a**?"

                                  The mechanic shoved Landon away, his mad laughter filling the room. Spinning on his heels, the troublemaker considered making some attack, to tackle the man before that knife did any real damage, but that felt like the least fun option. The other male made a show of waving the blade in his hand around before covering his eyes behind his hands. Landon paused only long enough to hear the man mutter something about thirteen and Allison. It nearly intrigued him long enough to attempt conversation with the obviously insane man, but despite liking a bit of crazy, he decided he wasn't all that interested in finding out what "special" things the dude had in mind for him. "Catch ya later, b***h."

                                  The troublemaker took the stairs by two before finally hopping over the banister once he hit about the two-thirds down. He barely noticed anyone he passed. Though a few familiar faces caught his eye, he kept moving until he was outside. Wonder how long he'll search the house... Should have specified the rules if he didn't want me leaving. A cool breeze caught him as he heard the words "Ugh, can one of you unzip me? I need to get out of this getup already." Oh the places he could go with that sentence. The speaker was Trinity, a female he rarely interacted with. If only he had more time. "Looks likes threesomes all around tonight, eh Lucky? Kaleb? Oh and Pennie is hiding back there too. Good god, what happened to your face? Anyway you guys swinging then? An orgy? Whatever. You all have fun. For now, I've got places to be. I hear the high school is just thriving with life right now or something. Maybe I'll see you all there, once you're done with your business, eh? Supposed to be something big going on there tonight." Hearing about the place twice seemed as good as any reason to head that way.

                                  Wet sensation slid down his neck. Gently, his fingers touched against the barely moist flesh, wiping away the small droplet of blood running along his neck. The blood set some ideas into motion. Combined with the high school, especially if everyone were there, it would be as good as any for his grand finale, prank of all pranks, right?Got to give the public something to talk about. Landon always liked being the center of attention after all.



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( GPS:outside of the haunted house MOOD: frustrated and ready to do something COMPANY:Trinity, Lucky, Pennie, and Kaleb sort of COSTUME: Semi-dead Carissa OOC: Any editing needed, let me know! I was going to set him towards the school already, but I figured I'd give everyone a chance to respond if they wanted. )
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                                                              Vlad was curious about the woman in front of him... Just how did she fit into all this and as he was wondering he thought he saw a steak of light fly by out of the corner of his eye, but there wasn’t a car there. Nor there was the sound of a car. It was enough to send a few goosebumps down and back up his spine, but not enough to have him all too worried. And yes he was worried, it was Halloween night in a town haunted by a murderer... But he tried to believe he was not so worried... But then again it hard to remain cool and collected... People were over at his house, marveling at the spectacle. Yes, the producer offered him a chance to showcase as house, as well as pay him royalties... But were they really royalties he earned or was he exploiting the towns history. A bit of an odd timing to think about this, but it was his conversation with Rave that had bum wondering if this was a bad idea. Not to mention with a murderer on the loose targeting a mostly female populace... Did he sign his daughter up for the chopping block without even realizing it? She said she was going to stay home or in the neighborhood for the most part so he trusted her but at the same time she was a teen so what if she did sneak out? He would not know... Nor would he have the knowledge to help her out... If she were to get in trouble, would he even know? The answer he felt in his gut was a resounding, most likely no. And thats what worried him the most. He did not know what it would be like to lose a daughter, nor was he looking to find out...

                                                              To think that their last conversation would be over text, or think that he could barely remember the last time he hugged her... Those were no memories he wanted. He did not want vague or blurry memories. He wanted bright and vivid. He wanted a daughter who was alive and vibrant. He wanted to be able to get that last chance, to tell her he loved her and to hope that she believed him. Vlad was thinking back to when she was a little baby... Even during the town meeting, the video footage of her riding that bike. She was his baby girl. She would always be his baby girl. The little girl who gave him eskimo kisses before she went to bed and after he read her, her favorite bedtime story of the week. The writer remembered that his last text message to her was reminding her to be safe and she said she would be. But it was hard to believe and trust that when he knew that he could not trust the town. As much as he trusted his daughter like a loyal confidante... He could not for the life of him, or even his daughter, trust this town.

                                                              It was interesting to learn that she centered her focus around the boarding house... But it was also curious that she didn’t know much about the incident at his house... Besides her research... She didn’t sound like she knew much... But maybe she knew more than she let on and Vlad just nodded his head. “Thats great that you can have such a strong friendship despite the hardships.” He said with a nod, “Do you think that either of the houses could be the cause of whats going on? Or is it something else entirely?” He asked to ask, unsure if he was humoring or sincerely asking. Though after the scene with the bible. It was hard to chalk up what he saw as just a giant coincidence... Like honestly what was that? What was going on he thought he was seeing things. He looked up to see a shadow and a bubbling gust of grey where a face should be till the figure just disappeared in the cloud of smoke that it was. He blinked his eyes as if that would erase and reset the image... And while the area looked like itself... It didn’t feel the same, the air felt more dense and he couldn’t shake the dirty feeling as though he jumped in a mud bath, though he was far from mud.

                                                              The fact she jumped at his offer made it all the more easier to go along and get his own adventurous urges out of his system, perhaps get the sudden stroke of inspiration he’d been looking for since he finally arrived in town. “Sure... sure don’t worry about it.” He tried to assure, though the fact was he was hearing half of what she said and tossing out the other house.. Why would he head to the church if there was something that could unhinge his locked potential? As he got in his car he waited for her before driving off in the direction and thats when he caught the damaged vehicle in his sights, “What the....” Slipped from his lips and it wasn’t till he caught his daughter stumbling out of the van he drove faster and parked beside it getting out to see an unconscious Carl in driver’s seat... As well as a bunch of teens one of them being his daughter!? “Quin what in god’s name is going on and why the hell are you all the way out here? Why aren’t you at home? and... who are all your friends? but more importantly what happened... Just... what happened.” That was really all he wanted to know he had long since forgot about Raven and her issues with the town and her concerns about hi heading to the church... His little girl was right here! So why did need to go to the church to seek shelter, when the reason he would be heading there was standing right in front of him? It wasn’t till after all his questions where out of his system he caught the little fang in his daughter’s mouth and he shook his head, “Cute Quin... very cute.” He stated before looking to the motley crew in front of him, “Did someone call nine-one-one already? ... and what happened, honestly!”



                                                              Location;; by the old highschool in the woods
                                                              Company;; Raven, Quin, Ophi, Mimsy, Carter, Georgie, and Carl
                                                              Attire;; Brown Trenchcoat




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Her eyes sparkled at the mention of him having a grapple gun. Why hadn't she seen this before? They could swing around town, saving the world from the killer on the lose. Well... unless it was a necromancer. She didn't remember any necromancer episodes in Batman. Then again, it had been a while since she ever saw Batman. What series were they on now? Batman Beyond? Yeah, she went to more Japanese style cartoons. Anime was where it was at. But she really did hope the grapple gun would survive through the fire. It would really suck if it didn't. Oh if only she had a mood bubble present floating beside her. It would show her facial expression of displeasure if that thing was wrecked. Stupid fire.

Bunni nodded in agreement to Oli. There was definitely safety in groups. If there was anything Scooby doo taught her it was no splitting up. Yep. No splitting up for anyone of them until this thing was figured out. Whatever it was... Luckily her head wasn’t feeling as bad as it was else she would’ve missed another chime of her phone. Her attention went to her texts soon after. One was from Quinn that she missed a few minutes ago and the other was from her cousin. A little smirk appeared on her lips as she started typing her reply. The girl was half listening to what Oliver and the guy who she forgot to ask what his name was’ were saying, while concentrating solely on texting Kaleb.

To: Kaleb
From: Clair

True! You the best!
=^^=
But you sure it not so scary?

You can add heartless or a
necromancer to the list. Oli
and me got attacked by
shadows. And this guy’s
friends got kidnapped!
I don’t like Hallow’s eve
T^T
You be safe and watch out
for shadows and and
zombies! Srly!

Course I did!
Can’t let things burn
That would just be bad.


Clair hoped her cousin would heed her warning about the heartless or whatever those shadows were called. She could only hope. This town was getting crazier by the second. Everywhere she turned someone was dying or getting hurt! If only she knew what the future would bring…

Her attention went back to the two present in front of her, when the guy asked if they should get a move on. Yep. By the sound of sirens and the way Oliver was grabbing his arm, it was time to leave. ”Church it is. Got to save his friends. Yep, yep. Let’s go.” Without another word, she was off in the direction of the church following the teen and taking Oliver by the hand so he wouldn’t feel much need to scratch his arm from stress. Though the girl wasn’t one to go to church, she still had a decent map in her head of where things were. She liked to go on little adventures. That’s how she found cool places like the comic book store and met Georgie. Georgie. She really should contact him/her to see how s/he was holding up. Yeah, the pink haired girl was still a bit confused on the gender of Georgie. Maybe naïve would be the better word to describe it. She believed her/him to be a girl more than a boy.

The trek to the church came short when Bunni caught sight of tire marks up ahead. The black streaks were so bold on the asphalt that it was rather hard to miss unless one was blind. ”Jinkies!” she exclaimed, running or rather… jogging toward the blackened stripes that headed off the road and into the forest. The girl then knelt down to get a closer look, eyes squinting as if to helping her focus. ”Tire tracks.” her attention went then to the gamer after she touched it to feel its texture just like any detective would do. Psh, like she knew what she was feeling for or why in the first place. This was just monkey see, monkey doo. ”You said they were heading to the church or were they already there?” She was still confused why someone would kidnap people and take them to a church. Oh no! Were they like devil worshippers or something? Wait… no. That didn’t make sense… Geez. Too much anime. ”These weren’t here before, but last time I went on this road was about a week ago? At least I think it was...” Yeah, this was near the graveyard and old high school right? Lovely….

Her green eyes glanced back to the foliage the tracks lead. It was obvious the vehicle ran right off the road and into the forest. And by the looks of it, it kept driving. She went to the broken branches of trees and messed up bushes. Oh yeah, a car went here. The grass and dirt was even tampered messily by tire imprints. Hey, this detective thing wasn't all that hard! She was sooooo Batgirl. "Come on, this way!" she motioned the two to follow. Now all she had to do was follow the messed up grass and dirt. Easy-peasy. Onward, march!

She said nothing as she headed forwards, well... follow the lines. Oli and the gamer were sure to be right behind her, right? They wouldn't leave her in the.. scary... dark... woods. Well Oli wouldn't. No way! Ah but she still had to take a gander. Just a little peek back just to see if they were at least in sight. Why was she suddenly so scared? Who knew? Maybe it was because things were getting too creepy for her taste. Maybe it was because this place was near the graveyard she swore up and down she would never ever ever E V E R go near that place again. Maybe when she died but that wasn't gonna be for a looooong time. Uh-ah. Nope. She would be fine and Oli would be fine and her new friend would be fine and everyone would be fine cause... cause... she couldn't think negatively. No, no. She had to keep her head in the clouds so no one could pull her back down to earth and tell her how wrong she was or how the world didn't work that way. Hell yes she was in denial, but denial was a sweet thing.

The grass crunched beneath her feet and her walking slowed when she got to the car that had crashed against the tree. Bunni gulped, growing a bit shaky now. She didn't want to see death. No, not again. She saw it twice now. Three times if she counted the zombie. But as the saying goes, bad things happen in three's. The blonde started breathing out her mouth. Step by step. Step by step, she grew closer. Step by step. Step by step. Her hair stood on end. Her heart raced within her chest. Fear crawled in her veins with every step, every breath, and every pump of her beating hear. But she had misstep once she looked back again to see if Oliver and the other were behind her. She needed some assurance. Some guidance and courage to continue on. But somehow someway she had lost her balance in that given moment when she looked back to see the driver who’s head was on the steering wheel. It was only a second and a second was all it took for her to lose her footing and tumble down the hill. It was a long ways down, but she was still okay. Still breathing. Hurt like crap though. She groaned, probably able to get up but didn't really want to. All she could do was roll from her stomach and onto her side. Man that hurt.





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              Juliette knew she could be a monstrous, controlling b***h when she wanted to be. She knew that Narcissa was only trying to help, and she appreciated it. Narcissa was so loyal and kind that even Juliette's threat to strike her, didn't drive her away. While she suspected something like that would unravel any and all of her relationships. Narcissa was all she had left. These were the thoughts that swam through her mind due to her recent circumstances. It was easy to be sad and to slip into the victim role. She was an abused house wife with broken dreams--- it was all too easy to be depressed. Her foot hurt whenever she applied too much pressure on the ground, but holding it up, the pain wasn't as bad, her breathing settled and she was able to think. Maybe it was the alcohol that took her focus away from the pain as well? She didn't care what the reason was, as long as she was able to really take a look at her current life. It would be so easy to say Adam won in convincing her that she was nothing, but she didn't want to do that. She didn't want to be portrayed as worthless. She came from a good family. She had a family who loved her. She knew she should have done a better job keeping in touch with everyone. She would do better. After all of this, the first thing she would do is call her parents, and brief them on...well, everything.

              Her eyes trailed towards the home as she wondered if it was right of her to send Narcissa in by herself. Thinking about the images-- the words on the pictures, the sounds...everything about what they witnessed, caused her stomach to twist. Narcissa was going back inside because she was asked to. How could someone be so selfless? Although not much time went by, Juliette did worry for the girl. Her mind was doing a hell of a good job coming up with all sorts of paranoid possibilities of what was going on. She continued to lean against her car, and reached for her where her pockets would have been, but remembered once again she didn't have her phone. A simple right popped up in her head as her hand retreated to the car to brace herself once more against the car.

              Crash. She jerked her head in the direction the sound came from. She was more than certain it was the sound of glass, perhaps a window breaking. Juliette doubted the sound came from her neighbor's house, after all there was quite a bit of distance in between the two lots. She glanced towards the front door, then back to the direction the sound originated. Curiosity nagged her to investigate, but common sense reminded her it would end badly. Blondes usually die in horror movies, right? How many minutes had passed since Narcissa had returned to the house? If she had her phone she could easily keep track of that sort of thing…but as of now, sixty seconds felt like two hours.

              “Come on,” she whispered to herself, before a sharp pain shot through her foot. A wince followed by a hardily audible, ”Dammit,” was whimpered. She glanced around for any trace of light. There was none. Even the little lanterns that often illuminated her elegant, yet lengthy driveway, were dark. Shadows easily appeared to be monsters. She moved to put her foot on the concrete, but the pain immediately caused her to rethink that decision. She was stranded by her car at the mercy of waiting for Narcissa to return…who could be laying out on her living room floor, dead. The image seemed to cause an awkward lump to form in her throat that felt impossible to swallow. She heard the sound of another crash and looked up to see it came from Kain’s bedroom this time. This was the only time Juliette had been thankful for lightning, but the flash made it clear for her to see her son’s bedroom window was broken. The image she saw next wasn’t anything she could properly describe. She saw what looked like a girl; a young girl, maybe one about Kain’s age…but she was standing by the window. Then she was gone. Juliette had already suspected she was crazy, but now she was convinced. She grabbed her hair with both of her hands, temporarily forgetting about trying to support her foot.

              Her heart was racing, pounding against her chest, as her breaths grew shorter and quicker. There were no actual complete sentences forming in her head, or words she remembered how to say. Until finally the word, “Hell,” broke from her lips, soon followed by several other curse words as her mind tried to wrap around what exactly was going on. She opened her mouth to call out for her housekeeper, but suddenly couldn’t remember her name. It made no sense because she said it multiple times not too long ago. Yelling “you” wouldn’t benefit her either. “Dammit,” she spouted out purely from frustration as she tried to remember the Asian girl’s name. Was she really drawing blanks? Then as though a light bulb suddenly lit up, the name “narcissa” formed on her tongue. “Narcissa,” she called out, hoping the other girl could hear her.

              ”Narcissssssa” suddenly was echoed, but it was in a voice she couldn’t fully comprehend. It sounded like the wind, but left a chill like a bad thought. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she listened to the voice repeat the name three more times. Each time, closer than the one before. She kept her gaze ahead in case someone or something decided to show itself. If she died now, then Juliette knew she would regret it. There were a list of things she wanted to do. She had to get in touch with her family. She had to help establish some order back to the town and prove to Adam she wasn’t a failure. She had to get to the bottom of Kain’s death. She had to properly apologize to Carl for everything she put him through, maybe she could take him out for pie? More importantly, she didn’t want to give up on connecting with Ophelia. The idea of revealing that she was her mom…and that she abandoned her, was terrifying, but she wanted to do it.

              “Narcissa!” she shouted again, this time with more urgency and desperation. The idea of leaving the girl alone in her house…with whatever was in there…was awful. She couldn’t live with that and refused to. She gently placed her foot back on the pavement, the glass digging even deeper into the soft tissue. Her steps were more of a hobble in attempts to not apply too much pressure to her more injured foot, although both of her feet were punctured with glass. Each step made her want to cry, but she pressed forward. “Narcissa!” she continued to call out as she made her way back to the house. She wanted to see her carefree housekeeper's happy face. She wanted to hug her tightly and pet her hair and laugh lightly at her naive statements. It was terrible of her to send the girl back in alone. It was the only thing that kept her from saying "******** it" and turning around to retreat back to the car.


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            MODERN HAUNTING The Summers' Residence




                  The piano softly played a few notes, although the melody was out of key. Almost random. Plates dropped from the cabinets in the kitchen, shattering on the floor. A cup was thrown against the wall by an unseen force, shattering into multiple, tiny pieces. Softly The Starving Housekeeper's name was continuously whispered in the home from all directions. Then suddenly something pulled her hair. It was a quick, sharp movement and quickly let go of her golden locks. The piano started playing louder, although it was damaged. A foul stench slipped into the air, and a new text message popped up in her inbox.

                  To: The Starving Housekeeper

                  Do you want to see what hell looks like?
                  Sit down, and wait for the show to begin.


                  Windows shattered in various rooms. One from the kitchen, the others from upstairs. The doors continued to slam open and shut with more intensity as time progressed.




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Narcissa: The Saddened Housekeeper


Okay keys. Cissa had to go and get some keys. Now where were they? Let’s see she had seen Juliette put them down somewhere. Probably in that bowl near the entrance? It’s going to be good, just go in get the keys and go out. No need to spend hours in there. Though honestly the house scared her. A lot. The sounds, the writing, everything about going inside terrified her. But she would go because she had to get the keys so that they could go to the hospital and she can get better. Since it could be a fracture or broken, you just don’t know. So as she started to look around the house they weren’t in the bowl where they usually were. She took out her phone and used it as a light starting to shine it around trying to find the keys. Looking around as she tried to not get scared.

Had to get out of her head. She had to focus on the keys and not on the surroundings. Soon a crash happened which made her jump! Okay, okay, Cissa calm down. She breathed in and out. Still trying to find the keys, looking around. If they weren’t in the ball maybe they fell down in the rush. Se walked and walked around. Trying hard to not step any broken glasses. She looked down the hallway and went around. Maybe it was in the kitchen since sometimes she hid the keys in the cookie jar if she was worried about Juliette and drinking. So maybe in there? Since if not she wasn’t very sure where else they would be…she tried to think it through.

She tried really hard to stay calm. Telling herself that she was imagining it. That she was paranoid and that there was none of those creepy sounds. Soon she heard her name echoing. It wasn’t Juliette’s voice, so who was calling her name? She looked around as she asked hesitantly “Yes?”

She didn’t know why she would ask that. Wasn’t like it would be Casper the Friendly Ghost coming by to say hello. She felt goosebumps form along her arms, as she shivered. Looking around as she soon heard her name echoed. She looked around as she yelled out ““Yes? Who is it?!”

Soon she heard the piano softly play a few notes. It sounded almost random. Was it suppose to be a melody? Or was it just notes? Was it creepy because it was out of tune? Well if that was it, it was working. She felt herself getting more scared. She soon heard a plate drop from the kitchen. She winced as she looked around for what had caused it. Which in itself was a stupid question. This whole house seemed to be haunted.

She was trying really hard to not believe all the signs. Hell, she was half Japanese half German. Both believed in spirits like that. In Babenhausen, lights turned on and off by themselves, voices in the basement. Training areas in te museum there were ghosts of nazi soldiers, in the barracks there were footsteps, there were phone calls of a woman talking backwards. Or Bitburg sometime during the night there is a room where lights flicker and people heard screaming. Windows moving up and down. And yet here she was trying to tell herself over and over that it wasn’t real. Nope, and she wasn’t even going to think about the Japanese ghosts she had to think of that could do all the things that were happening.

She looked at the cupboard and soon saw the cup and probably it was in her head but it looked as if it had almost hit him. She winced as she asked ““don’t suppose you’d just tell me what you want so that we can all live peacefully?”

Soon she heard her name being called in a really creepy whispering tone. She looked around all the directions one by one for the source of her name. She felt herself shiver as her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest. She didn’t even know what she should do! She winced again as she asked ““What do you want?”

She felt her hair being pulled and yelled in a mixture of shock and pain as she said “Let go!” And she tried to move her hands to shoo away the one who was pulling her hair but it was let go. And then the piano got louder and louder and louder. It became almost discombobulating as she tried to focus on the keys but wasn’t able to do so. It was as if this spirit was just keeping her from doing anything. She looked around as she asked “ “Please just leave me alone?”

Like please and thank you would do anything. And yet she couldn’t stop herself. As if that wasn’t enough, there was this smell. It was…foul? It was like old food mixed with old chicken and day old garbage. She felt herself being nauseous, as if she was going to throw up and yet it never happened. She just gagged. God what was that smell? She started to back away from the kitchen assuming that it was that. And as she walked backwards as her phone beeped, a text.

She didn’t know why she had even bothered to look at the text when everything was as crazy as it was. She read the question, did she want to see what hell looked like? Um…no. Why would anybody ever want to see what hell looked like or even go there? That was a ridiculous question. It told her to sit down and wait for the show to begin? What was even more stupid…was that she text back, not even knowing if it’d work or not:

To ???
From The Starving Housekeeper
I’d really like to not see hell
And can’t you just leave?
Since I’m sure the show is…evil?


Soon she heard windows shattering. She winced as she screamed. Soon she just saw…or felt? Well she surely heard all the shattered windows. She winced again as she didn’t know what there was to do. She yelled again “ “Please stop this?!”

She could probably run and as she ran for a door just to get out of there she saw the door slaming open and closed. She stupidly for a moment thought she could maybe run between the open and closing of the doors but that thought went away as she saw it closing again and again too quickly for her to do anything about it. She yelled ““Juliette?! CAn you at least hear me?!”


Where Are You?: Mayor's House - Inside, living room near front door attempting escape
With Who?: Evil Spirit, definitely evil spirit
What you wearing?A Simple Dress

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