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Name of Kid here: Gillian Boil
Fear amount of kid: 40

Screams +10
Light +20

The first thing Astra became aware of was a soft singing, coming from a room adjacent to her. It looked like the portal had dropped her off inside a hallway of a house, and she guessed the room must hold the human scareling. Quietly, she inched open the door to peer inside. What greeted her sight was a barrage of cute and cuddly toys, tiny tables with cups, and all sorts of plushies. She made a face at the amount of fluffy toys around. There was a limit to the amount of 'cute' she could tolerate, and this was borderline over the top. At least there wasn't any glitter around, as far as she could tell.

What caught her attention however, was the small human scarling who was currently hiding under the covers of her bed. The ghoul was even singing a song! A smile adorned the fae's face at this, one which spoke of all the mischief she intended to have. Her steps were light and quick, allowing her to cross the floor with minimal noise towards the Cabinet, where she opened it and hopped inside. Once in position, Astra opened the door once more, only to slam it shut.

Rosy phases into the room through the wall, glancing once then twice to make sure everything was in the clear. Arching a brow towards the bed, she spots the lump under the covers which she assume was the human scareling. How nice, she was already hiding, this would make things even better. She found herself curious about the singing, having to bite her lip for to not say a word out loud. Quickly moving toward bed, she slips under it with ease. This was going to be easy, at least she hoped it would be.

Floating under it, she gives a loud long moan before she drags her nails along the underside of the bed.

Having followed Rosy only slipping through the window since he couldn't phase through walls, the ice demon skillfully slipped into the toy box. Shifting he created a rattling from within the box before settling down and thinking of a plan. Judging by the amount of dolls in the toy box he gathered this was a little female humans bedroom.

Kwasi wasn't going to make the same mistake as last time. No cramped little containers this time, nu uh. Instead, he settled down behind the curtains. Once he was comfortable, he began to glow gently. Just enough for the curtains to take on a sickly pale green glow, and for the darkness of his shape to be faintly visable, behind it. And then, he began to flicker.

Gillian died of fright.

Nice going.

Wait a minute...were those...sobs?

Gigi had tried her best to suppress the tears but they had started to flow as soon as a muffled rattle came from the end of her bed. Her hands had somehow wrapped themselves around her dolls, her ears, mouth and eyes all at once, an attempt to block out the sounds and the very feeling of fear that sent chills down her spine. Jimmy was dumb to think monsters didn't exist! And her daddy was wrong too, no matter how much she loved him he was wrong! Monsters DO exist!

And they were in her room. Messing with her things.

She let out a moan in response to the rattle, giving up on sleep to draw her knees in and to rock in place. She still tried to sing her song, but the breaks within it from every hiccup and sniffle made it impossible to understand. "Fifiiiii...." she whined, tightening her hold on the rabbit and the kitty toys. "Cookie make them sto--AYEEEEE!"

The scratching of nails would have easily gone unnoticed, easily. She was singing and sobbing and rocking and plugging her ears with both fingers...but the scream would not. It simply could not. And it forced one of her own to fill the room. The reaction sent her reeling out from under the sheets, groping in the dark while wide eyes watched as the pink shield of a blanket slip over the wooden guards and down into the depth of her bedroom floor.

"DADDY!" She tried to call out, but her voice cracked pathetically. Convulsing from all the tears that now flooded her face, Gigi scooted to the farthest corner of her bed. She still whimpered and pleaded for her father to come, and ended up startling herself when there was no where left to scoot. "EEK! GO AWAY!" She then demanded, pointing a finger into the dark...toward...nothing in particular. She simultaneously pressed her forehead against her knees. A short lived moment of bravery.

Now a light had gone on within her room. From her knees, she could tell it was faint--like her heart-shaped lamp post! And it glowed and flickered and illuminated the fuzz on her stuffed pals, which should have seemed odd but she wasn't exactly thinking straight. So without even taking into consideration the color Gigi immediately snapped her eyes open and looked straight ahead of her.

The silhouette blinked in and out of clarity as the light threatened to go out with every passing second. At first she let out an 'EEP' like scream, smashing the heads of both Fifi and Cookie against her face. But whoever...or whatever...if anything at all............well, it wasn't moving from behind the curtains.

She gave the light a long and wary look before her lips formed a straight line. A look of concentration and assurance furrowed her brow, and in a split second Gigi came up with a decision. She climbed down her ladder at break-neck speed (for an eight year old), snatched her pink blanket up off of the floor, and turned on her pink light to combat that of the green. The room immediately was covered in a yellowish tint, eerie in its own right, but it was enough to ease a young girls worry. With her night-light on, the one her daddy had given to her don't forget, she would be safe.

She would be safe..........

That is, until the cabinet door would open and close to give Gigi a mini heart attack. She had her back to it, busily trying to see under her bed without actually climbing down on her knees, and chose to keep things that way. But the loud noise had already done its damage and had prompted yet another shrill scream to exit her mouth.

Gillian stayed near the lamp post for a long while, standing practically on top of it before her eyes became heavy and the room's activity seemed to have died away. It took a few moments to convince herself that maybe...just maybe she had been imagining it all...just maybe. If anything, fatigue was enough to make her believe, and after taking a few heavy breaths she speedily shut her light off again and climbed back into bed.

This time no song. Only silence.

[Lights OFF again!
Tallying FEAR gathered in minute kthnx]

Buying his time with only the rattling of the toys, Spinar set to work popping the heads off some of the scarelings toys. Toy heads in hand he waited till the screaming stopped and the lights went off to slowly creek open the toy box. With a smirk he put one foot out of the toy box then the other, once outside of the box he started to send the doll heads up onto the scarlings bed one by one till all three were in the bed with her, tossing them high in hopes one might land on her chest or even better next to her to look at. Quickly afterwards he let the toy box slam shut harshly before swiftly taking up hiding under the desk.

Mmmm, a ghoul's room at last! So /pink/ though! And colorful. If she had been able to manifest herself entirely, the haunt would have stuck out like a flat note wih her monochromatic attire. Well color couldn't say this little scareling! >]]]

Slipping beneath the curtains of her window, Kyrie concentrated her fear to allow just enough of her form to solidify behind it. A hand reached out, plastered behind the curtain, and she pressed her face against the cloth so hat the vague form of her head became known as she grinned and giggled softly.