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Midnight Update
Jan. 19th, 2013 12:00 amThe clock in the First House inches forward, loud grinding noises coming within it, as though something has become caught in the gears. Very suddenly, the slow progress of the hands leap forward, stopping at midnight.
The chimes echo through the house, joined by the lonely bell in the Second House.
The monsters pause in their patterns, seemingly listening to something only they can hear.
Anyone in the Shelter Bedroom will see a Phantasm appear, alone as few of its kind have ever appeared to the guests. It places a sleeping woman on one of the beds with surprising care, even tucking her in to make certain she does not catch a chill. Liz has been returned to those who have been looking for her, though she is alone.
The Children go still, watching the Phantasm and the woman intently, though they make no move toward her or the creature. There is a strange sort of seriousness and sobriety to their tiny faces.
The chimes silence, the clock continuing to move at its normal pace. Only six hours on the clock remain until dawn.
A baby's cry threads forlornly through the houses.
The Hellhounds crouch low where they have gathered, ears going flat against their skulls and tails tucking beneath their bodies. A few inch closer to their fellows, seeking comfort from whatever has disturbed them. They whine softly, shaking as the wails wash over the house.
In the Ballroom the beast begins to howl, nearly overwhelming the sound of the cry with its bellows.
The Burning Man appears in the Parlor, crouching low within the flames. His eyes close, and he will trouble the sensitive no more tonight.
The Zombies shuffle in place for a moment, sightless eyes gazing at the guests.
Within the confession booth the Daughter curls into a smaller ball, tears escaping from frozen eyes. Back in the Dining Room her Mother seems even more distraught than normal.
In the Third House the Barkeeper sighs, hand lifting to his face for a moment. The pause passes quickly, the man moving for a bottle and beginning to pour. He will make certain that everyone within the bar has a drink before he's done.
The Art Enthusiast begins to weep silently, pausing in his walks.
The Lady In White closes her eyes as the cry sounds, hands clutching at her skirt.
The cry fades.
The night continues.
The chimes echo through the house, joined by the lonely bell in the Second House.
The monsters pause in their patterns, seemingly listening to something only they can hear.
Anyone in the Shelter Bedroom will see a Phantasm appear, alone as few of its kind have ever appeared to the guests. It places a sleeping woman on one of the beds with surprising care, even tucking her in to make certain she does not catch a chill. Liz has been returned to those who have been looking for her, though she is alone.
The Children go still, watching the Phantasm and the woman intently, though they make no move toward her or the creature. There is a strange sort of seriousness and sobriety to their tiny faces.
The chimes silence, the clock continuing to move at its normal pace. Only six hours on the clock remain until dawn.
A baby's cry threads forlornly through the houses.
The Hellhounds crouch low where they have gathered, ears going flat against their skulls and tails tucking beneath their bodies. A few inch closer to their fellows, seeking comfort from whatever has disturbed them. They whine softly, shaking as the wails wash over the house.
In the Ballroom the beast begins to howl, nearly overwhelming the sound of the cry with its bellows.
The Burning Man appears in the Parlor, crouching low within the flames. His eyes close, and he will trouble the sensitive no more tonight.
The Zombies shuffle in place for a moment, sightless eyes gazing at the guests.
Within the confession booth the Daughter curls into a smaller ball, tears escaping from frozen eyes. Back in the Dining Room her Mother seems even more distraught than normal.
In the Third House the Barkeeper sighs, hand lifting to his face for a moment. The pause passes quickly, the man moving for a bottle and beginning to pour. He will make certain that everyone within the bar has a drink before he's done.
The Art Enthusiast begins to weep silently, pausing in his walks.
The Lady In White closes her eyes as the cry sounds, hands clutching at her skirt.
The cry fades.
The night continues.
