|| NIGHT 025: GENERAL
Night falls as the clock chimes the hour, and everyone in the house begins to dream. Not many of them remember their dreams, but each remembers dreaming, and remembers being afraid.
Those who touched the Orb will become briefly conscious of a knife settling against their throat, and the fact that they cannot move to save themselves at all, nor open their eyes to see who is there. The threat is obvious. Someone laughs softly, and moves the blade to their hand. The knife is so sharp that the cut barely stings before the blood begins to flow and whoever held the knife now massages their wrist. There is the sound of liquid falling into a vessel for a very long time, but they will not be allowed to fully wake.
The will wake on the front pew in the Chapel, their hands freshly scarred, and feeling woozy and out of focus.
Anyone who managed to open the Box In The Lift will remember dreaming of a beautiful woman with long dark hair, kissing them deeply. They will remember loving her and wanting her, and being locked in an intimate embrace with her for what seemed like a very long time.
It is only when they wake that they will realize that she had no eyes. Each will wake with five small, white circles on their faces, and any who look in the mirror might realize that they form the shape of a hand.
Those who touched the Red Butterfly will wake with shallow cuts all over their back. The marks have scabbed over, but itch horribly in the heat.
Anyone who touched the Yellow Butterfly will wake with flu like symptoms, and a high fever that will persist through the night.
Anyone who touched the Green Butterfly will wake with the desire to create music, and to play, though anyone who lacks the ability to do so will find themselves no more able than they started.
Everyone will wake up to discover that while the water has returned, the food has not, and the feast that had been laid out for them during the day has been cleared away. Someone has instead left them with a simple woven bag; within it are loafs of bread, dried fruit, and hard, bitter cheese. It will remain full the night through, and though the food is rather dull, it will sustain them.
The High Sensitive will wake to find their hands absolutely covered in blood, to the extent that any still wearing long sleeves will find the fabric tacky and quickly becoming stiff as the night progresses.
Shion sits next to his guardian, whimpering quietly and trying not to put his bloodied hands in his mouth, clearly miserable.
The walls have been covered with messages as the house-guests slept, all written in blood. The tone is the same throughout the house, though the words themselves are not. "You can't leave." "Nobody will save you." "You're all stuck here." "Stop looking for a way out!" "I hate you!" "Just die!"
The swaths of sloppy writing spread through the houses, though their writer does not reveal themselves.
Ben and Chrome will wake with the vague memory of someone in a dark cloak leaning over them while they slept. They do not remember being touched, or anything being said to them, but they remember someone else being there, watching them sleep.
The strange figure seems to appear throughout the night, just a few steps behind them, seen in the corner of their eyes. No one else seems able to see the figure.
The Bone Dogs change as night falls, forms twitching and seizing as skin and muscle grow over bone. The transformation done, the Hellhounds spend some time checking on their pack mates, whining and wagging their tails as they gently exchange canine greetings. They seem unusually hungry tonight, but those who have befriended them before will find that they are safe among them, even if injured. Anyone else will find that the hounds are quick to attack, and for once do not drag the bodies of those they kill away, instead consuming them.
The pups play quietly in the Red Hallway; pouncing on each other and playing games that seem to make little sense to those watching. They are joined by the Three Glass Dog pups and Tyler, who seems a little shy at first, but soon joins the game. All pups are watched by a single, unusually large hellhound. He is easily the size of a small bear, though he seems rather passive for the moment. His head rests on his paws, ears pricked forward.
Anyone who attempts to harm them or remove them from the hallway will face his fury.
At every window a candle has been placed, surrounded by offerings. To the east, bowls of corn have been placed around the candles. To the west, bowls of meat, still warm and bloody, as though it has only just been slaughtered. To the north are bowls of milk, carefully set out. To the south are bowls of honey, sticky sweet and still full of bits of wax.
The candles will not burn out the entire night, and offer the guests some illumination as they make their way through the house. The items scattered around the candles are renewed throughout the night. The Grey Maids are in constant attendance, faces veiled and hidden from view. They seem to wave away those house-guests who venture too near to the offerings, but do not speak a word of warning.
The women seem utterly focused on their tasks, barely pausing before they walk around any guest who seeks to stop them.
But as they walk away, the house-guests will occasionally hear one of the women sob quietly.
The halls are full of other noises, though their sources are impossible to discover. A lone house-guest will often feel as though they are being watched, or hear the sound of children laughing, or running in the halls. If they remain still for long enough, they might notice the form of a child, watching them from the end of the hallway. The moment they turn to face the child fully, it vanishes without any proof that it was ever there at all.
Above the candles and their gathered items, hand prints appear on the glass -- far too small to belong to that of an adult. Anyone standing near to the glass for very long might find their reflection morphing into that of a familiar child, a sibling, son, or daughter.
At times, eerily, the reflection becomes themselves as children.
Another sound intrudes on their reflection, still innocent, but somehow menacing all the same. It is the shriek of squeaky wheels, as though something is being dragged through the halls. Whatever it is never shows itself, but it can always be heard coming from behind the guests as they walk.
Anyone attempting to remain in a closed room tonight will discover that the knocking that plagued them during the day has become increasingly more frantic, occasional joined by whispered pleas for help through the wood. Opening the doors will reveal that the person that had been knocking so frantically at their door has vanished, leaving no trace of themselves.
It was surely only a dream.
A close look at the door might reveal smears of blood, soot, and dirt.
All Mirrors in the house are cloudy tonight, barely showing the reflections of the house-guests as they pass them by. It seems rather innocuous, compared with many of the other tonight, however anyone who passes within view of a mirror will begin to hear their names, whispered so softly only they can hear it, by a voice so near to their ears that they should have been able to feel the breath of the speaker.
A strange tap often sounds from behind the cloudy glass, rhythmic and clearly attempting to gain their attention. But nothing reveals itself in the dark glass.
The full moon rises as the sun sets, filling the house with its light. Those who are affected by the changes of the moon will feel it immediately, seeping into their bones, changing them. They will be unable to hide from its light, as it seems to creep through the walls just to find them. Everyone will feel the moon’s light tonight, the faintest stirring of madness beneath otherwise calm exteriors.
The Student Bedroom, Slaughter House, Chapel, Ballroom and Husk Bedroom are all safe tonight.
[ OOC; Comment letting us know if you intend to take anything from the windows or touch the butterfly. ]
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allthekeys) wrote2013-09-06 10:43 pm
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*sneaks in for a moment*
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For those who choose not to rely on the food stuffs provided
Ragnarok and Hollowwould going after the monsters on the First Floor of the Fourth House be an option or are they too tough to kill?no subject
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Any of the grey maids that try to shoo him away will likely make him that much more determined to try some. He might apologize at first...but who shoos a prince of Asgard? No one!