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The clock chimes as dusk arrives, announcing night to the house guests who know the signs. The sensitive will feel it like a physical chill, and the alarming, overwhelming feeling that something is very wrong.
The mirror in the Doll Bathroom begins to distort, bulging outward alarmingly as though something seeks to get out of it. The thing glass does not seem able to hold up for long, fine hairline cracks tracing over its surface like an egg, startlingly lovely just before is shatters.
In the wake of the destruction, two men kneel on the bathroom floor, though most house guests would not refer to them as such. One is recognizably the Mirror Man, who kneels on the floor with trembling arms barely supporting his frame.
The other man is unknown to most house guests, though Mello would know him in an instant. Unlike the Mirror Man, who seems fascinated, this man seems more a shade than anything else. Like one of the shadows creeping through the halls.
Somewhere in the house, the baby begins to scream, terror filling its voice between the chimes of the clock. Though many might look for the child, it is nowhere to be found and the cries will fade the moment the clock stops chiming.
The fireflies swoop through the house, continuing their flight until they sink through a wall, vanishing from sight.
In the bathroom, the The Shadow Man rises, swaying on his feet for a moment as though dizzy. Soundless, he steps through the door of the bathroom, leaving his companion behind, and entering the house proper.
Anyone in his path will die, and he is impossible to harm or to halt. Anyone who steps out of the way will remain safe. He will walk from one end of the house to the other, opening every door. This includes locked doors, but the mass of shadows that seethes out will make it impossible for anyone to enter the rooms. The smaller shadows will shred anything that approaches.
The shadows are active tonight, though many seem almost passive, a cautious house guest might even find themselves covered in quiet shadows, cold bodies almost seeming to seek comfort, rather than follow their normal pattern of murderous rage. So long as the guests don’t move too quickly, they’ll be completely safe. Should anyone enter the Doll Bathroom they will discover shadows pouring out of what was once the mirror. Lingering in this room means death, as the shadows here seem less willing to be still and quiet, so it is ill advised to investigate.
The Mirror Man does not seem content to stay in his former prison, roaming the house with cane in one hand and blade secreted in the other. His knife is lethal, but he seems more interested in taking a stroll than really seeking anyone out. Maintaining eye contact with him (or as well as you can) will result in an attack, just as though he were again contained within the mirror.
The hellhounds will not move past the basement level tonight, any corpses will be left come morning. They sprawl like normal dogs, rotting heads resting on their paws. The occasional hound rises to nuzzle one of the others, acting much like normal dogs. They will not bother any undamaged house guests that attempt to cross their path, instead they seem to be waiting for something- or perhaps someone.
In the Study, a woman appears, destroying the sense of safety that has existed in this room for the past two nights. She sits at the desk, writing quietly and seemingly utterly at home in the room. Her long blonde hair is caught back in a bun and her manner of dress seems practical, as though she is used to moving quickly. She is pretty, though in a homey sort of way, as though she contains some rock hard center that is hard to break. To anyone who has examined the photo on the desk, this is the woman holding the baby. Anyone who dares approach will find her inhospitable company, though she seems quite passive at the moment. She is equal parts irritated to be interrupted and quietly demanding, asking any houseguest who approaches where her baby is. Any answers will result in an attack; she will quickly destroy anyone who lies to her or anyone who speaks to her. Her attacks take the form of hands around the houseguests throats, and though she seems almost ethereal, her hands are quite powerful and capable of crushing. Though there are three doors in the room and it seems like it should be easy to escape, the moment the woman is roused all guests become disoriented. It becomes difficult to remember which of the three doors are locked, and in their panic, most will run for the locked door.
In the Yellow Bedroom a child has appeared, dark haired and curled up near the pillows, easy to miss is you’re not watching for her. She seems largely passive and very frightened, arms curled around the stuffed bunny that had been on the pillow. The little girl seems largely unwilling to move and very content to stay hidden in the nest she has made of the blankets, peering with wide eyes out of the open doors into the hall. She looks a little familiar to the sensitive, though it is hard to narrow that down to a person they have actually met.
In the Hospital another ghost has appeared, half bound in a bloody straight-jacket. He sits in one of the hard plastic chairs in the Waiting Room, seemingly oblivious to the extensive damage done to his body. In fact, he appears that he might be waiting for further treatment. His left arm remains hidden in the straight-jacket, and his right reveals a long stretch of skin that seems as though stitches have been ripped out of it, leaving an oozing sore open to the elements. He seems quite intelligent, looking at some of the magazines on the table with some longing, though he seems unable to reach for them. He seems like he might wish to speak, but his tongue has been removed to prevent him from communicating.
In the Dirty Bedroom something lurks in the filth, watching the house guests through the open door. It looks as though it might once have been a child, though it now appears so twisted and broken and utterly insane that to call it as such would perhaps enrage him more. His face seems to at some point have been removed, twisted upside down and reapplied, though he can hardly tell with how utterly broken and twisted his neck is, the orientation of his face allows him to view the world right side up. His legs are broken, shattered as though he has fallen from some great height, and he pulls himself forward on bloody hands, impossibly fast despite the condition of his frame. He will chase people in the hallway, crying out his hunger as he tries to grasp them and once he manages to take someone down, he will not wait until death to eat.
In all of the Bathrooms, creatures have appeared. Human shaped and quiet, many seem content to stay in the bath tubs, huddled together and watching the houseguests. They have all been skinned; small bits of skin still clinging to their frames where the knife did not part skin from muscle cleanly. Eerily, each skinless has a tattoo that much resembles the mark the house guests just received on their arms.
In the Gallery, a man has appeared, bruises obscuring his face and nose quite broken, though that is easy to miss with the condition of the rest of him. His neck is broken, right ear resting against his shoulder, and his hands have at some point been shattered, fingers twisted cruelly to prevent him from holding anything. He walks in slow circles around the gallery, seeming to peer at the paintings with some unfathomable emotion on his face. He will chase anyone who enters the Gallery, even for a moment, though he will stop at the doors and the stairs to the attic, anyone who needs to pass through is advised to do it at a run. To those who know her, the little girl has appeared to keep him company. She sits on one of the benches, watching him circle and staying unnaturally still. He does not react to her presence and she will only react to the sensitive in the room.
If anyone happens to be in the Parlor, they will see the shadow come to a stop, and a woman dressed entirely in white approach it. They stand face to face for several long moments, utterly silent, as though captivated. Though they make no more to touch each other, they stand as close as they seem to dare, the woman’s eyes large and sad on her face. Neither speaks, they simply stand for a long time, only a few feet apart, and then the shadow collapses. The woman visibly slumps, and the dress that drifts around her seems strangely out of place.
She turns, gaze finally landing on Nahollo and reaches out a hand to him, beckoning him to follow her. It seems an order impossible to refuse, though anyone around him will find it equally impossible to move until the woman and the boy have left the Grand Room.
To the other six wearing the bracelet, the night brings a new sensation. The bracelets start to itch, unbearably so. Nothing will help it, or stop it, and the bracelet cannot be removed. The feeling will grow progressively worse as the night lingers.
To the sensitive, the night feels strange and uncomfortable. As though the even the building they occupy is holding its breath. But there seems to be no cause for the feeling. The night seems normal, if such things can be considered normal. The house has also grown colder, and anyone cleaning a window will see the first flakes of snow beginning to fall. The house is not heated in any way, save in a few places, and this is something that becomes more obvious as the temperature begins to drop.
The safe rooms tonight are the Doctor’s Office, The Vanity Bedroom, and the Journey Bedroom. Stay safe.
The mirror in the Doll Bathroom begins to distort, bulging outward alarmingly as though something seeks to get out of it. The thing glass does not seem able to hold up for long, fine hairline cracks tracing over its surface like an egg, startlingly lovely just before is shatters.
In the wake of the destruction, two men kneel on the bathroom floor, though most house guests would not refer to them as such. One is recognizably the Mirror Man, who kneels on the floor with trembling arms barely supporting his frame.
The other man is unknown to most house guests, though Mello would know him in an instant. Unlike the Mirror Man, who seems fascinated, this man seems more a shade than anything else. Like one of the shadows creeping through the halls.
Somewhere in the house, the baby begins to scream, terror filling its voice between the chimes of the clock. Though many might look for the child, it is nowhere to be found and the cries will fade the moment the clock stops chiming.
The fireflies swoop through the house, continuing their flight until they sink through a wall, vanishing from sight.
In the bathroom, the The Shadow Man rises, swaying on his feet for a moment as though dizzy. Soundless, he steps through the door of the bathroom, leaving his companion behind, and entering the house proper.
Anyone in his path will die, and he is impossible to harm or to halt. Anyone who steps out of the way will remain safe. He will walk from one end of the house to the other, opening every door. This includes locked doors, but the mass of shadows that seethes out will make it impossible for anyone to enter the rooms. The smaller shadows will shred anything that approaches.
The shadows are active tonight, though many seem almost passive, a cautious house guest might even find themselves covered in quiet shadows, cold bodies almost seeming to seek comfort, rather than follow their normal pattern of murderous rage. So long as the guests don’t move too quickly, they’ll be completely safe. Should anyone enter the Doll Bathroom they will discover shadows pouring out of what was once the mirror. Lingering in this room means death, as the shadows here seem less willing to be still and quiet, so it is ill advised to investigate.
The Mirror Man does not seem content to stay in his former prison, roaming the house with cane in one hand and blade secreted in the other. His knife is lethal, but he seems more interested in taking a stroll than really seeking anyone out. Maintaining eye contact with him (or as well as you can) will result in an attack, just as though he were again contained within the mirror.
The hellhounds will not move past the basement level tonight, any corpses will be left come morning. They sprawl like normal dogs, rotting heads resting on their paws. The occasional hound rises to nuzzle one of the others, acting much like normal dogs. They will not bother any undamaged house guests that attempt to cross their path, instead they seem to be waiting for something- or perhaps someone.
In the Study, a woman appears, destroying the sense of safety that has existed in this room for the past two nights. She sits at the desk, writing quietly and seemingly utterly at home in the room. Her long blonde hair is caught back in a bun and her manner of dress seems practical, as though she is used to moving quickly. She is pretty, though in a homey sort of way, as though she contains some rock hard center that is hard to break. To anyone who has examined the photo on the desk, this is the woman holding the baby. Anyone who dares approach will find her inhospitable company, though she seems quite passive at the moment. She is equal parts irritated to be interrupted and quietly demanding, asking any houseguest who approaches where her baby is. Any answers will result in an attack; she will quickly destroy anyone who lies to her or anyone who speaks to her. Her attacks take the form of hands around the houseguests throats, and though she seems almost ethereal, her hands are quite powerful and capable of crushing. Though there are three doors in the room and it seems like it should be easy to escape, the moment the woman is roused all guests become disoriented. It becomes difficult to remember which of the three doors are locked, and in their panic, most will run for the locked door.
In the Yellow Bedroom a child has appeared, dark haired and curled up near the pillows, easy to miss is you’re not watching for her. She seems largely passive and very frightened, arms curled around the stuffed bunny that had been on the pillow. The little girl seems largely unwilling to move and very content to stay hidden in the nest she has made of the blankets, peering with wide eyes out of the open doors into the hall. She looks a little familiar to the sensitive, though it is hard to narrow that down to a person they have actually met.
In the Hospital another ghost has appeared, half bound in a bloody straight-jacket. He sits in one of the hard plastic chairs in the Waiting Room, seemingly oblivious to the extensive damage done to his body. In fact, he appears that he might be waiting for further treatment. His left arm remains hidden in the straight-jacket, and his right reveals a long stretch of skin that seems as though stitches have been ripped out of it, leaving an oozing sore open to the elements. He seems quite intelligent, looking at some of the magazines on the table with some longing, though he seems unable to reach for them. He seems like he might wish to speak, but his tongue has been removed to prevent him from communicating.
In the Dirty Bedroom something lurks in the filth, watching the house guests through the open door. It looks as though it might once have been a child, though it now appears so twisted and broken and utterly insane that to call it as such would perhaps enrage him more. His face seems to at some point have been removed, twisted upside down and reapplied, though he can hardly tell with how utterly broken and twisted his neck is, the orientation of his face allows him to view the world right side up. His legs are broken, shattered as though he has fallen from some great height, and he pulls himself forward on bloody hands, impossibly fast despite the condition of his frame. He will chase people in the hallway, crying out his hunger as he tries to grasp them and once he manages to take someone down, he will not wait until death to eat.
In all of the Bathrooms, creatures have appeared. Human shaped and quiet, many seem content to stay in the bath tubs, huddled together and watching the houseguests. They have all been skinned; small bits of skin still clinging to their frames where the knife did not part skin from muscle cleanly. Eerily, each skinless has a tattoo that much resembles the mark the house guests just received on their arms.
In the Gallery, a man has appeared, bruises obscuring his face and nose quite broken, though that is easy to miss with the condition of the rest of him. His neck is broken, right ear resting against his shoulder, and his hands have at some point been shattered, fingers twisted cruelly to prevent him from holding anything. He walks in slow circles around the gallery, seeming to peer at the paintings with some unfathomable emotion on his face. He will chase anyone who enters the Gallery, even for a moment, though he will stop at the doors and the stairs to the attic, anyone who needs to pass through is advised to do it at a run. To those who know her, the little girl has appeared to keep him company. She sits on one of the benches, watching him circle and staying unnaturally still. He does not react to her presence and she will only react to the sensitive in the room.
If anyone happens to be in the Parlor, they will see the shadow come to a stop, and a woman dressed entirely in white approach it. They stand face to face for several long moments, utterly silent, as though captivated. Though they make no more to touch each other, they stand as close as they seem to dare, the woman’s eyes large and sad on her face. Neither speaks, they simply stand for a long time, only a few feet apart, and then the shadow collapses. The woman visibly slumps, and the dress that drifts around her seems strangely out of place.
She turns, gaze finally landing on Nahollo and reaches out a hand to him, beckoning him to follow her. It seems an order impossible to refuse, though anyone around him will find it equally impossible to move until the woman and the boy have left the Grand Room.
To the other six wearing the bracelet, the night brings a new sensation. The bracelets start to itch, unbearably so. Nothing will help it, or stop it, and the bracelet cannot be removed. The feeling will grow progressively worse as the night lingers.
To the sensitive, the night feels strange and uncomfortable. As though the even the building they occupy is holding its breath. But there seems to be no cause for the feeling. The night seems normal, if such things can be considered normal. The house has also grown colder, and anyone cleaning a window will see the first flakes of snow beginning to fall. The house is not heated in any way, save in a few places, and this is something that becomes more obvious as the temperature begins to drop.
The safe rooms tonight are the Doctor’s Office, The Vanity Bedroom, and the Journey Bedroom. Stay safe.
