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bakerstreet2017-03-19 11:46 am
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Haunted House Meme
Everyone knows to stay away from the large empty house on the hill. It’s haunted. But maybe you’re seeking a thrill, or maybe you’re searching for something lost or locked away. Maybe you are the ghost haunting the old building. Maybe your car has stalled, and the house on the hill is the only building for miles. But is it empty, or is there something waiting?
Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom, any preferences you have, and what brought your character to this haunted location.
Feel free to play any level of leisurely exploration of creepy buildings or intense survival horror!
The Haunted Building
1. Haunted House
2. Haunted Sanitarium
3. Haunted School
4. Haunted Mansion/Castle
5. Abandoned Island (was it plague or something worse which caused it to be abandoned?)
6. Haunted Amusement Park
7. Haunted Space Ship
8. Choose your own haunted location!
The Haunting
A. Ghosts. Creepy, tragic, and possibly violent, they’ve got unfinished business in this world and you’re the unsuspecting victims who have just become the targets for their wrath.
B. Creatures. Unearthly monsters summoned from a hell-dimension or mutations created by a mad scientist, this is their house now, and they are fascinated and hungry.
C. The People in the Walls. Someone—or several someones—have been living in this house. They’re no longer human anymore, and their sanity has been frayed to the very edge. They’ve been surviving on mice and bats until now. But now you're here, and don't you look delicious?
D. The House Itself. Maybe it was built evil, or maybe it became evil after the horrible deeds that were committed in it. The very walls of the house are soaked with blood, and the house is angry, and hungry. It has you now, and it doesn’t plan to let you out.
E. The Cabin in the Woods Experiment. None of this is natural phenomena. You don’t know it yet, but you’re part of a larger experiment. You’re the rats in the maze, and the scientists are observing—and toying with—your every move.
F. Choose your own horror movie plot!
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Either way, she's on lookout now, chilling outside the classroom with her flashlight while this guy gathers stuff. Apparently there was some kind of incident here...she didn't get all the details before heading in.
As one of the long-dead hallway lights let out an unholy whine and shatters, forcing her to duck into the room, she starts to think that maybe getting the details would've been a good idea.]
Do lights normally explode like that?
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Yup, especially when the wiring is shit.
[He's a bit too invested in deciding whether or not to take the camera that's in nicer physical condition, or the camera that's a year newer but has case damage.
Because this place shouldn't have power to cause that to happen.]
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Never mind that this place hasn't had power in at least a year? Call me paranoid, but something doesn't seem right about that.
[She's seen mechanical stuff working when it really shouldn't before, after all. There shouldn't have been power in Freddy Fazbear's. The lights and so on shouldn't have been working. The animatronics shouldn't have been moving.]
This place is haunted, isn't it?
[If she's having flashbacks to Hurricane, this is probably the case. It's something she's learned on the job.]
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[Of all nights not to trust in Charlie's gut instincts, this was probably not the one to do so.]
Yeah, um...that stupid threat went down over social media, and the kid was enough of a dumbfuck to go through with it...so unfortunately people have died here.
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So we're in a building with ghosts who probably died in pain and who, let me just guess here, probably want revenge on the dick who did this to them. They probably can't tell that we're not that guy, Wrench. Not anymore.
We gotta get out now- wait, no, duck!
[Looks like Charlie was paying attention and saw the room's windows starting to vibrate. There's another unholy whine and they shatter just after she takes her own advice. Whoever is here does not approve.]
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[The windows are big, because every architect these days has a fetish for big glass windows and no privacy and the schools did not luck out. Wrench drops the goods and slides under a row of desks, helping Charlie do the same if she needs help, to avoid the rain of shattered glass.]
ALL THE FUCKS!
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[Charlie was already under the row of desks, but does appreciate the offered help, even as another sharp whine howls through the room. Nothing breaks, but boy is that one heck of a breeze.]
This would be a lot easier if they were just possessing something we could get away from!
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The wind is strong, and his feelings are expressed by the rapidly changing emoticons on his visor; the tech in his mask can't keep up with him.]
We're not that far from the truck, if they'd just calm the fuck down a little...geez...
[He tries to get help on his phone --he'll do whatever they want to make it up to everyone-- but his phone won't connect at all. It's basically just a flashlight until the battery dies, and it doesn't have a full charge.]
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Either we get a distraction or we, I don't know, use the furniture as shields or something. Where's the dirtbag who did this, is he still alive?
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[He'll move to the front row of the desks, then unhinge the blackboard from the wall with the tools he brought along. It looks like it will come off in two pieces, one for each of them. It will take a few minutes, and as he works, some of the glass flying through the air nicks up his exposed lower arms, doting his ink work with dark red dots.]
Don't know, the little brat is probably in a detention center!
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[She tsks as she hears that, crawling over to Wrench and the blackboard. Thankfully, she's smaller, so that means taking the smaller piece.]
Dang. I was gonna suggest handing him to them. That's how it worked last time. They want revenge, so give them the jerk who killed them...not happening, so let's just get out!
[Crap crap crap they're on the ground floor, right? That means they just need to get out of glass central and make a break for it.]
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[Charlie gets the first piece, the tray for the chalk and erasers clattering to the ground and hanging diagonally while he loosens the other side, which slaps against the wall with the ghosts' violent force.]
Would be satisfying but not tonight.
[To think he came armed and his weapon is useless...wait. Fuck. The guns. THE LITTLE FUCKER BROUGHT GUNS TO SCHOOL. HE IS THE LITTLE FUCKER. Kind of.]
Charlie! Be a dear and look inside my tool box for something your dad wouldn't want you to be messing around with~
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Kind of pointless now, don't you think?
[After all, spooks. Ghosts. Weapons won't work on them!]
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[Wrench grabs the weapon from her, and holds the weapon out in plain sight of the spirits. His plan is batshit crazy, dumb, and probably influenced by all the terrible movies he's watched over the years, but it's worth a try.
The gun catches the light of his mask and becomes more obvious. A shard of glass shatters against the spikes on his mask, but he continues on with his plan.
He empties the revolver, each piece of ammunition falling to the ground. He's glad he opted only to bring the pistol inside. They'd probably be dead or possessed if all the contents of his truck were in the building. He starts yelling at the ghosts.]
Hey! Calm your tits! We're just here for the wreckage, ghostie goos. See? I'm emptying it. Nobody's getting shot.
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No, Wrench. They didn't kill him.
[She did.]
But when he was killed, they took his corpse away and left the rest of us alone.
[Still, at least one of the spooks has stopped now. It's still invisible, but there's a little less pressure now. It may be as close as they're going to get.]
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[Hey, it's working a little. So he'll carry on. He'll disassemble that weapon as best as he can. He thought about just sacrificing the gun as is, but he's afraid that might get them killed as well. He might as well render it useless to anyone dead or alive.]
Well shit! This...nngh...is the best we can do...
[Blood still runs down his forearms in small lines. He briefly pauses to pull down his sleeves, then continues to work behind the chalkboard.]
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1) The ghosts hadn't been trapped as long, meaning they hadn't lost as much of themselves.
2) They were teenagers, mostly, and not kids. They were capable of some rationality.
So, curiously enough, the winds die down a bit more with each gun component that hits the ground, until there's nothing left.
Should the two look out from behind their improvised shields, they'll find the ghosts left a note literally scratched onto the wall across from them:
'JUST GO']