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Post by BSam on Apr 7, 2008 6:55:16 GMT -5
BSam stared out of the window into the storm beyond. He didn't bother trying to open the window, it would be locked, like every other exit of this god-forsaken place, but he didn't care, he just stared. Minutes went by before he could tear his eyes from the raging tempest outside. Returning to the door he used to enter the room, he ensured he locked it securely, for what little good it would do. Then he cast his eyes around the rest of the room, in the hopes he might spy a weapon of some description, anything to use against the inevitable doom.
BSam thought back to the rest of his time in the house, it was by no means pleasant, but the presence of others in this confined hell made it slightly more tolerable. PJ especially had been a companion when things seemed at their worst, and then there were the others... He glanced back out the window, at the outside, was it possible that one of them had made it to the outside? Freed from this horrible prison? A crack of thunder brought him back to his senses, back to reality, there was no chance of escape, not from this. They were all dead, and he was next, the final victim.
Looking around the room he saw a table, chairs, and all the cutlery and crockery one would use to lay out a feast, however the aesthetic beauty of the dining parlour was marred by the unbelievable amount of blood everywhere. Grabbing a particularly nasty looking steak knife and mentally preparing himself to confront this creature, he thought back to how all this started...
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Post by PJ on Apr 7, 2008 6:56:33 GMT -5
Intriguing. I'll have to keep a close eye on this.
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Post by BSam on Apr 7, 2008 7:22:15 GMT -5
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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Apr 7, 2008 9:41:40 GMT -5
Very tantalizing, and I love the banner.
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Post by Shelly on Apr 7, 2008 17:06:30 GMT -5
This story looks promising. Can't wait to read more.
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Post by idiotj on Apr 7, 2008 17:12:00 GMT -5
what happens at the end?
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Post by Dear Dairy on Apr 7, 2008 19:46:36 GMT -5
Wow. I hardly ever have time to read the stories here, but I'm definitely coming back to this one!
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Post by PJ on Apr 8, 2008 8:26:24 GMT -5
Who the hell am I? I’m PJ. The journalist? No? Never heard of me? Well, I’m up-and-coming, as it were, so I guess you’re excused. As for what the hell I’m doing here? Isn’t it obvious? I’m doing a story. Haunted Charles Mansion. You’ve heard the stories, right? Well, I was gonna do a piece on it all. And, well, the front door was locked, so I climbed one of the walls out back and fell down into the backyard, and, well, here I was.
It was bloody scary, I tell you. I fall down onto the dirt, and the first thing I see is my name carved into that old tree out back. Welcome, PJ, it says. I almost shat a brick. And you know what’s even more screwed up? I checked back there, later, and the words were gone. They were gone. How do you erase a tree carving?
But I put it out of my mind. You know? It was creepy, but I’m not the type to dwell on stuff for a long time. So I have a look around the yard, check out the pool, you know. It’s all good. I try the backdoor – it’s open. The house is abandoned, so I figure, why the hell not?
I snoop out the lowest floor, try and find something. You know, something I could write an article on? There’s not much. Haunted, I mean. At first, anyway. There was a pretty freaky painting, downstairs, in the living room, but that’s about it. I guess you could describe the atmosphere as creepy, but only because this mansion is so bloody huge and empty.
I think I heard noises. Keyword: think. They were pretty faint. I'm not sure I even heard them. Tapping noises, like there was someone trapped under the floor. And footsteps, from the floors above. I got a bit jumpy, I admit. I called out. No reply. At this point I got a bit scared, and decided I could always come back later. With a photographer, or something. Any company would be better than none.
So I head back outside – this is when I checked the tree again, and found the carving had disappeared – and it was here that I discovered how screwed I really was. I tried climbing the fence – nope. I thought at first it was too high. I tried climbing the tree, but I couldn’t cross over from there, either. I just couldn’t. So I head back inside, confused and all, and try the front door. It’s locked. From the inside. I try one of the side doors I’ve found on my exploration of the lowest floor – also locked. There’s a simple slide-bolt lock on the door, and I undo it, but it’s still locked. Like the door is glued to the frame or something.
At this point I start to panic a bit. I try one of the windows. Locked. I try smashing one of the windows with a chair. I hurled it at the glass with all my might. Not a single scratch. I went a bit crazy, then. Running around, trying all the windows, all the doors I could find. There was an old rifle on top of the fireplace. I grabbed it and fired a shot at one of the windows. Nothing. I just couldn’t leave. I was trapped.
So then I run up here. I left the rifle downstairs, somewhere. And then I run smack bang right into you. We really are trapped here, aren’t we?
“Yes. We are.”
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Post by BSam on Apr 8, 2008 8:31:36 GMT -5
Intriguing. I'll have to keep a close eye on this.
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Post by Shelly on Apr 8, 2008 17:10:55 GMT -5
Hehehe, corresponding banners.
So is this like ADR's revenge?
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Post by PJ on Apr 8, 2008 20:06:12 GMT -5
Except BSam Dies At The End.
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Post by Dear Dairy on Apr 9, 2008 12:59:05 GMT -5
How exciting! Is pipepiper going to be in it - our new resident crazyperson?
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Post by BSam on Apr 9, 2008 15:56:52 GMT -5
i hope not.
but it's not nessesarily up to me,
as you may have noticed the banners peej and i are currently sporting claim this to be the new 667 group fic. we're hoping that anyone who wants to (and can decently) write will join in with new chapters. if there's any confusion, you guys are to follow on from pj's story.people are (trapped) in this house for some reason, it's not very nice place to be, .i'll getback to that first chapter later.
so guys, go crazy, introduce yourself, (or whoever) how you got to the house, and then at somepoint things can start getting bad awesome.
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Post by idiotj on Apr 9, 2008 17:01:35 GMT -5
I wanna write for this story but I don't know what to write. Sorry guys.
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Post by Dear Dairy on Apr 9, 2008 17:14:19 GMT -5
If we want to add, do we need to PM someone, or just go for it?
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