This choice: You and Mary Have to Hunt the Ghost • Go Back...Chapter #5Exploring the Mansion by: Neon   You reached down into your bag to produce a large, heavy flashlight, upon flicking it on the beam managed to illuminate the entire cobweb-ridden lobby. It was so bright in fact that you winced slightly as your eyes adjusted.
"Son of a fuck, that thing is bright," Mary mumbled, lifting her arm to shield her eyes.
You did not react, but it did catch you a bit off guard just how profane and casual Mary was, you hadn't expected someone of her background to carry herself so. Not that it bothered you, she just wasn't quite what you had expected.
You looked down at the floor to see a trail of large footprints that led into a shadowy doorway next to the base of the stairs. They looked to be of some black grimy residue, perhaps like dirty water, or more likely, foot sweat. Just looking at it made you sick, let alone the faint smell of foot sweat and dirt. But your disgust paled in comparison to your fear when you saw what lay in one of the footprints. A picture of you, a picture you did not recognize, extremely close to your face, which looked absolutely terrified. And this ghost had stepped on it with her disgusting feet. The implications disturbed you deeply.
"Don't think about it too hard," Mary spoke from behind you. "In my experience with ghosts, fear is there best weapon, the more frightened you are the more you give them. She's jut trying to get inside your head."
"Yeah, okay," You say shakily as you move on, now looking up at the huge, crystal chandelier, covered in dust with cobwebs hanging from it like. Then you began walking to your right and into the kitchen, trying to ignore the trail of footprints knowing they were likely a trap considering how obvious they were, and the fact that she could just have easily not left them by shifting out of physical form.
As you shined the beam into the kitchen you noticed all the furniture was turned upside down, managing, against all logic, to remain balanced. You had heard about poltergeists displaying this sort of bizarre behavior. Bizarre even by monster standards.
Directly above your head you could hear, and even feel, the sounds of something up there moving. Scrraaape! Creeeaaak. And, as if you needed further confirmation that you were not imagining things out of fear, you felt the dust fall into your hair
"I'm going to go explore the other rooms," You say moving away from the falling dust to prevent it getting in your eyes. "I want to see where the best place is to use the Ouija board or set up some audio recorders. If she isn't coming out now, I think it's safe to say she's not going to unless we can talk first.
"She's trying to be sneaky; knows she can't take us both at once," Mary nodded, producing her phone and holding it in front of her face, presumably to use some program to locate negative energy within the house, "She's already made it clear as fucking crystal what she wants with you, so she's probably just waiting for you to get scared enough to make a mistake, so I'll cover you."
After what you thought was likely an hour, you peeked up into the attic from the rickety ladder you stood on and instantly, you were greeted with a sick stench, one that you recognized from the footprints when you first entered the front door. And right then you knew you had found your hotspot to use the Ouija and EVP devices. Not that you wanted to spend any amount of time in a place that smelled, or felt like this.
"Hey, I'm getting some-," Mary said behind you.
"Yep, you got some readings," you said with a gag as you lifted your sleeve to your nose to filter the stench. "Fuck," You curse under your breath as you struggle to climb into the attic through the small hatch. Then you saw a small window on the other side of the attic with a rocking chair next to it, you doubted it would help to reduce the stink by a lot, but it was a start and with time it may manage to make it bearable. Other than that, the attic looked mostly like how you would expect it, dark, dusty, and crowded with antiques you internally considered the worth of. But, it would have to be a particularly pricey item for you to run the risk of this, or any entity in this house attaching itself to the item and then haunting you or whoever bought the item. Then again, money is money, and these are trying times.
You walked over to the window, noting how long a way it was down considering you were on the fourth floor and atop a cliffside on this side of the mansion. You lifted the panel with little resistance, letting the wind billow in and clean out some of the air, of course it also stirred up a bit of dust and you knew that could be problematic. But considering how breezy it was, you were hoping it may not take as long as you had thou-.
Wait, did that rocking chair just move?
You snapped your gaze to look at the rocking chair. Empty and still as a statue. You tried to convince yourself you had just imagined it, or that the wind really was that strong. But when you turned around and made eye contact with Mary, you could tell by the look on her face, she saw it too, probably better than you did considering her line of sight.
Clunk. You snapped you head first back to the rocking chair, which still looked still and unassuming, then you realized the window had been slammed shut.
You pushed the chair away from you before trying to push the window open again. But it wouldn't. It felt as if it were bolted shut.
Mary walked up next to you with something in her hand, "Let me try."
You stepped out of the way just in time to see the crowbar in her hand as she swung it, shattering the window, and the windowpane with zero effort before pushing out the broken remains onto the rocks below.
"I ain't smelling that bitch's foot stench," Mary says under her breath as she nonchalantly drops the crowbar on the floor and walks back to the center of the floor before sitting down indian-style. "I get ahold of this bitch, she'll be begging for me to die a second time," She says, a slight smirk on her face.
You figured she was probably angry after losing her temple to a monster attack, but you were also eager to get this hunt under way, and you knew she probably was as well.
OPTION 1). Encourage Mary to vent and whatever that entails. +15 Affinity w/ Mary
OPTION 2). Get on with the Ouija Board session. +10 Affinity w/ Ghost (for better or worse)
***You start the relationship with each character at 30.***
(The Affinity system will determine how that character will treat you and how they will feel about certain decisions. Keep in mind that characters will show affection and distain in their own ways so take that as a note of caution when raising or lowering affinity too far beyond the starting number. And that's all I'm going to say otherwise I will just further complicate it and not even I will be able to keep it straight. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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