So heres the story, this will be a vampire themed RP.
The crips cool of the air cut's through to my skin. No matter how heavy a coat I wear the cold still finds ways in. I pull the coat tighter and let out a puff of air, making it look as though ive been smoking a fine cuban cigar. Ive got a mile to walk back to my own home from my girlfreinds house, so I start to moove briskly to get body heat going.
Montana has alway's been known for ungodly cold winter's, but tonight feel's colder yet. The snow crunche's under my feet as I walk along the sidewalk, and my mind begins to wonder to the event's that took place before i left Ashley's house. She said good bye almost as if she thought she would never see me again. It was creepy, like some dark part of her soul new what lie ahead for me on my walk home.
I quickly shook off such thought's and walked more slowly. The Story Mansion was coming into view now. It had alway's been my favorite house in town, I felt drawn to it somehow. The house was a hulk in the looming dark, at least 15'000 square feet, the property took up an entire city block on all four sides. It has long been abandoned, since Nelson Story died in WWII. The city refused to tear it down, said it was part of Bozeman's history, im glad they left it. It's almost 200 years old, built by the first Nelson Story.
As I come to the front walk I stop and turn to the house. Almost subconsiously I reach for the mini-mag lite on my key chain and turn it on. I slowly make my way to the front door, wich was a monsterously huge door, alomst 12' tall and just as wide. Slightly trembleing I reach for the door handle...
The crips cool of the air cut's through to my skin. No matter how heavy a coat I wear the cold still finds ways in. I pull the coat tighter and let out a puff of air, making it look as though ive been smoking a fine cuban cigar. Ive got a mile to walk back to my own home from my girlfreinds house, so I start to moove briskly to get body heat going.
Montana has alway's been known for ungodly cold winter's, but tonight feel's colder yet. The snow crunche's under my feet as I walk along the sidewalk, and my mind begins to wonder to the event's that took place before i left Ashley's house. She said good bye almost as if she thought she would never see me again. It was creepy, like some dark part of her soul new what lie ahead for me on my walk home.
I quickly shook off such thought's and walked more slowly. The Story Mansion was coming into view now. It had alway's been my favorite house in town, I felt drawn to it somehow. The house was a hulk in the looming dark, at least 15'000 square feet, the property took up an entire city block on all four sides. It has long been abandoned, since Nelson Story died in WWII. The city refused to tear it down, said it was part of Bozeman's history, im glad they left it. It's almost 200 years old, built by the first Nelson Story.
As I come to the front walk I stop and turn to the house. Almost subconsiously I reach for the mini-mag lite on my key chain and turn it on. I slowly make my way to the front door, wich was a monsterously huge door, alomst 12' tall and just as wide. Slightly trembleing I reach for the door handle...