Broken Panes

[BadForm]

Broken Panes (NOW CLOSED)

THIS THREAD IS NOW CLOSED. I APOLOGIZE IF YOU WANTED IN BUT HAD NOT ARRIVED YET, BUT AS YOU WILL SEE ENTRY IS NOW IMPOSSIBLE.

OOC: This is not your grandma's porno story. This is a horror story. There will be plenty of opportunities for sex - both natural and supernatural - but if you wish to simply write a sex story, look elsewhere. If you wish to write a simple story needing only 2-3line posts, look elsewhere. If you insist your character must stay intact and alive, look elsewhere. If, on the other hand, you wish to explore a horror environment, take a walk on the dark side and potentially have the ability to scare the pants off your fellow writers, this thread could be for you. It is open for a few good writers, but be warned something is going to happen shortly into it that will close the thread. Therefore, if you want to be in it, get in it. That said, read on.

IC:


Dave Sugden

Dave looked around the gardens and took another swig of vodka from the bottle in his hand. This place was spooky. The trees were overhung with moss, the flowerbeds destroyed by weeds and thorns. Most of the windows in the mansion house were broken and the rest were covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs inches thick. Even the concrete lion statues by the stairs were chipped and eroded to unrecognizability. He gave a snort, as much from sudden nervousness as any humor, and looked around at his college friends.

"Ok, whoshe ready to g-<hic>-go in?"

Dave had been the one who had come up with the idea of spending a night here and telling horror stories. It had sounded a great idea, just enough fear to get the girls ready to jump into the guys' arms. It had sounded fun, just enough of a challenge to their courage that they could come out again tomorrow looking forward to the sunshine. It had sounded a lot of things... until the night came.

Everyone knew the old manor was haunted. Dave knew ghosts weren't real of course, and that had made some of the nervous looks he'd had from some of his friends all the more ridiculous. Just that morning, however, his girlfriend Sally had disappeared. He'd tried calling her dorm room... and got a number unobtainable signal. He'd tried asking her friend Mika, but she'd looked at him as if he were crazy and asked who the hell he was talking about. And now, when the night came to stay at the manor and Sally was still missing (or as some people claimed, non-existant), he was scared.

But Dave was the unofficial "leader", the popular guy, the one who started everything. For him to back out would make him look weak and cowardly. That's why he was already part-way drunk, even before the others had touched so much as a beer. With a gulp of the moldy air, he pushed open the front door. It creaked like an opening coffin and opened into a blackened hall. He pointed his torch inside, and turned back to the few of his friends who had dared to show up.

"Ok," he said. "L-letshgo!"

 

[Ghost Ship]

OOC: Sounds interesting - I'm in, if you'll have me.

IC:

Liam Kitson

"I dunno, Dave," spoke Liam, a gangly young man with a concerned expression, "Maybe this wasn't such a great idea."

OK, so he wasn't the bravest of guys. OK, so maybe he wasn't very brave at all - this definitely wasn't his cup of tea. To be truthful, if one were to take one look at him, he looked as if he'd be much more comfortable with his head buried in a book in some library, or with a cup of hot chocolate in front of a fireplace: this was no death-defying daredevil. In fact, he looked as if he'd probably find talking to a girl frightening enough. That being said, there was nothing overly unattractive about his appearance: he was just... well, awkward-looking.

And here he stood, peering through his glasses at this rickety old place and shivering in the cold night air, crossing his arms across his body to keep himself warm.

And how did someone like Liam Kitson end up on an adventure like this? Well, suffice to say that when it came to girls, Liam was just like most other red-blooded human males...

 

[BadForm]

OOC: Welcome aboard, I'm going to post for new writers to join us before carrying on.

 

[IrishPitchford]

Lilly Newton

Lilly met Dave and Liam at a Sorority party. They were drunk and wild that evening, but found a connection in eachother, as to say, they became and remained good friends.

Lilly is a very attractive girl. 22 and full of life. She has long flowing, blonde hair, with ringlets. She has 40d breasts and green eyes. She is stunning to look at. Lilly stands at 5 foot 3 inches tall. She's short and curvy. Her complection is so smooth and clear. She's a natural beauty that the men chase after.

IC: Dave came up with this crazy idea to stay in a haunted mansion. I wasn't thrilled with the idea, as I knew it would be a creepy place to spend the night. I wasn't, to say the least, scared to stay in the mansion......I guess because I didn't fully beleive all the hype that it was haunted. Needless to say, I was talked in going by Dave. He said it would be exciting and a great adventure, so I agreed to go along.

I knew the night would be us basically drinking, partying, and exploring this, so called, haunted mansion...and of course the guys, trying to scare the hell out of me. I was in for one long, thrilling night.

We walked up to the mansion and it certainly did look haunted. It was creepy as ever. Dave was already getting drunk and I was just about to begin. Liam, he was just being him.....he wasn't thrilled of the idea of being there, but knew it had potential to be an exciting evening.

Dave opened the old, noisy door. We began to enter. It was pitch dark in ther, luckily we had a torch. My stomach sank, as I had this feeling inside of me, of to what was to happen next.

 

[chris2c4u]

It was crazy how they all turned up here. Year after year. An urban myth - the manor haunting. Wasn't college supposed to educate them?

As an anthropologist at the college studying urban myth it was his job to study this behaviour; of course, the nonsense about haunting wasn't true - not according to 21st century ideas of truth. But he wanted to get a picture of their beliefs, of this sleep over with add-ons. He knew several of them through his courses at the college. The 44 year old professor was popular with his students but when he heard about the rumours concerning the old house he stepped into the background; this would be a topic that developed over several years.

Year after year, some mysterious quirk. He ran his hands through his shoulder length dark hair. He tried to recall the stories about the place such as -when was that time? The spontaneous human combustion? It was on his file at the college; it didn't mattter now.

A puzzling thing though, this year - Sally, the missing - non-existent - girl? He had put it down to Dave's paranoia. He wanted to check the records again though.

Blinking, he watched them struggle through the door, watched the torch beams crazily zig zag in the air; followed them 30 seconds later, shaking his head, using a key.

He closed the door softly behind him - and grinned.

 

[BadForm]

Dave Sugden

OOC: Hoping to get at least one more female character to balance things up a bit, but we'll go from here...

IC:

Somewhere, down the hallway, the door shut with a thud. I turned round and glared at Liam and Lilly. It hadn't been them they were too close to have shut the front door, now a god twenty feet away. But... it had to be.

"W-will you two stop pisshing about?" I asked, forcing a laugh. "What if some of the... the others want to come in. I mean, I doubt itsh jus-just us."

Their blank looks did nothing to put my mind at rest and I pushed past them to head back to the front door. We needed it open for anyone who hadn't shown up yet. Yes, that made sense. I tried telling myself it again, hoping I'd actually believe it. It almost worked. I reached the door quickly, and didn't see the professor as he disappeared quickly into another room to avoid being disturbed. The door handle seemed cold under my touch, like it had been in a sudden freeze. I tried to turn it, but it wouldn't budge.

"What the..." I began as I grabbed it with both hands and tried harder.

Finally, twisting with every tendon and muscle I had, I got it to twist free and forced it open. A chill blast of air caught me full in the chest and I stepped back gasping. As my hand left the doorknob, I felt something long and sharp stab into it. I cried out in shock and pain and raised my hand before me. In the torchlight, I saw a foot long, relatively thick splinter pushing deep into the palm of my hand. Blood oozed around the wound as I pried it out. Flesh held onto it for a moment before it came loose. I sucked on the wound in alarm, my alcoholic daze draining like blood from a gutted corpse. How had that happened?

 

[IrishPitchford]

As we entered deeper in the manor, I had a bad feeling come across me. We moved about 15 feet in, down the darkened hall, and that's when the heavy door slammed behind us. I assumed it was the wind, but then realized, the door was much too heavy to be moved by a little gust of wind, unless there's a damn tornado outside that I wasn't aware of.

"W-will you two stop pisshing about?" I asked, forcing a laugh. "What if some of the... the others want to come in. I mean, I doubt itsh jus-just us."

I gave him a dazed look, as I didn't know what he was talking about. He certainly couldn't have thought it was Liam or I, considering we're just behind him, and a good distance away from the door.

"Dave, what are you talking about? We're right behind you, it wasn't either of us."

Dave walked back over to the door, kinda in a hurry. He first tried with one hand, then both......the door was jammed shut.

I started getting panicked, as the door didn't want to open. Then as the door swung open, and Dave moved back, he yelled out. I had no clue to what his problem was. In the torch light, I then noticed he had about a foot long splinter in his hand..........his hand was gushing with blood.

I ran over to him, in shock, as to what has givin him such a large splinter, certainly not the knob, atleast I didn't think.

"Oh shit! Dave are you alright? How in the hell did this happen?" I yell out, in shock and in complete disarayment. In a hurry, I help him take the stake out of his hand, as did Liam. It was a struggle to get it out, as it was in pretty deep. I was horrified at the sight of all the blood. Liam and Dave were trying to get the giganic splinter out of his throbbing hand.....once it came out of his hand, I ripped off my tight blck shirt, revealing my black laced bra, and rapped it around his gashing wound...........

 

[Ghost Ship]

Liam Kitson

"Jesus Christ, Dave," Liam muttered as he grabbed hold of Dave's arm, looking at the wound, "You clumsy bastard."
Needless to say, Liam was looking quite alarmed now - what with the apparently self-closing door and its hidden danger - as he tried (hesitantly) to help Dave with his wound. Suddenly, however, something much more important catches his attention, as Lilly ripped off her shirt. The gangly youth adjusted his glasses and brushed his long, unkempt brown hair from out of his eyes, as if to check that he is seeing everything correctly.
"Discrete," he muttered with the faintest hint of a grin as he watched Lilly aid Dave, his attention straying to Lilly's breasts for just a moment before returning to Dave's wound.

 

[chris2c4u]

OOC: Forgot a name! Professor Steve Emerson.

Well, I admitted, that was odd. I shut the door quietly - so what had caused it to open and slam shut so loudly? No one followed me in.

Looking out from the dusty room I had dodged into when I saw Dave coming to investigate I saw him struggle to get the door open - it had jammed somehow. Eventually it opened - then - what was it? I blinked at the odd half shape, half shadow that seemed to pass across my vision and then Dave cried out, his hand almost torn apart by a jagged splinter.

The others arrived to help just as I was about to run to Dave's assistance myself, so I stayed in the shadows.

All this was odd but not totally inexplicable - not yet. My gaze, inevitably, was drawn to Lilly as she tore off her shirt. The half light seeping through the dusty windows and opened door highlighted her curves. Swallowing, I waited to see where they would go.

 

[Butch]

Jake Olsen

With his slick, good looks and below average grades Jake was what is popularly referred to as a himbo. A pretty face with not too much behind. His main objective in life since puberty was to get laid. And laid he got. A lot. While Jake was a bit of a jock he was never amongst the better players. This probably had something to do with the fact that he was busy screwing the cheerleaders. However he had now set his aim a little higher to the stunning Lilly Newton.

This was it; Jake had found out that Lilly was going to stay in a haunted mansion with some guys. Jake, who hardly knew Dave and Liam, had been able to convince them that they needed him to come along as well.
"And here we are" he said to himself as put his car in park across the street from the mansion. He grabbed the two six-packs from the trunk and started walking towards the mansion. Just as he approached the gate he saw the others entering the big house and shouted "Hey guys, wait up!" but they didn't seem to hear him. Oh well, he was quite far away, so he didn't think much of it. He rushed towards the door to try to keep up with them. He tried the door but he couldn't move it an inch. When it finally flew open it knocked Jake off his feetand landed him in puddle of mud directly behind it. Simultaneously he heard a loud scream from one of the guys but didn't know what to make of it. He got on his feet and realised that school team jacket(his favorite) was ruined because of the mud. He threw it to the ground and instead focused on brushing off the mud from his pants:
Lilly could not see him all dirty on the night he was going to make his big impression. He checked once again to see that his t-shirt did little to hide his muscular arms. Once he proceeded to make his way to the door he was instantly greeted by the sight of two full, sweet breasts but soon realised the reason for Lilly's shirtlessness. He was in somewhat of a shock.
"Dude, like, what happened?" he asked and continued "I brought enough beer for, like, everyone."

OOC: So whaddaya think. Nice subject for first person to get killed, right.

 

[Vero]

Reb

Rebbecca was willowy with long curves on her athletic frame. And she had gone by Reb to everyone but her mother since she broke a boy's ribs playing rugby. Both for insisting that she could stay on the guy's team and because that was all he could get out before he got the breath knocked out of him.

She kept her long, thick chestnut brown hair in french braided pigtails. Her blue eyes burned behind thick lashes. When Liam had told her about the night's adventure her pert nose had wrinkled with her signature flashbulb smile, "I'm in, I have to go or you'll get into trouble, as per usual."

When she got to the mation she heard Dave's shout and hurried faster - the guys were getting into stupidity already. The ambiance was incredible, and despite herself she was beginning to get spooked, pulling her hoodie closer around her shoulders. She found the group without too much trouble - just look for the lights and smell the alchohol. Lily was naked already? Blood...where from?

"Holy shit! what happened?" She turned her back to the group to scan the shadows and started to get a bad feeling about the evening.

 

[chris2c4u]

Prof Emerson

They were confused, a milling throng. Leaning back into the shadows I watched as two others arrived on the scene; safety in numbers, maybe. I did wonder if they might call it off if Dave's hand needed hospital treatment. It looked like things were settling down though.

I recognised the latest girl to arrive; surely she had taken one of my classes? Her eyes seemed to glow as she looked around the shadows where I - and who else - lurked? (What else? The thought came unbidden and I smiled to myself - yes, easy to get sucked in to believing).

 

[Vero]

Shadows always move like that when the light source is moving, right? Slide like oil and intentionaly hide all the details. She wrapped her arms around her chest reflexively - it felt like the walls were watching her. She shook herself mentally - that's stupid, Reb. Its a building, a dark, old, creepy as hell building, but a building.

She checked out the doctoring and mentally sighed at how every male in the room was riveted to the sight of Lily's breasts. Its almost as if they were new to the world of public display, but since they were Lily's, it was doubtful. Dave's hand was pretty well wrapped, and with that amount of alcohol, he wouldn't feel a thing until morning. Reb added a mental note to hustle him to the clinic later to get it looked at and check into his tetanus status.

"Hey, guys, are we exploring or sitting in the foyer drinking? I, for one, want to find the library in this dump. Any one for coming with me?"

She grabbed her MagLite and strode off, slow enough that it would be easy for the group to catch up, but wanting to do *something* on this adventure.

 

[BadForm]

I had to admit, Lilly's breasts in their very limited cover were a perfect anaesthetic. As I stared at them, the pain seemed to disappear. I didn't resist as she bound my hand, I doubt I could have resisted anything she wanted to do. Lilly was hot. I stared at her and tried to avoid drooling as I thought about what else we might see that night.

A couple of others shortly arrived, Reb and... one of the jocks. I didn't really know him, other than his name, but then, when they knew girls were around jocks hung round like blood hounds. There wasn't much point in objecting and besides the more the better I felt. If this house was as spooky as it seemed so far, then the more people here the better it would be.

Reb suddenly announced that she wanted to explore and headed off down the hallway. The others still seemed occupied by my accident and Lilly's breats. I decided to join Reb to cut the tension.

"Hey, great idea. Though I gotta say... the library don't sound like much fun!"

I laughed as I strode towards her and followed.

 

[Vero]

I glanced back at Dave laughingly. "Silly, all libraries have secret passages. Finding secrets is the fun part. And if that's not fun enough, I promise I'll make it up to you later."

Have to admit, having one of the guys, and not the skeevy jock, with me on my wanderings felt safer than just running off alone. But then again, my ass generally draws followers until my mouth scares them off.

 

[Butch]

Jake

"Uh, guys..." Jake started as he saw Reb walk off with Dave in close tow. Turning to Liam and Lilly he continued "...you, like coming or what?".
Lilly, the sole reason he was even in this stinkin' place, didn't even turn to face him as he spoke. Well the new girl was quite hot and he was gonna get some action tonight so he told Liam and Lilly:
"Well whatever cus I'm gonna go follow the others. See ya."
He hurried after the light of Reb's flashlight and realised that booty didn't get much sweeter than that. It had almost an hypnotic quality to it and she knew it.
"Hey guys wait up!" he said as he finally caught up to them. When they turned to face him he couldn't help to think that Reb didn't seem to be crazy about the idea of him tagging along. "Oh well. Probably just my imagination" he thought

 

[IrishPitchford]

The situation with Dave's hand soon passed....as I ripped my shirt off and wrapped his hand up and applied pressure to stop the oozing blood. I didn't intend anything by taking off my shirt...no dirty thoughts...just wanted to be of help to Dave, but as all eyes went on me, it felt rather nice.

Other's began to arrive and all I thought was releif, as it probably would be safer to have extra security arround for me, as I started to get worried and frightened of what would happen next.

Reb had a suggestion to explore this creepy place, so she began to take off down the hall. Dave and Jake decided to follow, and I think Liam was off in his own world, so I too decided to follow....after all, I knew it would be safer with the group.

A draft came about, through the dark, gloomy room. My nipples began to harden at the touch of the coldness that flowed passed them. With all that was going on, I had suddenly forgot that I was revealing my black laced bra, and plump breasts showing through it, untill I got the draft and looked down.

I walked faster to catch up with them. I followed the light and voices, as they weren't much further ahead of me.

"Wait up, I'm coming too." I said as I thought, afterall, we need some kind of excitment, like exploring and adventuring in this dump of a place.

I picked up my pace and my breasts began to sway.

 

[Ghost Ship]

Liam Kitson

Liam looked all about the entrance hall, peering at the architecture and the somewhat-past-its-prime decoration. His attention was diverted from the others so that he barely even noticed the new arrivals, instead taking a closer inspection of the place. Running a hand across one of the walls, he couldn't help but imagine that the shadows played across its surface in a very unusual fashion.

At least, he thought he was imagining it...

Finally, he balled his hand into a fist and lightly knocked against the wall, perhaps testing its durability and thickness. It did not make a loud noise, but its echo through the now-empty hallway sent a shiver down his spine, and he hurriedly looked about for the others. Noticing that they were already setting off exploring, he jogged to catch up to them, coming to the side of the rear-most member of the party, Lilly. Once again looking down at her exposed cleavage - just for a second - he unzipped his jacket and began to take it off. He had expected the place to be cold, so he had come prepared - beneath he had a long-sleeved dark green shirt.

"Here, Lilly. Take my jacket," he offered, moving his gaze from her breasts up to her face and offering a shy smile.

 

[chris2c4u]

The group began to move off, catalysed by Reb; I recalled her being a livewire when she had taken my class. Slowly, the entrance became quiet and I could follow them at a safe distance.

Secret passages; well the house was certainly a candidate for some - it had been built by some diplomat many years ago, they might want ways to spy on guests.

Intrigued by the way history, myth and the imagination were beginning to flow around one another I managed to keep out of sight, the light from a pencil torch I held my only guide.

 

[Vero]

Alright, they can be galvanized into motion!

Reb smiled back over her shoulder as she paused to let the group catch up. "Do we want to explore rooms, or hallways?"

There must be some insane accoustics in this place because her voice echoed back to her in seemingly half a dozen different tones, overlaying each other "Do we want...we want...we want...want...want...want"

The shadows were still doing funny things...and was that a light down the corrridor?

Get a grip, Reb.

 

[BadForm]

Heading further into the house did not improve the atmosphere. It had been abandoned by humans about 20 years ago. Unfortunately, the same could not be said of the spiders. Once away from the draughty, broken windows the cobwebs and dust increased exponentially. Tapestries and hangings were not only faded, but also looked to have been nibbled by moths and possibly even rats. Furniture, for the most part, was broken and damaged or merely warped by water and wind. The air itself started to turn from dank to fetid in some places. Then we found the library.

The most surprising thing wasn't that it was web free and pristine, nor that books lined dozens on dozens of ten-shelf high stacks. It wasn't even that the tables and chairs still had their velvet cushions, nor the tables their gold-leaf inlay. The most surprising thing was we didn't need our torches. There, on each table, sat an oil lamp that glowed near as bright as stage lighting. After the dark of the halls, it made us all cry out in the pain of contrast, and only slowly did we adjust to the sight around us.

As we stepped within, a shudder ran through the floor. It was quick, barely perceptible, but none-the-less startling for that. After what had happened so far, though, a minor earth tremor was nothing.

 

[Vero]

Reb

Holy Shit. Holy, holy shit shit.

"See guys, the library is where its at! Is this cool or what?"

Reb pushed all the questions she had about how or why or who tothe back of her mind. If she got creeped out, the others would balk, but if she kept the mood adventurous, they might stay brave, and we might get out of this.

She went to the shelves and started scanning titles. Some she knew, the Crowley collection for instance, though she'd never seen 777 in leather, and after pulling it off the shelf she saw it was signed. With a personal inscription to "My dear friend W". Other titles were beyond her dabblings in the occult. Not a good sign, Reb.

 

[Butch]

Jake

The others finally caught up and they were full party at last. Lilly was ultra hot even when she was clad in Liam's jacket and Jake got really turned on by the way Reb took total command. "She's gotta be wild in the sack, don't you think?" he said to Dave in a quiet voice.
That guy seemed so damned uptight Jake didn't know what to think. Ah, screw it. He's probably got his reasons. Instead of pondering the matter he drank down another beer.
"So, like, where we headed now, gang?" he said to the group. "Let's get this party started!"

 

[Vero]

Drunk people can't talk quietly.

"She's gotta be wild in the sack, don't you think?"

Reb pinned Jake with her best stern schoolmarm glare and arched an eyebrow. "I'm standing right here. And furthermore, enjoy contemplating what I may or may not be like in the sack, because that's all you're going to get." Her hand on her hip accentuated not only her attitude, but the curve of her wide hips, which could have results that were not quite what she had intended.

She turned back to the bookcase. "I, for one, am going to explore in here a bit more. For those who haven't noticed, its a tad different in here." She ran her hand along the books again, but pulled back sharply when one burned her fingers with cold.

 

[chris2c4u]

The light ahead turned golden; it was no longer the flashlights. What was going on here? My suspicions were aroused that someone was setting this group up. This wasn't mere urban myth there was someone manipulating this for their own ends.

It was time to end my academic interest from the outside - a but of participant observation was required. It could well be that Dave or someone was just playing an elaborate game with them and it was innocent enough, I mean nothing had happened yet to make me think that this was a dangerous place, at least nothing without a potential explanation.

OK...I admitted to myself, I didn't want to be on the outside of that library looking in, especially after - the worn carpet, the loose floorboard - moved under my feet.

Turning off my flashlight I walked into the room just as Reb pulled her hand back from something on the bookshelf.

The group looked back and forth and despite her hugging her hand under her armpit I saw Reb recognised me as her anthropology professor, a matter I explained to the rest of them.

"No, I'm not the mad axeman," I grinned, hoping to put them at their ease.

"Who lit the lamps?"