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Possession: Haunting of the Devil's Mansion (reserved;momadness)
66 Winter Island Rd
Salem, MA 01970
6:00PM
Emmeline D'Amico had moved her entire life, but none of it had happened until the passing of her mother. Something about that had ignited something in Axel V. D'Amico... the twins were barely ten years old, he had just made Chief Editor with the newspaper company he worked for. Their family was happy, and thriving. All it took was one rainy night along the scenic highway 1 of California to change their entire world. After that, it was as if D'Amico had gone on auto-pilot... he struggled to come to terms with it, and became heavily engrossed in the supernatural afterwards. It seemed a harmless coping mechanism... but as time progressed, Axel became highly dedicated and his harmless coping mechanism went from amateur hobby to expensive second-job. He documented his findings, he had a following after a year, and streamed on YouTube which brought in a much needed revenue. When the time was right, he sold his family's starter home and left California.
Their 'home away from home' became a rather fancy new model Winnebago... the twins were given the room and there was plenty of space for Axel to keep his research and equipment in the rest of their new mobile home. The children enrolled in a Cyber Character school to keep their education as linear as possible when they were younger... and naturally, as they grew older, they preferred to visit the school at least part time--with Emmeline taking the liberty to be as bold as to finish her last two years of attending her public Highschool. She craved the connection and the experience, and was not disappointed. Her twin brother, Mathias, had gone the route of the multi-athlete... he ran track, played Lacrosse, soccer, but had become a star swimmer above all. Emma was the more fiery, outgoing of the two of them, and her older by two minutes identical twin Matt was her polar opposite. Mathias was quiet, reserved, and sweet-natured.
She adjusted her headphones, the variety of old-school rock and roll distracting her mind as she felt the road shift from smooth pave to a rocky path. The foliage out the window was thick, and she had surely observed wildlife on their drive down here from the harbor. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a house. Her brother was in back, more than likely fiddling with his guitar, or sorting through college applications as they neared there new temporary home. The longest they ever stayed in any one haunted house was a year. Axel D'Amico had written an award winning novel of this particular haunting, because of the demonic energy and the fact that they had successfully procured evidence that allowed the family who resided there to be approved by the Catholic church for an exorcism.
Frankly, she grew weary of all the traveling. She wasn't fond of the East Coast... she didn't care to continue to spend her life chasing down spooks and myths and mysteries to satisfy whatever inward struggle her dear Daddy had developed after her mother passed away. No amount of chasing ghosts was going to bring her back. Sometimes, she swore his research was just an excuse to look for a way to make that possible.
Whenever she brought this up to her father though, he was always warding her away from the idea of going to college 'just because all young people do it', telling her how much he needed her and how big of help she was with the research. When she really seemed at the end of her rope and desperate to get on with her life, her father insisted that he needed her himself... he'd break down, and she would give in, because she did so love her father dearly. Occasionally she would wonder if her father kept her around because of... well... how she could tell if there was something in their midst. Paranormal activity was always heightened around Emma. She had been that way even when she was a very little girl, and though she tried to stifle the sensitivity to the otherworldly entities as she grew older they still had a habit of flocking to her. To the otherworldly plane, she was a lighthouse, and they were drawn to her like a beacon of her light in the darkness. It was a nuisance at best, but she had gotten used to it, and had even learned a few tips from spiritual people through her life to help block them out and keep her protected from the less savory beings that might be drawn to her.
"We're here--hey, come on up Em... take a look, will ya?" Her father sounded pleased with what lie ahead down the long winding path through the forest. It was all weeping willows and massive white oak trees down the rough trail, wildflowers licking the edges of the worn partially gravel path. The main gates seemed miles away now even if it had only been a ten minute drive down from the cut of the main road. The teenager slid into the passenger seat, a giddy smile painting across her lips as her father gestured ahead. "Welcome to the Lovell Mansion."
"Wow... it's gigantic--this isn't a freaking house Papa it's a mansion! Maybe even two--how many rooms are there?!"
"There's at least twelve bedrooms alone and six bathrooms--a huge library, god only knows how many sitting rooms, a ball room, a dining room, the kitchen is like a hotel--there's four stories total, a finished basement level and an attic... the west wing has an atrium! There's a cottage in the back for guests and attached to it, a pool, and pool house... and a labyrinth--though, I suppose it's probably really over-grown, the place has been vacant for almost a year... but it's the biggest we've been in, definitely. And supposedly super haunted.."
"It's gonna take forever to clean." Emma groaned, and her father laughed cheerily. "There's hired help, don't worry. You're only responsible for setting up the cameras alright?"
"Hey, what'd I miss--whoaaa, Pop, this place is huge! Is this the house? Is this even a house?!" Her twin in all his messy-haired sleepy-eyed glory had come to the front of the camper as they rolled into the front drive, beneath an impressive car-port over-hang in front of the main stairs. On either side situated were two massive stone lions, and behind the port, a large concrete fountain which might have been marvelous in it's glory days. It was now still, with dark stagnant water pooled beneath.
"Dibs on the master bedroom." Matty cackled, the lanky teen climbing the stairs hurriedly, skipping one as he went. Emma rolled her eyes, leaving her artist pad behind as she hopped down from the Winnebago, the professional grade camera looped around her neck taken into delicate hands. She removed the lens cap, carefully examining the massive structure in all of its dark gothic-architecture and glory. She snapped a few photographs, breathing deep the clean country air, ever so thankful to be far from a busy bustling city.
"Coming, Emma?"
"I know it's weird Papa, but... it feels so calm around here. I think the supposedly 'super haunted' label might be a little off on this one." Her father only chuckled gently, and waited for the eighteen year old to climb the stairs before him, before following her in. She pulled her thick, dark brown hair with it's light summer highlights to the top of her head, capturing the hair with a band. "Moving truck is schedule for tomorrow, and tomorrow we will be joined by Mrs. Margaret Thatcher, and Mr. Eustace Dean. They keep the place up typically, but seeing as no one has been living here, they moved closer to town... they'll be here tomorrow morning from eight AM, until five PM, every day from here on out. Any questions?"
"Nah... I'll go ahead and get the cameras set up."
"Don't worry about that right now, go find a room you like!"
66 Winter Island Rd
Salem, MA 01970
6:00PM
Emmeline D'Amico had moved her entire life, but none of it had happened until the passing of her mother. Something about that had ignited something in Axel V. D'Amico... the twins were barely ten years old, he had just made Chief Editor with the newspaper company he worked for. Their family was happy, and thriving. All it took was one rainy night along the scenic highway 1 of California to change their entire world. After that, it was as if D'Amico had gone on auto-pilot... he struggled to come to terms with it, and became heavily engrossed in the supernatural afterwards. It seemed a harmless coping mechanism... but as time progressed, Axel became highly dedicated and his harmless coping mechanism went from amateur hobby to expensive second-job. He documented his findings, he had a following after a year, and streamed on YouTube which brought in a much needed revenue. When the time was right, he sold his family's starter home and left California.
Their 'home away from home' became a rather fancy new model Winnebago... the twins were given the room and there was plenty of space for Axel to keep his research and equipment in the rest of their new mobile home. The children enrolled in a Cyber Character school to keep their education as linear as possible when they were younger... and naturally, as they grew older, they preferred to visit the school at least part time--with Emmeline taking the liberty to be as bold as to finish her last two years of attending her public Highschool. She craved the connection and the experience, and was not disappointed. Her twin brother, Mathias, had gone the route of the multi-athlete... he ran track, played Lacrosse, soccer, but had become a star swimmer above all. Emma was the more fiery, outgoing of the two of them, and her older by two minutes identical twin Matt was her polar opposite. Mathias was quiet, reserved, and sweet-natured.
She adjusted her headphones, the variety of old-school rock and roll distracting her mind as she felt the road shift from smooth pave to a rocky path. The foliage out the window was thick, and she had surely observed wildlife on their drive down here from the harbor. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a house. Her brother was in back, more than likely fiddling with his guitar, or sorting through college applications as they neared there new temporary home. The longest they ever stayed in any one haunted house was a year. Axel D'Amico had written an award winning novel of this particular haunting, because of the demonic energy and the fact that they had successfully procured evidence that allowed the family who resided there to be approved by the Catholic church for an exorcism.
Frankly, she grew weary of all the traveling. She wasn't fond of the East Coast... she didn't care to continue to spend her life chasing down spooks and myths and mysteries to satisfy whatever inward struggle her dear Daddy had developed after her mother passed away. No amount of chasing ghosts was going to bring her back. Sometimes, she swore his research was just an excuse to look for a way to make that possible.
Whenever she brought this up to her father though, he was always warding her away from the idea of going to college 'just because all young people do it', telling her how much he needed her and how big of help she was with the research. When she really seemed at the end of her rope and desperate to get on with her life, her father insisted that he needed her himself... he'd break down, and she would give in, because she did so love her father dearly. Occasionally she would wonder if her father kept her around because of... well... how she could tell if there was something in their midst. Paranormal activity was always heightened around Emma. She had been that way even when she was a very little girl, and though she tried to stifle the sensitivity to the otherworldly entities as she grew older they still had a habit of flocking to her. To the otherworldly plane, she was a lighthouse, and they were drawn to her like a beacon of her light in the darkness. It was a nuisance at best, but she had gotten used to it, and had even learned a few tips from spiritual people through her life to help block them out and keep her protected from the less savory beings that might be drawn to her.
"We're here--hey, come on up Em... take a look, will ya?" Her father sounded pleased with what lie ahead down the long winding path through the forest. It was all weeping willows and massive white oak trees down the rough trail, wildflowers licking the edges of the worn partially gravel path. The main gates seemed miles away now even if it had only been a ten minute drive down from the cut of the main road. The teenager slid into the passenger seat, a giddy smile painting across her lips as her father gestured ahead. "Welcome to the Lovell Mansion."
"Wow... it's gigantic--this isn't a freaking house Papa it's a mansion! Maybe even two--how many rooms are there?!"
"There's at least twelve bedrooms alone and six bathrooms--a huge library, god only knows how many sitting rooms, a ball room, a dining room, the kitchen is like a hotel--there's four stories total, a finished basement level and an attic... the west wing has an atrium! There's a cottage in the back for guests and attached to it, a pool, and pool house... and a labyrinth--though, I suppose it's probably really over-grown, the place has been vacant for almost a year... but it's the biggest we've been in, definitely. And supposedly super haunted.."
"It's gonna take forever to clean." Emma groaned, and her father laughed cheerily. "There's hired help, don't worry. You're only responsible for setting up the cameras alright?"
"Hey, what'd I miss--whoaaa, Pop, this place is huge! Is this the house? Is this even a house?!" Her twin in all his messy-haired sleepy-eyed glory had come to the front of the camper as they rolled into the front drive, beneath an impressive car-port over-hang in front of the main stairs. On either side situated were two massive stone lions, and behind the port, a large concrete fountain which might have been marvelous in it's glory days. It was now still, with dark stagnant water pooled beneath.
"Dibs on the master bedroom." Matty cackled, the lanky teen climbing the stairs hurriedly, skipping one as he went. Emma rolled her eyes, leaving her artist pad behind as she hopped down from the Winnebago, the professional grade camera looped around her neck taken into delicate hands. She removed the lens cap, carefully examining the massive structure in all of its dark gothic-architecture and glory. She snapped a few photographs, breathing deep the clean country air, ever so thankful to be far from a busy bustling city.
"Coming, Emma?"
"I know it's weird Papa, but... it feels so calm around here. I think the supposedly 'super haunted' label might be a little off on this one." Her father only chuckled gently, and waited for the eighteen year old to climb the stairs before him, before following her in. She pulled her thick, dark brown hair with it's light summer highlights to the top of her head, capturing the hair with a band. "Moving truck is schedule for tomorrow, and tomorrow we will be joined by Mrs. Margaret Thatcher, and Mr. Eustace Dean. They keep the place up typically, but seeing as no one has been living here, they moved closer to town... they'll be here tomorrow morning from eight AM, until five PM, every day from here on out. Any questions?"
"Nah... I'll go ahead and get the cameras set up."
"Don't worry about that right now, go find a room you like!"
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