A knock on her door. "Hi my name is Nick reynolds,I just came to welcome you and..." he looked around the house nervously "tell you to be very careful here,If you need anything i live next door my door is always open,"he said.They said there goodbyes and she closed her door wondering what he ment......
Ginger spent the next few days settling into the huge house. She was an artist and set up her canvas and paints in that tranquility of that beige room. when she painted she felt lost in a state of daze as she let her passions make its way into her brush.
Life was pleasant for Ginger the last few days. Yet, soemthing was odd about the room. Now and then paints would be of a different color then she remembered using. Blues would be green at times. Reds would be brown. On one occassion she noticed her picture of a forest was filled with orange trees instead of brown. Many times she would feel the light tendrils of wind, as celestial fingers, would brush against the back of her neck. Often times, she feels as if she was not alone in the room. For some reason it gave her a slight comfort, being the only person in this place..............................................
As i drove home wondered if she has any idea what evil lives in that house and then out-loud i say"I should have told her,god forgive me'"i mumbled.........
A knock at his door pulled him from his study where hed been doing alot of nothing.I opened the door and was actually pleased to see Ginger standing there holding a peach cobbler."Come in," I said. I showed her to the kitchen and offered her a cup of coffee."You live alone,?" she asked."Yeah, im recently divorced and my ex took everything but this old house,including my son,"I said.
It was a good thing i still had visitation rights with him. At 31 i was a fairly goodlooking man.Blonde hair light blue eyes a slightly good build.
"What do you do,?"she asked. "Im the town vet," i replied.
For a few seconds i felt attracted to her.She was a goodlooking woman.But then i remembered her house and my heart filled with fear for her.....
"I dont mind at all," i said and smiled at her."We were together for 6 years my son is 4,"i replied.I noticed that i was more than a little attracted to her."So what happened with your husband?," I asked.I figured out right then i was going to help this lovely young woman if it killed me.My phone rang "Hello,yes,Mrs.Reese ill be right there dont worry," i said. My assistant we had a really badly injured dog at my clinic."Gotta go to work,"i said thought a second,"Why dont you come with?," i asked her "your chance to meet some more people,"i said and waited for a response.....
The call was not as bad as mrs.reese said it was.The dog had a broken leg,compound fracture.thats all."Mrs. Reese, you have to stop making every call sound like a life or death situation,"I told her, more worried about the break in at gingers house.I knew it wasnt a break in,but i dont know if she was ready to hear the truth about the house.
I told mrs.reese to page me if i was needed again i had something else to check on.I pulled into the her driveway just as Sheriff cutter had pulled out.I went up to knock
"Ginger im back" I called "Come in", she said. Do i really have too.....
OOC: 5'8, pale skin,pale blue eyes,dark hair, average build,22 years old
IC:
Lily moved her bangs out of her eyes as she passed the house. She had seen the police cars and had been expecting a coroner to show. No deaths seemed to have happened, her eyes darted from each dark window. She could feel the vibrations the house was giving off, her brow narrowed. Her hand clutched at the bag she carried; licking her lips she turned away and moved on home. Home, she thought to herself with a snort.
It had not always been home, she glanced back at the house and felt a shiver go up her spine. No, it had not always been her home.
OOC: 5'8 auburn hair, Dark green eyes with splashes of gold in them, nice body , 26 years old
IC: Eden sat on her porch reading a book when she saw the police cars heading back to the station, they had been at that house again. She sighed shaking her head, why do people keep going back there she wondered. Eden was a 26 year old psycic, many people in the town knew of her. Her family had known lived in Niceville all of their lives and had seen the horror that went on at that house. Now someone new had arrived, fresh meat for the evil. She contemplated visiting the new arrival but wasn't sure if she would be welcomed. She hesitated a moment longer but decided she had to at least try to warn her. She stood up setting her book on the table and hurried inside for her keys, as a last minutte thought she whipped up some desert and climbed into her car. A short time later she arrived at the house, she climbed out of her car and walked up to the front door. She could feel the evil flowing from the house and couldn't stop a shudder from coursing through her body. She felt the pain and the fear as well of all the victems of the house but most of all she felt anger, the worst of all the emotions, anger at anyone who dared enter the house, anger at the living. Eden took a deep breath and rang the knocked on the door.
Eden smiled warmly, "coffee is fine thank you". Eden glanced around the house feeling a weight of emotions pressing down upon her. "How do you like the house?" she asked casually stepping into the subject. She felt and more importantly she knew the house did not want her here. She glanced around the kitchen and could just hear on the edge of her mind the tortured souls crying out. She closed her eyes a moment blocking them out and turned her attention to the host. "I don't mean to be blunt, or rude but have you heard about this house's history? Do you know why it was kept vacant for so long and why you got it for so cheap?" Eden hated barging into this womans affairs but the last family that lived here ... well she had not bothered to warn them and it had been to late, she decided she would not let this house have another victem, no more blood would be spilled.
Eden realizing she was making her uncomfortable backed off a bit. "Well I suppose they are just rumors, would you like me to tell you the history of this house? I know it quite well, hauntings are kind of a hobby of mine." Eden sipped her coffee using her mind to create somewhat of a barrier around them so that the anger could not reach them and Eden could speak without interruption. She knew the house wouldn't want her revealing it's secret.
Eden heard the scream and was just about to rush into the house when Ginger burst through the back door. "whats wrong?" She asked concerned. She looked as if she had seen a ghost and knowing this house she probably had. "Take a deep breath and try to calm down" she said as she gently took Gingers arm and led her to a chair "just relax and tell me what happened"
Eden handed Ginger her drink "now sip slowly and relax while I explain" Eden stood up and looked at the house a moment before turning her attention back to Ginger "This will sound ridiculous but your house is haunted. And not by the normal casper type Ghost I'm talking an evil spirit. One so full of hate and bitterness that it outways anything I have seen. I have lived here for all of my life as the town psycic, I get my powers from my mother who was also the town psycic. She told me of the first owners of this house. They were full of mystery and rumors spread like wild fire about them. Saying they are witches and involved in the occult. No one really knows. Well one day there was alot of yelling in the house and screams could be hear through out the whole neighborhood and as suddenly as they had begun they stopped. Police went inside to see what was happening and when they came out there faces were white and they wouldn't speak to any one. It turns out that the whole family was chopped into tiny peices and spread throughout the house the only thing was since everyone was dead they couldn't figure who did it." Eden sat down memories running through her head. " My mother did an evaluation in the house and all she could say was that this was house evil pure and simple. She couldn't tell them who had killed them but she told them to tear the house down. The city refused to and a new family moved in. They complained often of seeing things and hearing things at night. They once said that they would stand in a room and feel someone wrap their hands around thier necks and squeeze before letting go and no one would be there. That family left the house and it remained vacant for a few years before another family moved in this family had a son about 16 and his room was the black room that you know of. It was a cheery blue in the beginning but he started complaining of hearing voices telling him things and in the end his room became painted black and he murdered his family and killed himself. And now 5 years later you move into the house, the person you saw in there was believed to be the original owner who was an occult leader ... it is said that he holds the souls of all who died there captive so that the house has become so full of anger. I warn you now if you wish to live and keep your sanity leave this house and go far away because if you stay it will kill you like it has killed before!"