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[ffsjordcn]

perspective hallway | nov 2 | 1:00pm

jordan couldn’t take it. he didn’t want to move from his spot. he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs to get the entity’s words out of his mind. he was just a boy when his mother died but he remembered every minute of her last days. he remembered the pain and sadness that everyone experienced when she was pronounced dead and the struggles their family was dealing with even ten years later. it was too much. his head was starting to spin. he needed to sit down.

after a few long moments, he moved to lean against the wall but his legs gave out so he slid down, back against it and hung his head in his hands as he sat. he was so drained. he was exhausted. he was hungry. he wanted to go home but he didn’t even know if he would. he wanted to talk to his sister but there was no way since his phone was dead. he was trapped inside of a haunted house. 

he wasn’t sure how long he was sitting up there after the entity left when he heard footsteps nearing him. he wasn’t really sure he wanted to talk to anyone. not after that. not ever, probably. he just wanted to be left alone. he wanted to rot in this corner of the house for all eternity. he was at such a loss. he felt like such a failure. everything that the entity said was still ringing in his ears. he’d tried so hard his entire life and it still pointed out he was a failure because he couldn’t take care of his dad. 

with the footsteps getting closer with every moment, jordan opened his eyes. his head was still spinning and he knew he looked like a mess. he most likely smelled since he hadn’t showered in the last few days. none of that mattered, though. jordan couldn’t care less. he actually hoped the person nearing him wouldn’t notice and keep moving on. he wasn’t in the mood to speak at all. or do anything. 

[rosiemoraless-blog]

Kitchen//Nov 2//6:55 am

Rosie tip-toed back into the kitchen, gently shutting the door behind her. She had woken with an awful start that morning, still sitting on the counter, neck sore and mouth worse than cotton. Her dreams had been a strange amalgamation of things, a girl dressed as an angel saying, please, please, please in a horrible litany, fire flickering inches from her toes, Ava Marie, age nine, on the balcony, telling her that a lone twin never survives long without the other. It was all pretty par for the course, if she was being honest. 

The first thing she had done, after splashing her face and drinking gulps of water from cupped hands, was to carefully step over all the sleeping people and leave the kitchen. She needed to see what was left of the Great Room. It wasn’t terrible, everything blackened and the couch nothing but a carcass. The interesting part, what she had wondered, was that it was all very contained within that single room. On the floor she could see a line where the fire had stopped. It was positively unnatural, her life in a nutshell. She was still thinking about it back in the kitchen as she quietly searched the pantry. A sound behind her had her whirling around though, an apology following quickly. “Oh gosh, sorry. I was trying to be quiet.”

[smalls-basil-blog]

The Ballroom// Nov1//12:15

Basil’s hands were practically white, having pulled on the door handles for what felt like hours. The slamming doors were like a bombshell and left just as big an aftermath. Half the party had congregated around the doors, tugging and slamming against the old wood. It budged as much as a locked bank safe. People tried to make calls to the police and fire department-- anyone that could help but cell service was shitty. Though now it seemed to be nonexistent. Most everyone had given up, moving around the house either to have fun or find another way out. Basil on the other hand, was like a bouncer, attached to the doors like it was a part of him.

Despite the cool, October weather sweat dripped down his brow and neck. It was happening-- the rumors were true-- they were going to die-- he should have known. Lost in a forest of fears and spirits that were meant to be forgotten he didn’t notice anyone come up behind him. He did feel a hand on his shoulder. Basil jumped, his back slamming against the door. “Fuck-- ow” His shock mixed with his pain as the door handles jabbed his lower back. “You gotta scare me like that? We’re already locked in!” he exclaimed, ignoring that he hadn’t heard anything other than his thoughts for the last five minutes.

[yonatan-wolff-blog]

The Kitchen || Nov 1 || 12 AM

It nearly took the entire night, but Johnny had finally managed to make his way into the kitchen. If you asked the blonde how he actually found it he wouldn’t be able to tell because all his surroundings looked the same to him. 

Johnny walked over to the table looking at the spread of food. It wasn’t like he had many options since he preferred Kosher food to anything. Right as he was about to take a scooby snack the lights went out. A eerie chill fell over the boy, as he heard the door slam shut. Johnny didn’t think anything of it because he was to drunk to process the situation. The only thing that mattered was his stomach was growling and he needed food. 

He picked up the scooby snack and ate it. Moments later it hit him, he was still hungry. Looking around at the food he knew his only option was the scooby snack so he ate another. Johnny repeated his actions multiple times. As he didn’t even realize what he was doing.

Eventually it all came to a stop when he felt the weed hit him. And it hit him hard. His face dripping with sweat, his shirt felt matted to his skin. Johnny’s heart was racing. To put it simply, Johnny was freaking out. He rushed over to the door trying to step out and get some fresh air, but the door wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t remember how the doors got locked so he pounded on them hoping maybe he could break the door with his strength. It only made his knuckles bleed with his hard hits. “HELP.” He screamed. “SOMEONE COME AND FUCKING HELP ME.” The boy gasped as he was trying to catch his breath. 

[elizabethsuttonn-blog]

grand foyer || nov 1|| 12:00am

Liz knew that it had been silly for her to come to this party. She hardly knew anyone in attendance and it was obvious that she wasn’t doing very well in the socialization department. It seemed best if Liz separated herself from the others until the party had ended and she was able to get a ride back home. 

To occupy her time, Liz explored the grounds alone. While she didn’t appreciate the hype of all the folklore that surrounded the mansion, Liz really enjoyed the beauty of the building’s architecture. Her eyes scanned the tall pillars of the foyer, marveling at their construction. Within seconds, Liz’s attention was drawn to the cut lights. While others might have been terrified and began speculating that the so called “hauntings” had begun, she figured it had to be some sort of faulty wiring in a building this old. 

She could hear the other guests freaking out in the distance but soon that was drowned out by the sound of the large and heavy doors slamming in front of her. Admittedly, that did scare her. Liz wasn’t a fan of loud noises let alone ones that happened abruptly. She held her hands to her mouth trying to stifle a small scream. A few moments passed as she calmed her self down. “Very simple explanation,” she mumbled to herself. “ The Bernoulli Principle. The air pressure in the building changed causing all the doors to shut. No big deal.”

[yonatan-wolff-blog]

Left  Wing Guest Room || Oct 31 || 9:50 PM

Johnny was drunk. A drunk Johnny always lead to horrible decision making. This was probably one of the worst thing he could have ever done. He noticed a sleeping girl - someone he didn’t even recognize. The blonde already knew where this going. Deep down he just prayed to the heavens that their clothes would be on. When he removed the dusty old cover it revealed two naked bodies. Johnny propped himself up in the bed and sighed. If he weren’t so drunk he would have felt guilty for not remembering even sleeping with her. One thing Johnny really tries not to do is have druken hook ups he won’t remember. 

The blonde crawled out of bed. His exposed bodies got chills as he walked around picking up the clothing from the floor. Johnny jumped as he heard a knock. “Give me a second will you.” He cried as he raced to get his clothing on.

[alejandrocastillos-blog]

dining room || oct 31 || 9:45pm

Alec managed to wander his way over to the collection of drinks on the table designated “the bar.” He’d already gotten a hit of a joint and a couple of Sully’s ‘Scooby Snacks,’ so he was well on his way, but he wanted something to wash it down, something to hit him faster and in a different way than an edible. Tonight was a night that screamed ‘cross-faded’ to him; he wanted to do just about everything he could to have a good time, so as he poured himself a concoction of about three different alcohols and splashes of juice here and there, he smiled to himself at what the night would hold. Careful not to spill any on his chest or his very few garments, he topped off his glass with a drink that would last him at least an hour. 

It was then he felt eyes on him. Quickly turning, he expected no one, much like he’d felt in the billiard room with Ember an hour earlier, just his imagination and classic stoned paranoia getting to him. But this time, he actually saw someone, and he stood up straighter. “Want some?” He asked, offering the remnants of his mix. “If you wanna have a real good time, I can make more.” He suggested, winking at the person across from him.

[terynabbott-blog]

Solarium ✗ Oct 31 ✗ 8:39 PM

   Teryn had been pretty desperate to find an unoccupied room on the first floor of the large house. She hadn’t even been at the party that long and she was already feeling overwhelmed. She wanted to leave. The better half of her told her that she should, but the half of her that was dying to explore one of the most (supposedly) haunted houses in Rhode Island made her stay. She made a deal with herself that she’d find a quieter room to stay in, and was more than pleased when she found the Solarium. 

   “Hello?” She called into the seemingly empty room. The large ceiling-to-floor windows let in an eery light from the moon outside that cast over what was left of the dying and decrepit plants. The dirt and rocks and dust crunched under her boots as she walked, the longer back half of her costume just barely touching the ground, “Thank god,” She let out a sigh when no one replied to her call, before speaking again, quieter, “What have you got to show me tonight, huh? Please make this party worth attending,” Teryn spoke to the house. She ran her fingers along the top of the flat stone bricks that made up a wall for one of the planters.