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[brokenbirb-blog]

“This place...” Wes began as he stepped out of his car, his eyes unsure where they should look first. The place was fucking huge to say the least and there was a good feeling that pulsed in the center of his chest. This was gonna be a good time. “I hope it comes with some sort of directory.” He said, more to himself than anyone else. Considering he was about fifty percent sure he was stood in the driveway alone Wes grabbed his bag and tossed it over his shoulder with ease before he slammed the car door shut once more.

Taking slow steps up to the front door Wes took his time just allowing himself to reel in the feeling of someplace so unfamiliar. The building was almost haunting, he could remember his grandfather would tell him stories about the Manor. How he knew the old woman who had been rebuilding it and he himself had gone to help with some repairs. He always said something bad was in this house but honestly? Wes wanted to find out for himself. He pushed open the front door with ease and released a loud howl into the empty foyer. 

“Guess who’s home for dinner!” He yelled, a broad smile on his lips as he kicked off his shoes.

[alcxamarsh]

Alexa had given herself a tour of the house upon arrival, scoping out the landscape and planning her first night. Best place to sleep, best place to drink, best place to get a little party started. But Christ, this place had surprises galore. Every room she walked into was just a little more white, leather, gaudy something. “Who designed this place?” she scoffed to herself as she walked through. She didn’t bother going out the back door, since the pool wasn’t really in her interest. Turning back to the rest of the house, she was startled by a mirror on the wall next to her. “God, why are there so many of these?” It was the second time she’d jumped at her own reflection. She wasn’t usually so jittery. Weird.

[oddxty-blog1]

          COMING TO A STOP right before the patio, jules lets out a low whistle as she takes in the sight of the grand manor before her. god, it’s even bigger in person than in the pictures. however, her gut tells her something isn’t right and reminds her of what she looked up prior to deciding to come. still, that doesn’t stop her from popping her board and carrying it as she jogs up the small steps, falling into pace with another guest. “ you know, i looked this place up last night. there’s been exorcisms held here and shit. ” she turns to grin at them. “ wicked, right ?? ”

[dyl-crane]

Honey’s yellow suitcase toppled to the ground at the door of the house, the door looking larger and sturdier than she expected. A feeling of discomfort washed over her, blue eyes wide and filled with both awe and something else -- something that most people no longer possessed, a faraway storybook emotion. She raised one finger to press against the detail of the door frame, “Beautifully, hazardous,” she pulled her finger back away as if it had been burned.

[nadinehayes]

Nadine sat with her legs tucked to her knees, pulling at a loose thread on her sweater. Well, Isaac’s sweater. She wore it today because it was fuzzy and warm and she was still recovering from her nightmare. That's what last night was. But it didn’t explain the bite marks on her hand. She pulled at the sleeve to cover them. Out of sight, out of mind. Nadine barely registered the voice speaking until she realized it was, and it was waiting for a response. Her response. “I’m sorry--” Her voice was soft, tired from fighting all the conflicting emotions inside her head. “I literally didn’t hear a word you just said.”

[zclla]

nausea settled in the pit of zella’s stomach as she lay crumbled against the floor, hands still slick with isaac’s blood –– the ruby red stained almost every inch of her from when she fell beside his lifeless corpse. the image of him left her head spinning as she struggled to clean up the glass of water that slipped from her grasp as a result from the final SLAM of the basement door. trembling hands clenched shards of broken glass, the fragments digging into her palms –– zella welcomed the pain, it came as a distraction from the thoughts that plagued her. everything spun around her and the room was full of color; she was still riding out the horrific high that a few tabs brought her. it was only a bad trip. the sound of footsteps caused her to flinch and she hurried to finish picking up the mess, stumbling as she trudged towards the garbage can. the blonde still believed it was all a fragment of her imagination, she couldn’t fathom that anyone else could see the crimson was smeared on her face, soaking her hair and garments. it was all in her head. “uh, i’m sorry. i kinda... dropped a glass,” she muttered, words lethargic as she brought her lacerated hands to her eyes, trying to shut it all out. 

[soldiersilas-blog]

Silas finally pulled up at the end of the long driveway in his tan 2000 Honda Accord, rolling his window down and flicking ash off the end of his cigarette as he searched around for a good place to park. There were people already parked in any spot that they could find, but more cars pulled up behind him as he looked, which was surprisingly. He was usually the last to show up, but this seemed to be different as he backed into to a fairly hidden spot. As soon as the trunk of his car was covered by a thick brush, he changed the gear to park and leaned back, taking a deep breath.

After turning the car off and tossing the keys into his back pocket, he got out and moved to the passenger side, pulling his Army issued duffel bag out of the seat and slinging it over his shoulder. This backpack held some pretty harsh nightmare material, but was comforting at the same time. Not as comforting as the dog tags around his neck, but it did the job when it needed.

He dropped the cigarette on the ground and checked his surroundings, eyes barely lingering on the impressive house as he focused more on the people outside that were arriving as well. He used his newly freed hand to grab the tags, thumb brushing over his name as he started towards the entrance. “This place is as huge as a fat hooker’s bottom.” He said to himself, making it look like he was barely acknowledging the person that headed up a few feet away.

[alcssandros]

hey gang! i will spend a majority of the day on a train; so, that makes for the perfect time to post a STARTER CALL. so, my lovelies - if you would like a closed starter with this loser, please like this post and i will make it happen!