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 Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 2:31 am
P L O T
Basically, a man has moved into an old home which was on the market really cheap, located in the older part of the city. He's moved there for a new job. But he notices some stuff in the house isn't going as it should, the mirrors for one aren't quite right. Sometimes the reflection is different, sometimes the reflection isn't there at all, and other stuff happens as well (which we can make up).
He starts doing some digging and realizes that the family that had lived in the house just ten years before had disappeared, leaving their youngest daughter alone in the house, she's currently in an institution, labeled mentally insane (although she's not really). The newcomer suspects something might be going on in the house, and suspects the deranged girl has some idea what it might be. He sets out to find the girl and find out what is going on with the house.
Ideas to add:-- Ghost/Demons/Evil entity of some sort
C H A R A C T E R S
Newcomer : Guyy
Deranged Girl: Emmaleth
Newcomer's Concerned Friend 1 : Open: Preferably Female
Newcomer's Concerned Friend 2: Open: Male or Female
Deranged Girl's Doctor : Open
Other suggestions would be Newcomer's Neighbor, Newcomer's Boss/Co-worker, Newcomer's Family Member, etc. Or if you have any suggestions, just let me know ;3
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 2:53 am
Samuel loved the house. It was spacious, it was warm, it had everything he needed, it was surprisingly cheap. It was the little quirks about it that bothered him. Like the way he swore he could see more in the mirror than he should. Or sometimes less. The little glimpses of movement out of the corner of his eye unnerved him the most.
So when, while speaking to an elderly neighbour, he discovered the house was so cheap because the local people knew the family that lived there had mysteriously vanished and simply would not buy it, he decided to do a little research. A little digging in the city records office turned up some surprising information. For one, no one seemed to know what happened to the family. There was no evidence to go on.
And two, not everyone had vanished. It seemed the daughter had gone quite mad and was holed up in an institution not far away.
He thought for a moment about just letting it drop. A couple more nights of glimpses and strange occurrences goaded him into wanting answers. Perhaps what had driven her mad and the family away was connected. The only person who knew was the girl herself. So he found himself standing at the front desk of the asylum arguing with an orderly in an attempt to get a visitor's pass. Some small white lies later, he was being led into the day room. He looked around and mentally shuddered at the people he saw. He was glad he was still sane. He hoped.
Finally he was shown to a seat near a girl. He stared at her for a moment before extending his hand in greeting.
"Samuel Hayter. I was hoping you might speak with me for a while?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 3:15 am
For an entire decade, Olivia Hickman had been locked away in the institution. She was merely nine years old when her family had disappeared. They'd found her locked away in her closet. Back then, her large blue eyes had been wide, staring off into nothing. Her body was covered in scratches and her clothes stained with blood. It didn't take long of her raving about a monster for them to send her to the institution.
At first, she'd done her best to try and explain what happened, but stories of monsters just didn't set will with the doctors. Unexplained bruises and night terrors began to happen over time. Eventually, they had to remove all of the mirrors from her room. WIthout the mirrors, the physical damage stopped. But, as the years went on, Olivia stopped trying to tell them about what happened the night her family "vanished." In fact, she'd mostly stopped talking at all.
The girl that sat in the day room was pale. She had worn bags under those light blue eyes and her long wavy hair was unkept. She wore a solid white t-shirt with white hospital-pants and a plastic bracelet around her wrist with her medical information on it. Other than that, she was barefoot, one leg hanging down limp from her chair while the other she hugged close to her chest. She had carefully chosen to sit in the corner of the room farthest from any of the windows or the TV or any other shiny surfaces.
When an unfamiliar man sat down next to her, the blank, defeated face of the girl turned to look back at him. She only blinked once in response to his question. Who was he and what did he want? Olivia had had no visitors ever since the investigators stopped coming. She had no family left, or what distant family she had wanted nothing to do with her. What was all of this about?
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 3:23 am
The girl he faced looked exhausted and haunted. Not too different to anyone else in the room then. Except for the way she distanced herself carefully from... the others? Or something else. He waited a moment with hiss hand extended. Silence.
When she turned to look up at him he realised she might once have been considered beautiful. Her blue eyes were large and round and may once have sparkled. Her skin, though pale and worn out, could once have glowed. And her hair lying limp against her scalp could easily have flowed. But right now she looked like a patient in a mental institution.
He dropped his hand helplessly as she stared at him. She did not speak to him at all. Of course. He had expected sane conversation from a crazy lady. He ruffled his chin-length brown hair nervously and pulled a chair up opposite to her, where he sat himself.
"You're Olivia, right?" He began gently, looking for any sign of recognition. "I've come to ask you a few questions about your family, if that's okay? I live where you used to live." He probed carefully, not wanting to send her into a panic or a rage.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 3:45 am
Only a few muscles in Olivia's face seemed to move. Her expression had hardly changed at all, but the tiniest changes had changed her worn blank stare into a droll one. Of course, why would this man have any other reason for showing up. She huffed and sighed, staring into space for a moment. Visuals of the night that had landed her in the institution flashed in her mind causing her to close her eyes and frown.
A brief moment later, her eyes sprung open and she looked at Samual again, but this time her expression, while still very similar to her original stare, hinted to anger. "What I have to say won't matter to you," she said. Her voice cracked as it wasn't often used. "I've told my story over and over. No one believes the truth, why do you think I'm still in here?" she said, her tone was flat and exhausted, though her angry rose in it ever so slightly.
As she spoke, her eyes looked deep into his. It was the type of look only someone you'd known very well would dare to give you. It was a type of look which others could swear bore straight into their soul. Then again, how else would she look at others? She had absolutely nothing to hide anymore, and that was how she looked at her doctors. Some were intimidated by it, like the nurses who came to give her her medications, while others went unphased as if they expected her to look at them that way.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 2:37 pm
No rage and no fear. That was good at least. He hadn't expected the almost indignant expression and reply, as if she expected him to tease her or if she was just tired of the whole thing. He felt a bit guilty now, but part of him felt if he couldn't find answers, he'd end up in this institute right next to her. As she closed her eyes he simply waited for her to continue.
Now she was angry. He winced. It was clear she had really given up on the whole thing. Clearly people believed her to be insane. Now he wasn't so sure if she was or not. The gaze she gave him, as if she was looking right into him and laying everything he was bare, actually made him recoil a little. But Samuel was not the sort of give up so easily.
"It does matter to me. Look, I know you don't know me and you have no reason at all to trust me, but I seriously came here for honest answers. And you're the only one that can give them to me." He ran his fingers through his brown hair and frowned. He was hesitant about sating more, for the fear he'd sound mad.
But what better place was there to sound mad than a nut house?
"I see things, out of the corner of my eye. Things that shouldn't be. The mirrors... I don't know. Maybe I'm just stressed or something. New house, new life and all. But I feel like I'm going cra..." He looked up at her. Now that wasn't very sensitive of him at all. "I thought maybe you could just tell me what happened."
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 1:12 am
As Samual continued to talk, Olivia's expression slowly changed from blank and angry to full on curious, or maybe even disbelief. Her eyes squinted slightly and her brow furrowed; her lips parted slightly as if she were about to say 'what'. Her head also cocked to right. Was he really serious? She had to wonder. No one had ever humored her before. "Y-you see those things, too?" she asked in a hushed voice.
She stopped as a nurse walked by and handed her the small wax cup with her pills in it. Olivia took to cup and help it in her arm that wrapped around her lep that was propped up in the chair. When the n urse gave her a droll look, Olivia returned the expression before throwing her head back and swallowing the pills, hard and fast. The nurse tapped her foot and then Olivia, in an almost annoyed manner, opened her mouth to show the pills were not there.
The poor girl watched as the nurse moved on, but when she was sure she was far enough away, she held the cup out for Samual to see. The pills were still in the bottom of it. "I'm not going to take pills I don't need," she said flatly. After a decade in the institution, she had learned slide-of-hand illusions from other patients that came and went. Most patients hated taking their pills, so they got inventive.
"If you're seeing those things, your life is in danger," she suddenly said, almost musing over it as she looked past him and long into the distance, trying to see out of a window, or so it seemed.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 4:47 am
He couldn't miss the way her expression changed the more he spoke. Either she was starting to believe he was here to do more than laugh and make fun of her, or she thought he was utterly mad. Which would be quite appropriate all things considered. She lowered her voice. So, he was right. She knew what he was talking about.
"Ever since I moved into your old house, yes." He nodded, replying in just as hushed a voice as she had used. Her curiosity was evident on her young face. He leaned forward a little, just as the nurse approached and thrust a cup into the girl's hands. It seemed it was medication time.
He watched her knock back the cup and he grimaced. He didn't envy the poor people trapped in here at all. The nurses looked dour and harsh, the decor was less than inspiring and the pills... who knew what they did? He sighed particularly for Olivia. If he was seeing what she was seeing, then either he was mad too or she was sane and didn't need the medication at all.
However, she showed him the cup and the contents still in place. He raised an eyebrow curiously. He really thought she'd swallowed them. He gave her an impressed glance and held out his hands. Least he could do was take the pills for her and hide them. The nurses probably wouldn't check him for them and hiding them must be the hard part.
"That's a handy skill to have. And yeah, if I see the things you see I can guess that you never needed these pills at all." He sighed, keeping his voice quiet just in case.
Her sudden and serious final words made his heart sink. She stared into space, looking haunted as she glanced out at the window.
"I was afraid of that." He rubbed at his forehead with his fingertips as he hung his head. "So, will you tell me now what's going on?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 9:08 am
Olivia's light blue eyes fell to the white tiled floor. She seemed to sway slightly from her left to her right as she remembered, to the best of her ability, the night her family disappeared. She had had two older sisters and an older brother, her being the youngest her in family. She was the first one to notice the mirrors in the house weren't right, but her parents wrote it off as a cry for attention or typical childhood nightmares.
Then her brother, who had only been a year older than her, began to see the things she did. It was like they began reaching out. They had spotted her spotting them and used her to draw attention from the others in her family. One by one they all began to see the things behind the mirror. It wasn't long until they even started hearing them. Finally, Olivia's parents decided it was time to go! And upon that discussion, all hell broke loose.
The monsters didn't want to be left alone.
Her eyes fogged over as she remembered the horrifying scene that played that night. Blood had been splattered everywhere, all over her. She tried to run, but the monster had caught her and began to tear at her. She screamed and screamed and could hear her family doing the same and then everything went black. The next thing she remembered was an officer shining a flashlight into her eyes and she began to frantically scream again.
Her own childhood wails echoed in her mind as she shook them away. Looking up at him, she again stared at him for a moment, almost as if she forgot who he was and why he had come to see her. Then she blinked, as if it all rushed back to her a moment later. "You're like me. Some humans are more sensitive to the paranormal than the others, and paranormal beings use people like us as gateways to get into our supposedly normal world," she said quickly and quietly, making sure her posture didn't change as to avoid drawing attention from the orderlies.
"I don't know what I can do to help you. After all, I'm just a crazy girl. Besides, it's not like I can just waltz out of here, either," she noted, her tone almost listless.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 12:20 pm
Samuel watched the girl as her eyes fell. She swayed slightly, looking more like any other inmate than she had before. He supposed some things were habit, picked up after so long trapped in a place like this for the wrong reasons. Unless they were both mad. He glanced around. It was all too easy to imagine himself sitting in a corner swaying.
Her eyes went misty. He didn't disturb her. She was obviously remembering, or thinking. She would probably need the time to collect her thoughts. She looked quite distant as he sat in silence watching her. Before too long however she shook herself out of it and looked up at him, those blue eyes staring just like they had when they first met. She seemed to collect her thoughts together after a little while.
He'd never thought of himself as particularly sensitive to the supernatural and paranormal. She carefully disguised what she was talking about by remaining still and quiet. No doubt they would hold her down and forcefully medicate her if they knew, and kick him out for encouraging her.
"I just want to know what's going on." He sighed. "You've told me now I'm in danger, but I don't know what to do about it. I thought you might know, or at least tell me what it was I seem to be dealing with." He glanced around thoughtfully. Maybe he could get her out. Somehow. Could he pretend to be a distant relative maybe, come to take her somewhere else for care? There had to be something he could do to help her. She wasn't mad. She shouldn't be here.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 1:20 pm
Olivia sighed impatiently. She drew up her free-hanging leg so that she sat butterfly-style in the chair, her bare feet bottom to bottom. Her arms were still and her hands wrapped around her ankles for support as she leaned forward onto them. The look she was giving him, with her mouth pressed slightly to the side and her eyebrows almost parallel with the floor, would have made even the smartest of men feel dumb.
"If I had known what it was back then, do you think my family would have been murdered the way they were? They don't exactly let research books about paranormal beings float around inside of an institution like this one," she said, glancing around. Thens he leaned back and blinked up at the ceiling for a moment. "You're not seeing them full-on yet, are you? It just seems like the reflections are off at the moment, right?" She paused and bit her bottom lip as she mulled over his situation.
She didn't want to return to the house, she was afraid of it. She didn't want to get caught up with those creatures again, that was for sure. Then again, she wasn't exactly living where she was now. Sure she was alive, but sitting in the day room and talking to countless doctors a day, it was hardly a life. "I think I've got an idea," she said suddenly, but her voice shook and was hinting towards nervousness. Leaving here meant returning to the house. Or maybe she could escape somehow? Ah, who knew, she'd get to that part when it came.
"My main doctor is here today. He hates me. He's been dealing with me for years. Go to him and tell him you're my mom's cousin or something like that. Explain to him that, since I'm locked in here, you're my only remaining relative and you've inherited my family's house, since it's obviously failed on the market." The entire time she spoke, her voice continued to teeter between confident and unsure. She bobbed her hands up and down in the air as she thought, but she didn't seem to realize it.
"You would have to tell him you're trying to get power of attorny over me or something like that. Really, they were supposed to let me go last year because I was originally admitted as a minor. The law states a minor shall be released from any institution upon becoming an adult. My doctor convinced the state that I was unsafe and too immature- unable to function as a part of society, so I got stuck here," she went on, simply explaining the facts.
"You gotta tell him," she went on, leaning in again and lowering her voice once more. "You gotta tell him that you feel all other theroputic attempts and medications have failed and that the only hope for recovery will be for me to be forced to face my fear, and that's re-entering that house. He'll think it over, scratch him chin and push his glasses up his nose while he ways the options," she pointed out unnecessarily. "He'll love that he has a chance to get rid of me and he'll have a theroputic excuse for it. They'll sign me over to you and then I can help you from there," she said with a series of small quick nods that were almost not detectable.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 1:45 am
"I know... but you were very young. Even if you had known what it was and what to do, could you have done it? Would your parents have listened? That's why I came to you. Perhaps you know something and you simply haven't been heard right." he explained gently, watching her shift position and get a little agitated at him. He nodded slowly.
"Movement out of the corner of my eye. Things just... not right in the mirrors sometimes. I honestly thought I was imagining everything at first, until I found out what happened to your family. It's a terrifying situation for anyone to have been in." He tapped his finger on his bottom lip, trying to think his way through the whole situation. Even if he could get her out, would it be fair to take her back to the scene of the worst night of her life? She seemed to answer his unspoken thought for him.
"You really think that would work?" He asked, pausing his tapping and looking up at her hopefully. It would be easy to fake a semi-distant relationship, especially if the doctor really was so willing to be rid of her. And it sounded very plausible. He could even put on a show and act all annoyed that she wasn't pulling her weight as a family member. Maybe if he seemed to side with the doctor, he'd be eager to let him take her.
"I could certainly try. I'll need a few details about your mother of course, just in case he asks me... Are you sure you want to go back there though? I really only came for answers, but if you could actually show me that would be brilliant. I don't want to cause you any suffering on the other hand. I could just sell the house on, though I was hoping to keep it. It's perfect." He sighed. he really did like that house.
And then there was the question of what to do with her afterwards. Maybe he could get her a job at a low level in the company he worked for. It would be the least he could do if she could help him solve this problem.
"Tell me about your doctor and family, and I'll go see if I can get an interview with him." He finally decided with great resolve.
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