Setting: In the forest an old Victorian manor stands. It isn't in deep in the forest, but farther than walking distance. Outside there is a road and an open metal gate. People who have entered the house have said there were ghosts that inhabited the house and recommend not going into the house at night.
Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 6:53 pm
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Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
It was day time. Belladona and Henry were hidden away, unable to stand the light, but the child ghost was up and about. The male was bored to tears wandering around the house. He had no friends and very few toys that he hadn't grown bored with yet. It had been years since he had a conversation, the other two in the house didn't talk to him, only to humans that wander in in the dark. Henry was happy to just chat, Belladona screamed and wailed about her death and unable to cross, though it all sounded like shrieking to humans, letting everyone to beleive that Belledona was a banshee.
Goodwin sighed as he walked around, yawning a little. The child didn't need to sleep, but he was just that bored. He would stare out the windows in the early hours of the day, the sunlight showing that Goodwin, although fully colored outlined and looking (mostly) human, was still slightly see through. After a few hours of watching the forest animals run by, wondering what the new manor was doing there, Goodwin sighed and went to the servant's quarters and found the closet that had all the cleaning things. Even if he was a ghost, he was able to pick up the bucket, sponge, and soap. He took it up to his room where he changed out of the dress he normally wore into a simple short black skirt that he used when he cleaned. The clothes turned physical when he took them off. He replaced his shirt with a dusty cream colored one and his shoes and socks were taken off.
In near every outfit that Goodwin wore he looked like a little girl, as he only wore skirts, even if it was sociality unacceptable. He remembered that people meeting him would call him a girl and treat him as one, and he didn't mind. He felt like young ladies were treated more gently than young men, and generally it is true. Taking his cleaning kit, he returned to the foyer and started to clean. The young male couldn't do the upkeep of the outside of the house, and in the inside was poorly cleaned. Being a pampered child when he was alive, he never had to worry or was taught how to do things. The only way he could learn anything was from books, and since he was still young, he couldn't read things harder than beginner's chapter books.
He started on the floor by the door first, cleaning it quite quickly, since this was the room he cleaned the most. When he was done there he moved to the hall and then the living room, using a wood cleaner on the shelves. The books there were not his own, and he couldn't even read any of them. He pulled them out and put them on the couch to wax under them, then he dusted off the books before putting them back. He was just that bored to do this. He really hoped that someone would visit him.
Your Sweet Dreams
Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
Age//: Nineteen | Status//: Single | Mood//: Scared/Worried | Place//: Mansion | Friends//: Toni, Chris
Sunlight beamed through the window on the left side of the room. The morning sun was blinding, for it rose on that side of the building, right into poor Alex's eyes. He was sleeping soundly until the giant ball of fire came up from it's slumber, or the other side of the world. He rubbed his eyes in an annoyed manner, angry to be woken up by the sun. Another day. Another day of doing nothing. Another day of boredom. Another day of begging friends to entertain him. The boy with really long, abnormally purple hair sat up in his bed. He slowly moved out from the covers, and out of the room, not bothering to make the bed. He was half dressed anyway, so he simply slid on a pair of pants and some shoes, then plopped down onto his sad excuse for a couch. After sitting there for a minute staring at the off TV screen, he phoned up some friends. Amazing how he could pay for a cellphone, but not for a decent couch. After talking to this person and that, they together decided to go and check out the Haunted Mansion. As kids, it was known as the place where people went, but never came out. It was said to be haunted by horrifying ghosts that ate your soul. Of course, being older now, they didn't believe it. Their main purpose was to go in and spray paint their signatures, maybe see what cool stuff is there since no one is living in it. So, they all met up in the front of the house at around dusk. It was Alex, a redhead named Chris, and a Blonde named Toni. Their three bikes were beside the gate in front, and that is where they decided who got what coloured paint can. After arguing whoever got the purple, which was obviously Alex, they climbed the fence, not bothering if it was locked or not. The three boys walked up to the front of the house and with some efforts, opened the door slowly. A cool chill ran down Alex's back... "This place literally gave me the chills...." Chris rolled his eyes and told him to stop being a p***y and just go in. And so, Chris went it, then Toni, and finally, Alex walked in to find good spots for signatures to be placed.
"Partyuntilthesuncomesup!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 7:28 pm
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Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
Goodwin moved to the other room with his bucket of water and scrubber. He was getting a little tired from scrubbing his home clean. The child yawned, unknowing of his guests in the house. He quietly went to the living room, rubbing his eyes. He took his music box into his hands and opened the lid, the oddly haunting music that no one was ever able to source. Goodwin, still in his cleaning clothes sat on the couch, kicking his feet, his body near transparent in the sun's rays and he hummed to the song. This was his favorite to relax to, it was one of the very few things he could remember from his life before, his love of this music box. After he got a few minutes of relaxation he popped up grabbing the box and went back to see if the halls were dry, still unaware of his guests. walking between light and shadow it seemed as if Goodwin was flickering in and out of existence, the music following him.
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Your Sweet Dreams
Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
The three boys were walking about when they heard rustling. Each of them accused another of kicking something, when none of them did. Soon after, music could be heard, and this made them all go pale. They all looked at eachother, then to where the music was coming from. They were all on edge... And the slight vision of the young boy in the light sent them all over. All three boys screamed on the top of their lungs, and Chris and Toni ran out of the building faster than they've ever ran before. Alex was stared motionless as he blinked a few times. He DID just see that... Right? Nonetheless, the other two boys ran out... So Alex must be the brave one to put his initials. He would be the leader of the group! So, with a shaky hand, Alex found an empty wall in a bedroom of some sorts. He then continued to spray an A with an R connected to the right line of the A. Alex Roads. "I'm brave... I'm really brave...." He mumbled to himself.
"Partyuntilthesuncomesup!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 7:53 pm
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Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
Goodwin blinked a little, setting down the music box and half jumped hearing the screams. Odd people, he was only a little boy, where they screaming about him? They ran away too, sad, he wanted company. Seeing the last one stay and write on the wall, Goodwin screamed "NO! I just cleaned that!" He whined and ran extremely close to Alex, standing there, pouting. "You cant do that!" He whined again, standing just in the shade, visible but still see-through. He pointed at the markings. "Get it off, now!"
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Your Sweet Dreams
Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
Alex was panting for no reason, probably just from being scared? Once he was finished and was pretty pleased with himself, a voice rang out. But his friends... Left.... He froze and dropped then paint can, too scared to even look. However, his head slowly turned to the boy who looked like he was about to cry. He was.... Yelling at him? Alex stood there, wide eyed in disbelief. A distorted smile crossed his face. "Ha... Haha... A kid... You're... A... You're there... Ghosts aren't real.... Ghosts..." Then, after a moment of mumbling, Alex's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fell hard. He was pale... He fainted.
"Partyuntilthesuncomesup!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 9:05 pm
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The boy tilted his head watching at the male who was brave enough to write on his walls. He fainted. Goodwin crouched down, poking the male's cheek for a moment and when he didn't get up, the ghost child stood, going to fetch the bucket and rag. He brought it back to the man that was out and sat the bucket down next to him, waiting for him to wake up. In the mean time, he took the can of paint and looked it over, wondering how it worked. He turned the nozzle towards him and looked at the strange object, accidentally spraying himself in the face. He squeaked and tried not cry with paint in his eyes.
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Your Sweet Dreams
Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
Age//: Nineteen | Status//: Single | Mood//: In denial | Place//: Mansion | Friends//:
Alex stirred a bit until he finally woke up to the sound of a whimper... He looked around the room, then finally at the transparent child. This had to be a dream... The child looked in pain, and Alex wasn't some d**k to let a kid stay in pain. If this was a ghost, he wasn't sure if this would work but... He grabbed the rag that he assumed the kid brought and gently dabbed the kid's eyes, removing some of the paint. He sighed and took the can away too. "This stuff... Is very bad... I'm, uh, sorry for painting on your wall... Don't report me to the cops..." That had to be it. A family lived here, and this was their... Son? Daughter. ..... Alex was torn by the gender. He slowly stood up, then took the bucket and rag and started to clean the wall. "I'll clean it, so don't report me. I already got two strikes, a third and I'm out."
"Partyuntilthesuncomesup!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 9:43 pm
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Goodwin kept his eyes closed as the paint was removed from his face. He was too busy panicking to actually think about rubbing off his face. The child whined a little louder but started opening his light gold eyes looking to the person. "Thank you." he said, rubbing his eyes, sitting back on his heels and finally watching the person clean the name off the wall, or at least the letters. "Why did you paint on it in the first place?" He asked, looking up at the male. Ar. Ar. "Ar. Is your name Ar?" He asked before the paint was fully gone. "That is a strange name..."
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Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
Alex hated how he had a soft spot for kids. He continued with the paint and after while, it was finally gone. The kid asked two things, but his last question made Alex chuckle. He placed the rag in the bucket and turned to the boy, then squatted down. He was convinced that the transparent was just the light toying with him. "Nah, my name is Alexander Roads. Friends call me Alex, A.R. are my initials. Why did I do it..? Rebellious reasons." He then slowly stood and looked around a bit, his eyebrows furrowing. There was no car out front... The place was deathly silent. "Were's your parents...? In fact, how old are ya? Like, eight? You're a cute kid, you really shouldn't be alone. Some weirdo will snatch you up... .... ... I'm not a weirdo by the way! I just realized what I said sounded like.... Er, never mind that."
"Partyuntilthesuncomesup!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 10:18 pm
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"Oh. And you shouldn't go and paint someone's house for no good reason. Rebellious reasons isn't a good reason." Goodwin said, going to check the wall that was cleaned, taking the rag from Alex and rings it out, drying off the wall. "My parents are dead. I'm ten, just small!" He said quietly, half pouting. "Henry takes care of me though, he' downstairs, he doesn't like the day time." Goodwin had said, putting the rag back in the bucket. "I can't leave the house anyways, so it's no problem." He mumbled standing up. "I have not food to offer you, but can you stay a while?"
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Your Sweet Dreams
Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
Alex raised his eyebrows a bit and decided not to push on how they died or anything of the sort. "Well, you're not alone. I'm Nineteen, my parents died when I was about thirteen, so I know it must be hard. I'm just glad you're taken care of, that's all..." He looked out the window a bit and saw it was getting darker. He furrowed his brows a bit and sighed. "I guess I can stay a bit... Not like I got someone waiting on me. Ah, sorry for the ruckus my friends and I made. We saw you and heard the music, and was scared shitless! Ah, ignore that! s**t is a bad word- er, wait, ignore that too!" He said quickly. He sure was a rebel, but when it came to kids, he really wanted to be kind. Alex slowly sat down on the ground and tapped his chin a bit. "Wouldn't Henry be mad though? I'm some way older guy that's hanging out with you. He'll think I'm a *****! Which I'm not by the way!! Just, letting you know... " He mentally face palmed.
"Partyuntilthesuncomesup!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 5:05 pm
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Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
"Everyone died about hudnredish years ago?" He shrugged gently, not have kept track of how long it has been, he really didn't know how long it was between his death and his ghost appearing either. He stood up, taking the bucket in his hands and standing straight. "I've heard worse." Goodwin said, collecting his items stepping back and twoards the kitchen. "Henry is twenty three, he's was visiting me for a while, month or so. His body is in the backyard!" Goodwin beamed largely, this being something special he guessed. He took good care of the graves and the people in them. "If you promise not to leave can I go change back into my dress?" The child asked, looking up at Alex as he walked.
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Your Sweet Dreams
Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
Alex then had a confused look on his face. "Hundredish...?" Alex grew pale as he listened to the child speak. Backyard...? He looked down at the ground and bit his bottom lip before looking back up at the child. "Yeah, I'll stay... Ah, after two questions. Firstly, you know my name, so what's yours? Also, this might be a little... Rude... But you're a little boy... Right?" He scratched the side of his cheek and chuckled. "Don't feel too bad if it happens a lot... Because of my long hair, when I was little, I was mistaken for a girl sometimes too, haha"
