Post by Da Pwny on Feb 9, 2008 10:34:06 GMT -5
*this is an old RP that i had on a different forum a long time ago that really ticked me off when it died >.< i'm hoping to have better luck here though, as everyone here is so active the intro post is possibly the longest I've ever written, and the length might be unnecessary, but it gets the beginning out... use any character you like, as long as the setting for him/her is real-world/mystical or any combination there :3 just no elves or dragons or outright magic or anything like that... this is going to be scary, as it is a horror RP, so just be forewarned before joining there... anyways, have fun... and I'm done!*
*the settings take place both in old Japan (Nippon as its referred to in that time frame) for backstory purposes, and in modern America. this is a realistic RP, although elements of mysticism and fantasy horror will be rampant :3 most of it will be centered around the Passat Mansion, where the main characters from both time periods end up. no exact direction for this, just want to see where it all goes :3*
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<Nippon, 1894>
Reki had been a reject all her life. Abandoned by her parents at a young age, she was forced to live on the streets for much of her childhood, and harbored much anger during that time against almost everyone; everyone except an old woman who lived down the corner who would feed her almost every day. But even that didn't last forever, as eventually the old woman died and he house was sold off. Reki was once more alone.
She never had many friends; the ones she did have either used her to get money for themselves, or she was the only one who considered them friends. Not that she was ugly; no, quite the opposite was true. Even at a young age, behind the dirt and grime of her broken life and body, she was truly beautiful, with thick black hair and fair skin, and her eyes... her emerald eyes sparked even in her constant hopelessness. But few saw this beauty in her, and those who did sought to use it to their advantage. Once more, her hatred continued to grow and thrive deep within her.
One day, near her 16th birthday, she snapped. One of the regular "clients", a fairly powerful man with a reputation for beating women without reason, took her home one day and, after finishing his business, fell into a deep sleep. Beaten and tired, clothed only in an dirty old kimono that reeked of slight amounts of blood and other body fluids, holding yet another fracture on her right arm, Reki saw her chance to escape. It wasn't the first time she had done so; many times before she had attempted to get away and succeeded, earning herself another beating but freedom in the end. But this time, things were different. Quietly slipping out the door, she tried to make her way downstairs, but frightened a servant on the way down, awakening the master. Furious and drunk, he caught her in the kitchen and began beating her once more.
Reki desperately tried to break free, but the man had her in a death grip. Her fright and hatred mixed, twisting into full-blown anger; she grasped a knife that had fallen off the nearby counter top and plunged it right into the master's heart as he was bringing down his fist, killing him within seconds with a surprised look on his face. However, her rage blinded her, and she continued attacking him even as he slumped over onto the floor, turned over as the servant came in. Frightened herself and covered in blood, Reki turned to look at the servant girl, who screamed as Reki's bloodlust reached a peak... The young woman fell to the floor as guards came into the room, Reki on top of the girl, knife in hand, about to bring down the second stroke when she was hauled off the still-breathing young lady, carted away by force as blood ran all around her...
Several days later, as she sat alone, locked away in the town's jail, facing death by hanging, Reki continued to cry, curled up and shaking violently, having not eaten anything in several days, still wearing the blood-stained kimono that she had murdered the cruel man and attempted to kill the young girl in, clutching the same broken arm, which had been set badly by the prison doctor; that seemed like punishment enough. Every night she tried to go to sleep, she awoke screaming, nightmares wracking her mind left and right. On this particular day, a police officer entered the room, standing in front of her cell; next to him, a tall young man, maybe mid-20's with prematurely white hair and dark green eyes, a kind face and skin that seemed to weather his figures before they had time to mature. He was beautiful in her eyes, even as he held a cane to steady himself on his right side
The officer spoke to him in a language that Reki could not figure out, but she quickly made out several words that the officer seemed to deliberately speak in Japanese: "Are you sure you want to free this wench?" The man, surprisingly, responded almost immediately "Yes. What is such a child doing in a horrible place like this?" "Child?! She murdered the town's mayor. Even if he was a drunk b******, he still ran the town." "Well, whatever price is, I'm sure the child had a reason for such an action." The officer laughed. "The bail price is set at 10,000 yen. I doubt even you-" "Then it is a deal."
The cop almost choked when he heard that. "Your willing to pay to release this invalid?! You must be insane! There's only one other person who has a bond higher than her, and he-" "Then how much do you want me to pay? If that is all, then I believe I must be going back to my hotel." The officer laughed nervously, then tried to convince the man that it was impossible to let her go. However, the man insisted upon it. "If you wish, you can take up the matter with my manager. My room number is 121. I believe this concludes our business for today." The man turned from the stunned policeman and walked out of the room.
Reki couldn't understand what was going on. 'Am I being released', she thought to herself. Trying to shake the thoughts from her head, she soon left that memory behind, and finally stopped crying, letting herself sleep for the first time in what seemed like an eternity...
A day passed, then two days. Reki, with some delusion of hope resting in the back of her mind, forced herself to eat even if she didn't feel like it, gaining her strength back as she did. After three more days, the officer returned. He hadn't set foot in front of her at any time during the three days until now. Unlocking the door, he ushered Reki out. Feeling that her death was at hand, she calmly stood up [another accomplishment, as she had been so weak from her fast that she hadn't been able to move easily around her cell] with her head down, an unknown feeling of peace pulsing through her as she exited her personal hell to face her own death.
The officer started to say something, but stopped as another figure stepped into the room, boots clanking against the tile floor. Reki looked up and, to her surprise, saw the same man that had been there three days ago standing right in front of her. A feeling that she had never experienced before to her memory came over her; as the binds were cut off of her, she instinctively reached for this man whom she had never seen any other time in her life, a personal savior of sorts, and wrapped her arms around him, holding him as tightly as she possibly could, and she began to cry once more, but this time with tears of joy...
A week later, a ship set out for America, carrying Reki and her mysterious savior to the New World. Her eyes were filled with sadness, but as she looked out over the ocean, she truly felt at peace for the first time in her life, as if she belonged here...
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<Greenwood, Indiana, U.S.A.; August 6, 2010>
The wrong place at the wrong time... May Foster felt that this pretty much summed up her life. Having turned 15 not too long ago, she always had been one with an all-too-familiar tale to tell with a slight twist: born to her mother who, at a young age, used her parents money to support herself and her illegitimate child, and her rather rich father who soon died of heart issues after May's mother became pregnant, she was soon taken away and shuffled from home to home until she ended back up in her mother's arms. After that, she waded through several marriages and divorces, as her mother's mental health deteriorated. Katheryn even turned to selling herself, but soon quit when she killed a man in self-defense.
On top of that, she also bounced from job to job, unable to hold one for very long before either getting fired or quitting. As such, May had developed many self-esteem problems that constantly agitated her, including anorexia and suicidal thoughts [though she never acted upon them]. Even so, she was a beautiful, if broken, child; 5' 4", tanned complexion, jet-black hair, and brown eyes that wished only for a calm and stable home. The only major difference between her and her mother was that her mom's eyes were a deep shade of blue.
The odd couple were also forced to move often, since Mother didn't want to drive huge distances to work because of gas prices. This also meant that May was forced to move from school to school. The only real friends she ever had a chance to make were online, where she spent hours at a time typing away her life to former friends and the few new ones that she managed to make. What she talked about was her own business, as she never talked about it with her mom. Her laptop, one of the few things her mother had bought her when she came back, had come out of what May's biological father had left when he died, leaving behind a rather large inheritance to Kathryn, and consequently her daughter. Lying in her room, alone as usual, she continued to chat away until her mother knocked softly at the door, trying to get May's attention. "Honey, can you stop for a moment? I have to talk with you."
That was never a good sign, but May complied anyway. Her mother said that every time she had bad news. Opening the door for her, May crossed the room to her bed, sitting down hard. "What is it this time, mom?" "Honey, I know how you feel about this," she began, bad news that something was going to change again, "but we're going to be moving soon." "*sigh* Again? But we just got-"
"Yes, I know, but I was fired today... I... I don't know how much longer I can stand up to this..." She began crying, as she had been so often nowadays. Her doctor said that she was suffering from some mental condition or another caused by too much stress. May held her as she did, trying to calm her own mother down. "What's wrong with me, May? Why is this happening to me?" "Mom, why can't you just use dad's money? There's more than we'll ever use, and even if-" "No... i- I can't do that... I know what it's like not to have any money at all, and I never want to go there ever again. Besides, you have to go through school first before..." "Mom... about school..."
Looking right at her daughter, Katheryn (May's mother) saw her daughter's pain. "You dropped out, didn't you?" "Mom, I can't finish school, not when I keep getting called to the office when you break down at work! People make fun of me and... and..." "Honey, you have to get a better life than me! You know that! You can't expect-" "EXPECT WHAT!?" May yelled, tearing away from her mother's embrace. "You never use that money anyways, so why not?! Maybe YOU don't see this, but we are poor, NOW! Why can't we use just a little of that money, huh?! Just enough to get us out of this hellhole!" "Because I want to-" "I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!! GET OUT OF MY ROOM, NOW! I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE!! IN FACT, I WOULDN'T MIND IF I DIDN'T SEE YOU AT ALL!!"
Shocked and deeply hurt by her daughter's words, Katheryn left the room crying. May laid down on her bed and began to cry again, burying her face into her pillow...
<outside Jackson, Mississippi; August 20>
Finally arriving at their new home, May stared in awe; the house was a large and beautifully kept plantation home, painted an almost pure white with black trimmed windows, a large door sitting right in the center of four skyscraping pillars that held the overhang in place. Numerous windows, all in symmetrical locations, dotted the front, and the trimmed grass of the front yard along with the weeping willows dotted about only enhanced the majesty of this place. But there was just one question May wanted to ask: "Mom, how much did this cost?"
"Surprisingly, only about $100,000. Just so you know, I used your dad's money for this, so you'd best not go about saying that I'm hoarding cash. Apparently, this place wasn't selling too well... although the last owners fixed the place up pretty nice. It doesn't make sense, but it was the best place that I could find..." May smiled, but quickly turned as she started sneezing; yet another thing that caused her constant pain. "Honey, are you-" "Yes mom, I'm fine." Since their last fight, May had tried to cover her pain with a smile, as she usually did. Usually it didn't succeed. She hugged Katheryn, saying “Thank you...”
Opening the front door, Kath walked through and began buzzing around the house, while May continued looking around the old house. Floorboards creaked under her feet as she slowly walked, taking in all the breath-stealing sights. Some of the furniture was gone or too decrepit to use, but that would be taken care of later. Wandering upstairs, she met her mom who showed her around from room to room, talking excitedly; May wasn't listening anyway as she turned up the volume on her raggedy CD player, letting herself drift away into her own fantasy for the time being. She never had much interest in history anyways, and she didn't plan on developing one any time soon.
Out of the corner of her eye, something caught her attention; one of the doors which her mother hadn't been in was cracked open slightly; unable to resist the temptation, she slid away from her mother and over to the doorway, opening it. What she found was an elegant bedroom behind it, although it was also complete with cobwebs and plenty of dust. Brushing away the old strings of dust, she came upon the bed; beautifully handcrafted shafts adorned it, holding up an oriental canopy.
Carefully pulling back the white covering, her breath was taken away by the incredibly detailed and colorful top cloth, depicting a Chinese dragon snaking it's way across the silk sheet. The pillows were a pure red, almost disappearing into the bed itself. Sitting down carefully on the bed, she then realized just how hard it was; it wasn't a mattress, but instead a futon or something of the like. As her curiosity got the better of her, she laid down the rest of the way, feeling like an Asian empress in her palace bedroom...
All thoughts were interrupted when her favorite song started becoming staticy and jumpy. Annoyed at having her fantasy broken, she pulled the player out and knocked it a few times, but suddenly stopped; she saw where the batteries were, which was now just an empty spot, but the player kept going... May searched her pockets, but couldn't find any batteries. Still very curious about the whole thing, she bounced off the bed and began searching the room. Abruptly, as she was reaching down to search the floor, she felt the room get very cold, almost freezing. However...
Through her earphones and all the static, she heard a faint voice. She couldn't understand it at all, but it didn't sound like her mother... Pulling them off, she began to hear it louder, the hair on the back of her neck beginning to stand up. Though she couldn't understand it, she continued looking around. "Mooooom! If this is some kind of joke, then I'm not-"
'Help...me...'
The voice, it was much stronger now... and it was also coming from directly behind May. Frozen in pure terror, she couldn't move for the longest time. Finally mustering up the courage to take another step, she stopped again...
'Help... me...'
Her breathing becoming shallow, her heart racing, May slowly turned around to face a figure standing about 10 feet away, her black hair covering her eyes and all of it's face and some of her midsection, right down to the bottom of it's chest. What wasn't covered was the odd, tight-fitting dress that covered her down to her legs, covered in some sort of pattern that May couldn't quite make out. But what stood out the most were the thick ropes, which hung from it's wrist and ankles; they were cut at a certain length, but each one was different, as if they'd snapped off on their own... Altogether, the appearance was both frightening and almost ugly. Taking a tentative step back, May watched in horror as the young woman [the hair flowed outwards around the chest, which indicated that she was either mid-teens or already an adult when she died] lifted an open palm to May...
'Help me... free... me...'
In an action that was not like her, May screamed and ran through the doorway, shutting it behind her. Her body felt clammy as sweat dripped form her forehead and her eyes pulsated, trying desperately trying to focus on something as she stopped for a moment to breath. Still feeling the cold around her, she took off and ran right into her mother, knocking her down along with the boxes of clothes that she was carrying. In total shock, Katheryn stated "Now just what has gotten into you young lady!? Running around and-" May cut in, whimpering like a frightened child "mommy... please help..." May never said those words together. If she wanted something or was having trouble, she would ask someone else to give her a hand. But...
But only in the worst times... "Sweety, if you could, would you get off me and tell me what's wrong?" Shaking uncontrollably, May stuttered "There's... something wrong... something wrong with- with this house... someone else got in before us..." "Honey, please get off me and stop whimpering. There's no one else here but us-" "OH YEAH?!" May questioned defiantly, finally letting go of her mother and hastily helping her up. "What is with you all of a sudden?" "Come on! I'll show you what I mean!" May said, pulling her mom towards the mysterious door.
But when she got to where it was before, there was only another plain white wall. "Wha.. but I... it was... how-" Katheryn sighed, gently pulling herself free and putting her hands onto May's shoulders. "May Anthony, you have an active imagination child. But to do something like this... what are you thinking?" "But I... it was just here!! Where's the door?" "There is no door there girl. Now get a grip on yourself and get your stuff unpacked. School starts tomorrow. Ok?"
Holding her tears, May knew it was useless to try to convince her mother, and she simply nodded as her mother hugged her. "There's no reason to be afraid, even if you are in danger. I'm never going to leave you, and neither is God. You remember that, right?" "Yes mother..." "Good girl. Now go get your stuff out of the mover. We have much more to do."
For about an hour or two after that, May kept thinking about that room as she unpacked her things, her terror turning into an unnatural curiosity; she even went back down that hall several times looking for the door. Of course, it never appeared, and in her mind she dismissed it as a freak accident. Maybe she slipped and hit her head, or it was something else she had seen. But her head didn't hurt, and in her heart, the image of that young woman kept coming back... even though she was so creepy and ugly, there was some sort of beauty about her... some sort of innocence that May couldn't quite describe...
*thread open :3 anyone can join if they want; past history is optional, but if you can, it would be nice to have. I'll make profiles / discussion pages later on...*
*the settings take place both in old Japan (Nippon as its referred to in that time frame) for backstory purposes, and in modern America. this is a realistic RP, although elements of mysticism and fantasy horror will be rampant :3 most of it will be centered around the Passat Mansion, where the main characters from both time periods end up. no exact direction for this, just want to see where it all goes :3*
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<Nippon, 1894>
Reki had been a reject all her life. Abandoned by her parents at a young age, she was forced to live on the streets for much of her childhood, and harbored much anger during that time against almost everyone; everyone except an old woman who lived down the corner who would feed her almost every day. But even that didn't last forever, as eventually the old woman died and he house was sold off. Reki was once more alone.
She never had many friends; the ones she did have either used her to get money for themselves, or she was the only one who considered them friends. Not that she was ugly; no, quite the opposite was true. Even at a young age, behind the dirt and grime of her broken life and body, she was truly beautiful, with thick black hair and fair skin, and her eyes... her emerald eyes sparked even in her constant hopelessness. But few saw this beauty in her, and those who did sought to use it to their advantage. Once more, her hatred continued to grow and thrive deep within her.
One day, near her 16th birthday, she snapped. One of the regular "clients", a fairly powerful man with a reputation for beating women without reason, took her home one day and, after finishing his business, fell into a deep sleep. Beaten and tired, clothed only in an dirty old kimono that reeked of slight amounts of blood and other body fluids, holding yet another fracture on her right arm, Reki saw her chance to escape. It wasn't the first time she had done so; many times before she had attempted to get away and succeeded, earning herself another beating but freedom in the end. But this time, things were different. Quietly slipping out the door, she tried to make her way downstairs, but frightened a servant on the way down, awakening the master. Furious and drunk, he caught her in the kitchen and began beating her once more.
Reki desperately tried to break free, but the man had her in a death grip. Her fright and hatred mixed, twisting into full-blown anger; she grasped a knife that had fallen off the nearby counter top and plunged it right into the master's heart as he was bringing down his fist, killing him within seconds with a surprised look on his face. However, her rage blinded her, and she continued attacking him even as he slumped over onto the floor, turned over as the servant came in. Frightened herself and covered in blood, Reki turned to look at the servant girl, who screamed as Reki's bloodlust reached a peak... The young woman fell to the floor as guards came into the room, Reki on top of the girl, knife in hand, about to bring down the second stroke when she was hauled off the still-breathing young lady, carted away by force as blood ran all around her...
Several days later, as she sat alone, locked away in the town's jail, facing death by hanging, Reki continued to cry, curled up and shaking violently, having not eaten anything in several days, still wearing the blood-stained kimono that she had murdered the cruel man and attempted to kill the young girl in, clutching the same broken arm, which had been set badly by the prison doctor; that seemed like punishment enough. Every night she tried to go to sleep, she awoke screaming, nightmares wracking her mind left and right. On this particular day, a police officer entered the room, standing in front of her cell; next to him, a tall young man, maybe mid-20's with prematurely white hair and dark green eyes, a kind face and skin that seemed to weather his figures before they had time to mature. He was beautiful in her eyes, even as he held a cane to steady himself on his right side
The officer spoke to him in a language that Reki could not figure out, but she quickly made out several words that the officer seemed to deliberately speak in Japanese: "Are you sure you want to free this wench?" The man, surprisingly, responded almost immediately "Yes. What is such a child doing in a horrible place like this?" "Child?! She murdered the town's mayor. Even if he was a drunk b******, he still ran the town." "Well, whatever price is, I'm sure the child had a reason for such an action." The officer laughed. "The bail price is set at 10,000 yen. I doubt even you-" "Then it is a deal."
The cop almost choked when he heard that. "Your willing to pay to release this invalid?! You must be insane! There's only one other person who has a bond higher than her, and he-" "Then how much do you want me to pay? If that is all, then I believe I must be going back to my hotel." The officer laughed nervously, then tried to convince the man that it was impossible to let her go. However, the man insisted upon it. "If you wish, you can take up the matter with my manager. My room number is 121. I believe this concludes our business for today." The man turned from the stunned policeman and walked out of the room.
Reki couldn't understand what was going on. 'Am I being released', she thought to herself. Trying to shake the thoughts from her head, she soon left that memory behind, and finally stopped crying, letting herself sleep for the first time in what seemed like an eternity...
A day passed, then two days. Reki, with some delusion of hope resting in the back of her mind, forced herself to eat even if she didn't feel like it, gaining her strength back as she did. After three more days, the officer returned. He hadn't set foot in front of her at any time during the three days until now. Unlocking the door, he ushered Reki out. Feeling that her death was at hand, she calmly stood up [another accomplishment, as she had been so weak from her fast that she hadn't been able to move easily around her cell] with her head down, an unknown feeling of peace pulsing through her as she exited her personal hell to face her own death.
The officer started to say something, but stopped as another figure stepped into the room, boots clanking against the tile floor. Reki looked up and, to her surprise, saw the same man that had been there three days ago standing right in front of her. A feeling that she had never experienced before to her memory came over her; as the binds were cut off of her, she instinctively reached for this man whom she had never seen any other time in her life, a personal savior of sorts, and wrapped her arms around him, holding him as tightly as she possibly could, and she began to cry once more, but this time with tears of joy...
A week later, a ship set out for America, carrying Reki and her mysterious savior to the New World. Her eyes were filled with sadness, but as she looked out over the ocean, she truly felt at peace for the first time in her life, as if she belonged here...
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<Greenwood, Indiana, U.S.A.; August 6, 2010>
The wrong place at the wrong time... May Foster felt that this pretty much summed up her life. Having turned 15 not too long ago, she always had been one with an all-too-familiar tale to tell with a slight twist: born to her mother who, at a young age, used her parents money to support herself and her illegitimate child, and her rather rich father who soon died of heart issues after May's mother became pregnant, she was soon taken away and shuffled from home to home until she ended back up in her mother's arms. After that, she waded through several marriages and divorces, as her mother's mental health deteriorated. Katheryn even turned to selling herself, but soon quit when she killed a man in self-defense.
On top of that, she also bounced from job to job, unable to hold one for very long before either getting fired or quitting. As such, May had developed many self-esteem problems that constantly agitated her, including anorexia and suicidal thoughts [though she never acted upon them]. Even so, she was a beautiful, if broken, child; 5' 4", tanned complexion, jet-black hair, and brown eyes that wished only for a calm and stable home. The only major difference between her and her mother was that her mom's eyes were a deep shade of blue.
The odd couple were also forced to move often, since Mother didn't want to drive huge distances to work because of gas prices. This also meant that May was forced to move from school to school. The only real friends she ever had a chance to make were online, where she spent hours at a time typing away her life to former friends and the few new ones that she managed to make. What she talked about was her own business, as she never talked about it with her mom. Her laptop, one of the few things her mother had bought her when she came back, had come out of what May's biological father had left when he died, leaving behind a rather large inheritance to Kathryn, and consequently her daughter. Lying in her room, alone as usual, she continued to chat away until her mother knocked softly at the door, trying to get May's attention. "Honey, can you stop for a moment? I have to talk with you."
That was never a good sign, but May complied anyway. Her mother said that every time she had bad news. Opening the door for her, May crossed the room to her bed, sitting down hard. "What is it this time, mom?" "Honey, I know how you feel about this," she began, bad news that something was going to change again, "but we're going to be moving soon." "*sigh* Again? But we just got-"
"Yes, I know, but I was fired today... I... I don't know how much longer I can stand up to this..." She began crying, as she had been so often nowadays. Her doctor said that she was suffering from some mental condition or another caused by too much stress. May held her as she did, trying to calm her own mother down. "What's wrong with me, May? Why is this happening to me?" "Mom, why can't you just use dad's money? There's more than we'll ever use, and even if-" "No... i- I can't do that... I know what it's like not to have any money at all, and I never want to go there ever again. Besides, you have to go through school first before..." "Mom... about school..."
Looking right at her daughter, Katheryn (May's mother) saw her daughter's pain. "You dropped out, didn't you?" "Mom, I can't finish school, not when I keep getting called to the office when you break down at work! People make fun of me and... and..." "Honey, you have to get a better life than me! You know that! You can't expect-" "EXPECT WHAT!?" May yelled, tearing away from her mother's embrace. "You never use that money anyways, so why not?! Maybe YOU don't see this, but we are poor, NOW! Why can't we use just a little of that money, huh?! Just enough to get us out of this hellhole!" "Because I want to-" "I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!! GET OUT OF MY ROOM, NOW! I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE!! IN FACT, I WOULDN'T MIND IF I DIDN'T SEE YOU AT ALL!!"
Shocked and deeply hurt by her daughter's words, Katheryn left the room crying. May laid down on her bed and began to cry again, burying her face into her pillow...
<outside Jackson, Mississippi; August 20>
Finally arriving at their new home, May stared in awe; the house was a large and beautifully kept plantation home, painted an almost pure white with black trimmed windows, a large door sitting right in the center of four skyscraping pillars that held the overhang in place. Numerous windows, all in symmetrical locations, dotted the front, and the trimmed grass of the front yard along with the weeping willows dotted about only enhanced the majesty of this place. But there was just one question May wanted to ask: "Mom, how much did this cost?"
"Surprisingly, only about $100,000. Just so you know, I used your dad's money for this, so you'd best not go about saying that I'm hoarding cash. Apparently, this place wasn't selling too well... although the last owners fixed the place up pretty nice. It doesn't make sense, but it was the best place that I could find..." May smiled, but quickly turned as she started sneezing; yet another thing that caused her constant pain. "Honey, are you-" "Yes mom, I'm fine." Since their last fight, May had tried to cover her pain with a smile, as she usually did. Usually it didn't succeed. She hugged Katheryn, saying “Thank you...”
Opening the front door, Kath walked through and began buzzing around the house, while May continued looking around the old house. Floorboards creaked under her feet as she slowly walked, taking in all the breath-stealing sights. Some of the furniture was gone or too decrepit to use, but that would be taken care of later. Wandering upstairs, she met her mom who showed her around from room to room, talking excitedly; May wasn't listening anyway as she turned up the volume on her raggedy CD player, letting herself drift away into her own fantasy for the time being. She never had much interest in history anyways, and she didn't plan on developing one any time soon.
Out of the corner of her eye, something caught her attention; one of the doors which her mother hadn't been in was cracked open slightly; unable to resist the temptation, she slid away from her mother and over to the doorway, opening it. What she found was an elegant bedroom behind it, although it was also complete with cobwebs and plenty of dust. Brushing away the old strings of dust, she came upon the bed; beautifully handcrafted shafts adorned it, holding up an oriental canopy.
Carefully pulling back the white covering, her breath was taken away by the incredibly detailed and colorful top cloth, depicting a Chinese dragon snaking it's way across the silk sheet. The pillows were a pure red, almost disappearing into the bed itself. Sitting down carefully on the bed, she then realized just how hard it was; it wasn't a mattress, but instead a futon or something of the like. As her curiosity got the better of her, she laid down the rest of the way, feeling like an Asian empress in her palace bedroom...
All thoughts were interrupted when her favorite song started becoming staticy and jumpy. Annoyed at having her fantasy broken, she pulled the player out and knocked it a few times, but suddenly stopped; she saw where the batteries were, which was now just an empty spot, but the player kept going... May searched her pockets, but couldn't find any batteries. Still very curious about the whole thing, she bounced off the bed and began searching the room. Abruptly, as she was reaching down to search the floor, she felt the room get very cold, almost freezing. However...
Through her earphones and all the static, she heard a faint voice. She couldn't understand it at all, but it didn't sound like her mother... Pulling them off, she began to hear it louder, the hair on the back of her neck beginning to stand up. Though she couldn't understand it, she continued looking around. "Mooooom! If this is some kind of joke, then I'm not-"
'Help...me...'
The voice, it was much stronger now... and it was also coming from directly behind May. Frozen in pure terror, she couldn't move for the longest time. Finally mustering up the courage to take another step, she stopped again...
'Help... me...'
Her breathing becoming shallow, her heart racing, May slowly turned around to face a figure standing about 10 feet away, her black hair covering her eyes and all of it's face and some of her midsection, right down to the bottom of it's chest. What wasn't covered was the odd, tight-fitting dress that covered her down to her legs, covered in some sort of pattern that May couldn't quite make out. But what stood out the most were the thick ropes, which hung from it's wrist and ankles; they were cut at a certain length, but each one was different, as if they'd snapped off on their own... Altogether, the appearance was both frightening and almost ugly. Taking a tentative step back, May watched in horror as the young woman [the hair flowed outwards around the chest, which indicated that she was either mid-teens or already an adult when she died] lifted an open palm to May...
'Help me... free... me...'
In an action that was not like her, May screamed and ran through the doorway, shutting it behind her. Her body felt clammy as sweat dripped form her forehead and her eyes pulsated, trying desperately trying to focus on something as she stopped for a moment to breath. Still feeling the cold around her, she took off and ran right into her mother, knocking her down along with the boxes of clothes that she was carrying. In total shock, Katheryn stated "Now just what has gotten into you young lady!? Running around and-" May cut in, whimpering like a frightened child "mommy... please help..." May never said those words together. If she wanted something or was having trouble, she would ask someone else to give her a hand. But...
But only in the worst times... "Sweety, if you could, would you get off me and tell me what's wrong?" Shaking uncontrollably, May stuttered "There's... something wrong... something wrong with- with this house... someone else got in before us..." "Honey, please get off me and stop whimpering. There's no one else here but us-" "OH YEAH?!" May questioned defiantly, finally letting go of her mother and hastily helping her up. "What is with you all of a sudden?" "Come on! I'll show you what I mean!" May said, pulling her mom towards the mysterious door.
But when she got to where it was before, there was only another plain white wall. "Wha.. but I... it was... how-" Katheryn sighed, gently pulling herself free and putting her hands onto May's shoulders. "May Anthony, you have an active imagination child. But to do something like this... what are you thinking?" "But I... it was just here!! Where's the door?" "There is no door there girl. Now get a grip on yourself and get your stuff unpacked. School starts tomorrow. Ok?"
Holding her tears, May knew it was useless to try to convince her mother, and she simply nodded as her mother hugged her. "There's no reason to be afraid, even if you are in danger. I'm never going to leave you, and neither is God. You remember that, right?" "Yes mother..." "Good girl. Now go get your stuff out of the mover. We have much more to do."
For about an hour or two after that, May kept thinking about that room as she unpacked her things, her terror turning into an unnatural curiosity; she even went back down that hall several times looking for the door. Of course, it never appeared, and in her mind she dismissed it as a freak accident. Maybe she slipped and hit her head, or it was something else she had seen. But her head didn't hurt, and in her heart, the image of that young woman kept coming back... even though she was so creepy and ugly, there was some sort of beauty about her... some sort of innocence that May couldn't quite describe...
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