Magical Sailor Fuku

At the end of a long street there is THE house. A lot of towns have them, that creepy run down place that a widow lived in a hundred years ago, but nobody has lived there since she died. Rumors say that it was built on an ancient Indian burial ground, and that a great evil resides there.

Nobody really believes that of course. It is just a house after all. Still, nobody wants to buy it, because what if it is haunted? What will it do to you? So it just sits there, unsold, unused, and unwanted. Usually people actually avoid the house.

But some people aren’t that superstitious. It still is rather unnerving so people just don’t go in. Until one day a few brave thrill seekers wander in…

(FYI, there are going to be several TF types, based on certain traps. I'm still finalizing my traps at this point but you may get TG, AR, etc. Based on what you do.)

Always on the look-out for a chance to make some money, Kathryn pulled up outside the house with a rumble of the black sports car's engine. The door opened, and a black high heeled shoe stepped onto the sidewalk with a tap, a long, sleek, feminine leg following it, and then another, skin showing all the way up, a couple of inches above the knees, where a black skirt hugged her thighs and her round bottom. A white blouse was tucked into it, the top few buttons left open, purposefully leaving a teasing glimpse at rather full her, while a black jacket was worn over the top of that, giving her a very profressional look. The leather strap of a purse went up over her shoulder, her pale blonde hair drawn back in a loose ponytail that went mid-way down her back.

She closed the door of the car, and it's light flashed and the keys beeped before being tossed into her purse, as she presses the tip of her finger against the bridge of a pair of thin, stylish glasses, pushing them closer to her blue eyes as she glanced up at the building, and her red-glossed lips curled into a smile.

Walking through the gate and up the path, she goes up the steps and knocks her hand against the door before then trying to force it open.

Nobody answers the door for Kathryn. However it is unlocked and swings right open. To reveal a dust covered room, with relics of a time long past. The house is rather charming, but old. There is old moldy furniture with big torn sections in the upholstery from which seemed to be spewing the old stuffing from the couches and chairs. There is a dank musty smell that seems to waft toward Kathryn that screams, "This Place Is OLD!"

Her nose wrinkles at the smell, her heels clicking along the floorboards as she walks inside and looks around. A long, thin finger reaches out, her painted red fingernail scraping across the surface of a table, sweeping the dust from it. "Hmm, I was expecting worse.... this isn't bad at all.. ", comments the young business woman as she walks a little further inside. She goes to push a little of the stuffing back into a couch cushion before deciding she'd take a look upstairs. "Hello?", she calls as she makes her way up them.

A young man stands in the doorway, apparently having arrived out of nowhere. "Oh man, another wrong way? I have to update my maps.." He looks around, scratching the back of his head. "Well, while I'm here..." He looks around the entrance.

After driving the whole way into the old house, an inspector climbs down on his pickup truck. He puts his cellphone inside his pocket as he fixes his long sleeve white shirt and ajusts his glasses as he walks inside with a clipboard. He notices the place has some people in it. He walks to the entrace and spots a boy. "What are you doing here?"

Ginny
There surprisingly, is an answer. "Hello?" Kathryn's own voice returns to her, in an echo. It doesn't seem like anyone is upstairs, but you'd better go up there to make sure.

Loid
You see an empty room full of ratty old furniture. And there is a musky scent to the old building. Although it seems kind of dingy it has a certain attractiveness to it. Like it would be a really nice house, almost mansion like if it weren't so unkept.

Jake is stomping through the woods. He had been exploring the forest bordering suburbia for most of the afternoon, and was rather bored of it. Heading out, he sees the back of an old abandoned house in front of him. He smirks.

"Hell yeah..."

He makes his way through the overgrown backyard of the house and looks for the backdoor!

At the sound of the voice, the young man turns to look at the latest arrival. "Good day, sir." He bows politely. "I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Would you have any idea what this location is?"

Gordon Milligan, paranormal investigator, pulls his equipment-loaded van up behind the manor, spying the other cars as he goes around. "What's this, people in there? I'd best hurry before they disturb something best left undisturbed!" He throws a white, many pocketed lab coat on over his casual shirt and slacks, grabs an EKG meter and heads in the back door of the house.

She seemed to have assumed already the house was empty, and doesn't look at all suprised when nobody answers. She pinches her nose to try and block out that musty smell as she walks along the hall before reaching to a door handle, giving it a twist and stepping into whatever room it was.

Loid Thanead wrote:At the sound of the voice, the young man turns to look at the latest arrival. "Good day, sir." He bows politely. "I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Would you have any idea what this location is?"

"My name's David, and this youngman is supposed to be a building scheduled for demolition. As you can see its extremly old. If you want you can wait while I finish my duties here and I'll take you back to town"

"Scheduled for demolition? That's odd..." He tilts his head curiously. "My travels rarely take me to dangerous places... Except that one time. And that other. Oh, and I guess that time counts to..." The young man trails off. "Anyway though, I would like to explore this house before it is destroyed. It seems... suitable to my purposes. Would you mind if I tagged along on your business?"

"Sure, but be careful" replies David as he goes inside. "What are you up to anyways?

Knight Errant wrote:Jake is stomping through the woods. He had been exploring the forest bordering suburbia for most of the afternoon, and was rather bored of it. Heading out, he sees the back of an old abandoned house in front of him. He smirks.

"Hell yeah..."

He makes his way through the overgrown backyard of the house and looks for the backdoor!

Lost Wanderer wrote:Gordon Milligan, paranormal investigator, pulls his equipment-loaded van up behind the manor, spying the other cars as he goes around. "What's this, people in there? I'd best hurry before they disturb something best left undisturbed!" He throws a white, many pocketed lab coat on over his casual shirt and slacks, grabs an EKG meter and heads in the back door of the house.

The backdoor is on a balcony. It's a bit of a climb to get up to that balcony but anyone could make it up there if they really tried.

Ginny wrote:She seemed to have assumed already the house was empty, and doesn't look at all suprised when nobody answers. She pinches her nose to try and block out that musty smell as she walks along the hall before reaching to a door handle, giving it a twist and stepping into whatever room it was.

It is an empty hallway. At the end of the hallway is a mirror, making it seem like it stretches on for twice as long as it really does. There are doors all along the hall.