Haunted houses weren’t supposed to exist right? They were just supposed to be a thing of old horror movies and novels, used to scare children, telling them to listen to their parents. This should have been the case, however one 118 Apple Street laid a house that was at one time inhabited by an old lady and her collection of porcelain ponies. She was a happy old lady named Ms Eleanor Fern who had an elegant 3 story house with antiques everywhere to reflect a time long forgotten. Her front yard was overgrown with weeds and she had cats everywhere, but she lived a happy and content existence. When she passed, while most neighbors were sad, money grubbing young couple named Ariel and Percy, gleefully bought the house and decided to turn it into a bed and breakfast, showing off the houses historic value to others.

It was at this point, where very strange things began to happen to the customers at the Bed And Breakfast. They started complaining about the inability to sleep and swearing up and down that there were children in the household. While Ariel and Percy insisted it was impossible that there were not only no children in the house but they did quite a sure that Ms Eleanor had no long lost grandchildren on her file that could possibly living in the house. So they kept the place open as a Bed and Breakfast and one of the most haunted Bed and Breakfasts in the New York State.

Soon however, the things happening in the Bed and Breakfast went from childish giggles and objects moving to horrifying images the guests thought only to exist in their deepest nightmares. Slowly but surely, people began to stop coming to the Bed and Breakfast in fear for their lives. Becoming fed up with everything Ariel and Percy decided to exorcise the spirits themselves with the help of a local priest, experienced in the art of exorcisms.

Nothing was heard from the couple for days until a unfortunate neighbor decided to peer in through the window and came upon a horrifying sight. Ariel, Percy and the Priest all lying in a circle, dead. This of course made the news and upon being asked of the cause of death the Medical Examiner stated that Ariel had thousands of rattle snake bites, Percy was drowned and the Priest was burned alive. When the police examined the house they found no signs that anything could have occurred than could have caused these strange and unusual deaths.

Now, the house of Ms Eleanor Fern was deserted, no one ever leaving the house, alive anyways. There had been cases of foolhardy teenagers trying to best the ‘demons’ that lay in wait in the house but none came out of it alive. Sometimes though, when a poor soul was dared to walk by the house they would hear a little girls laughter, so childlike and gleeful and yet bordering on the brink of madness.

The former neighbors of Ms Fern wished that some one some where would get rid of the beings that haunted the old decrepit house. What they didn’t know however was that people were coming to try to aide the neighborhood whether they were just a foolhardy heroes just looking to make a name for themselves or a fallen hero looking for redemption was inconsequential, they just wanted to make their street safe again.

Meanwhile, inside of the house two distinctive voices echoed through the old hallways, one of a man and one of a woman. The house seemed to be well taken care of despite the fact that no one was supposed to live their. It could have been guessed that dear Ariel and Percy may have been wrong about their being no one living in the house with Ms Fern.

“It seems more people are going to try to stop us dear brother.” The female voice sighed, sounding exasperated. “Have they not learned from their past mistakes?”

“It would seem not dear sister. We will just have to play with them wont us?” The males voice replied, a chuckle escaping his lips when he heard his sisters gleeful gasp.

“Oh, Oh Can we keep one this time? You know how much I love having pets.” She pleaded, her voice dipping dangerously low and becoming rather menacing. “I love the way pets squirm when we make their nightmares last a long time do you?”

A low chuckle escaped the male’s throat again, it echoing throughout the entire house. “Only if you promise to share this time, I hardly got to touch the last one before you tired them out.”

“Alright, I will promise to share this time only if you promise to make some pudding for diner tonight, you promised me we would have pudding.” The girl told him, irritation in her voice.

“I promise, now come now lets go play a few games of our own before our guests arrive.”

“Goody! I love games”

“I know you do my dear, I know you do.”

It didn't take much to search for creepy places in New York. It took two minutes to find the likeliest spot and to mapquest directions (that she ended up leaving in her room anyway) from the Mansion to the abandoned house that was supposed to be one of the most haunted areas in the entire state. It took even less time for Twyla Ashby to decide that she was going to this abandoned Bed and Breakfast--she was on a mission. A mission that was supposed to be solo and that was very, very personal. Twyla Ashby considered herself a coward--worse than a coward. In her mind she became reduced to a puddle every time something scary happened. Of course, her version of 'scary' was giant clay monsters and who isn't reduced to a puddle when one meets one of those? Heroes didn't.

Twyla Ashby wanted to be a hero.

It was foolish--beyond foolish. Running off without telling anyone where you were going in order to spend a night in a haunted building was one of the dumbest things the girl had done in a while. But she did it. No note, nothing. Just packed up and left in order to go on some crazy trip that was supposed to rid her of her fear.

Wasn't some fear supposed to be healthy?

The bus trip hadn't taken very long, seeing as the girl had a lot of experience entertaining herself on bus rides. But driving through the town that held the Bed and Breakfast took what seemed like an eternity that ended all too soon. That house emitted major creeper vibes. Major. Maybe during the day it looked a bit nicer and less...evil, but Twyla doubted it as she hoped off the bus in her winter coat with a small backpack slung across her shoulder.

"Alright, here we go..." It was too late to turn back now, the bus was already barreling down the street. "You've got to do this, Twyla, prove you're strong..." The girl talked herself into walking halfway up the porch steps before she paused. "This is going to help you..."Her voice started to shake. "So long as you watch the house for a while." In a flash she was down the steps and walking in the other direction. "No, no. There is no way I'm doing that...No freaking way--" She stopped walking again and turned on heel, back towards the creepy house. "I'm not not doing this. I have to. It's the only way I'll beat my--Nightmares don't sound like fun right now. This place'll probably make them worse." The girl was torn between her desire to face her fears and her fears themselves.

"There's nothing to fear but fear itself--besides, I don't believe in ghosts anyway...and I've got a flashlight...And really I can't stand out here talking to myself like a crazy person." With a determined look on her face the girl marched up the steps and twisted the rusty knob. "I thought the talking was justified." Pausing she added. "I think that just crossed the line..." The girl stopped talking as she crossed the threshold into the Creeper House.

There is no such thing as ghosts.

Susan knew that. She was also aware of the fact that what people labeled as 'ghosts' could have been a whole variety of things, beings and phenomena, most of them with completely reasonable scientific explanations behind them.
Like people being able to change eye colors and smell sounds.
Not witchcraft. Genetics.

That was the main reason why Susan Hyde a.k.a. Witch never understood teenagers who spent the night in 'haunted' places just for kicks. Unreasonable fear as such was not her thing. Curiosity, on the other hand, was what made the world of science go around.
There had been a lot of talk about 118 Apple Street lately. It was all over the news earlier, and it soon became the favorie spot of people looking for an adrenaline rush.
Most of them got way more than they bargained for.

Susan saw the whole trip as one simple science project. If there was something in that house, be it a ghost or something more realistic, she would be the one to sense it. It was not heroics, or a stupid bet, or anything of the sort. She just statistically had the most chance to discover something that fools people's senses. Because she had way more than five of them.

Why the Candy Sweet Guy wanted to tag along, she had no idea. She was good with science, but, as one person had put it not so long ago, her people skills sucked butt. Juka didn't seem like the type that has a thing for logic and science; he seemed like the type who was interested in the ghosts. At best. But Susan, for once, didn't mind the company, as long as he knew when to shut up.

The house looked haunted, it smelled haunted, even the silence around it was bordering on horror movie cliché. Susan smirked as she walked up to the door, and stopped; it was not closed.
For a moment she considered turning around and going home - there was no use going in when someone else already did. Screaming and giggling teenagers could ruin any science project, she knew that for a fact.
Then again, it was easy to scare them away from a house like this too.
Susan smirked as she pushed the door open, and walked in. No sign of teenagers. Must be cowering under a bed already.
"All right." she said to the House itself, hands on her hips as she looked around "Bring it."

It seemed like everyone was talking about the creepy haunted mansion on a quiet street in New York. Everyone, that is, who was at the club that Juka had decided to frequent the previous night. There he had found a pair of beautiful young women (long lost fans to be sure) who, in addition to being positively enthralled with Juka (who wouldn't be?) also had a rather interesting story to tell about a haunted mansion. As amazing as the night had been, and it had been far too long since Juka had spent any intimate time with anyone aside from his Prince Venus, he simply couldn't get the story out of his head.

Now, Juka didn't believe in ghosts, not really. What he did believe in were mutants with powers that might appear to be ghost-like. He also believed in adventure and anything that might cure his perpetual case of boredom. A supposedly haunted mansion seemed to take care of his boredom problem with a healthy dose of adventure to go right along with it. Perhaps he might even meet an interesting mutant at the end of his trek. Or something more mysterious, who knew? Certainly not Juka but there was only one way to find out and that was to go right to the source of the mystery.

Juka wasn't entirely sure what interest Susan had in the haunted mansion, but when he had announced his intent to go visit (rather loudly of course) she had nearly jumped at the chance. OK, so maybe jumped was a bit of an exaggeration, but she was the only one to express any sort of interest and everyone knew an adventure was best shared with a friend, so he agreed to let her tag along. Even if friend was, perhaps, a bit of an exaggeration of their relationship seeing as how he barely knew her and she seemed a little cold towards him and everyone esle for that matter. Still, that wasn't the point. She was coming on his adventure.

Seeing as how this was an adventure to a supposedly haunted Mansion, Juka decided that anvils might be a little unwieldy to bring along. Bricks, however, might be more size appropriate. And so, before going, he found 4 sturdy bricks, just in case they were needed. Bricks, of course, wouldn't do much against ghosts but they might do a lot against ghost projecting mutants. Or whatever the cause turned out to be.

Juka's first impression of the mansion was certainly not one of disappointment. It definitely looked old and creepy, and everyone knew that haunted mansions had to be old and creepy. And look, the door was even open. He felt a thrill of anticipation as he followed Susan inside.

Of all the stupid things that girl could have done.

If Gawain didn't have a major crush on Twyla, he might have wanted to strangle her for this.
He didn't believe in ghosts. He believed in many things, but spirits of the dead were not one of them. Funny, because he happened to know someone personally who could see dead people, and friggin' talk to them too.
Still. Something was telling Gawain the mystery of 118 Apple Street had nothing to do with ghosts.
Which would have been a comforting thought, except for the fact that people were friggin' dying in there in all kinds of ugly ways, and Miss Bubblegum just had to be a child and go in there alone.
******.

(She was also child enough to leave her browsing on the library computer screen. It didn't take a genius to figure out the rest.)

When you are walking into a live horror movie, the person you want to watch your back is a certain werewolf named Emerald. There was no question about that. It took Gawain about five mintues to wake the wolf girl by banging on her door, and in another ten they were tearing down the road towards 118 Apple Street.
You could always count on Emmy when it came to reckless and dangerous adventures.

To keep his mind off the fact that he was sitting on a bike and Emerald was driving (scarier than any haunted house can possibly get), Gawain wondered why Twyla couldn't pick a normal hobby like the other Mansion girls. One would think that after taking on Chtulhu not so long ago one would not wish for thrills. Ever. Again.

Getting off the bike in front of the house, Gawain could see the front door was half open. Strangely enough, it didn't comfort him at all.

"Anyone who jumps at me wrapped in a sheet 's gonna get kicked in the mouth" the young knight muttered to himself, walking up to the door "Let's get Twyla and go home, Emmy. This place is givin' me the creeps."

Raina gave a yawn as she looked up at the building. It didn't look very creepy. She'd been sent here on official mansion business. A mutant presence had been picked up at the house where everyone thought they were seeing Ghosts. Raina's bet was that it was nothing more than a scared mutant with the ability to create illusions.

She brought the usual stuff with her, a bag slung over her back containing her cell phone, a small first aid kit, a map of the mansion, and a brochure for the prospective mutant. Because, well given the evidence Raina really did believe it was a mutant.

She wasnt nervous at all. She'd been dealing with young mutants her whole life. Too bad she didn't know there was a pair waiting for her... or what their powers could do. No, Raina thought this would be quick, easy, in and out. Nothing dangerous, nothing scary.

Or so she told herself as she crossed the front porch into the bed and breakfast.

(Did A little God Modding in this post assuming everyone had gone into some room of the house, you guys can say where, I don’t care I just didn’t want everyone standing in the doorway.)


When Mirror had first come to her room, Emerald had almost thrown the mirror walker out immediately for waking her up. The werewolf had been out all night previously and though Gawain didn’t know that, she was still quite irritated at the male. However, when she was told why she was being woke up the first place, her eyes widened slightly. She cursed her new friend inwardly for going off and doing something so reckless without any previous combat training or at least with out an escort. Not only would this but she be damned in hell if she would let some kind of creepy spook get near her buddy.

While Emerald drove as quickly to the house as she could her mind went through several questions. Most of which were questioning why In the world Twyla would want to go to a place like that in the first place. Em had decided to ask the girl when she saw her again and as they pulled up to the house, it became very apparent to her that Twyla had been their, her scent rather distinctive in comparison to some of the other ones.

As she walked next to Gawain into the house Emerald nodded a little, trying memorize each scent she was catching. “Yeah, that’s the plan. I don’t think we are the only ones here though.” Emerald told Gawain, a low growl escaping her throat.




As the people investigated their humble abode, the two ‘ghosts’ started to laugh, one laugh was a higher pitched girlish laugh while the other a deep chuckle. Both Laughs were in unison and both laughs echoed throughout the entire house, making it known to the adventurous people that they were defiantly not alone. The laughs continued as all the doors and all the windows leading out of the house slammed shut and seemingly welded themselves in place making it impossible to escape.

“New guests have arrived” The Males voice started

“New pawns to our game.” The females voice continued

“Will they be different?” The Male questioned

“Or will they be the same?” The Female replied

After the little insight into the voices, crazed and delusional minds, the lights in the house flickered on, making the fairly clean and well kept antique furniture visible to everyone in the house. What the heroes did not know however is that they were now being hunted by things they would not normally expect and the hunters were rather hungry. In whatever room they were in, wherever they were at something appeared, seemingly out of nowhere behind them. It would seem that the bait set up by the two twins, had been taken and they were more than eager to play with their new toys.

“Time to play.” The females voice called out, giggling like a small child. “I just love it when a plan all comes together.”





Once the two started Talking, Emerald Lupin was not exactly pleased with this new revelation. The two taunting voices of man and the woman sent a few chills down her spine when she thought of the last person who talked to her like that. She and Gawain had wandered into the living room to try to see if they could find out where Twyla had been and if Em could catch her scent, now he wolf girl had become more frantic to find Twyla and to get the hell out of this place.

The last thing she wanted was for anyone to deal with some crazy ass murderers. Then, Emerald heard a low growling behind her. Luckily she had been the one taking up the back, just in case if anyone tried to sneak up on them, she a more likely chance of tuning around. A very…dead scent entered her nose and she wrinkled it in disgust. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath just before she turned around only to come face to face with a Raptor, Jurassic Park Style, though this one seemed a little bigger and more vicious looking than its movie counter part. The werewolf watched its yellow eyes stare at her hungerilly, drool spashing onto the floor as it approached her. Now, most logical people would scream and run from a giant dinosaur, moving dangerously fast towards them.

But everyone knows Emerald Lupin was never a logical person.

“Well I never thought I would get to say this seriously but,” Emerald took a step towards the creature, who looked a little taken a back now that its prey was seemingly going to fight it. It was at that moment the raptor lunged at the wolf girl and the wolf girl took this chance to duck, and upper cut it in the face making its head sail off its body like a cork shooting out of a wine bottle. Though Clearly surprised, the wolf girl was pleased with herself, making her smile “You’re now Extinct.”

Not knowing she had so much strength Emerald couldn’t help but be a little suspicious as to why its body was still standing up, or why there was no blood spewing out of its body, she was soon answered however when another head grew onto the place where it was previously. The wolf girls eyes widened, taking a step back as its claws seemed to grow twice as longs and large pointy spines grew out of its claws, making it look far more deadly. The raptor started growling hungerilly at the two teens, drool dripping out of its maw which some how grew twice as large in its regeneration.

“Hey Gawain, I think its time to go.” Emerald told her knight companion very calmly, just before she took off, hoping the knight would follow suit or she would end up picking him up and dragging him with her.

The Chase had begun.


(Okay, You guys can be chassed by whatever you want I just set up a raptor for Me and Gawain because I saw Jurassic Park last night. The object of this is to just run around, end up meeting up before the real nightmares begin, so when those begin I will assert post order, but for now, Run)

((OOC: Hope this is okay for being chased.))

The inside of the house was dark but Twyla had a flashlight with her and its tiny light turned on as soon as she found what she thought were stairs. If it wasn't so creepy, the house would be kinda cool--maybe it was because the girl's palms were sweating and her heart was pounding in her chest that any interesting antiques or decor was lost on her. When she reached the landing she walked down a hallway and pushed open the door at the end of the hall.

That was then she heard them.

Footsteps, coming from the floor below. She was not alone in the house. The girl stopped and stood stock still in the doorway of the bedroom she had been about to enter. Oh my God... In her sudden panic the girl flew across the room and pressed her back against the far wall, sliding down it to curl herself into a ball, her eyes never leaving the door. Soon the footsteps trailed off into another part of the house and she heard no more. Twyla was afraid to move, and when she looked down she could see that her body had taken on the colors of the wallpapered wall behind her. It was ironic how similar the scene was to that night a few years ago when she'd first discovered her powers. For a moment she imagined that the noises that she heard downstairs were those of drunk football players, come to scare her after a game of Truth or Dare?. It's just Mike and Dan, they're coming to scare me because they're jerks.

After what seemed like an eternity of crouching there the girl heard the sound of a motor barreling down the street and then suddenly it stopped. A few moments later there were more footsteps that also faded off into another part of the house. In her hiding spot the girl shivered. What the hell am I doing here? I want to go home... She waited until she couldn't hear anymore noises from below and then she ventured from her spot. The girl had decided that she needed to get out--the only door she knew of was the front one. To get downstairs she'd have to be very quiet and very slow so that her powers could keep her camouflaged. She'd also have to be very brave in order to risk facing whoever or whatever was downstairs.

Coming up with the courage took a while. Twyla was just managing to get herself out the door when the lights flashed on and she heard the laughter. She was about to run when something cold and clammy touched her shoulder. Her heart felt like it was going to explode when she turned around to see--

"Twyla." The zombie in the football jersey moaned, its other hand reaching out to grab her. The girl screamed and pulled away, sending herself stumbling out into the hallway. The rotting, maggot covered arms reached out for her again and the girl scrambled away, bunching up the carpet that ran the length of the hall in her mad haste to get away from the sickeningly familiar monster. When she managed to get to her feet she began to run down the hallway and then she tripped on the carpet.

Of all the things to do when you're running away from zombie football players.

She landed hard on her hands and knees. There was a tug on her back and soon her backpack was torn away from her. "Twyla..." Her name was moaned again after the crash that signaled the zombie tumbling backward. The girl didn't turn around, just booked down the stairs three at a time--totally forgetting the footsteps she'd heard earlier and the possible danger on the ground floor.

There were definitely more people in this house. Susan frowned. Just how many teenagers decided to show up and ruin her experiment? And what was the point in coming in hordes? Didn't that defeat the purpose of a dare?...
Susan moved on to the dining room and then to the kitchen, letting Juka follow her or wander around, she really didn't care all that much. She didn't really need light to see - her other senses took care of that. The most logical explanation was that there was a mutant - maybe more - in the house. Experiment no. 1: search for the mutant.
The moment the two voices filled the house and the exits were sealed away, Susan could tell she'd found him. And her. Both voices had that strange unique color to them, opalescent and very prominent, that she had learned to distinguish as the signature of the X gene. They also had an edge to them, something sharp and uneven, like broken glass. Or something else, twisted till it broke.
"You are mutants." she answered the voices, folding her arms over her chest "I am not impressed."
A growl answered her, low, feral and pitch black, creeping out from the far corner of the kitchen, curling tentacles like something alive. Susan's eyes snapped back to normal as she slowly backed away from the sound. Another answered the first one, just as deep and hungry, from the other corner; there was a third one, between the two. Shadows moved and Susan's eyes turned red at her command, to reveal the source of the sounds: three enormous, black hounds were moving towards her through the kitchen, claws clicking on the tiles, fangs bared.
The witch slowy took a step back, then another one; keeping her eyes on the dogs, she kept moving away and towards the door.
"Go. Away." she bared her own teeth at them. It didn't work.
"Umm. Juka?" she called out, not looking to check if the man was still around "Run."
With that, Susan twirled around and ran out of the kitchen, slamming the door shut and not looking back to see if it stopped the dogs. Howling echoed down the halls behind her, and the sound of splintering wood.
Not. Fun.

Raina stood in an empty room but something odd was going on. "|Emerald?" she was absolutely sure she could hear Emmys voice. As sure as she was that she could hear Twyla and the voices of a few others. But she could see nothing but an empty room. "Hello?" she called out. There was no response. This was the main entrance she was sure. Why did it sound like these girls were in the room with her and yet she saw nothing? It went quiet again, a few shuffled footsteps that again sounded like they were next to her, then nothing.

The room was dusty like it hadn't been touched in years. There was awful shag carpet but pretty vintage furniture. She saw in a love seat and flicked at a lamp- it did nothing. Her heart was racing a bit. She was fine when she knew she'd be in here facing some illusionist alone but the thought of Emmy who's been through so much trauma all ready, and of course the other residence of the mansion being here.... she didn't feel so confident anymore.

She rubbed her temples and looked to the door... except... the door wasn't there any more. She blinked a few times until she heard a cough. She looked up "Doctor Gray?"

Gray stared at her through black buttoned eyes. "Like that book..." her favourite childrens book yes... about the other mother with the buttoned eyes. "Are you the real Gray?"

the man reached a crooked finger in her direction and hooked it for her to follow. "Raina, you need your medicine now... come, follow." he turned to lead her into the house.

Raina never carried a gun, but it was something she was suddenly feeling the need for. Her hands sat idly next to her waist wishing they had a real weapon besides ice. She swallowed hard reminding herself this had to be an illusion... and followed the button eyed boss.

Juka had thought this would be such a good idea, going to a haunted mansion and discovering the secret of whatever it was that was haunting the place. Even when he arrived on the steps of the creepy old building, he still thought it was a good idea. What a grand adventure to be had, how truly exciting. He was even able to share this grand adventure with a friend or, if not friend exactly, then at least someone he was on friendly terms with and who also seemed interested in visiting the place. What better way could there be to spend an afternoon?

But then the doors and shutters had all slammed shut and the creepy voices had started talking and suddenly Juka wasn't thinking that this was quite such a good idea after all. Oh, he knew they weren't ghosts of course, that they were flesh and blood mutants just like him, but that didn't make them any less creepy. "Susan?" Juka looked around himself and was started to realize that, somehow, he had gotten seperated from his companion. He didn't even remember wandering away from her but, quite clearly, she was nowhere to be found. Maybe she had wondered away from hism while he wasn't paying attention? It was one of his faults, not paying attention. He upped his bubble out of reflexive apprehension.

For what seemed like the longest minute in his life Juka stood still, trying to figure out what to do next. Susan was gone so it stood to reason that he should go looking for her, right? behind him her heard a menacing growl and spun his bubble to face it. Staring back at him, he met the eyes of the largest most menacing cat he had ever seen. Its hair was patchy, its skin immaciated and rotting in places. It was its eyes, however, that were truly terrifying, seeming to be able to pierce Juka's very soul.

The zombie cat hissed and leaped and Juka decided that his would be a very good opportunity to begin running. Or, floating, as it were. He commanded his bubble through the only exit to the room, the undead feline following close behind.

All right, so the place might not be haunted, but it was definitely creepy. Besides, mere ghosts have to work real hard to get as scary as two invisible psycho kids in a house with the exits sealed off. Gawain turned around a couple of times, trying to spot them...
... he saw a dinosaur instead.
You gotta be friggin' kiddin' me.

>>“Well I never thought I would get to say this seriously but... You’re now Extinct.”

Emmy reacted much faster than he did, and in a very effective way. Gawain grinned at the wolf girl. "Way to go E..."
What the...?!

The raptor refuse to die. He actually looked more alive than before loosing the head.
All right, so whatever it was, it was not a live dinosaur.
Gawain was not sure if that was a plus or... very bad.

>>“Hey Gawain, I think its time to go.”

"I hear ya" the mirrorwalker answered as they turned tail and ran into the next room, with...
I sure as hell never thought I'd say it
... a raptor chasing them

There was a scream fron somewhere upstairs.
"Twyla!" Gawain stopped so suddenly the carpet gave way under him and slid forward; the knight grabbed the next doorframe with one hand and ran out into the hallway. He met Twyla at the bottom of the stairs, both of them running as full speed; when Gawain caught her the momentum spun them halfway around before they came to a halt.
"Twyla we gotta get out of here there's a... zombie?!" his eyes grew wide as he looked at the creature on the stairs "Hooooly ****!"
Grabbing Twyla by the arm he pulled her down the hall and into the next room; wherever Emmy was, she could take care of herself. Slamming the door behind them, he backed away from it (only stupid people in stupid horror movies lean against a closed door), pulling the girl with him.

"Dammit." he panted "So, Bubblegum, feelin' brave yet?..."

Twyla screamed when something or someone grabbed her at the bottom of the stairs. A second after she and whatever it was went spinning into the hall she realized who it was that was holding her. "Gawain...?" She thought out loud as he spoke her name and said something that in her fear and shock she wasn't registering. The girl let herself get pulled into another room and barely noted that the boy closed the door behind them. She just stood there, like a zombie herself, panting and staring off at nothing. He's talking. Answer him. Twyla went on autopilot, looking up at Gawain without actually seeing him. "No..."

"Twyla..." There was a moan outside of the room. The girl's eyes darted to the door and she took a step back, bumping into the boy without even thinking about it. Her hands were slick with sweat and she could feel a cool breeze make the wet hairs on the back of her neck stand up. They had ended up in some kind of study, not that Twyla noticed the walls of books or the ornate desk positioned in front of the window. She also didn't notice the antique chair with polished wood glinting from the light of the only source in the room--a large desk lamp with a green glass cover. The lamp didn't cast enough light to fill the room and the corners were full of deep shadows. No, Twyla noticed none of this, she had eyes only for the door.

"Twyla..." There were heavy footsteps and then they stopped. Twyla took another step back and turned to Gawain. "What the hell are you doing here!?" Her fear and her surprise at seeing the boy caused her tone to come out angry and that anger made her forget the healthy fear she should still have possessed.

"I think it's gone..." The fear was back, but it was soft and Twyla looked at the door again. And then she saw it. "Twyla..." It came out of nowhere from the dark corner and lunged for the girl, who landed hard on the desk, her hands flying out wildly. The monster's hands brushed her stomach and the girl screamed a long scream that didn't end until she ran out of air and coughed. Her hands scrambled across the desk, trying to get purchase so Twyla could stand up. One hand clasped around the cool glass base of the lamp. Without thinking she pulled it up and flung her arm towards the zombie with the maggoty, melting flesh. With a sickening slurp the lamp connected, shattering--leaving pieces embedded into the monster that momentarily halted its attack. The lights went out but Twyla didn't stop. Her hand came back up again to hit the monster with the jagged base of the lamp. Somehow she managed to get a leg up and Twyla kicked at the football player, causing it to stumble backward. "Gawain!?" The cry was quiet and full of panic.

“Okay Gawain we should turn up he- You aren't in front of me anymore are you? “ Emerald Lupin paused, looking around the dimly lit game room, eyes going from the pool tables to the antique pinball machine in search of her friend. When she couldn't find him, she cursed to herself for loosing track of someone who was just in front of her. Great, that meant she had to find both him and Twyla and drag their sorry hides out of this night of the living dinosaurs.

Speaking of which, a certain irritated raptor had found the wolf girl's scent and ended up following her to the game room and now stalked her, pale soulless eyes looking at her hungrily. Emerald responded to this in a once again illogical way, by running straight towards the beast just as it lunged towards her, knocking the both of them into a pile on top of each other. The creature took this chance to use its deadly claws and slash across Emerald's back, succeeding at clawing through her shirt, somehow going completely underneath her jacket and digging into her back. The werewolf groaned in pain as she felt blood start to flow out of those three long cuts on her middle back, knowing she would probably have to get bandaged up after this, but at the moment, she didn't care. She tangled on the floor with the creature, neither of the two making sufficient enough damage to defeat his or her opponent, until Emerald managed to grab hold of the creature's jaw. A satisfied smile crept across her lips as she flipped the beast over on its back, leaving its other limbs flailing while she straddled its torso.

“Stay dead this time, Dino!” Emerald growled, wrenching the beasts jaw open so far and so wide that an audible crack was heard as she ripped its jaws open. Emerald heard a roar of terror and more thrashing from the beast ensued, just before silence. The wolf girl got off the beast, smiling triumphantly as she watched it suddenly begin to disappear, leaving her baffled, to say the least. Now, instead of a huge raptor laying dead on the ground, a large dinosaur plushie laid there. It was about the size of her leg and had large knives strapped to its “paws”: Knives that just so happened to have the wolf girl's blood on it.

It was at this point, Emerald noticed the second scent in the room, and when she turned around she saw one of her captors. The first thing Emerald noticed was the shit-eating grin on her captor's face. The girl had blue eyes and long blonde hair, pulled up into two pigtails on either side of her head. She wore a black and yellow plaid skirt, a plaid vest over a bright yellow shirt, yellow and black striped arm-warmers, and no shoes. Emerald glared at the girl with anger filled eyes, causing her to laugh hysterically at the wolf girls strife. Its volume only increased when Emerald winced from the cuts on her back


“Awww, you broke our dinosaur, wolfy! Thats not very nice,” the female mocked with a grin on her face. “Oh well! At least he got to get one good hit on you before you broke him.”

The young woman cheerfully walked over to the toy, picking it up with eager hands. She placed it in her pants pocket and waved a little at the fuming werewolf.

“You and your friends are gonna be so much fun to play with, isnt that right puppy?” The girl smirked at Emeralds surprised reaction to her words, watching as the younger girl's dark blue eyes for a brief moment fill with the utmost fear. “See ya!” She waved, just before dissapearing.


Elsewhere in the house, the zombie that Twyla so eagerilly bludgeoned with the lamp disappeared without a trace, leaving the two alone in the dark. The door that was locked before swung open, oddly enough, leaving itself open for anyone to come in.

“Ahh, Little sister wont be very happy that you broke one of her toys.” The males voice echoed in the room just before the room filled with light from a candle that just so happened to appear. Unfortunately, elsewhere in the house, the others weren't nearly as lucky, for the creatures were still giving chase, hoping to herd all of them into he same room as Twyla and Gawain. Then the real fun could begin.

Emerald had managed to catch the knight's scent and had made her way to the study, pressing her hand against her back as she did so. The wolf girl was cringing in pain from the cuts, which were deeper than she originally thought, but not enough to make her bleed out. They were just bad enough to leave three new scars on her already marred back. Emerald removed her denim jacket reluctantly, glad she had worn a long sleeved shirt that covered her scars underneath it. She gazed at the two thoroughly freaked out teens as she made her way into the study, and her face became flooded with relief.

“Good, you two are alright. Glad to see that.” Emerald twisted herself the wrong way and she cringed, looking at her hand to see that it was covered with blood, just before trying to put pressure on the wound again. “So yeah, the dinosaur is dead, the people in this house are telepaths and nuts. Gawain, if you leave me alone with a dinosaur again, I'm gonna punch you in the face, and, Twyla, I'm buying you a gun.”

It was at this point Emerald leaned against one of the bookshelves, wincing in pain. She had no freaking idea how the hell they were gonna get out of this place. All she did know was that they should get out of there sooner, rather than later.

OOC: Everyone except for Raina, if you didnt notice it in my IC all the creatures are gonna try to chase you into one room so, post accordingly. Sorry if this seems sort of last minute and unplanned but the twins are kind of messing with my head a little. They are really hard to plan for, they have a mind of their own.

Raina followed around the corner but the button eyed Gray was gone. Furthermore it seemed she'd come full circle back into the room with the love seat. A clock was ticking and the instant Raina became aware of the sound it became too loud. The air was stale but warm and she sat back down on the chair and looked around the room. She was trapped.

"So this is your grand illusion?" she shouted to no one in particular not even sure if the mutant was around. "Keeping me stuck in a boring old room? Well I can beat that." she whipped out her blackberry. "It's not like I don't have work to catch up on!"

Since the creepy Gray had vanished she didn't feel scared anymore. She knew in her mind this was just a mutant, probably a teenager who needed help. It wasn't until she heard the screams of her friends again that she looked up from the phone.

She stood up thinking hard. Either Emerald was actually here, or this illusionist knew Raina well enough to mimic the voices of her friends. "This isn't going to work." she mumbled. "I know Emmy can take care of herself even if she is here!"

It was then that her floor resembled a glass bottom boat. Below her she could see Emerald and a few others. Emerald was leaning against a book case bleeding.