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Post by Alisa on Aug 14, 2012 18:58:54 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,406,bTable] | [STYLE=margin-right: 33px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #006699;]KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 250px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic; color: #F2F9F9; line-height: 17px; background-color: #006699; border-top: 1px dotted #006699; border-left: 1px solid #006699; border-bottom: 1px dotted #006699; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius: 20px; margin-top: 118px; margin-bottom: -147px; margin-right: -118px; -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg);]AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW[/style][STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; border-top: 3px solid #006699; border-left: 3px solid #006699; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; margin-bottom: 0px; width: 345px; line-height: 12px;][STYLE=float: right; padding-left: 12px; padding-bottom: 5px;] [/style]The Anderson Family's House...
Ten years ago, an entire family had been slaughtered within this very house when the father, Justin Anderson, killed his wife and children and then himself in a fit of rage. Since that day, this house had not been inhabited. It was a shame too. It was a somewhat luxurious house, three stories, spacious, five bedrooms.... Wouldn't anyone want to live here? Well, it was quite the shame that the house was now coated in layers of dust and cobwebs.
The windows were covered by wooden boards to help spare them being shattered by pesky teenagers. To be concise, no one had owned this house in a decade... however, as of recent, quite a few rumors had spread. Not only was this house deserted and quite creepy, but it was also haunted. It had become a custom of the brave teens to venture into the house to prove their courage, but very few had ever made it all the way through thanks to the homicidal ghost within.
What brave soul would next try?
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Post by Trip on Aug 14, 2012 22:41:16 GMT -7
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[/color]xxx words [/color]xxx notes [/color]xxx[/style][/style][/td][td][style=width: 250px; padding: 10 0 10 10; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify] Okay, large, creepy, abandoned house… you’re not scary at all! Heh… There were no ghosts in the house, they didn’t exist. And Dewey was going to prove it too. There was a bet of course, one he’d made with some other kids when they dared him that he wouldn’t be able to do it. Just because a house was boarded up and abandoned for ten years… and actually looked quite ominous as you got closer to it… that didn’t mean that it was haunted. Right, so… any day now, he had to get his feet moving, had to take those crucial steps closer and closer toward the building or else the others would think he’d chickened out. They were keeping their fair distance though, that is, if they even stayed to watch. Knowing them, they probably would abandon him the second he set foot inside. –Oh look, the door wasn’t even locked. That was just, uh, good fortune. As he shut the door behind himself, the whole dare thing was starting to seem more and more like a bad idea. The sun was beginning to set, making the faint streaks of light getting through the boarded up windows even scarcer. Dimmer. It was an eerie setting, to say the very very least of it. Well, this place was three stories tall. Might as well start heading for the top floor; then no one could say that he’d chickened out… Now where were those stairs. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 14, 2012 23:39:44 GMT -7
The fragile bubble of quiet surrounding the mansion was mercilessly popped by the thunder of a fast-approaching vehicle. Not but a few moments later a odd red motorcycle rose above the fading horizon, the setting sun falling behind it gloriously. It only took the two-wheeled vehicle a few seconds to clear the remaining space, skidding to a stop in front of the door.
"So this is the place, huh?" a female voice said, the figure on the bike not at all disturbed by the clouds of dust rolling in over her. The motorcycle hissed as the windscreen raised itself to allow the driver to calmly step off. As the dust cleared, Dana inspected the large house, her shades shielding her eyes from the unwanted particles. She ran her hand idly through her hair, as if inspecting fruit at the market rather than an allegedly haunted house.
"Doesn't look like much, though. Can't judge a book by its cover, I suppose," the teen mused, walking her bike to the side of the house so no one would try something stupid like steal it. "Let's see, I got my katana with me... looks like I'm good to go," Dana said, nodding to herself in satisfaction as she adjusted the guitar case on her back slightly. That done, she headed up the steps to the front door.
Knock knock!
She gave to door two sharp knocks and was about to turn the knob, when the door swung open. 'This thing's been opened already.'
"Yo, is someone there?" Dana called, entering the "haunted house" and looking around; it was getting dark out, and the shadows the falling star cast looked more freaky than ever. Just her type of adventure.
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Post by Trip on Aug 15, 2012 18:07:25 GMT -7
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[/color]xxx words [/color]xxx notes [/color]xxx[/style][/style][/td][td][style=width: 250px; padding: 10 0 10 10; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify] What was that?! There was banging. That sounded like banging. Behind him? Yep, definitely banging! He planted his hand on top of the railing and tugged along it, darting halfway up the first flight of stairs. His legs had carried him that far before Dewey planted his foot against one of the steps and twisted around. On second thought, it didn't exactly seem as though anything was following him. Huh... Empty stairway as far as his eyes could see. Dewey backtracked down the stairs he'd climbed, momentarily peeking carefully around the corner, ears perking curiously at the sound of a non-threatening voice. "Hello?"[/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 16, 2012 0:21:26 GMT -7
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Sniffing in boredom, Dana began to amble down the main hall, when she heard a timid voice call back. Looking around for the source, the girl soon spotted a youthful face cautiously poking out from around the corner. He doesn't look like a ghost... "Yo," the heiress greeted the boy, nonchalantly walking over to him. "You live here, kid? Or did you come here to explore this place?" [/style]
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Post by Trip on Aug 20, 2012 23:59:47 GMT -7
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[/color]xxx words [/color]xxx notes [/color]xxx[/style][/style][/td][td][style=width: 250px; padding: 10 0 10 10; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify] Oh. It was a real, live person. See? No crazy homicidal ghosts were hanging around in this mansion! There was hardly anything more than himself and this older girl, whoever she was. He lifted his hand, waving at her in greeting. “No, I don’t live here. I don’t think anyone does, unless you’ve seen any ghosts around?” Dewey smiled toward the end of his sentence, playing the suggestion off as more of a joke. “So I’m just looking around, proving some guys wrong in the process,” he peered around the area, curious, looking to see if he could spot anyone else tagging along with the girl. Nah, there was no one else. The two of them were alone in the old rundown house. “Actually, this place isn’t even scary. Just a little creepy though… I think mostly because it’s getting darker in here,” and considering he hadn’t brought a flashlight or anything with him, he clearly had come unprepared. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style][/center] |
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