Baby You're a Haunted House [Jim/Raph/Ceci, S/JT]

[jimbureka]

Participants: Jim Bureka (Quincy), Raphael Laurent (Fullbring), and Cecilia Vilhjálmsdóttir (Quincy). 
Location: Karakura Outskirts, Abandoned Residential Areas.
Threat Level: [NDE]

Plotline: A haunted house. A dare. Are the kids up to the challenge or will the fear get to them? Or perhaps something more sinister inside does get to them instead...
Special Conditions:

[jimbureka]

In the deserted road, her footsteps were light, her sneakers only making subtle crunch sounds as its soles rubbed against the graveled pavement. Her messy faded mint dyed hair was tucked underneath her black hood, her look giving off a juvenile vibe.

Kids were not uncommon in these parts, especially the ones that brought trouble and mischief with them. See, these parts of town, once residential neighborhoods, slowly became a deadzone. Sure, some still lived here, but the houses were far apart and isolated, left abandoned by family members who would not stay due to unexplained deaths from their loved ones in this area. Humans still could not grasp the world within their world, the monsters that lurked at night and fed on souls... but the kids believed in ghosts, superstitions and hauntings in some of the houses, especially the one in 4th street.

And Jim was standing at the edge of it.

She could feel the chill in the air, a thinly veiled mist covering the poorly lit area. She followed some hooligans here, some punk nut highschool kids (often associated with her due to similar looks) out in the middle of the night daring each other to enter the dilapidated tatami house, the biggest one, the fourth from the end of the road. Bad number. Four, or shi, was death. And the atmosphere reeked of it.

She wouldn't have bothered to follow the kids here on any other given day, but there she was, and the kids disappeared from her line of sight.

Her eyes now a dark blue green, her usual neutral expression turned wary, alert. She felt unease, as something was off in the area, especially as her eyes stared at the looming silhouette of the 4th house on 4th Street, which looked rather ominous and unwelcoming. It had a presence of a haunted area with the fog and darkness surrounding it. Jim started to look around, trying to find the route she came from, but she couldn't seem to make out much with the fog, which suddenly became dense.

| Karakura Outskirts, residential area, 4th St. | → | No one in particular. | → | Unease. | → | Followed punks towards the haunted area, can't see them anymore due to the suddenly thickening fog. |

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{OOC}

[Raphael Laurent]

Raph had heard stories about this house from his online contacts. A house of death, house number four, the house where the wales of the dead never seemed to cease, and everyone had their own theory on it. He’d even seen a post online about a bunch of teens who were going to go and explore this most dangerous house, this most horrifying of places to go to. It looked like some kind of dare, from what he’d read. Eightballz88 had begun talking about this house and how it was said that the cries of deceased souls could be heard by some people. Raph knew…partially what it was and that those kids going there would only end badly. He had to go and try to stop them.

Nearing the house that had been talked about, Raphael couldn’t shake the feeling of death, the very atmosphere of anger at a death that wasn’t right, about being abandoned… The whole place felt of these very emotions. Something was angry at its death, that didn’t think it was fair that it had died and felt abandoned. He swore he could make out the very slightest bit of the kids talking over one another, all standing in front of a house that none wanted to enter, and for good reason, this place was dangerous. Raph knew that and had felt it just by getting near the place and he was pretty sure that the kids could feel it too, but none of them were backing off… Why weren’t they getting the hell away from the place?!

He ran towards the kids as they got ever closer, when suddenly a fog set in. Deep and frightening, it was almost like a miasma of death and he knew, immediately that something was off. Something was always off whenever he got near places like this. The first time it had happened had been back in the abandoned warehouse in Chicago… It had felt like this as well, the fog that seemed to obscure vision, and the aura and wave of fear that slammed into mortal men and drew in the bravest. It was the way that many died during early hollows, the way that one of his classmates had disappeared when dared to go into the warehouse. He knew it too well and wanted to keep it from happening with these kids. He stopped as he suddenly saw someone approaching, making their own way through the fog. He stopped when he realized that they were human and waved to make sure that they could see him.

“Hello there! Did you come here following some kids as well?”

[jimbureka]

Jim, while she could not hear, had most of her senses making up for what she lacked. And there, she picked up a different kind of aura: warm, almost as if someone was moving with a torch of sorts. A stronger torch. It was a slight change of spiritual pressure that made her quickly turn around to see a figure approach, hand raised, moving casually towards her. It looked like an ordinary human. Typical young lad, brown hair, someone you'd see walking around and blend in the crowd. She would've dismissed him as probably one of the hooligans that made their way here and got lost in the mists, but then she realized the warmth was growing stronger. There was no doubt it came from this fellow.

She gave nothing away, her expression neutral, almost bored. The man spoke, but she could only make out some of the words as she only noticed his lips moving. Following some kids as well was all she got. Okay, so this dude wasn't with the punk nuts she trailed. She didn't see him at least, his face. How did he know about the kids? Maybe he was in on the haunted ghost things as well?

Either way, she had to respond. She was quiet for a while now, and she didn't want to give away that she wasn't hearing him at all, or anything period. So she just shrugged. It wasn't his business what she was doing there to begin with.

Still, the warmth coming from him was telling her that he didn't even bother to hide his reiatsu at all, like she did. She suppressed it as much as she could, not wanting to stand out like a sore thumb in Hollow infested places like Karakura. She then turns her heel, moving towards the house, not bothering to see if the young lad with a warm aura followed her or not. But she not gonna lie she did enjoy that bit of warmth, as the moment she faced the mists she was met with the chill breeze.

| Karakura Outskirts, residential area, 4th St. | → | Unnamed young lad with warm aura. | → | Hesistant, withdrawn. | → | Encounters human with warm aura. Unsure what he is, but goes to walk towards haunted house. |

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{OOC}

[Raphael Laurent]

Raphael watched, only slightly hopeful, that the person that was heading towards the house, he felt a slight wave of fear rush over him. He didn’t like the way that this place felt and with a sudden burst of speed he caught up to the woman. Not that she couldn’t defend herself, he could sense that she was at least as strong as he was, probably just a bit stronger in fact. He wasn’t the nicest person, hell anytime that he played DnD his characters were always of a neutral alignment, but he was a flame, and perhaps that was why everything had been happening lately. He was a beacon…

He wondered how on Earth she’d known to come here and was about to ask her further questions when suddenly she shrugged and headed inside. Annoyed, Raphael suddenly kicked into high gear, surging forward and came to a skittering stop, while looking at the house that she’d just entered. The whole place was practically surrounded in a miasma of depression and darkness. It felt cold for about a minute, before he slapped his cheeks and gathered his courage as the same feeling of warmth shrouded around him again and he followed right behind her.

Damn spirits needed to leave and he was here to try and make sure that they did. They were dead, after all, and living was best left to those still alive. BUT the dead, the shinigami specifically, needed to stay in there stupid dimension, or whatever it was, he didn’t know and didn’t care. He kept away from them whenever he could, so they tended to not bother him.

As he meandered into the house proper, he began to wonder where exactly the girl had gone. Then he began to wonder where the kids had gone. He pulled out his phone and double checked the messages from online. “Hrmm… Well, this doesn’t exactly make any sense…” He whispered as he looked at the messages. “The dare only said to go INTO the house…not go super far into it… What in the world are these kids doing? If they aren’t careful they’re going to get themselves killed. Who knows what could be in here…” He looked around a few times. He kept getting a chill from the house and had the urge of wanting to run. But, at the same time, if this feeling was to be any indication then these kids could be in big trouble. Then he looked around for the other woman, the one that had decided to ignore him.

“Please, oh please don’t be hurt or in trouble…”

[jimbureka]

The 4th house on 4th St. had no gates, making for easy break-ins, or in this case, easy moving in and out for dares. The open area was mostly covered with dead grass and no clear pathway but one can see the front black door right away. Jim walked past the sidewalk and into the terrain, her sneakers feeling the dead grass beneath her feet. She took a few steps and turned to look behind her, and saw the grass lift up from the weight of her feet, almost as if erasing her trail into the area. No chance for her tracking the group of punk's footsteps then.

She turns back her head and looks up, seeing the house loom over in a sinister manner. She kept her eyes on it until she was at the door. She didn't want to waste any more time if this was nothing but a cold trail. But there's no denying the aura of the area that just reeked of... ominous energy. It really reeked of negativity, as if telling you something bad happens to this place. Her face was on full concentration, trying to sense any kind of spiritual pressure in the area, but all she could feel was this... dread, this thick air of foreboding. She did her get to focus, taking in smells, her eyes darting everywhere, her feet planted on the elevated area in front of the steps.

Suddenly, a scream erupted from the side of the house. Jim couldn't hear it, but she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned, and saw the figure move passed the house, away from it. The mists made it hard to spot, but it was one of the kids running, breath heavy and cold with sweat as it ran right into the young brown haired man from earlier. The kid screams, but his voice was hoarse, and he sounded like he was in the throes of panic. "MESSED UP MAN, MESSED ME UP MAN..." The highschooler mutters loudly, instinctively clutching on to the young man's blue jacket, almost clawing it. "IT GOT THEM MAN, IT GOT 'EM..." He was frothing in the mouth, saliva spilling, manic as he was shaking the blue jacketed man. "DON'T LET IT TAKE ME MAN, DON'T LET IT TAKE ME LIKE THE---"

He stops abruptly, trembling violently, more spit and drool spilling off his mouth as he slowly turns his head to the house. His face was in complete and utter fear and horror, and suddenly began to choke, his head thrown back and for a moment, something looked like it was slithering down his neck. His eyes roll back and he sucks in a deep gasp, but the sound didn't sound... normal at all. He drops his head, still clutching on to the young man, before letting out a gutteral clicking sound as it slowly raised its head to face him. His eyes were still completely white, and saliva still dripped from his mouth. And this man began to speak, but his voice didn't sound the way it did from earlier. It was more... ethereal.

If the young man with the blue jacket could see spirits, he would see this flash of black, and a shadowy material enter the boy's mouth. A swirl of black shadowy aura was now emanating from the boy, who was still holding him tight.

"Your friend is next."

Unbeknowst to Jim, her back turned that moment as she followed the boy that ran right into the other guy, the door would slowly open, revealing a highschool kid that had a Cannibal Corpse T-shirt, hidden in the shadow of the house. And, he had the same black aura around him as well. 

| Karakura Outskirts, residential area, 4th house on 4th St. | → | Unnamed young lad with warm aura. | → | Foreboding, wary. | → | Goes to the front of the house, notices tracks disappear. Watches a young man rush out of the house and for a moment is unaware of the figure behind her as the door opened.|

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[Raphael Laurent]

Raph approached but didn’t go any further when he saw the girl’s silhouette at the front of the black door. He didn’t like the feel of the place, and it reminded him a lot of the penitentiary in West Virginia… Really creepy, really cold and not at all a nice place to be. His shoes pushed the grass aside and crunched in the loose dirt and gravel. This place was about ten pounds of nope in a five-pound bucket, overflowing and bad to be around. Mist seemed to cling to it and he despised every second that he was even near this haunted residence.

When he looked back up, the girl was still there though what she was doing, he could only hazard a guess…maybe trying to sense something about the place? The cold feeling of death and hatred wrapped around even him and he could feel it. It was almost like there was a shadow over the place that was unexplainable… Then came the scream and, from the side of the house, one of the kids came running out, darting through the fog and grabbing a hold of Raph’s jacket. “What are you talking about? What got them? What’s after you?”

Suddenly he stopped, still annoyingly clutching at Raph’s jacket tight, and he seemed to twitch violently, as if in the throes of some seizure. Saliva dribbled down the right side of his face and his head moved back to look at the house. The kid made choking sounds, like he couldn’t get enough air, then his entire head seemed to go limp and loose. For a second there was nothing, and suddenly with a weird clicking noise, the highschooler’s head rose to face Raph. Blank eyes, as if controlled or dead stared back at Raphael as spittle still dripped down his chin. When he spoke it was blank, echoing and devoid of any true emotion, but Raph grinned almost angrily. “That a fact? Think she is, eh?”

He saw her come running down the stairs towards him, but suddenly saw the door behind her open, and swore under his breath. Bringing his own hands under the kid’s arms, he forced the hands off his jacket, got down low, grabbing the kid by the knees and flipped him over his back. Then he glared at the woman, shook his head and pointed behind her, jabbing his finger aggressively at the way she’d just come. Then he turned his attention back to the first kid. He had a baaaaad feeling about this. The weird shadow that had gone into his mouth definitely wasn’t a good thing.

[jimbureka]

Jim turned away, and her hearing can't help her detect the door that swung open behind her. She was trying to focus on the sudden appearance, and disappearance of the figure that left the house. The mist gave limited visibility, obscuring everything beyond the line of the lawn and the sidewalk. But then, she could make out some silhouettes. Was the other silhouette of the young man with a warm aura from earlier?

The mist cleared up, and it confirmed that it WAS the young man, and with him one of the familiar highschoolers. But the boy was looking at... her? He then began to convulse and drop its head, before turning towards the young man. Why did the highschooler look at him, or was he looking at... something else?

The highschooler with white eyes groaned as the man in the blue jacke managed to get him slammed to the ground on his back, then flipped him to smack his face on the concrete. It gasped and made more of its eerie clicking sounds. It slowly turned its head to the side, a smile on its face. "Not your friend? Good, then she wouldn't be a loss now, would she?"

Jim was confused now. Why did the guy just slam the other kid to the ground? She was too far to lipread, but then the young man began to jab his finger at her direction too. Was there something she was missing? Or was there something behind her? As she turned her head, a pair of hands reached out and grabbed her. On instinct, she bent down and thrust both elbows behind her, releasing its grip on her for a moment. Just then, all the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, telling her that something, something was wrong. In that moment, for some reason, she felt fear, unexplainable fear. She lost her balance, and fell forward, catching herself in a pushup position. She looks up, eyes locking with the young man for a moment before feeling herself dragged into the house, the door slamming close.

| Karakura Outskirts, residential area, 4th house on 4th St. | → | Unnamed young lad with warm aura, other highschool kid. | → | Confusion, wary, then fear.| → | Watches the young man throw the other kid to the ground, and feels herself grabbed, and dragged into the house.|

[Raphael Laurent]

Raph swore under his breath as the obviously possessed highschooler spoke again, before kicking him in the face with a quick back swing of his leg, connecting right with his lips and nose. “Shut the fuck up, damn ghosts…” He was about to head towards her when suddenly she fell forward, barely catching herself with her hands, and then she yanked into the house. The door slammed shut behind her and Raph really swore this time. Grabbing a nearby rock, he ran at the door, leapt up a few steps and stopped at the door before shoulder charging his way through the door.

It was cold inside of the house, terribly cold. He did what he’d done with the woman at the bar and focused his own energy, though he did it with himself as the focus. The fear and cold that he felt dissipated for a moment as a warmth overtook him and he strode forward into the house, slamming the door behind him. He’d played that game, Undertale, god only knew how long ago and had laughed at the silly thought of “determination” being a tangible force, something that humans had. At this point, that was all that was really keeping him inside of this house, the determination and willpower to not let whoever the hell this woman was get taken by these sons of bitches or this son of a bitch, whichever.

Immediately he made a few important connections. She hadn’t said anything and had made no indications that she’d been able to hear him. He thought back and remembered that when he’d told her something she hadn’t said a thing back to him. It made him question if she could even hear him and he was beginning to think that he legitimately couldn’t, which made finding her all the more important. Yet, no matter how much he listened or tried to feel her out. Around him the whole place felt cold and almost like hate and death. He didn’t want to be here… But he began looking around and trying to feel out her energy as he moved forwards and he quickly hoped to find her wherever she was…

[jimbureka]

Whoever grabbed her had incredulous strength, the grip on her ankles sharply pincing her as she was dragged into the hallway. As the unknown captor made a turn to the living room, she grabbed on the ledge, and attempted to bend her knees, making it touch where her hands are, latched into the archway entry of the living room. She was successful in yanking one leg off, and her knee rammed into the hard wood of the wall adjacent to the ledge she was holding on to, but her other foot was still held firm. She turns to look at the person grabbing her, and the first thing she saw was the shadowy wisps of aura flickering around the man. It was undeniably the same pressure she felt of the house, but amplified; and she could not see any eyes, but she felt something was watching her.

"Jimen..."

Her name being called threw her off, it was as if someone went close to her ear and whispered. But she knew she could not hear, so that was impossible. Something was speaking to her from her mind. Trying to keep her thoughts at bay, she made a wild kick towards the grip on her leg, letting out a exasperated grunt as she tried to free herself, kicking and pulling herself with the ledge.

Her throat immediately felt dry, as the air in the house was stale and cold. The grip was starting to hurt her ankle; her free foot in the attempts to kick her grappler, managed to kick a table, making considerably loud noise. Why is she being taken? What did they want from her?

Just then, a gutteral clicking sound was heard throughout the house, the sound could make anyone's blood run cold. Across the living room opening were stairs, and something like scuttling sounds were heard as something black went down the steps. It was a shadow, with black hair and long spindly limbs that contorted itself grotesquesly that its legs went over its shoulders. It stops at the hallway where Raph was, slowly turning its head covered completely with thin black hair. It makes the tell-tale clicking sound, as its head twists a full 360 degrees. As soon as its shadowy head clicked back, the sounds stopped. But then it rushed towards the young man in a mad nightmarish dash on all fours.

| Karakura Outskirts, residential area, 4th house on 4th St. | → | Unnamed young lad with warm aura, captor. | → | Confusion, alert, survival mode. | → | Struggling to get herself free from her captor's grip as she is dragged to the living room.|

[Raphael Laurent]

He hated this house and, if he’d had his way he’d have just burned the motherfucker down. Everything in this place was setting off his warning alarms in just about every way. He felt hatred swirling around it, hatred and anger and something even darker. There was power here…and it wasn’t a good power. Looking around, he tried to pinpoint the source though he realized that it was coming from all around him. It was unnatural… It was almost like wading through literal depression. The world around him felt like it was trying to crush him, almost like the time that he’d met Shizuka… Something fairly strong, a bit moreso than him…

Click-clack, click-clack. A sound made him stop dead in his tracks as he started training his ears toward it. Click-Clack, click-clack. He felt the hairs on his back stand on end, but instead of panicking he took a breath and dropped into a defensive stance. Bending his knees and getting lower on his feet he looked around slowly, making as little noise as he possibly could. He heard a tell-tale scuttling sound. Something…was coming down towards him, something dark and shadowy. Its head turned around once before looking right at him with black hair covering its face. Then it came barreling at him on all fours like something out of a horror flick.

As it came towards him, he leapt to the side, dodging into a room, watching as it dashed past him and heard a thud when it slammed into he back wall. He swore, annoyed, and ripped off a hunk of wood while beginning to look for a good exit before looking around to try and find a good exit. First identify exits, then try to find the woman, then get the fuck out. The plank of wood in his hands was literally only going to be for defense as a last resort. He’d need to get over it, under it or to its sides. He’d have to stay mobile and not get hit. He was faster than that creature, if only just.

[Cecilia Vilhjálmsdóttir]

ACHOO. The sneeze resounded through the alleyway and the dust-like particles expanded then cleared as a woman walked through rubbing her nose. “Ugh, why are ya making me go down this area?” she grumbled in annoyance, behind her there was bark and out stalked a white wolf. Cecilia wondered why her companion was leading her through a ghost town of an area but when his hackles were up to that it meant something was going down. So she followed the wolf through the alleyways of the abandon residential and towards a house that was covered in what appeared to be shrouded in fog.

It didn’t take the Quincy long enough to feel the foreboding aura of this place. The neck hairs standing on end as she stood outside the gateless entrance. The wolf darted straight through, unphased by the feeling, and moved inside the creaky old house where he stumbled upon the body of a high schooler and the sound of a bang. The wolf gave a quick sniff of the schooler smelling Raph’s sent on it before moving off to find him while giving off a howl to alert Cecilia.

“That damn wolf is going to get himself harmed,” said Cecilia still outside the gate. She was more cautious than her fuzzy friend storming the place like a bat out of hell or in this case - a hellhound out of hell? “Alhvit! Come back you crazy pup!” she called out and moved inside the haunted house in quicker steps, her mind racing on something bad happening to the pooch.

The howling alerted Cecilia through the halls, she was really getting a bad feeling about this. A sudden feeling of dread befallen her, there was something about this house that screamed a being of ill-intent this is probably what caused her companion to go haywire when they neared the district. She wasn’t alone as other spiritual signatures were felt here too.

The brown haired Quincy found her companion stopped by a room where a shadowy figure was chasing after a blue jacket man into a room. Oh shit. Quietly Cecilia called her companion to her side, though most likely the shadow being had heard her even through the ruckus of the other person. “Alhvit get out, it’s not safe here.” she shooed the wolf to leave and he did so to wait outside the gates if nothing stopped him in this haunted house. Cecilia let out a exhale once the wolf could no longer be seen and summoned up her gunblade that glowed a soft hue blue with a dusty rose tint. Stepping inside the room where Raph and the creature tangled, Cecilia waved her gunblade about to get the creature’s attention.

“Oi! Over here!” The Nordic Quincy called out to get the shadow’s attention. Not a smart move. The shadow turned its gaze towards her, black hair covering its face, then came bounding towards her with its hands outstretched as if wanting to choke the life out of her. She couldn't see the things eyes, may be covered by its strange hair-like weave, but knew it was now coming after her. Cecilia made a gesture with her gunblade as if going to pull the trigger but then turned heel and made for the other direction and went down the stairs into the living room hoping the shadow would keep its attention on her when making loud noises. She wasn't known to be that stealthy when someone was in need...in a haunted house.

[jimbureka]

The creature that rushed towards the young man in a blue jacket initially went after him, but then the presence in the house noticed the arrival of another spiritually aware being. More souls to fuel its darkness. As it missed the young man, who sidestepped and made it to the living room, it saw the newcomer, who entered the front door and into the hallway, taunting the nightmarish shadow creature towards it. The creature didn't move to were it was, but as the woman has seen, merely stretched her arms to unnatural lengths in an attempt to grasp the brown haired woman, only for the woman to do a feint and make her way into the living room.

Jim could not hear the commotions on the other side of the room she was in given her deafness, and she was dealing with the captor that was pincing at her one leg; but she did feel the footsteps thundering on the ground as the young man ran in the room. Jim's hands were gripped tight on the ledge that had old plywood sticking out, and they were starting to feel rawfully pained for the tension. However, she was not expecting to be freed from her grasp by the young man literally ripping off a piece of the wall, causing her to be yanked away on her one leg. She yelled, more out of surprise and she began to do a mad clawing on the ground, as the culprit who was grabbing her began to pull her in the shadowy dark part of the room.

The creature outside made audible clicking sounds, signalling everyone that was in the room that it was still there. The seemingly possessed highschooler that had Jim's leg suddenly stopped, and turned its head to the Quincy that just entered the room. Then it let go of Jim, whose leg dropped on the floor with a thud and it moved back into the shadows pretty quick. The shadowy creature outside made more disturbing eerie clicking sounds, and you could hear the wood of the wall being scratched and climbed on, as if it was getting on the ceiling. Then you'd hear scuttling movement once more, with the creature darting into the living room on the ceiling and rushing towards the dark part of the room.

Jim got to her feet, staggering a bit as she went close to the entrance where the young man in a blue jacket was. She shot a glare at him and his plank, as she nearly got taken due to this. She then turns her head to the girl that just came in, unsure what that girl was doing there. She saw the shadowy creature move from where the girl came in like a spider in the ceiling and jumped, her eyes instinctively following the horror as it entered the shadows. And suddenly, the clicking stopped.

There was silence, but the air was still cold, making Jim exhale a visible breath. She started into the darkness, half of the living room looking like it was sucked into an abyss. Then, something came out of the shadows.

A white wolf, with blue tattoos on his face, fell down in a slump, lifeless. Then it got suddenly dragged in the shadows by something, and there was a sickening crunching sound of bones and flesh. Then, right above where the young man in a blue jacket stood, a body falls, but doesn't exactly hit the ground as bounces, its feet narrowly missing the man's head as he saw his own self hanging lifeless above him, with a shadowy rope on this dead body's neck. This looked exactly like the young man, only more purple, its bloodied eyes almost popping out from its sockets. The body suddenly was pulled up by an invisible force into the darkened ceiling. And then, another came out from where the wolf came, a bloodied man, caked in mud, his arm broken with bone sticking out. It turns to Jim, reaching out to her, only to have its arm fall away and be pulled back screaming into the void. Jim felt her blood run cold. That, looked like her father.

Just then, the eerie clicking sounds returned, and the shadowy creature with long black hair and all four limbs crawled out from the ceiling, her head twisting violently, its mouth gaping open grotesquely as her shadowy hand stretched out once more, attempting to make a grab out of any of the three that may still be recovering from being presented their worst fears.

| Karakura Outskirts, residential area, 4th house on 4th St. | → | Unnamed young lad with warm aura, brown haired woman, and the shadow creature. | → | On edge. | → | Almost gets dragged into the shadows, is shown her dead father. |

[Raphael Laurent]

He gave a minor curse as a woman suddenly appeared, the same feeling as the first one but this one was different with her brown hair. Raphael held the plank of wood that he’d ripped off tightly as the first woman made something of a fool of herself, waving for the shadow as it reached for her before she leapt aside. Every click made Raphael feel it, that horrid feeling of dread, of hatred and of malice that pervaded the house. His normal feeling kicked in: they had to leave. He’d been looking around the whole time and immediately he’d come up with a better idea. They weren’t going to fight this thing, at the very least not on its own turf, and so he turned to the nearby window, and smashed out the glass. The clicking sounds only intensified and it started to hurt his head, so he shook it.

Looking up, he saw as suddenly what almost was like a doppelganger of himself, albeit purple and with bloodied eyes nearly bulging out of its sockets. He felt himself wretch slightly and he nearly turned away, but quickly began to think. The creature had made a clicking sound right before this, and it had resounded in the back of his head and hadn’t so much been heard. Remembering some old training from his younger days, he shut his eyes immediately, energy senses kicking in, as the cold spread all around him. Where was the best place to feel? It was important to keep his eyes shut so that whatever it was wouldn’t effect him as much. He turned to his side, eyes opening for a second and he swung the wood at a nearby window, shattering it and sending glass spraying outside.

“Out the window!” he suddenly shouted, facing the burning light that was the Nordic quincy and then the first woman that he’d run into. “None of this is real, but we can’t stay here for long! We’ve got to get going, ASAP!” He looked at them, in the slightest sense, but kept gesturing in the direction of the window that he’d just shattered, before turning his attention to the dark feeling and launching the makeshift weapon at the creature, hoping to impale it to distract it at least a little bit. They had more than enough chance to get the hell out of here.

[Cecilia Vilhjálmsdóttir]

Cecilia dared not to look back, the unnatural arms of the shadow reaching for her, and looked for a way to get to the blue-jacketed man but heard a thud. The collapse sound was from the wolf whom passed out and some sicking crunching sound made the brown-haired Quincy gasp. Internally she was screaming, her face contorting into a panic, she turned heel to run for her wolf being dragged away but was too late as the shadows engulfed him. The clicking resounded once more and scratching along the wall alerted the brown-haired Quincy to look up though saw nothing.

Cecilia was at a cross path; rescue the two other people here or go for her wolf that could be in the clutches of whatever was possessing this house. Before she could come to a rapid decision, her vision blurred as the clicking sound became louder and louder then darkness descended upon the Quincy as her mouth agape.

From the eerie fog-log darkness a groan could be heard. Cecilia took a small step and hit something squishy with her foot when she looked down the ground was filled was blood and human limbs. “Failed us.” a dismembered head rolled towards the Quincy. Out of instinct, she moved back in horror, these were faces she remembered: her clan members. A sense of dread washed over her as her companion’s body then appeared - she was about to move to her wolf until a shatter of glass shook her back to her senses.

Cecilia forced her eyes closed and took a few breaths, this had been an illusion of some sort. The shadowy creature’s hand almost its grasp upon the Quincy as she dashed forward towards the broken window, ignoring the dead bodies that surround her and made a diving leap through it hoping her pooch would make it out on his own.