The House of Horrors [Semi-Open - Ask]

[Dust]

┌T H E - H O U S E - O F - H O R R O R S┐


Disclaimer: Spooks is a horror-focused character and is evil-aligned. He lives in a haunted home!
Roleplays involving him may contain serious, scary, or uncomfortable topics such as death, violence, and mental distress - posts will be tagged and spoiled!!
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CW: Blood mention


Before you sits a dilapidated double-story farmhouse. It’s a relic of a home where two-legs used to live - its age given away by the encroaching ivy, overgrown grass, and oaks that sit tall surrounding the property. There is an old dirt road, overgrown and crumbling from water erosion. If you were to follow that trail, it would lead to a relatively unpopular hiking trail - this road is known for being scary, assumed haunted, by unfortunate hikers taking a wrong turn. It is a decent distance away from the clans, and is about a day's hike from the main road. On the house itself, all the windows have long been broken out… portions of the walls are beginning to rot away and few exterior supports have collapsed. From what you can see on the outside, you assume the inside is just as bad. The property is surrounded by a rotting wooden fence, and the yard is overgrown with local flora. The property trails down a slope at the back of the house to a steady flowing creek, this creek flows downhill. To the side of the house are two stone cross markers, indicating two graves - they look old. A large oak tree has grown into the side of the house, shading most of the front of the house.



You've heard whispers of this place before… The House of Horrors…

…The Ghost of the Garden…

“It’s haunted right?” A voice mumbles quietly to the other. Both figures remain crouched in the distant foliage. A silence lingers between them for what feels like ages - the only sound is a whistling wind above the trees, causing their branches to sway back and forth.

“I think so… We should just leave…” The other sounds scared, rustling slightly in their place.

“Don’t be a scaredy cat.” The voice taunts the other harshly, “It’s probably just infested with rats. Come on.” Shelter is needed. More so as a rumble of thunder rolls across the sky, dark clouds threatening rain shortly onto the landscape. Pensively, the pair begin to make their way from the brush onto the overgrown property. The voice entered first, their muzzle scrunching up in disgust as waves of rot, death, and mildew washed over them. The other came next, squeezing through a rotting gap of wood until they were alongside the voice’s bristling frame.

“Are you sure we sh-'' A loud agonizing wail sounded off somewhere in the house, alerting both cats. Their hackles stood on end as they looked around wildly for the source. A scratching - no- a scraping noise seemed to run along the upper floors… growing increasingly frequent until it seemed to come from all around them. A deadly silence. Then, another clap of thunder sent them both sprawling with surprised fright. A rustle there, a scuttling noise somewhere in another room. Small bones and half-rotted prey carcasses being dropped from above, thrown towards the pair without care. The suffocating smell and dampness from the sudden downpour coming through holes in the roof felt almost too much. The energy was rancid. They were unwanted - uninvited rather. It was made more than clear by the sudden electric shift in the air. Another crack of thunder and a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the rafters above. It was quick, a split second glance at a ghostly white pelt, but what lingered were those piercing, emotionless blue eyes staring directly at them. And then they were gone into the dark again.

“G…GHO..GHO..” The other wailed, their voice breaking with fear as they turned tail to run immediately, leaving the voice alone - paralyzed. After a few moments the voice turned to run but it was too late. Whatever occupied this house was on them in seconds, piercing claws and teeth grabbing hold to slam their body into the ground with ease. The voice hardly even reacted, eyes closed as they seemed to be accepting their own fate. The toothy grip on their shoulder released, the warm stench of blood mixing with the damp as a heavy breath slowly lingered up until it was right against their ear,

“Leave.”

The ghost spoke, its voice soothingly husky, though it's words were spoken as a threatening command,

“Or I will kill you.”

It finished off, the weight lifting from the voices body, followed by the painful retracting of claws slowly scraping down their pelt as the ghost seemed to retract into the shadows. As soon as the last claw slicing through soft flesh met air, the voice bolted off without a second thought and into the storm.

Silence again…. Finally.

Residents:
@Dust | Spooks - The head of the house. A ghostly white pelt with black markings. He has piercing blue eyes and a husky voice.

Thread to be updated - WIP

[wolfie]

「〷」 THE HOLY GHOST「〷」
╰► SPIRIT
he | they ♛ tall black, grey, and white chimera with varying fur lengths and texture + a kinked tail; bright amber eyes ♛
purrks : agatha kitty, lyrebird's lullaby, herb knowledge

ೃ⁀➷ @Dust

The rain pummeled down, drenching his pelt. Dark, thick clouds were beginning to roll in. They wouldn't be surprised if a thunderstorm would soon start. The mere thought reminded him of the black cat who despite all his barking & biting always ended up shaking in a corner at the sound of thunder. A scowl flashed across Spirit's face, ears lowering down. The scratches and gashes stung in remembrance. Ugh, its escape left a bitter taste in their mouth. What a shame it had managed to kill his employee! It wasn't exactly easy to find them. Some just had such .. squicky stomachs.

Nonetheless, the black cat had managed to last far longer than Spirit could've hoped for. Besides, its disappearance left the chimera with freedom to travel to endless lengths and oh, how he had longed to succumb to the bliss of wandering. Still, the chimera did need to find shelter soon. A shivering cold was beginning to settle into their bones and sickness was always unpleasant to handle.

Thankfully, a tumbledown double-story farmhouse with overgrown flora was beginning to come into view. A squeal escaped Spirit, "Ooh, there must be some mice hiding in there..!! Or ah, perhaps some warm cloth ... Fleshbags tend to have those .." It was a shame they were such a hassle to drag around. He had found a couple of thrown out cloths but they always had to be left behind eventually.

With a quick bounce in their step, they swiftly made their way to the steps of the porch. It was clear the wood was beginning to rot, his nose crinkled up in mild distaste. At least it meant for easy to access. Finding a hole that they were able to fit in, Spirit wiggled through — amber eyes darting about cautiously. He pressed a paw against the wound, a loud creak erupting in the relatively quiet house. Eerily.

"Heelloooo? Is there anyone perhaps, occupying this space? Maybe some grey creatures with large ears? Pspspsp?" He cooed out softly, if there was someone already here he would prefer to get introductions over with.

[Dust]

[ Spooks - 31 Moons]
He/Him | Lawful Evil | Loner
Kitty Softpaws ; Shadow Fiend [Active]

The wind had been carrying that... earthy, warm scent all day long. It was definitely going to rain. Spooks could tell just from that... and maybe the dark clouds that were beginning to collect on the horizon earlier in the day. Most of his day had been spent clearing some cobwebs from the more exposed portions of the house in preparation of downpour - either from the gaping holes in the roof, or the outer walls beginning to rot away, exposing the inside. Wet cobwebs had always grossed him out for some reason... so squishy - eugh. After those smaller chores had been done, and seeing that no visitors had come to play in the meantime, Spooks decided to settle down with a small meal. Just as he settled himself amongst the rafters with a plump mouse the rain began. It was a symphony of downpour, pale blue light filtering in from above. How relaxing. Each bite was savored, chewed slowly and with purpose. And after that… well… he tried to sleep.

Situated comfortably on the rafter, Spooks let one leg dangle carelessly as he stared at the wall. And he stared. And stared…

 

And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
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And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.

Sleep was... not coming at all. Ugh. How long had he been watching that spot? How long had he laid up there? Spooks blinked, seeming to regain his unknown loss of consciousness once an unfamiliar voice rang out loud in his ears. Slightly flustered, he sat up now - eyes staring intently down at the front room where a stranger had entered. Without him even noticing? And it was dark out now? He let a quiet, frustrated sigh escape through his nostrils. Well... now he was angry. And it looked like a little sheep had lost its way. No better time than the present to take care of them! Shifting slowly to his paws, Spooks took a brief look at the cleaned bones from his earlier meal, before swatting them with a paw.

From above a long, rhythmic creak is heard, followed by a loud scattering of bones as they plummet from seemingly nowhere. They shatter away from each other upon hitting the ground. If you look up, there doesn't seem to be anyone around. It must have been the wind from the storm... right?

Slinking along the beam, Spooks picked his way with ease and familiarity throughout the house. Each pawstep was precise, knowing exactly where and when to step - his gaze narrowed and warped with a tired spite. His dance through out the house raised creaks, cracks and groans from the crumbling building, random bits of debris and small bones being flung ever so often towards the other feline's direction. And after his first round, a sudden gust of wind blew through the home, buffeting Spooks pelt as he closed his eyes to soak it in. It felt ephemeral. Now... he just needed to see how this strange one reacted to his efforts. The storm was giving him enough support as it was, he wasn't going to pull the big moves out quite yet.

[ @wolfie - Spirit ]

[wolfie]

「〷」 THE HOLY GHOST「〷」
╰► SPIRIT
he | they ♛ tall black, grey, and white chimera with varying fur lengths and texture + a kinked tail; bright amber eyes ♛
purrks : agatha kitty, lyrebird's lullaby, herb knowledge

ೃ⁀➷ @Dust

At first they were met with nothing but silence. Spirit let out a sigh, taking a step forward — predicable. Then, they blinked and suddenly bones were raining down — shattering upon impact. He flinched away, the ends of his fur spiking up in surprise at the sudden noise, claws becoming unsheathed. Preparation for the unknown, of course nothingness followed. Spirit glanced up to the ceiling, eyebrows furrowing. Wind batted against the sides of the house, the storm has clearly begun to worsen. It was clear the wind must've .. simply blown them off.

"That was awfully rude of you, Mister House!! You could've cut me, " He cackled out like a hyena, kinked tail lashing back and forth. He started to carefully walk around the broken bits of bone.

Clearly, Spirit should've checked what the House's preferred titles were because that was the only reason they could think on why the house would start attacking him even more. Could no one be civil these days? The chimera tried to make a quick get away to underneath rotten wooden,, objects. Man-made he could reckon. Only they would bother to make such strange things. He closed his eyes, trying to curl up into something smaller. He didn't really want to get anymore injuries. It helped evade.. some of the debris but not all of them. Unpleasant, but small.

An interlude occurs, the cold wind biting at the ends of his fur. Still, he slowly lifts his head. He shoots out from underneath his shelter, making a quick sprint towards a different room. Clearly, that one was on the more unstable side. Maybe having a bad day. "Seems like you want some space, uhhm, ... whatever you prefer, " Spirit quipped before he left. His ears swiveled to what was around him when he arrived; parting his jaws slightly to taste the air

The bag of fur he operated was starting to have sharp, digging pains. A shame that if he wanted to exist on the same plane as mortals they did have to manage something so,,, inefficient. They hoped the ongoing storm hadn't scared all the mice-y into hiding. They stepped carefully on the wood as this place was clearly unstable all up and around. The house had been built up so the possibility of falling through the floor seem a bit too real.