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LILAC
[When the shadows clear, your team stands unharmed in a fancy bedroom. There are sharp knives, similar to the ones in the ghost you just saw, scattered throughout the room. They are stuck fast in the walls, the ground, the bedposts, no amount of force can pull them free. The sheets of the bed are soaked in blood.
Over on the dressing table sits a jack-o-lantern that lights itself once you look at it, smoke rising from the flame into the shapes of people, acting out the scene of a memory in the room.
A young woman is getting ready for the ball, dressed in her very finest silks with her hair being styled neatly in place. The little girl doing her hair, perhaps ten years old, fumbles her fingers. She tugs on the hair slightly, dislodging some clips, and the woman starts screaming at her. ‘Clumsy little oaf!’. The girl is kicked out of the room, the young woman insisting on doing it herself and muttering about useless staff. After a moment of this there’s a flash of light that streaks toward the bed. The woman jumps up, startled, and investigates what happened. There is a knife stuck in the bedpost. Several more flashes of light appear behind her and she turns, horrified, to see them all aimed at her. She tries to scream, and the smoke disappears abruptly as all the knives come hurtling towards her.]
Light the lanterns.
Over on the dressing table sits a jack-o-lantern that lights itself once you look at it, smoke rising from the flame into the shapes of people, acting out the scene of a memory in the room.
A young woman is getting ready for the ball, dressed in her very finest silks with her hair being styled neatly in place. The little girl doing her hair, perhaps ten years old, fumbles her fingers. She tugs on the hair slightly, dislodging some clips, and the woman starts screaming at her. ‘Clumsy little oaf!’. The girl is kicked out of the room, the young woman insisting on doing it herself and muttering about useless staff. After a moment of this there’s a flash of light that streaks toward the bed. The woman jumps up, startled, and investigates what happened. There is a knife stuck in the bedpost. Several more flashes of light appear behind her and she turns, horrified, to see them all aimed at her. She tries to scream, and the smoke disappears abruptly as all the knives come hurtling towards her.]
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[taking the pendant, too.]
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[The smoke takes the shape of an irate man this time, a butler, standing up straight and silent in the library aisles. He’s waiting on the woman strolling through looking at the books, pulling them carelessly from the shelves and tossing them aside. With every book that clatters to the ground, the butler’s composure slips, until he interrupts with a furious expression. ‘My lady, perhaps you should take more care-“
“Hmm? It sounded like you said something there.” Another book is thrown, “But I know that can’t be the case, as we’re the only two here, and you’d never dream of speaking without permission.”
The butler stays silent, he knows better than to say anything again, but it doesn’t stop him gritting his teeth and digging his nails into his palm as the woman goes back to searching through the collection. “Yes, that’s just what I thought. Dogs should know better than to yap.”]
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I really don't like that lady.
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Let's get outta here.
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[OUT WE GO, I don't want to stick around :C]
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[LET'S GO IN]
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[perhaps running in so he can be the first to go in ;o]
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Okay.
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[But before you have a chance to get TOO SPOOKIED something else happens]