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Would she ever have a chance as golden as this again? When the lights were dim and the floors were fittingly creeky. When she was packed together with strangers who weren't so familiar with her sort of jokes? When there had been murmurings of leaving early, only for a crack of thunder to deny those few loudly, and for rain to begin an incessant pelting down the moment after? Responsibilities be damned, Zahria was a troublemaker at heart. What better way to introduce herself than to scare the shit out of some easy targets? It's all in good fun.
The lights have begun to flicker, and she seizes this moment to grab at her flashlight. A pitch - blackness would be disturbed by the startling light, pitched under her chin to cast an eerie glow over the planes of her face. Call her cliche; it's effective! She grins her biggest grin, teeth flashing in the white - yellow light. " Seems like the perfect time for a spooky story, " she twinges her voice with a stereotypical ghost's drawl, the words pitching up and down. Does she have any spooky stories in mind? Not really, but she's always been good at bullshitting. " They say this took place in a mansion, just... like... this one. "
She clears her throat for dramatic effect. " You see, an old man once lived there, along with his many children, and along with his children's children. None of them ever grew sick within it's walls. They never grew weary... They saw the place as sacred, something they had hung onto for generations, and that they would hold onto for more. That is, until something changed.
" Poor grandfather died. They never knew what took him... Old age, they said, until his daughter passed, too. One by one, everyone within that mansion died. Their souls wail in their eternal anguish, never certain of what had befallen them all. Of course, they could never pass to the afterlife because their anger could not be left behind. Years passed, until everyone forgot about that family. Until the modern people could take their home; until they could have a sleepover, just... like... this one.
" These strangers... They trampled on their legacy. They were reckless, as they tread where sons and daughters had once lived. "Who would be so careless?" they shrieked. " Zahria puts on her more eerily threatening voice ( It's not great, really. ) " "Who would be so crass, but our own unseen murderers? in their own foolishness they've returned. They think that retribution won't be ours, in this afterlife, but they are sorely mistaken..." They would do anything but rest, anything but except what had befallen them all. No, only when they had picked off each intruder one by one, were they satisfied. Each of those few that entered the house that night... were never... seen... AGAIN! " A conveniently timed strike of thunder lights up the room through the single window. Zahria's wicked cackling pierces the air. Moments like these are what she's been practicing it for. She's so damned good at this.
The lights flicker back on a moment later, totally killing the mood. The woman clicks her tongue. " Damn. " She idly draws out her phone, only meaning to pass the time— but even that is impossible for her eight - year - old hunk of junk, apparently. The screen remains black even as she furiously pushes the home button. When it finally does turn on, the screen is a garbled mess. ...Huh. " Uh, good story, right? " She brushes it off, figuring her phone's just having a moment. She'd be lying if she said that she's never dropped it.
The lights have begun to flicker, and she seizes this moment to grab at her flashlight. A pitch - blackness would be disturbed by the startling light, pitched under her chin to cast an eerie glow over the planes of her face. Call her cliche; it's effective! She grins her biggest grin, teeth flashing in the white - yellow light. " Seems like the perfect time for a spooky story, " she twinges her voice with a stereotypical ghost's drawl, the words pitching up and down. Does she have any spooky stories in mind? Not really, but she's always been good at bullshitting. " They say this took place in a mansion, just... like... this one. "
She clears her throat for dramatic effect. " You see, an old man once lived there, along with his many children, and along with his children's children. None of them ever grew sick within it's walls. They never grew weary... They saw the place as sacred, something they had hung onto for generations, and that they would hold onto for more. That is, until something changed.
" Poor grandfather died. They never knew what took him... Old age, they said, until his daughter passed, too. One by one, everyone within that mansion died. Their souls wail in their eternal anguish, never certain of what had befallen them all. Of course, they could never pass to the afterlife because their anger could not be left behind. Years passed, until everyone forgot about that family. Until the modern people could take their home; until they could have a sleepover, just... like... this one.
" These strangers... They trampled on their legacy. They were reckless, as they tread where sons and daughters had once lived. "Who would be so careless?" they shrieked. " Zahria puts on her more eerily threatening voice ( It's not great, really. ) " "Who would be so crass, but our own unseen murderers? in their own foolishness they've returned. They think that retribution won't be ours, in this afterlife, but they are sorely mistaken..." They would do anything but rest, anything but except what had befallen them all. No, only when they had picked off each intruder one by one, were they satisfied. Each of those few that entered the house that night... were never... seen... AGAIN! " A conveniently timed strike of thunder lights up the room through the single window. Zahria's wicked cackling pierces the air. Moments like these are what she's been practicing it for. She's so damned good at this.
The lights flicker back on a moment later, totally killing the mood. The woman clicks her tongue. " Damn. " She idly draws out her phone, only meaning to pass the time— but even that is impossible for her eight - year - old hunk of junk, apparently. The screen remains black even as she furiously pushes the home button. When it finally does turn on, the screen is a garbled mess. ...Huh. " Uh, good story, right? " She brushes it off, figuring her phone's just having a moment. She'd be lying if she said that she's never dropped it.
- OOC: HUMAN AU TIME! Everyone's at the biggest sleepover of all time at ShadowClan, except ShadowClan is a big mansion that Chilledstar inherited or some shit and some people there are convinced that it's haunted! doesnt help that it has all the traits of a stereotypically haunted mansion <3 Feel free to powerplay anything u want yall go crazy
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