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Post by NPC on Nov 10, 2010 22:11:28 GMT -5
Since the death of one proprieter and the disappearance of the other, the Bates Motel had stood empty for a year now. Once the customers had been informed of the situation and cleared out, the motel had been closed and shuttered and left standing. Darkened, mute, empty, the building where so much had happened seemed almost sad now.
Tonight, however, something different was to come.
It started as a whisper, an echo of a voice that once resonated in these abandoned halls. It was a presence, or perhaps the shadow of a mind--whatever it was, it seemed almost familiar, as though it had been here before and knew every room and every hall.
It was an old friend, after a fashion: dead but somehow still lingering, in a form and mind somewhat altered from the original person.
The old sign flickered on, followed by the lights in the lobby, and...
...a faint echo of feminine laughter.
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Nov 11, 2010 12:58:37 GMT -5
Having been an ethereal being for some time now, Scarlett had gotten atuned to the vast nuances of the more "otherside" aspects of Paris. She'd learned how to travel long distances, how now to let a place trap her, or other beings to trick her. It was almost as perilous to navigate the ghostly byways as it was the physical ones. So it was that she sensed when a change came over the empty motel--it'd never been haunted before, for one, and a ghost could immediately tell when a building held another spirit. Like now. Scarlett paused across the street. Even as she was now, an unpleasant shiver still passed through her. Whatever had taken up residence here was not nice. In fact, she got the distinct impression that whatever it was hadn't been human when it died. Unnerved, she moved on, keeping all of this in mind .
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