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r o s e . j i n x . d i x i e

-- thoughts;; la de da de -- actions;; trick-or-treating -- nightmare;; car crash -- with;; the crew -- status;; single -- outfit;; this

Rose sighed for no reason then, and then thought of Jack's voice as a competition. "Oh, I'm deffinatly going in. Anything tries to scare me I can burn them with meh lighter," she explained when Jack came back from his bike along with some flashlights, that were a pretty good idea, actually. After realizing that Jake had mocked them she just stared at the boy with a sugar rush, and slowly puffed out a cloud of smoke his way, ptting as much enthusiasm as she could into her blow.

She acted as if she was almost a little..... Stoned, like she'd been doing drugs all day. But she hadn't recalled anything but this cigarette, but then again she hadn't gone to sleep the night before. And she couldn't remember why, but she did know that if you did a lot of drugs you would stay up and probably forget, so that was the conclusion she came too; she'd done something the night before and had forgotten, simple as pie.

Dixie fallowed the others down the dark path with only the two cigarettes that were lit and Jack's flashlight, and she figured that as much light as possible would be better. She brought up her lighter and lit it again, checking the over-grown weeds that were surrounding her. Why would anyone want to make a path like this? Hasn't anyone heard of class? Rose asked herself in her head, being careful not to talk out loud and seem like a fool. Thoughts are ment to be kept in your mind, and that's what Rose stood by.

[-nutella love.]

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[ eιɢнтeeɴ - αттαcĸed вy тнree doɢѕ ]

A wide smile appeared on Liana's face when the majority seemed to want to go down the path. Without saying anything else, she quickly turned, causing her hair to go both over her shoulder and in her face, and started down the path. It was gravely and tree branches stuck out at random parts here and there. Eventually, after about two minutes of walking, the path suddenly opened up into a large front yard. There was a circle of gravel, probably so that cars could easily come and leave the leave. Weeds, probably up to the brunette's waist, covered the front yard, though there was still a small path. She looked over her shoulder at the others, motioning for them to follow her.

Looking back to the house, she really looked at it. It was definitely old and need lots of care. The paint was peeling, a few shutters were missing, and the wood on the front porch seemed so rotted that it would fall away under anyone's step. Liana lightly bit her lip, feeling suddenly... nervous? She sucked into a deep breath, shaking her head and slowly going up the porch. Not because she was scared, she just didn't want the floorboards to suddenly give way under her weight. They held, though, so she went up to the knocker on the old door.

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[ eιɢнтeeɴ - αттαcĸed вy α pнoeɴιх ]

Cody kept quiet as he followed the path, wondering when it was going to end. He easily followed the path thanks to how his eyes adjusted and how a few people had flashlights with them. He suddenly stopped when he nearly ran into Liana, who had stopped to gaze at the house. He looked up at the old mansion-like house, raising an eyebrow. D--n that house was old. Like really old. He tried to form a date in his mind of when if was built. Shaking his head after a few seconds, he followed the brunette in front of him to the front door.

He stopped at the bottom of the steps, feeling a sudden coolness come over him. A chill or two went down his spine as he stood there. At least the group wouldn't have to be there long, considering how they were only getting candy and then leaving. He looked at the windows, seeing no light shining through them. He swore he saw something, maybe somethings moving through the windows. Okay, these people definitely knew how to be creepy. He lightly blew air out of his mouth before slowly climbing up the stairs. He saw Liana pause at the door, so he went up next to her and lifted the knocker and dropped it. A loud and slightly chilling 'bang' went through the air, and Cody did this two more times. After a few seconds the door swung open with a soft creaking and groaning sound.

[V I N T A G E.]

_________________________________Jackson Collin

Jackson walked down the road, smirking at the somewhat disgusted look on Rose's face. He suddenly stopped, scoping the scene, the weeds and wild flowers reaching his knees. The large home towering over. "Looks like the shelter house they use in the horror films." He laughed as he began jogging through the gravel. Once he got to the weeds, he slowed down, almost tripping as they caught ahold of his pant legs. It felt like forever before he finally got loose. He sprinted threw, finally coming to the steps, He looked at the rickedy shutters, Only a small rusty nail holding them in place. The cracked windows that whistled in the evening wind. The roof top that creeked as the wind increased. It looked like a death trap but, something finally mad him go, maybe it was the adrenhaline or maybe just him being a fraddy cat and sprinting onto the porch, His wieght and his speed made a few boards underneath him give in, He found himself on the ground of the porch, his feet spread apart in the large holes where the planks should be, his cigarette long gone and making a small orange glow on the graveled ground.

His cheeks turned red with embarresment but, he soon snapped out of it, getting up, he acted as though nothing had happened. Walking next to Cody, he knocked on the door for about five minutes and soon became annoyed. "There isn't anyone here." He finally came out with a sigh as he looked at them. "Might as well take a look around then." He said with a devilish grin as he flipped on a flashlight and put his hand on the rusty door knob. He turned it as it made an annoying creeky noise when, the door finally pushed open. He looked at them. "Were in." He laughed taking a step inside as he shouted. "Hello! The devils and demons of Halloween can awake now! The party has just begun!" He laughed as he flashed his flashlight around. "We should have brought beer or something. Anything to make this party absolutely awesome." He laughed looking back at them.

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{ sorry I haven't been on. I've been busy. I'll post soon. }

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r o s e . j i n x . d i x i e

-- thoughts;; la de da de -- actions;; trick-or-treating -- nightmare;; car crash -- with;; the crew -- status;; single -- outfit;; this

Just standing there, she watched as three people raced by to the front of the house, and one boy falling through something. On the insdie, she laughed. She laughed histerically. But on the outside, she just looked at the house, in a daze. She watched the house shiver as the breeze gave Rose goosebumps. She watched the house groan as it wished for a blanket as Rose groaned when she couldn't keep herself warm.

Rose decided to give the house a name, but she would have to take everything into consideration. The way it was broken, maybe beyond repair, becuase of it's abandment for what might have seemed like hundreds of years. The way it moaned for company, for someone that understood it and it's problems. The way it wanted someone to come fix it all up. Rose decided to name the old, worn out house Rosemary, and she would refere to her as Mary.

When she'd realized it - a little too late - she was walking up to the house with her cigarette set up between her top and bottem lip, the tip of it light a deep orange. Dixie snapped back to reality quickly, picking up her pace and stepping up the staircase. Being a girl that barely ate, she didn't make Mary creak too much, but just a little becuase she figured that if your heart was broken, would you like someone stepping all over it? Even if the weight was light? Even if the foot prints weren't very heavy and didn't leave too big of a mark, you didn't want someone to walk all over you. Dixie watched Jack open the door, then say something that was blurred in her ears, just a whole bunch of mumbling was what she was hearing.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jake

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Jake gulped big, but followed everybody up to the house. After Jack joked, Jake felt a little better, but something still made him feel like he was falling off a cliff, about to hit the impact of the ground. Jake waited for someone to walk in first, not wanting to be that person, he stood in the back of the group. Sighing nervously, he popped in a cherry tootsie pop, and sucked on it loudly.

[V I N T A G E.]

_________________________________Jackson Collin

Jackson looked at them. "Well sissy, come on." He said as he began walking around. Slightly taking causion where he stepped and how hard he ran. He sat his flashlight down as he pulled out his smart phone. He pulled up Pandora, putting the speakers as loud as they could go, He began to listen to This is how you remind me By Nickleback. He sat his phone onto one of the dusty tables as it creaked as though it would crush under the small wieght of the phone. He noticed a stairwell and several doors on each side of the large home. "It looks like this place has been abandon for years." He muttered as he fumbled with a small feather pen in his hand. Jack looked back at the four as they cowered on the porch. Taking note of their appearences. Rose, looking as though she was in a daze. Jake, scared to his wits end as he sucked on a lolly pop like child. Then, there was Liana and Cody, Both showing excitement but yet, somewhat looking as scared as Jake. He looked around, humming along to the song he tested the first stair, It creaked loudly under his motorcycle boots. He sighed, flashing his flashlights up and down the walls, staring at the dusty paintings and pictures.

[-nutella love.]

[ And here come the nightmares. C:< ]

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Liana sucked in a deep breath and shook her head. She shouldn't be scared. She's been to plenty of haunted houses before! Those were fake, though, and simply had people dressed up in costumes. No, no, no. This place wasn't haunted at all, simply abandoned like Jackson said. She stepped inside, ignoring the groaning of the wood beneath her Vans. She ran a hand through her hair, some of the dust already making her lightly cough every now and then. She slowly peered around, taking a few steps farther into the house. She made her way over to the stairwell, running her fingertips across what seemed to just be metal for the handrail. The brunette slowly went to the left of the stairwell, approaching a doorway.

Glancing over her shoulder once, she motioned for the others to follow her. Looking back ahead of her, Liana stood in the doorway she saw. A kitchen. Everything was gone except for the kitchen sink and the counter top that was attached to it. As she looked around, she tried to step into the kitchen. As her right foot went down onto what she thought was tile, all that her foot hit was.. water? Okay maybe there was a water problem. Moving her gaze down, there wasn't just a puddle of water. The whole floor was water. It sat there, even having little waves. You couldn't see the bottom, either. "What the h--l?" She said out loud, confusion washing over her face.

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Cody felt knots form in his stomach as he watched both Jackson and Liana step into the house. It was obvious that no one was home by the way the inside was treated. No furniture, layers of dust upon dust, cobwebs in every possibly corner of the house. As he stepped inside he saw that there was no furniture except for a crumbled couch in the corner of the large, open room. The smell of rotting wood filled his nostrils, making him wrinkle his nose a bit. Gross. He peered at the few paintings that were left on the wall, seeing miscolored spots on the walls where paintings used to be. Shaking his head, he watched Liana travel towards a doorway.

Hearing what she said, he followed her to the doorway. "What is it?" He asked her, peering over her shoulder. At first he didn't see anything ,but after he few seconds he heard small little waves. Waves? From water? He looked around and made his way over to the couch he saw before. He ignored the spiders that crawled away, picking up what used to be one of the arms. After he got that, Cody made his way back to the kitchen, tossing the arm into the middle of where the ground should be. Instead of hearing a 'thunk', he heard a 'splash' and then the arm of the couch disappeared in the water. What was wrong with this place? It was like a mini-ocean in the middle of the kitchen.

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r o s e . j i n x . d i x i e

-- thoughts;; nothing wrong with druggies... -- actions;; walking around -- nightmare;; car crash -- with;; the crew -- status;; single -- outfit;; this

Hearing the voice of Jack she followed, and tried hard - really, very hard, honestly - to be in reality. No, no more being in a daze becuase that makes people think you're a drug addict.... But what's wrong with that? Huh, Mary? She asked the house a question that couldn't be answered by anyone, mainly becuase she wasn't saying it out loud. She walked in, trying to get a hold of herself. She watched as Jack put his phone and flashlight down, but something told her to keep everything on her. After looking up the stairs and around the place, she turned back to the other four whimps. "Come on guys, y'all are all scaredy cats," Rose chuckled a little at her remark, becuase she thought she was hilarious. Get it? she asked herself and the house again in her head. Because cats are for Halloween, and it's Halloween, we're in a somewhat haunted house, and they're scared.... And then, Dixie sighed as she realized she was trapped in her own world again.

Rose took another step into the house, hearing some noises that shouldn't have really been heard from her friends as she looked over Liana's shoulder at.... Water..... With little tiny waves in them..... Jeeze, this house has some plumbing issues.... She imediatly thought. Until Cody let somthing sink in there, and that's when she realized that if someone were to try and go swimming, chances are they'd probably drown. And that's also when Rose realized that Mary was trying to kill them - or her - or one of them, or some of them, but probably not only one of them.

[V I N T A G E.]

((Should Jack fall in?))

_________________________________Jackson Collin

Jackson silently watched the others walk up the large stairs as he looked back at the whimps standing in the doorway, waiting for something to pop out at them. "Lets go ya big sissies." He laughed as he tested the first step once more, not wanting to fall through because, who knows what could be under these steps. A basement? A dungeon? He thought as he advanced to the next step, Taking his time, testing each one before letting it shriek under his wieght. Jackson wasn't fat but, he was pretty tall and with being tall comes alot of wieght. Before he made his next move to the top step he stopped. Past these steps, is where the adventure begins He though. This night, would be the night he would tell secret stories, find hideaways, and hang with the people he had known since they were kids. He finally made it to the second story, scoping the scene, he noticed the once fancy tables, the dusty chandelier that creaked with agany every few seconds, wanting to plumet to earth any second. He looked at the balcony, The railing seeming it had come from a victorian masquerade ball. He slightly made a small step toward the oppisant direction of the others but, something stopped him. The three who had the guts to come inside the house and go up stairs, were cowering in the doorway of what once was a kitchen. He swiftly turned around heading toward the others, he squeezed through Liana and Cody, He almost stepped in, but, his foot went out from underneath him as he slipped and landed on the edge of the water. What the h--l He thought as his foot had dissapeared under the water. He sat there, flabbergasted as he pulled himself back, his foot soaking wet.

It brought the flashbacks from when he was a kid, at the pool hanging out with Jake, they were just about to go on the diving board when, the kid infront of him went up, he did a front flip and went under perfectly, the kid was about a year younger, innocence, written all over his forehead when, his mother began to panic. "Where'd he go?" He remembered whispering to Jake. They all sat there for a moment until the lifeguard dove into the water, The boys mother began to cry, cursing at the wind. The lifeguard came up the boy, his face blue, his eyes closed. Jackson remembered praying that the boy still was breathing, even when his chest wasn't moving. The lifeguard spent more then what seemed twenty minutes, the boy never came back to his mother, The woman called 911 they came as soon as she called, Jackson and Jake didn't see him being put onto the stretcher, Jack's mother, being pregnant, didn't want him seeing the death of a boy. But, the next morning, he saw the same boys picture in the obituary. Jackson never did go swimming after that. Jackson sat there, the visions of the boy, the nightmares he had the nights after that, the days he spent fearing the same thing would happen to him and now, he was a few feet from it happening.