Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 3 years, 5 months ago
Feast Points: 0 (8 All-Time)
House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (250/250)
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The house is derelict, rundown and with wreaths of mist swirling around it, completely and utterly abandoned by whoever used to own it and take care of it. Of course, that does not mean the structure is entirely devoid of sentient beings. You've heard the rumors, talk of a sort of ghost who resides in the crumbling building. Of a spirit whose only entertainment is the fearful screams of others, and who knows no compassion. They say he hurts for the mere sake of hurting, doing bad things for fun and watching his victims suffer. These are the kinds of things that are said about the creature who supposedly lives in this house. Of course, you're not entirely sure it's all true-although Rain does refuse to talk at all about it, which is suspicious-but either way, you've somehow ended up on the doorstep of this rotting household.
The day is gloomy, as if it was foreshadowing your arrival, and somehow it's colder near the house than it was in the village. Of course, there aren't other houses around to radiate heat, that's the rational thought, but it is still eerie nonetheless... You reach out and try the doorknob, and unsurprisingly, the door is unlocked. With a slight push, the door at first shows resistance, but then pops open with a creak from the hinges and a resounding thud when it bumps against the inside wall, which echoes throughout the household.
The inside appears even worse than the outside. Almost every window has been cracked open or is filled with spiderwebs, and shards of glass lie shining on the floor of wooden boards, where holes are scattered about. The furniture of desks, chairs and drawers is scratched and torn up, covered in dust with some even having white cloths haphazardly thrown over them. As if whoever had done it had wanted to get out of there fast. The air is so full of a combination of dust and mist that it's easy to see in any beam of light, and you find that it's surprisingly hard not to cough. All in all, it seems like the perfect abode for a malevolent spirit to reside.
After making your way through the rooms, careful not to fall through any of the holes in the floor, you spot a staircase leading up to the second floor of the house. You briefly consider leaving, but then again, you can never fully decide if a ghost lives in the house or not without having checked out every room. So, with that, you start up the steps. It's no small feat-the creaking of floorboards follows your every step, with some planks even threatening to give way, and you even have to skip a few steps because already a few steps have been reduced to nothing but web-filled chasms. Finally, after a rather perilous board nearly sends you tumbling down, you arrive at the top of the staircase.
While the bottom floor was more open, the second floor consists of a singular hallway with rooms on both sides. Most of the doors are closed, while only two are open. The one that is open is really nothing much to look at, just a mostly empty room with large scratches through the walls and a few worn toys lying on the carpet. As you continue down the hall, trying each doorknob as you go, you find that most of the doors are locked. The one that was unlocked only swung in about half a foot before something blocked it. Nothing too interesting, really. Looking turning your head, you look at the door at the end of the hall. It's slightly ajar, just begging to be explored.
Upon entering the final room, you feel a chill. It is much colder than all the other rooms you've been in so far. And somehow, despite how everything else in the run-down structure looks, this room looks almost brand new. As if everything in it had been meticulously cleaned and polished-the carpet was free of dust, the windows were clear, the drapes casually but purposefully set to the side while the furniture looked comfortable enough to actually use. Suddenly, that chill you felt just mere moments ago isn't just because of the cold. It's that uneasy feeling where you know someone had to have been here not long ago for this place to be in such a condition, and the unnerving feeling that you're being watched. You look around again-no one in sight. Not even the closet could hide the sinister stare of the unsavory creature you feel might be staring at you in that moment. For some reason, you get the feeling that whatever 'spirit' those back in the village were talking about isn't really a spirit of the dead at all-rather, just a creature that existed primarily on a different physical plane. Meaning that it could do much more than the average evil spirit. Lost in thought, you suddenly feel your eyes drawn to something laying on a dresser in the far corner of the room.
You find that the cleanest thing in the room is actually a handheld mirror.
You walk towards the object, the handle free of any smudges and the mirror polished so that it practically shone. If you looked hard enough, it was like it was the gateway to an alternate dimension. You stand over it, wondering if you should pick it up. Should you pick it up? Somehow, you feel drawn to it, like there's an instinctive urge inside of you telling you to pick up the mirror and just... stare. You repress the urges, but don't walk away. Instead, you look into the reflection. At yourself. The image of you is pristine, capturing every detail, but the area behind you is blurred, foggy, almost as if the mist had drastically increased and was obscuring everything behind you. You turn, and nothing was out of the ordinary. You look back at the mirror, and watch as the ceiling behind you becomes ever the more distorted, and soon is seems like it's swirling around. Out of the corner of your eye you can see that is not true, everything is normal, but for some indescribable reason you can not tear your eyes away from the reflective surface of the mirror. Then, something forms behind you. It starts with blurry colors of neon blue and dark purple in a messy blob, but then begin to take shape. As the ceiling behind you returns to normal, the colors become more detailed and refined. Soon you see ears and fur, bright pink stitches woven with such precision into the skin and fur that they must have been done by some sort of expert. A toothy smile with teeth sharpened to a point, and those wide eyes that bore into yours with such a malevolent stare. And then it speaks, and his voice is filled with a horrid, sinister glee.
"Oh, it's been so long since I've had a visitor here! You have no idea how hard it is to lure someone out here when their pretty little heads have already been filled with horridly misinterpreted tales of my misdeeds-sure I did those things they said I did, but for a different reason!-but I guess that doesn't apply to you! Now, are you going to pick up that mirror, or is the floor directly beneath you somehow mysteriously going to collapse and leave you a bloody mess on the floor below, hmm?"
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Village Relationships: Rain,
Reflection species and original art by EphemeralSys !
Paintie by 0okamiseishin !