<span style="font-style: italic">Welcome to Hell house ...or soon you will be welcome muwhahahahaha<br/><br/><br/>A fairly large house in upper main near the ocean has a history that is far from sane. It is revered by Christians, and presumed haunted or the house of the devil. This house is four stories and has one king size bedroom that housed the ruler of the house hold a long time ago.However the man's death is unknown and several paranormal investigators have passed through the house, in death. Every investigator has died except for one. Who keeps his identity very disclosed. Some say there never was a survivor. <br/><br/>The haunting is said to be multi-haunting not just one dead soul haunting it. Not just one person more like many which would fit the history of the house. But this fact has never been proven. It is an old house and the story constantly changes. To this day the tale is spoken to scare the towns people of carribou falls. Many scientists, and superstitious physics find the tale nearly skin crawling.<br/><br/>The house itself has passed through ownership by some stupid rich family that decided the house was worth something. This family is known as the velandrei family. Who to this day have never given up on solving the mystery of the forsaken house. <br/><br/>Sir Belasco was as some say a sick man. Belasco owned and built hell house in 1907. At that time he was inviting rich men and women to use the home as a hotel. But there was a catch to this. These men and women would stay the night at the Belasco house because of the horrors that took place inside the house. <br/><br/>It is said that the dining table was used as an example of showing men and women about the different ways of sex. He would drug his guests with what now people know as Ecstasy. Not only that this man went as far as to write his own bibel and create his own cathedral which connected the home itself. Inside the cathedral there are pornographic images all over the wall with god on a cross, many death acts have happened inside the cathedral.<br/><br/>But that is not the worst of the house. The theater where he would poison, or feed the guests with alcohol till they went on stage and did such grotesque things that  are far from speakable. <br/><br/>A letter was written by Sir Belasco to every guest that ever stayed there back when he was alive. Each letter was sprinkled with blood and was hand written. A letter similar to this was sent out to each guest that was researching this house. Whether to scare them away, or to give them the same effects the guests will never know. Or they will just have to find out. <br/><br/>"Dear ladies, and gents,<br/><br/>I sir Belasco welcome you to my lovely and endearing home. Shall everything make your day, and should hell face you in death just give it a giant fuck you. I am your hoster, and absolutely no harm shall be done to my lovely guests. I entrust no harm will ever come to you while you are under my protection.<br/><br/>From,<br/>	your dear Showcaser,<br/>		Sir Belasco." The letters were sent to 5 very interesting individuals. All picked for a purpose and all forced to learn what purpose that would be. The  velandrei family specifically picked these deranged and absolute strangers to one another for a reason. It would make the research of hell house all the more accurate. The research was for finding out if Hell house was livableâ€¦if it was possible to live and survive in that house. What moreâ€¦to raise a family. The elder of the velandrei family will either demolish the house if it is deemed unfit, and takes the lives of the inhabitants, or he will start rebuilding the house piece by piece. But the elder is 75 and the deadline  is set for a week because the elder only so little time left with the living. <br/><br/>The group had gotten the letter when the individual limos picked them up. Only two limos drove out and the group was split in two. Jasmine Sapphira, Xander Biskit in one limo and Caroline Rast, and  Rafael Vicci in another. The 5th candidate was homeless and was offered money as well to help the new group. He was being taken in a separate limo since her lived in the area to the house. He had heard the tales, and such now he would finally live the horror like everyone else. All the limos arrived safety and at the same time. It was time for the horror to begin. </span><br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>Jasmine Sapphira took two steps away from the limo. What stared her straight in the eye was a large mansion like house. The velandrei family swore they would have food and drinks delivered to their door step. But could she trust that family. She would not scratch out their being some sort of catch to this money. Her research told her plenty about the house. Is it worth death for this kind of money?<br/><br/>A slow and yet tingly feeling of death ran up her arm like an unwanted snake. She shivered but not from the cold. More from a feeling of dread. That everyone would die in this house. Her seemed to skim over the electric fence that surrounded the entire houseâ€¦everywhere except the front entrance, and the back entrance. She had heard that the back entrance led to the pond that Belasco himself supposedly owned back in the day. That was also known to have taken 3 lives. None of which drowned. Very odd cases.<br/><br/>Her eyes then switched to the limo that had pulled up behind the one she got out of. Herâ€™s was in-between the first limo, and the last. Ironic she was always the middle. She heaved a laugh while holding her bag of shit that was needed for this week long investigation as she would call it.<br/><br/>Though taking a step..just one inside that hell hole would be a whole other story in and of itself. She was unsure if this would get her anywhere in life. But she had a strong feeling that it would test every capability and resistance she has ever had.<br/><br/>Her head swiveled to watch the as she wants to call it<span style="font-style: italic">team</span>get of the limos. Leave it to her to be first to second to want to look around this old house. It wasnâ€™t everyday that one sees such an   extravagant old house. Though it was shrouded with darkness.<br/><br/>"So who wants to be the daredevil to wring that devil of a houseâ€™s door?" She asked as she turned to stare at her new roommates. They all seemed so quit. Shouldnâ€™t someone speak up or something? She ran a smooth hand through her thick curly dark brown hair in nervousness. New people werenâ€™t really her thing. But she would try and get along with themâ€¦as much as she could. "Well Iâ€™m Jasmine Sapphira and I do not wanna ring that door bell." She heaved a sigh. That went wellâ€¦for an introduction. A nervous giggle escaped her lips.