<div class="floatright">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Fatal%20Frame%20RP/ed0cf5a0-35ab-4899-b813-6b898008d3ee_zps058f17ca.jpg)</div><br/><br/>"Where the hell am I....?" Kaelyn spoke, her voice soft and with a hint of fear. This place felt bad it felt....sour. Just looking around she could get a better idea of where she was. She was in a room, very dimly lit. Cobwebs appeared and floated in the air, and a dank smell filled her nostrils. This was not good. Not good at all. She quickly got herself up, swallowing her fear to get something of an idea of what this place was all about. Was it just a vivid dream? It wouldn't be the first time.<br/><br/>As she took in the room, she felt even more creeped out than before. Surrounding her were quite a few ancient looking ceremonial dolls of some sort. They all sat neatly in their rows, lined up along the walls. She couldn't explain it, it felt like she was being watched.<br/><br/>Kaelyn fought hard against her inherited madness, but when it came to ghosts she didn't think she was crazy. She<em>knew</em>there were ghosts, and she spent her time avoiding them with a passion. Now she somehow felt like she was stuck in a hotbed of spiritual activity from whence she would never leave. It chilled her, but she frowned. "I'm getting out of this god forsaken shithole." she said.<br/><br/>She looked where she'd been laying on the floor and saw her bag was with her, as well as her camera. She rummaged through to see if she had anything else, but alas she was sadly screwed. Swallowing hard, she grabbed her bag and tried to leave the room.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>