<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3636288#msg3636288">Quote from: dragonsen on September 15, 2010, 09:26:06 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Arthur followed the old woman up the stairs. He chuckled as he thought of all the bad horror shows that started like this. City folk come to a rural town, find a place to stay in an out of the way building and during the night someone begins killing them, one by one, in the most horrifying ways. That thought ran out as he got to the top landing. Smiling at his host, he went into the room she indicated and set his bag down.<br/><br/>"Thank you, ma'am," he said softly. "If you don't mind, I need to lay down for a bit. Being broke is tiring work. I'll be happy to get to those chores in an hour, if that is alright with you."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She lead the young man through a tidy oak paneled entry hall, into the front hall of the house.  A rounded stairway snaked along one wall, ending in a landing that covered the length of the room.  The walls of the hall were covered with a white and tan patterned wallpaper depicting hunting scenes.  Three framed entry ways led off into the rest of the house.  A gold framed painting hung on one wall.  It was a portrait of a properly turn out woman of advancing years, dressed in the height of late Victorian fashion.  Her face was lined and pinched, with stern brown eyes.<br/><br/>"Well come through young man.  What did you say your name was?"  The hostess paused in the hallway to let him admire it.  She and her brother had spent a year lovingly restoring it.<br/>[/color]<br/>OOC:  Things are picking up.  Please excuse any errors in this and my last post.  I wrote them on my mobile phone.  I will edit any mistakes at a later time.