The Hollow: Dream House
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				Title: <strong>The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 08:19:20</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 00:14:04</strong>
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				Hollow manner was built in the late 1830’s by a young up and coming doctor and his wife. The doctor had high hopes for Maine, he had started up his own clinic in town and to his joy, his wife was expecting. Everything seemed to be working out as planned; he had built the house for his wife, a sturdy wrap around pouch to sit on in summer nights, or cold winter evenings with hot chocolate. It was perfect for a new, growing family. Six months later disaster hit the family, the doctor’s wife felt something wrong within her and when she looked down from cooking dinner, blood pooled on the floor, the baby had died. A year later after months of trying again, she had gotten pregnant, the celebrating was short lived however and she lost yet another baby.&nbsp; Falling into a deep depression, she cried hysterically for weeks on end, until one night, after they had just finished cleaning up dinner, she excused herself and walked up to the attic. A lone rocking chair sat in the middle of the room, she walked towards it a long piece of rope held loosely between her fingers. She looped the rope around one of the attics beams and noosed it, before tying it tightly around her throat. She was in so much pain, stepping up onto the chair she felt it rick beneath her, but she kept her balance long enough to close her eyes, take a breath, and when she opened her eyes, there was the doctor standing in the doorway. With a whispered “I Love You” she kicked the chair, her last image was of her husband running towards her, and then her neck snapped. <br><br>Four years later, in the year 1840, a terrible outbreak swept through all of the United States, hitting Maine the hardest. The poor doctor, having been ravaged mad with grief, became a man changed. He no longer smiled, his face forever frozen in a mask of seriousness, sometimes bordering sinister. His patients would come in to see him and he would find clever ways to put them under so he could experiment on them. He turned very morbid and dark. Granted for all the suspicion, he was an excellent doctor and one the people trusted. So it was only natural for his house to be used as a quarantine house for the TB outbreak. Dozens flooded his since empty house, commandeering the living room, parlor, all four bedrooms, and even the basement. For the outbreak the doctor staffed around twelve people to help, one nurse in particular was hired for her amazing naivety and blind trust, while others were hired for reasons less than ethical. The young nurse, a blonde, followed every instruction, questioned nothing, not even when the patients seemed to get worse. She had no idea the experiments happening in the basement. <br><br>“Joanne….Please get me some hot water.” The doctor turned to her pointing up the stairs, the patient on the table trembled and coughed, blood dripped from the corners of their mouth. <br><br>“Yes Doctor.” She nodded and rushed up the stairs her white shoes clicking on the wooden floors. Walking into the kitchen she removed her mask and breathed, she knew she shouldn’t have but it was stuffy in the house and so full of illness, it was almost claustiphobic. Hurrying with the water she heated a bucket on the stove, placing her mask back on before returning to the basement. <br><br>When she arrived she noticed the silence first, it cut through you, next she noticed the doctor blood spattered all over his coat, finally the patient, eyes opened in horror, mouth red as blood slowly dripped from the corners, and a slice in their stomach. Clutching the bucket tighter, least she drop it, Joanne handed it to him. No words were spoken; she turned and went back up stairs, checking on the children.<br><br><br>After the outbreak the people of the town grew wise of the doctor’s methods, he had killed more people than he had saved, and they wanted justice. The Doctor had died just as he had lived, the people mobbed his house, taking him to the basement and chaining him to his table. They took turns dismembering him. <br><br>Joanne died a few years later from TB; the exposure warred on her body through the years that she just started to deteriorate from the inside, leaving her bed ridden and coughing horribly, blood occasionally appearing in her handkerchief.&nbsp; &nbsp;In life she had always been drawn to Hollow Manner in one form or another, in fact before dying alone she had visited the house, walked the now empty rooms, and wondered if it could have been different. Well at least one side of her thought that. <br><br>Now in death she haunts the house, still being drawn to the energy within, drawn to the memories of blood, pain, and suffering, and to the house itself, the beauty that hides a horrible beast. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 07:41:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Helen.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Helen</span></span><br><br>Helen climbed out of their van and looked about with happiness, uncertainty and a bit of fear.&nbsp; They'd moved the family to this small town in an attempt to bring them all back together.&nbsp; Jack could commute or do much of his work from home here and her freelance job was entirely flexible.&nbsp; They were both worried about moving the kids, especially David who struggled with mild autism and the attendant difficulty with making friends.&nbsp; Their daughter Jessica was upset as well but she'd do better with making friends.&nbsp; She and her daughter were very, very close and while Helen had not told her of her suspicions of Jack cheating the girl was smart enough to have noticed the tension in the marriage and surely understood the reasons for their move.<br><br>She slid open the door and called out to both kids.&nbsp; Even living in the States for decades, there was a still a beautiful Irish lilt in her voice; "Come on guys, here is the new place.&nbsp; We're meeting the realtor to let us in, show us around and then the movers will be here tomorrow.&nbsp; We'll settle in with cots and sleeping bags.&nbsp; I want to sleep here tonight and get us all used to the place rather than just go off to a hotel."&nbsp; She glanced over at Jack and smiled at him.&nbsp; She certainly still loved him and hoped that they could rekindle their marriage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 22:13:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://kumpulanfoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Foto-Thomas-Dekker-34.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David</span></span><hr><br>David looked up from his PSP when his mom said, “Come on guys, here is the new place. We're meeting the realtor to let us in, show us around and then the movers will be here tomorrow. We'll settle in with cots and sleeping bags. I want to sleep here tonight and get us all used to the place rather than just go off to a hotel.”<br><br>He did <em>not</em> want to be here. He had not chosen to move away from the house he grew up in, from all of his friends and everything he knew. So far he hated his parents' plans, especially his mother seemed intend on starting up in a new place. <br><br>If there was any tension between his parents, then it was completely lost on David. He noticed that his parents didn't talk as much, and occasionally had an argument, but most of it passed by him unnoticed. He often sat with his headset in his room in front of the TV, as he played one video game or another. He would come out for dinner, but after that he'd go straight back to his room. If he wasn't playing some game, then he would be listening to music or something else that blocked out the background noise. <br><br>Now he had to redecorate his new room, in a new house and in a new city. The very thought of not being around anything familiar frightened him. He hated this idea and he hated this new house, however, he couldn't go back home either. <br><br>A sigh escaped from David's lips, as he turned off his PSP.<br><br><em>“I might as well find out what all the fuzz is about,”</em> he thought, as he climbed out of the van. <br><br>His sister Jessica and his parents seemed to handle this change so much better. It was a mystery to David how they could adjust so well to the idea of changing their life so dramatically.<br><br>He saw the house for the very first time as he looked up. David couldn't help but gulp. It was a lot bigger than he had thought it would be. A little bit of doubt started to seep into his mind, perhaps the house wouldn't be as bad as he thought. It seemed like an improvement over their former home.<br><br>One of his worries had been that he'd get the short end of the stick and end up with a very small room, but judging this house it seemed like that would be one concern less. The yard was also a lot bigger and there might even be a swimming pool in the back. Or perhaps he could somehow convince his parents to get a swimming pool. That would be nice to have in the summer.<br><br>There was, however, something odd about the house. David's imagination worked overtime, but he couldn't lay his finger on it. If anything, the house was definitely one of the past and probably had a rich history. That thought triggered other ideas and David soon found himself daydreaming about the past occupants and all the people who had owned it before them. It felt weird to live in a house that belonged to others, but then again, his parents had bought it, so now it belonged to them. He had to give this more thought before he could make up his mind about whether or not this was a good thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 04:08:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jack</span></span><br><hr><br>Jack sat in the drivers seat of the van looking at the house. He had actually had very little to do with its purchase, in fact he had little to do with most of the choices that had been made and looking at the home, he couldn't understand why it was so cheap to purchase.&nbsp; Perhaps it was a mistake and the previous owner simply was happy to sell the property in a economy that made selling a home, especially a home the size of the one he was looking at nearly impossible. <br><br>Helen and David had gotten out first, Jessica might have exited, but Jack was lost looking at the house that in truth he didn't want. A part of him sided with what must have been going through David's mind. He never understood most of what David did, or the reasons that he was the way he was, but the look on the boys face, pretty much said exactly how Jack was feeling. Helen had done the leg work and it was a lovely home, but Jack had to admit, he didn't like it. It was too big for one, the yard was going to require work that they didn't have to worry about in their previous home.<br><br>"I am actually tempted to call the movers and tell them to turn around.." He said to himself as he still hadn't moved to open the door. He loved Helen, always had an inspite of the thougts he knew she had, had never cheated on her. Yes, he looked at Rachel, his assistant a little to much; yes, he thought about a former sitter that the kids had once in a while, but showing up to watch them in a bikini top and cut offs will have that effect on a man.<br><br>Still he sat in the van. "I don't want to argue with you Honey, but didn't they have anything--I don't know--smaller? You sure this is the right house? It's rather ominous, and not in a good vibe sort of way." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 06:00:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Helen.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Helen</span></span><br><br>Helen was concerned as she looked at first David and then Jack looked dubiously at the house.&nbsp; She had invested so much into this move to bring their marriage back together and to knit the family more closely in the slower, more rural atmosphere.&nbsp; Jack just looked reluctant, angry even and David was even more withdrawn than normal.&nbsp; Her heart went out to both of them for being willing to make the move and try so hard with her.&nbsp; Of course sometimes she tried too hard and ended up doing more harm than good; she knew though that this was the best thing for the family.&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned over and kissed Jack, putting her hand on the back of his neck and rubbing his close cropped hair just like he enjoyed.&nbsp; "Oh darling, we'll have lots of room and it will be grand.&nbsp; We can hire a gardener with what we are saving on the mortgage.&nbsp; Come on, give it a try." As she spoke she noticed a young man in the house across the street that was watching them intently.&nbsp; Even as she moved to kiss Jack she met his eyes for a moment before she moved in and kissed her husband.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 06:16:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jack</span></span><br><hr><br>Jack returned the kiss, but his eyes kept falling to the house, drawn to it in a way, but more than anything wanting to start the car and go home. This, whatever it was, wasn't a home feeling. <br><br>"Helen..I love you and you know I love the kids and you are without a doubt the smartest woman I have ever known, but this..this isn't us." He eyes drifted to the house again.<br><br>"I say we grab David, and you call the realitor and we see if we can get our money back or look at another property..we took a chance on the pictures and it is lovely..it is, but I am not getting a good vibe on it..it's.." He stopped as he saw Helen's gaze drift to the guy that would be their neighbor.<br><br>"Yeah grab David..we are not living here..I will call the movers and we will turn them around..the old house hasn't sold, we will just pull it off the market and if we have to lose the money on this then it's on me..but no.."<br><br>Jack couldn't put his finger on it, but he had no desire to leave the van and while he admitted that the house was lovely, he had no desire to look at it, let alone go inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 10:33:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://kumpulanfoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Foto-Thomas-Dekker-34.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David</span></span><hr><br>David listened to the exchange of his parents, and he took hold of his mother's hand as he stood next to her. He had always felt more drawn to his mother than his father. He had a feeling she understood him better, whereas his father was more distant. David occasionally wondered why his father acted like that, but had come to the conclusion that his father might consider him to be 'damaged' due to his social handicaps. His father was a strong and confident man in David's eyes, while David had trouble connecting to just about everybody.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Maybe it won't be so bad, Mom,” David whispered, as he squeezed her hand.<br>&nbsp;<br>He was willing to give this new house a shot, despite his reservations. The last several days he had slowly come to terms with their new life. He had been forced to pack his belongings, and he could only fight his mother’s decision for so long. He had initially been very resistant, but when he learned that the deal had been sealed and the new house was bought, he had tried to see the positive side of things. Granted, there wasn’t a whole lot to be excited about, but at least he was with his family. Once he had decorated his room and his belongings had a new place, a sense of familiarity might return, and he hoped that would make this move more acceptable to him.<br><br>Right now, however, he was looking at his mother for emotional support more than ever before. Despite his reluctant acceptance, he couldn’t shake the thought that there was something odd about the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 22:25:33</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Gena_Rowlands_1245394846.jpg)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Name:</span></span></strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Joanne Fisher</span></span><br><br><strong>"Ah...I thought I heard voices...You must be the Morgan's!"</strong> A woman of about 61 came out from behind a shrubbery that lined the back to the house. She was all smiles, her pink lipstick a little to bright on her face, and her former blonde hair whitening from age. She looked like a sweet old grandmother, in jeans, a white shirt, pink spring jacket and a colorful scarf that wrapped her throat. <br><br>Walking towards Helen she held out her hand.<strong> "Mrs. Morgan?....I am Joanne Fisher, We spoke on the phone."</strong> She smiled looking at the family, yes they would do just nicely in the house. Turning her eyes back to Helen, she glanced over her shoulder spotting Jack. Her eyes widened a bit and just for a second her face morphed, or at least seemed to. <br><br>The face that stared at Jack was young, beautiful, and slightly seductive before morphing back into the old woman again. Her smile never wavering. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 00:13:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a7/Delicate-Redhead-Teen.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jessica</span> <br><br><hr><br>Jessica looked at the house as they slowly parked on the entrance, the house looked way bigger than what they really needed. She stayed in the car for awhile looking at her family talk with each other, she could not hear them due to the blasting music on the earphones that were in her ear. She sighed as the old woman finally came to view, getting out of the van finally with her hands on her pocket she looked at her family and shrugged. “I&nbsp; don’t like the house, we should had stayed in our old house, my friends were there!. Now I have to earn the trust of people I barely even know!, do you think that is fair?”. She shook her head and looked at the house once more, a shiver went down her spine as she finally took off the earphones and set them inside her pants pocket. <br><br>“I am with dad on this one mom, I want to go back to our home… not this thing of a house” she hated moving away and she hated getting in the popular crowd of the school she was going to go. Getting into that group of people were always hard and they always play pranks on the new people. Taking a deep breath she shook her head and looked at her mother with a really pissed off look on her face. “I really hope you are happy mom, because I sure ain’t happy about it. You only thought of yourself there, I clearly didn’t wanted to move and you forced us to do it”. Shaking her head she looked at the old lady and sighed, “Let’s get this over with”.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 00:47:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jack</span></span><br><hr><br>Jack was still sitting in the van, both of the kids had voiced their opinions and though he suspected that Helen had listened to them, he had to admit the attraction to the house seemed to be solely on her shoulders.<br><br>"Honey, Helen, let's just go find a nice hotel and perhaps the realitor can show us something else in the morning. Sure she must have other properties..maybe something a little newer, old houses need a lot of work and you know David wants a pool..I am not sure if that is wise or not, but.." Jack looked to the woman that approached the van, some up and comer he supposed that was trying to make a commission, in the end they didn't care if the house was the right fit for the family, it was just about earning their cut and moving on to the next group of suckers shelling out money for a property they couldn't afford and couldn't get rid of if the worst was to happen.<br><br>This was slightly different as the house was with in their price range, well under it actually, but he couldn't explain the chill it gave him. "Jessie, grab your brother.." He said as he sighed, it was about time he took the reigns back, Helen wasn't responding and the realitor was just standing there with a pleasant smile on her face. "Go get David..I am sure Ms. Fisher has other properties we can look at." Jack was already moving to start the van as he waited. "I don't mean to be rude or disrespectful, and I am sure it's a lovely home..I am sure it is, but it's just not the home for us." Jack was trying to get his wife's attention. "Helen! Snap out of it..it's a family vote and I am siding with the kids." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 09:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://kumpulanfoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Foto-Thomas-Dekker-34.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David</span></span><hr><br>David let go of his mother’s hand when the realtor appeared. If the house was odd, than the realtor really got to him. He tilted his head and gave the woman a critical look. He had seen this kind of person before, but until now he never interacted with them, not even if they stood right in front of him.<br><br>This time, however, she even talked.<br><br><em>“She doesn’t belong in this time, what is she doing here? She’s not supposed to interact with us, only to witness,”</em> David thought.<br><br>This made no sense at all, but he knew better than to voice his opinion.&nbsp; It was an unwritten rule to him that he never talked about the weird things he saw on a daily basis. It was bad enough for him to discover that he was autistic, people were going to have a fit if he told them about the anomalies he encountered on a daily basis as well. He tried to adjust and fit in as well as he could, and he was intelligent enough to realize that telling stories about how trains appeared out of nowhere, or how people from the past or future walked among them, would get him labeled as insane.<br><br>The momentary morph of her face did not go unnoticed by him, and he he thought, <em>”Curious, they never did that before. Maybe this is a new kind of person?”</em><br><br>David walked around the woman with an inquisitive look. She might have broken the unwritten rule of not interacting, he still intended to upkeep his part of that rule and he wouldn’t talk back to her. Besides, she was already interacting with his parents. Teenagers were never very interesting to elderly people. At best they found them to be an annoyance.<br><br>He glanced at the house again, but the more he looked at it, the more there seemed to be something odd about it. Still, so far ‘odd’ had never stopped him. He wasn’t afraid of all the oddities in his life, it was just… different. <br><br>Having completed his round around the woman, he stood next to his mother again, holding his peace of the things he had noticed. If his family members saw what he saw then he was sure they’d comment on it. It’d be a first time though, nobody ever saw what he saw, and he’d be greatly surprised if they did this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 06:37:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Helen.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Helen</span></span><br><br>Helen wilted a bit as she faced the inevitable resistance to the house, to the move, to everything she had planned.&nbsp; She knew she could be stubborn and even willful at times.&nbsp; It had led to troubles with Jack before but this time she was certain of what she was doing.&nbsp; &nbsp; Helen smiled down to David and squeezed his hand as he whispered an encouraging word.&nbsp; "Thanks honey, that means a lot to me."<br><br>She was lost in her own thoughts as the realtor approached.&nbsp; Helen was not going to give up on this place and mustered her strength.&nbsp; "Jack, David, Jessica, I know there is some reluctance to move in here but please at least look at the place first."&nbsp; She looked at Jack and tried to smile at him.&nbsp; "For me at least, please..."<br><br>Helen turned back to the old lady as David moved to walk around her looking at her.&nbsp; She couldn't dismiss his strange behavior but now was not the time to embarrass him by talking about it.&nbsp; "Hi Mrs. Fisher, I'm Helen."&nbsp; She extended her hand;&nbsp; "Thanks for meeting us here. This is my husband Jack, my son David and my daughter Jessica.&nbsp; We'd like to see the house if you don't mind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 06:52:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a7/Delicate-Redhead-Teen.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jessica</span> <br><br><hr><br>Jessica looked at the house from where she was, to her it was nothing but a old beaten down house. Looking at the old woman she shrugged and shook her head. The fact that her mother took her away from her normal life because of problems with her marriage pissed her off, if she wanted to solve he problem then she had to do it with her husband and not moving away. To Jessica she was just running away from whatever problem they faced. Moving her hair behind her head she looked at her mother and sighed, "Mom... I truly love you and you know it. However why did you had to move away instead of facing the problem with dad?. I....I really don't know about this house, I hate being the new girl in school, I left Sasha and Katty back in our old town, I lost my two best friends...". She took a deep breath and looked at her, "Let's make a deal mom, let's be here for awhile. If things don't work out let's move back to the old place even if we have to look for a new house back there. That way David can have his friends back, I can have my old life back and you guys can work things out".<br><br>She looked at the old lady and sighed, "I am sorry about my rudeness lady, I guess it will not be the worst thing if we look at the house". Smiling she looked at her mother and smiled approaching her and hugging her tightly whispering in her ear, "I love you mom, I will try my best for you but also please make that promise to me?". Jessy smiled looking at her mother and kissing her cheek before looking back at her father, "So dad, let's give mom the bit of the chance, if things don't work out then we can move back to where we were living, okay?". She grinned walking to him and making her sad puppy face thing that worked on her father every time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 06:54:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jack</span></span><br><hr><br>Jack still remained in the van, frozen almost in place. "I can see it from here." Jack started the van. "It's too big and it's too old." He loved Helen, he did but he wasn't going to budge on this..it would take a miracle to get him to leave the van.<br><br>HIs eyes drifted to the house next door, the young man there had been joined by a young woman, a nice looking couple. He couldn't tell how old they actually were from were the van sat. "You want to live here Helen, then fine, but I am not going to look at it and I am not going to suject Jessica and David to it." Jack looked at his son, who's own expression he wasn't sure he had seen before exactly. <br><br>"I mean look at your son for Christ's sake..Thank you for the opportunity, but we want to see another house." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 08:11:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://kumpulanfoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Foto-Thomas-Dekker-34.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David</span></span><hr><br>David had a look of hope in his eyes, after he heard Jessica's suggestion. It did sound like the best of both of worlds. He was willing to give his mother's wishes a shot because he loved her, but at the same time he knew it would be hard to start here without any friends at all. <br><br>“Can we please do that, Mom? Can we please move back if things don't work out?” he asked her. <br><br>He had never learned to look at his mother with puppy eyes like Jessica did, but the intonation in his tone of voice was one of a drowning person holding onto a lifeline.<br><br>He shot his father a dirty look, however, and told him, “At least Jessy and I are trying. If we're going to move anyway, we might as well see this house first. The movers are coming tomorrow and you know we can't stay in a hotel for more than one night, the movers need a place to put all of our belongings. I don't know what you've done to upset Mom, but you of all people have the least excuse not to see this house.”<br><br>He hadn't liked the tone of his father, but couldn't figure out what his problem with his son was. He felt like he was treated like a retard by his dad. His father couldn't be farther from the truth, however, since it was usually it was the other students who had trouble keeping up with David. <br><br>On top of that David held his father responsible for their current situation. Most of the fighting had gone lost on him, but he knew that his mother accused his dad of something, and that whatever it was, was bad enough to make her want to move away. Although his mother could be irrational at times and difficult for David to understand, she had never done something like this before. All he wanted was for life to return to normal, and the sooner they had a place to live, the sooner he could have some normalcy back in his life. The uncertainty of the situation was one of the worst things David ever had to deal with. He wanted to know what he could expect, so he could at least make some new plans for his future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 14:15:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Gena_Rowlands_1245394846.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Name:</span></strong> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Joanne Fisher</span></span><br><br>The tension buzzing between this family was so palpable it would take a blind, deaf, and dumb man not to notice. Joanne had shaken Helen's hand and remained quiet as the little family feud took place in front of her. She shifted acting like this was uncomfortable to her, when in fact it was perfect. The dissension in the family that was already in place would make her life,so to speak, so much easier. Turning her head to the father's voice, his authority ringing out from the van made her want to burst into laughter, this move obviously was because of him, and was important to his wife. Clearing her throat she folded her hands in front of her and smiled apologetically. <strong>"The next house for sale is about four and a half hours south of us, this isn't a neighborhood with a lot of new folks, deep roots and all that."</strong> She tried to explain in a sing song type voice that sounded much younger than she was. <br><br>She ignored the boy who had been circling her, he seemed to see her which was odd, but maybe she could use that to her advantage.....Shaking off the thought she turned back to Helen. <strong>"I would love to show it to you...It is a beautiful old house.....and might surprise you once inside."</strong> She spoke the last part to Jake though her dewy eyes stayed on Helen. <br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 22:38:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Helen.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Helen</span></span><br><br>Helen's face changed to deep concern and care as Jessica spoke of her sacrifices and desires with the move.&nbsp; They had been over much of this before again and again with the discussion of the move but it had not really hit home for Helen until they all stood as a family in front of the house.&nbsp; Her heart went out to her daughter but she knew that they would all be stronger as a family and individuals if she and Jack could work things out.&nbsp; "Jessy, I promise that we'll move back if things aren't working out.&nbsp; Just give us six months and then we'll go back home and live in a trailer if we have to.&nbsp; It is so important to me that we all are happy."&nbsp; She knew that Jessy at least was well aware of the problems between her parents and her words confirmed her supposition.&nbsp; Helen hugged her daughter back, tears of emotion in her eyes and whispered in return.&nbsp; "I love you too Jessica. Thank you for your patience darling while your father and I work out our issues.&nbsp; It will make us so much stronger in the end."<br><br>She reached out her hand for David as she kept Jessica snuggled tightly against her.&nbsp; "Of course David, we'll head back if this doesn't work out.&nbsp; In the meantime you two can pick rooms and get settled in.&nbsp; We can drive by the high school and the mall and start to learn more about the town."<br><br>Jack's response chilled and saddened her.&nbsp; "Come on darling, both kids are willing to give it a try.&nbsp; If you want to spend the night in the hotel go ahead but at least come and be part of the family and look the place over.&nbsp; We can sleep together on blankets on the floor just like when we were first married if you want to spend the night here."<br><br>Helen turned to the old woman her face blushing with embarrassment as the family's arguments were played out in public.&nbsp; All she could do was put on a bold face of it and move on.&nbsp; "See Jack, there is nothing else around here.&nbsp; Let's at least check it out."&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; "Thank you Mrs. Fisher, we'll love to see the place."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 22:46:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jack</span></span><br><hr><br>"Great she's moved us to fucking Mayberry." Jack cussed under his breath as he shook his head. "If the nearest other property is four and a half...hours..mind you..not miles..hours." Jack closed his eyes.<br><br>"How in the hell do you think this place is going to have a God Damned MALL!" To be honest Jack wasn't even sure why he was fighting it so hard, or being so difficult. <br><br>"Have you checked your cell phones..how happy are the kids going to be once they realise they get no reception and can't text or call their friends." Jack looked at the house next door again. "Fucking great..now the neighbors are coming over..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 22:48:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a7/Delicate-Redhead-Teen.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jessica</span> <br><br><hr><br>Jessica sighed and scratched the back of her head, somehow this house gave her the creeps however she was willing to give it a go for her mother. She always had her mothers back and that would never change, the fact that this house was new to all of them just proved that fact. Taking a deep breath she decided to be the first one to face the house and walked to it. She moved past the old lady and just walked inside the old beat up house.<br><br>The house was rather big on the inside, work had to be done to the house however it was nothing that her father could not handle. Taking a deep breath she looked around the house, somehow she didn’t feel right being in here, she could see why her father was so nervous around the house. “Ghost don’t exist, silly father” she shook her head and brushed her worries at the back of her mind as she looked around the house going ahead to check each room so she can pick up hers.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 23:05:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jack</span></span><br><hr><br>Jack, still sitting in the van, watched as his daughter barged off and entered the house. "Great! Just Great! This is all on you Helen..The old house is still for sale..all I have to do is call and we can go home..this isn't home..you are so hell bent that I am doing something wrong and all I have done is work to give you and the kids a home and you strip me of that and buy....that!" Jack looked on as the neighbor stopped, looked at the van and then to Helen and David, but didn't see the realitor.<br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/Evan-peters-photo-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Peter</span></span><br><hr><br>"Have car troubles?" He asked as he smiled at the two, then looked to the guy in the van. "There nothing in that place, but town folklore..I'd suggest getting her out of there before she hurts herself..no one goes in there and comes out alive." Peter looked at the house then to Helen again. "Hollow Manor is not a proper home..all it's good for is Halloween tales and cheap rent for the neighbors." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 23:08:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://kumpulanfoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Foto-Thomas-Dekker-34.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David</span></span><hr><br>David was relieved to hear his mother's words, and he took her hand. The entire scene seemed so surreal. An old house, a woman who didn't belong here, yet was talking to them, his father who seemed to be losing it, his mother who insisted on staying and finally, his little sister who seemed to know a lot more about what was going on than he was.<br><br><em>“Why does it all have to be so complicated?”</em> David thought, <em>“It'd be so much easier if we had moved to somewhere closer to our old house. Mom must realize that Dad will still be traveling a lot due to work. If the problem is that he's not home enough then this whole moving thing won't change that a bit either. If anything, it'll only get worse! Maybe I should just ask her what's going on when things calmed down a little and we're alone. Maybe then I understand what's going on.”</em><br><br>David's ears perked up, however, when he heard that they got to pick their own room. He figured that the master bedroom would go to his parents, but with a house this size that would probably still leave plenty of options. He hoped that he could get a secluded room, preferably one that faced the shadow side of the house. That way that annoying sun glare wouldn't hit the monitor and get in the way of playing video games.<br><br>To David, their current problems seemed forgotten already, and he was making plans for the room he hoped to get. If the room turned out to be a vast improvement, then his mother wouldn't have a lot of difficulty to convince him to stay either. <br><br>He felt excited at the prospect of exploring the house now, and asked, “Can we go in, Mom?”<br><br>Once more David ignored the strange realtor lady. He didn't want to appear rude, but he simply had no business with the likes of her either. After all, <em>she</em> broke his rule, even if it was a rule he hadn't told anybody about. Nobody had ever broken this rule before, and he found it strange that she had. He would ponder the meaning of this question later, right now he felt too excited about picking a new room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 23:18:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Gena_Rowlands_1245394846.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Name</span></span></strong>: <strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Joanne Fisher</span></span></strong><br><br>Joanne saw that she was losing them fast and laughed at the husbands stubbornness. "Well of course we have a mall, a very nice one and yes we are up with the times and have a cell phone tower as well as internet hook up." She turned her head as Jessica disappeared into the house. Well hopefully that will move things along, get the children excited. <br><br>When David asked about going in Joanne took the liberty of replying. "Your sister seems to have already gone in, why don't you follow her, go and find your room." Her smile was in place until the neighbor boy showed up, Peter had always been a nuance, chatty and negative. <br><br>"Now please those are just stories, He is trying to frighten you." She spoke to Helen in a low voice, knowing full well that Peter couldn't see her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 23:29:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a7/Delicate-Redhead-Teen.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jessica</span> <br><br><hr><br>Jessica went upstairs and looked around the rooms, she often times picked up the room that was farthest away from the rest so she could have some privacy. Being a woman meant that she had her moments where she wanted to be alone and not let her little brother bother her with anything of his. She walked to the room that she considered to be apart from the rest and nodded, it was a simple room with two windows which was perfect for her. The view of the windows were amazing as well much better than her house on the city.<br><br>She dropped her bag on the floor making a point that this was her room. She began looking around the room and checking on the closet to see if there was something left from the old tenants. Looking around the closet she hoped to find something that she could see or even sell for a couple of bucks, who knows things that are old often times cost more than new things.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 23:51:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://kumpulanfoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Foto-Thomas-Dekker-34.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David</span></span><hr><br>David was actually shocked that the woman spoke to him directly. A cold shiver ran down his back. He definitely had to give this more thought, and soon too. He couldn't let the rest of his family know about his conclusions though, they'd declare him insane. He knew that he regularly saw things that others didn't see, but that didn't make them less real. In fact, he couldn't just <em>see</em> things, he heard, smelt and felt them as well.<br><br>When he was a small boy he once seen a train appear out of nowhere, and he remembered the sound it made as it rushed down the street. He even noticed the leafs on the ground whirling up as the train passed by on its track. Once the train appeared out of sight, the track it had ridden on also vanished. It had occurred in broad daylight, and it wasn't the only time he saw that particular train. There were several other incidents as well, voices that he heard of his parents, while they were for a night out and a babysitter was watching them. He had tried to find his parents, but the babysitter confirmed him that they were gone and that he should go back to bed.<br><br>Unlike now, however, he had always felt safe, and blamed it to his active imagination. It never felt like the experiences could touch him, would invade his personal space. This woman, on the other hand, was of a completely different level. She appeared to be... sentient. Yes sentient and aware of her surroundings, unlike all the others he had witnessed. They at least treated their environment as if it was normal. It felt as if this woman was aware that something strange was going on, she wasn't in David's control and that by itself was a scary thing. He had always been in control of his imagination.<br><br>She scared the hell out of David and he made a mad dash towards the house, running after his sister. The last thing he wanted to do was to acknowledge the woman's presence, to let her know that he took notice of her.<br><br>The first floor was huge and had lots of rooms. Right now those also weren't very interesting and could wait until later. His sister had a knack for claiming the same kind of room he was after, and he dashed on the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. A quick review of the second floor told him that the room across the stairs would fit his needs perfectly, and he claimed that one as his. Jessy had picked the room the farthest away from the stairs, right next to his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 03:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jack</span></span><br><hr><br>"Helen" Jack looked to the man that joined them, though he looked much closer to the age of their kids now, older but not by much. "Even the neighbors say don't go in, that has to stand for something..listen to your gut..when the kids come out..we leave and if we have to drive five hours..so be it..but listen to the neighbor...it's not the home for us..for anyone." <br><br>Jack looked at the home, suddenly it was starting to look like it was in much better repair than it had before, like it had been feeding on his anger, but that only happened in the movies. "Helen..if you love me at all you will end this foolishness and when the kids come back out..we leave and find something else. I am...I am...not going in to look at it..this young woman here is very good at her job I am sure, but I will not live here. Our home is back in Seattle..remember Seattle..Helen..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 05:51:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Hirem_Mitchell.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Hirem Mitchell</span></span><br><hr><br>It had taken all the energy Hirem had to manifest himself, the anger from the father had certainly helped and the feeling of the pending turmoil fueled him in ways that he hadn't experienced in at least a century. Joanne had been lucky as she had made it out and returned, Hirem hadn't been that lucky. He still loved the house though, it's walls, floors, it's secrets.<br><br>It took him a bit, but he managed to appear from behind a nearby tree, then come walking down the sidewalk. He had been lucky much like Joanne that they had some knowledge of the technology that had advanced over the last 170 years. <br><br>He saw the neighbor boy, what was his name? Well he wasn't a boy..in his time he would have been married and likely had chidren on the way by his age, but times had changed. Peter? yes that was it. Hirem stepped in beside Helen and Joanne, Peter had not aknowleged his nurse so he assumed he was not able to see her, but he was not emotionally attached ot the house, so it was not surprising, most in the town avoided the entire block if they could help it. Hirem had been trying to get Peter into the house for at least the last five years, only succeeding once, though Peter didn't remember it. <br><br>"Joanne..how good to see you, finally selling this grand old house are you?" He asked as he looked to the man in the van, his hand slipping to Helen's ass as he smiled, he wasn't sure if he was strong enough that the woman would feel it, but she was beautiful to look at.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 06:48:53</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Gena_Rowlands_1245394846.jpg)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Name:</span></span></strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Joanne Fisher</span></span><br><br>Joanne had been silent, again trying to meld into the background while the adults seemed to be having a little argument, it must be worse than Joanne had originally thought. The mistrust was so dominant you could almost cut it with a nice. It was feeding part of her, the anger and mistrust sinking into her body. She pressed her lips together and warded off the temptation to morph, so instead she turned her eyes towards one of the trees in the front yard.<br><br>A shape appeared and a man formed walking towards her. She raised her eyebrow questioningly before giving him a tight smile. "Mr. Mitchell, how good of you to join us....I hadn't realized you would be here." She turned to the bickering couple, out right ignoring Hirem's attempt to fondle Mrs.l Morgan. "Mr. and Mrs. Morgan....This is Dr. Hirem Mitchell, he is the previous owner..." She licked her lips and introduced the <em>good</em> doctor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 07:07:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Hirem_Mitchell.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Hirem Mitchell</span></span><br><hr><br>Hirem tried to smile, but found it difficult. "Previous owner, not exactly." He replied, his hand still on Helen's ass as he looked at Peter again. "I am the seller, but I have found that no one truly owns the grand home, she is a force all her own." He did smile at that.<br><br>"As for being a Doctor..I am afraid that was my....father.." He said as he looked at Joanne, but only momentarily. "I was taking a walk and saw the..." He searched for the word, horseless carriage wasn't right. "Van, had heard that someone was looking at her so the snoop in me had to investigate." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 08:47:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://kumpulanfoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Foto-Thomas-Dekker-34.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David</span></span><hr><br>David wandered through the house. Although the second floor wasn’t as large as the first floor, compared to their previous house the floor was huge! It looked like he and Jessica could easily claim the entire second floor for themselves. In fact, he didn’t even know what they’d do with all the space. Next to two bedrooms and a bathroom, there was also a hobby room and a game room. The latter in particular was really large.<br><br>If he could get the bedroom he was after then he didn’t even had any business with the other two rooms. All his hobbies and games could easily find a place in his own room.<br><br>Then there was the first floor, despite the house being old fashioned and in need of repairs, there was definitely a lot of potential. The kitchen was old fashioned and outdated, but David was sure that with the money his parents saved out on the price of the house, they could easily afford to buy a modern state-of-the-art kitchen. <br><br>Next to the large kitchen and breakfast room, there was also a pantry and a dining room. If he was honest to himself, he didn’t even know where he should sit whenever he had something to eat. In their previous house their dinner table used to be in the living room, but it was obvious that this would not be the case now. The office would probably go to his parents so they could do their jobs, but it was large enough to offer him a quiet place to make his homework as well, and then there was the master suite and master bathroom.<br><br>David would be surprised if they didn’t end up with a Jacuzzi. That would actually be even better than a swimming pool, since you could use a Jacuzzi all year round. Just when David thought things couldn’t get any better, he also discovered a stairs that led down to a spacious basement. It even featured its own kitchen. With their previous house this would be where they’d put the washing and dryer machines, but those already had their own separate room on the first floor.<br><br>“My God…” David whispered, “This place is insane. It’s so, so… BIG!”<br><br>Any angst he felt about leaving their old house behind was quickly disappearing. Now if he could only find one or two good friends to hang out with then he’d be all set.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>28-10-2012, 06:26:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jack</span></span><br><hr><br>Jack looked at the realitor and then to the man that was a doctor, but wasn't a doctor or his father was a doctor, he didn't give a damn. "Helen! Get in the God Damn car..we are not living here..I told you the house is too big and you choose to ignore me and now the kids are in there and doing who knows what..get in the damn car." <br><br>He looked at Peter, who admittedly seemed like a decent young man, least he admitted that the house was not worth their time. <br><br>Jack started to honk the horn, the effect actually causing the one <em>man</em> to back up from his place between Helen and Joanne. "I don't care..we will drive ten hours if we need to I am sure this is a wonderful little sleepy town, but we are going back to Seattle where we belong..I should have just told Ed that this was a phase and and I would be to work on Monday, but no I had to accept the damn office in Bangor just to shut you up on this idea..I love you but damn this is not what we need." Jack was getting more and more angry every second and he couldn't figure out why. It was true that he was against this idea and that he made sure their house in Seattle was secure, because he would live there himself if he had to, but now he was getting pissed and still he didn't know why.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 09:29:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Helen.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Helen</span></span><br><br>Helen nodded to the young man that crossed the street to speak to them.&nbsp; He was handsome and seemed bright and intelligent.&nbsp; As well he was young and might even be a friend for David if the age difference was not too great.&nbsp; She smiled at him;&nbsp; "Oh hi Peter.&nbsp; I'm Helen Morgan and this is my husband Jack.&nbsp; My kids there are Jessica and David." She watched as the two disappeared inside the house with only a short wave to David as he departed.<br><br>Jack's anger seemed suddenly worse than it had ever been and she started to forget that they were in the presence of strangers.&nbsp; Normally she would never argue in public but something seemed to drive her, to reflect Jack's anger and feed it back at him.&nbsp; "Come on Jack, you agreed to at least try this.&nbsp; I know you were reluctant but damn it give it a try!"&nbsp; She looked at him strangely as he spoke of a young woman showing them the house.&nbsp; Helen glanced over at Joanne and wondered at the slip of the tongue.<br><br>Then he tried to pull the love card on her and Helen partially bristled and melted.&nbsp; She heard the appeal in Jack's voice and wanted to please him, to mend their relationship.&nbsp; But something, her Irish tempter flared and she shook her head.&nbsp; "Come on Jack, drop the anger.&nbsp; You're just flaring up like you've done in the past.&nbsp; Remember the counselor told you to work on that?"<br><br>Further words were cut off as a middle aged or slightly older man approached.&nbsp; She nodded to him as Joanne introduced him.&nbsp; This was a stroke of luck meeting someone who knew about the house, even if we was not the direct owner.&nbsp; Then he placed his hand on her ass and she stared at him.&nbsp; For the longest moment she could not move, could not speak.&nbsp; Her ass was no longer rock hard and tight as it had been when she was twenty, before two kids and a job and husband.&nbsp; Rather it had rounded out nicely providing her with a mature, womanly profile that spoke of experience and continued dedication to keeping her figure trim and taunt.<br><br>Helen was silent for a while as the man's hand held her pinned and filled her with a strange, frightening sense of desire.&nbsp; She looked at Jack as he raised his voice at her, anger building but her voice was mute.&nbsp; Finally when he honked the older man removed his hand from her and she started.&nbsp; Anger spilled out of her, stoked to a fire in just the last few minutes and she tore into Jack with a strange glee.<br><br>"Damn it Jack!&nbsp; What the hell are you honking the horn at me for.&nbsp; That's damn rude.&nbsp; I can't believe you were such an asshole to do that." She stepped close to the car and leaned in the passenger side window.&nbsp; "You stop this bullshit right now," her mouth uncharacteristically foul, "Calm down and come with me to get the kids out of the place.&nbsp; We can spend the night locally in a hotel and come back here in the morning when we've all settled down from the trip."<br><br>[Sorry for the lag, I think I caught up!]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 11:28:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jack</span></span><br><hr><br>Jack tried to lower his voice as Helen leaned over into the van. He had all he could do to restrain himself from screaming at her and honking the horn again, what he didn't see was Hirem grab Helen's ass again, she might have thought her body had started to fail her, but it was far from the truth in others eyes.<br><br>"There is something...something wrong here.." He said as low as he could. "I can't stop it..." Suddenly he raised his voice..<br><br>"I drove here didn't I? Now yell for the kids to join us and get in the fan. I am sure that the realitor is a fine girl..but this isn't what we need." He almost snapped as his face got red and his veins started to appear. <br><br>"I feel like I am suffocating." He said as he looked at Helen as he saw Hirem literally walk into the neighbor. He was unable to speak, he had to be hallucinating.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 02:43:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Helen.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Helen</span></span><br><br>Helen stiffened and her mouth opened in a gasp as Hirem squeezed her ass again.&nbsp; She still couldn't say or do anything about it although by now her body was tingling with arousal and her nipples were pressed rather firmly against her light sun dress.&nbsp; She reached out to touch Jack's forearm as he spoke about his doubts.&nbsp; She felt the same way with this fondling of her ass and the strange way he was looking at Joanne.&nbsp; But his anger washed away any measured response as he yelled at her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes damn it you drove here and once again your anger is ruining everything." Her face was flushed with anger and arousal, a potent and heady combination.&nbsp; "Why don't you get your ass out of the van and come in with me to get the kids rather than screaming and honking from the curb.&nbsp; We look like a bunch of idiots standing here arguing in front of strangers!"<br><br>She did not notice the painfully cute blond girl behind her back come walking across the street like a dream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 02:46:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/Lily_Robertson_Avi.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Lily</span></span><br><br><hr><br>Lily came walking across the street up to Peter and looked over at the two strangers arguing.&nbsp; The woman was beautiful despite being in her late thirties or early forties and had a charming Irish accent.&nbsp; The man, oh the man was ruggedly handsome and she felt her nipples tighten as her loins churned.&nbsp; Lily had always had a thing for older, stronger men and this guy looked delicious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 03:29:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Name: Jack</span></span><br><hr><br>Jack huffed as he set the locks on the doors, finally seeing a vision walk behind the van. "I am not going in there Helen. If you won't listen to me or.." He stopped as he heard Hirem's voice but didn't see him anymore saying that he wished them well and was going to continue his walk.<br><br>"Helen if you won't listen to me then..listen to..what was your name?? Peter? Or this girl here that must be with him..The realitor is just trying to sell us the house..well she already did that didn't she..well we don't want it!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hollow: Dream House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 13:58:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://kumpulanfoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Foto-Thomas-Dekker-34.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David</span></span><hr><br>David looked out of the window of the game room on the second floor.<br><br>“This can’t be,” he mumbled, “There is another one of them.”<br><br>He shook his head as he saw a middle-aged man make an appearance, seemingly out of nowhere. His appearance wasn’t a strange event by itself, David was used to that. What was weird, however, was that the man seemed capable of interacting with his parents. Nobody ever saw these figments of his imagination.<br><br>He wondered if his parents would even remember the man, when he asked them about him. He might bring it up once things calmed down, but right now he could hear the raised voice of his father despite being inside the house. That was never a good thing. The honking car horn agonized him just as much, he never liked it when people tried to stress him. David had to do things at his own speed, or everything would go wrong. Normally that was not a problem since he worked very efficient, but it upset him when people tried to make him go faster than he preferred.<br><br>His eyes went wide in shock when he saw the man from the past grab his mother’s ass. He gasped when she leaned in the window of the van and even seemed to enjoy the man’s attentions. This was definitely not normal… It was as if both his parents were possessed by some kind of external force.<br><br><em>“At least life here won’t be boring with neighbors and appearances like this, but maybe Dad is right. Moving to another house could be a better decision,”</em> David thought.<br><br>He watched the middle-aged man walk away a minute later, and saw him vanish the way he appeared. At least that was some semblance of normalcy for him. He’d have found it weirder when the man wouldn’t disappear into thin air.<br><br>Having seen all there was to see in the house, David wondered if he should rejoin his parents, or wait for them to enter the house. Perhaps he could even show them around, or at the very least give them his impression of the house.<br>
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