The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)
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				Title: <strong>The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 15:35:42</strong>
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				The house had stood empty for years now, isolated in its grounds at the edge of town. Home to a prominent and distinguished man over a century ago, it never became the family home he intended it to be. Ever since, no-one could bear to live there for long.<br><br>But now it had been sold at last, to be separated into a number of flats, and its condition and contents had to be catalogued.<br><br>Christopher Banks ran a hand through his short brown hair as the cool evening wind ran across it. The builders he had contracted had confirmed that the electric lighting and central heating added in the 1960s worked, so he would be comfortable enough in one of the main bedrooms as he stayed for a few days to survey the whole house for the project. <br><br>Glancing up at the dark, dusty windows, narrowing his blue eyes as he thought he saw something... It was just one of the leafless trees moving in the wind, reflected in the glass. <br><br>He turned the key and stepped inside.
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 17:36:26</strong>
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				49. Cullimore Road, the vast house stood tall and imposing surrounded by similar and yet much less daunting examples stood nearby yet as with the march of time others had been demolished and more modern homes had been put in place... yet this was one of those few beautiful models of how the Victorians could build at their best, its rooms were always warm thanks to the modern heating and even with the plugholes dotted here and there it managed to retain its majesty. Yet despite how wonderfully it was constructed there was always a feeling of something being wrong... lights flickering during the night, quiet sounds echoing through the halls, strange drops in temperature without any wind to indicate a draft.<br><br>It was these bizarre events that always drove those who dared to live there out, obviously due to the size and hence prize of this property it was always a couple with or without children who had came before... with this new person there was a chance... this was the first time in fact that a single person had come to live here alone... and that made ‘him’ smile... <br><br>The door swung silently opened, well oiled on its hinges opening into a wide hallway with sparse furnishings, a single small mahogany table near the door with one drawer and oddly a vase with fresh flowers sat in it. There were stairs leading up to the bedrooms and a bathroom and a lounge was the first door on the right, there was also another bathroom on the lower floor second on the right. On the left there was a dining room and connected to that there was a kitchen which one of the previous tenants had got refurbished putting in more modern facilities.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 21:11:55</strong>
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				Closing the door, locking himself in, Christopher put on the lights and walked into the hall. They took a moment to warm up, and he was sure he could see some flickering somewhere, looking more like candles than electric bulbs. Retrieving his notebook, he scribbled that down. Still, the part of the hosue he had set aside was well lit enough, and comfortably warm. <br><br>He did wonder at the vase of flowers... probably left by the interior designers after taking some photos. He went over and looked at them, smelled that they were indeed fresh, made a quick note to ask the decorator when he called them in a day or two once he was done with his survey.<br><br>Stepping into the master bedroom, the connecting chambers forming his 'base camp', he shrugged off his coat and set it down over the back of a vintage chaise longue. He closed the door, and opened it, and closed it again, nodding at the workmanship. <br><br>"This'll work," he said to himself. "I mean, <em>I'd</em> be happy to live here..."<br><br>Retrieving his laptop, he updated his onscreen note listing things to do, and opened his file of the renovation history, going back to the original owners' floorplans in the Nineteenth Century.
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 22:26:17</strong>
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				The master bedroom was wonderfully decorated, of all the rooms it seemed to have preserved itself best of all with the beautiful architecture and classical furnishings still in place, vast lush curtains hung around the large ornate windows. The floor was covered in a comforting deep purple luxuriantly thick carpet, the bed was king sized and adorned with a thick red blanket. Against the wall there were a variety of furnishings, they had remained as it was set in the contract they went with the house, there was a large oak dresser, a bright waxed vanity with a cushioned stool tucked beneath it, a tall bookshelf that was currently devoid of any literature and in one corner of the room there was a very comfy looking chair with a small table next to it.<br><br>According to the floor plans he had access to there were two unusual things that would become readily apparent... for one, the plan listed that the master bedroom had an ensuite bathroom and the door to it should have been where the empty bookcase now stood. More than that looking through the plans there seems to be a blank space in the basement, there was a laundry room and a pantry... and what appeared to be a gap large enough for another room in-between though there was no door leading into the space.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 22:45:18</strong>
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				"Hmm." Closing the laptop, Christopher stood up and walked over to the rear wall of the bedroom. Passing the large wardrobe, the approached the bookshelf and sood on tiptoes to look over and behind it. <em>Nothing there...</em> he thought. <em>If there was going to be a secret door behind the bookshelf, surely there'd be fake a book to pull out and open it?</em> He chuckled at the idea, the Old Dark House cliché of the revolving bookcase... but obviously there was something there. Had someone changed it? He'd have to go outside and check the windows... and as he heard the wind outside, he decided that would wait until tomorrow. <br><br>Still, he could go out into the hall and look next door, and possibly check the gap in the basement as well Maybe go by the pantry and see what was in the fridge first, as his stomach reminded him he had only had a sandwich for lunch.<br><br>Picking up a hefty electric torch, he stepped out into the hall.
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 23:06:04</strong>
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				Outside the winds began to pick up as a storm began, rain pattering down on the roof and the force of it blowing against the house causing the place to creak and moan as it resisted. The lights flickered within around most of the place though oddly as if reading his thoughts the lights heading towards the kitchen and basement were actually staying constant almost as if telling him to go that way... when he finally arrived he would find the fridge bare, obviously any food that was perishable enough to go in the fridge had been used or removed with the last tenant.<br><br>The pantry however held more for him, a range of dried meats, canned foods, bottled water and anything else that would be able to stay perfectly fine on its own... one such thing was what seemed to be a dusty old bottle of fine red wine on the bottom shelf in a corner of the room... looking at its date it was actually from 1830 and would certainly have aged considerably well after this length of time.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 03:32:22</strong>
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				He mentally noted the lights flickering, and those that didn't. He would have to report this to the electricians, they had only really tested the system in calmer weather, there might be loose connections somewhere. <br><br>The design team had left nothing in the fridge, just... rather a lot in the pantry, it turned out. No bread, or butter, but pretty much everything else essential. He fished out his notebook and scratched out a shopping list for his working week stay. And... <br><br>"Where did this come from?" The bottle was older than the house, probably older than the man who built it. If it was still sealed, it could be worth hundreds on its own. Better stick to the water bottles and cans of Coke tonight, and get some rather more recent champagne to toast when the survey was over. He set it back on the shelf carefully, and returned to what he was actually here to do... knocking on the west wall, checking for a hollow behind it, between there and the laundry. Maybe there was nothing - maybe there had been harder rock in the ground - but maybe there was something the plans had left off... 
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 23:40:27</strong>
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				The wall provided no response at first... the majority of it was simply normal bricks providing resistance and a normal noise... however... at the very bottom there was a patch that sounded slightly higher when he knocked on it, a slight shudder of this square section revealing it was not quite as it seemed... it was a small section only high enough for someone to crawl through but between two of the bricks it became clear there was a small section where the cement had never been put in and instead there was just enough space for someone to slip their fingers in... and open it?
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 04:10:38</strong>
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				Christopher quickly decided to find something more readily replaceable than his fingers to insert into the gap. He lay on the floor and shone his torch into the gap, then retrieved a ruler and slid it into the gap, moving it from side to side, seeing how far the gap went and whether anything could catch on it, before at last tentatively trying with his fingers.
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 20:15:12</strong>
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				Nothing really happened when he put the ruler in though it was just about visible with the torch that one end of the gap went slightly further to the side where the cement covered it meaning something would have to hook in and hence the ruler wouldn’t work. When he finally worked up the nerve to attempt his fingers... nothing bad happened, after scrabbling about in the hole he would find a small button which upon being pressed caused a clicking noise... and the actual section of the wall swung open like a small door, inside there was a small archway leading into the room... it was very dark inside but the torch revealed what appeared to be a fair amount of broken wood though from outside it was difficult to say what they had been and what else might be in there.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 03:34:40</strong>
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				"No way..." Chris stood back as the hidden door opened. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone and took a picture. He first shone his torch in, then up, to look at the ceiling and confirm it was structurally sound. It must be, this would be under the hall or maybe part of the ballroom... straddling two of the proposed flats for the current design separating the building up, typically enough, that would have to be redrawn. But still... a secret room... Shaking his head in disbelief, he moved forwards to get a better look at the contents, and crossed the threshold.
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 14:58:19</strong>
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				As he crawled into the room there was a sudden drop in temperature and a heavy weight appearing in his stomach making him feel slightly ill... though there was nothing physically evident for why he suddenly felt this... yet... there was something about this room, something about the items left in here was, disturbing... however the items were all too damaged, looking around in one corner there was an axe which had clearly been used to destroy all the items. Whoever had done this had clearly been incredibly upset at the time... but there was one thing that had been untouched... one shelf that held a box... it was a simple white box, the only thing on the shelf...
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 18:00:10</strong>
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				Chris groaned. The air must be extremely stale, he thought as he advanced cautiously, pressing a hand to his sore stomach, until his torch found the box. Everything else would have to be inventoried in full light to even be able to tell what it was, but this was pristine.<br><br>He started to reach for it, then paused, and looked back at the hidden door. He checked for a catch on this side, and moved to wedge one of the broken piece of wood into it. There might not have been a desiccated skeleton here at the moment, but he certainly didn't want to risk ending up as one. <br><br>This done, he lifted down the box...
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 19:57:54</strong>
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				When he shoved the wood in to hold the door open it went in easily... in fact it felt almost like something else was helping him with it and the door ended up with the wood keeping it jammed open and the chunk being too hard stuck in to pull out. When he grabbed the box a slight tremor shot through it echoing throughout his body and the room... the dust from on top of the box fell onto him as it shook but apart from making him dirty it seemed to have no other effect...<br><br>The box was fairly big, it was about four inches deep and about six inches wide and long... though despite its size it was actually fairly light. There was no latch on it, no specific indication that it was in any way locked or sealed, just a plain white box waiting on the shelf for the day when someone would open it.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 02:13:39</strong>
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				Chris coughed and spluttered as the dust swirled around - almost as if the room had shifted. He looked up at the ceiling, tensing to run in case the whole thing was about to collapse. But it did not seem to be, it seemed as solid and strong as the rest of the building. There must be a vent behidn the box, or something, he concluded. Too high for him to see, as he couldn't find one or feel a draught, but what else could it be?<br><br>Making his way out of the secret room, Chris examined the box in the stronger light of the pantry. Setting it down on the small kitchen table next to his forgotten dinner, he checked to see whether it would open for him.
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 14:53:39</strong>
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				As he was crawling out of the room the door he wedged open stayed parted... just as he was heading up the steps it seemed almost as if the darkness from the room had begun to seep outwards.. strange tendrils spreading out into the pantry into the rest of the house but always just out of his sight.<br><br>The box was as it had seemed in the dark room, a plain white box without any kind of locking mechanism, it opened easily to him and inside he found... firstly a wave of pleasant perfumes spread out at him, it was strong enough to at least cause him a moment of discomfort before it began to abate and just fill the air with its scent. Then, in the box in about an inch indentation there laid a beautiful diamond necklace... one large diamond formed the centre with two small pink diamonds attached like fluttering little wings above it, a long silver chain had been used to secure it all and form the rest of the necklace.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 03:20:11</strong>
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				Chris blinked at the flickering light, like dpreading darkness, and tapped the flourescent tube's housing as it buzzed and hummed. <br><br>He blinked again at the sweet scent of perfume assailing his nostrils, breathing it in deeper than expected before it settled around the room, making it smell faintly like a lady's boudoir... <br><br>And again as he saw the necklace. "Oh my God..." His mouth fell open as he gazed at it, raising it up to the light, then setting down the box and gently lifting it out with both hands to take a closer look. It was beautiful, and no-one had seen it for decades, possibly centuries. "Amazing..."
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 18:52:16</strong>
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				The necklace was clearly crafted with the utmost care... the diamonds were set in silver and the metal had been sculpted into small floral designs... and on the back on the setting for the main diamond there was a slight inscription, it was perfectly clean and legible, in fact the whole necklace looked like it had been polished only yesterday. The inscription read “For my Darling Amelia” compared to the rest of the perfectly constructed jewellery the writing was rather crude... it looked more like a novice had scribbled it on...<br><br>There was a strange sensation about the item, like a very gentle pulse echoing from it into him... and there was something about its proximity to him that just... felt right... perhaps it was just greed talking, if he let something like this out of his sight that would be a huge loss of money for him after all... but there was something... just slightly more...
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:01:07</strong>
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				"Amelia," Chris whispered, wondering who she was, and who had inscribed it to her. Obviously not the jeweller... He would have to find out. A provenance could increase the value of the piece even further... and he also had to admit that he was curious. He suspected, from is positioning in a secret room full of broken furniture, that the story had not had a happy ending... and that was a shame, he thought. He was a romantic at heart, although he'd had little luck with women over the years.<br><br>Putting the necklace back in its case with care, he closed it, the retrieved the cracked chair leg from the hidden door and pulled it shut. Best not to leave that open...<br><br>Then he shouldered his bag, picked up his supplies, and finally put the case under his arm, to keep it safe as he went back to his chambers. 
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 12:22:29</strong>
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				It was odd when he went back downstairs... inside the small chamber beyond the hidden door it seemed like it had actually gotten slightly brighter in there since he left it, as if the darkness had come out... or maybe it was just the basement light had taken that long to warm up and spread its rays inside there? It took a significant amount of force to actually get the chair leg out seeing how well it had been jammed in previously and even then he had to force the door to get it to close, almost as if there was some kind of spring or something resisting him.<br><br>As he wandered through the house back to his own room... there was a series of clicks coming from all around him, some were ahead and some behind but just as suddenly as they had started they stopped... there was nothing else troublesome on his way back to his room, even the lights managed to stay constant without anymore odd flickering.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 19:59:54</strong>
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				He backed up as he heard the clicks, stepping on those floorboards again to test them. Hopefully it was just them settling... the last thing he needed was a death watch beetle infestation. It stopped as he left the lower hall, whatever it was. <br><br>Reaching his room, he set the jewellery case down on an empty bookshelf, brought out his laptop and started searching through his scanned documents for any reference to the name Amelia. As he worked through them, his eyes kept wandering back to the closed case. After the third document, he walked over and opened the box, gazing down at the necklace again under the bedroom's softer light.
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 15:00:16</strong>
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				When he got into the room it seemed that the curtains had been drawn over the windows... hiding the storm and muffling the noises from outside. He did not discover anything in his short search it seemed he hadn’t delved deep enough to find her... going back to the case... when he opened it again another puff of that strong perfume spread out into the room once again changing the aroma of the room.<br><br>The necklace glimmered softly in the light of the bedroom... it was clearly crafted by a master artisan however there was no immediate identifying features on it for a layman to work out who made it. It did still have its strange pull... an attractive force between him and it as if it called out to be worn, to adorn another neck as its duty had always been...
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 04:34:42</strong>
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				He glanced at the curtains, they had shifted... there might be a draught somewhere, they certainly couldn't have fully closed by themselves. He felt for one but couldn't find it, maybe it was when the door was open.<br><br>Pausing to gaze at the necklace, breathing in the soft scent from the box, he idly imagined placing it around the neck of Kelly, a former girlfriend he wasn't quite over. She wasn't generally into fancy gifts or jewels, but he thought she would still like this one. Who wouldn't?<br><br>Maybe he could find another girl to give it to, one who'd really appreciate it. Or... <br><br>He looked away, scratching his neck, adjusting his collar, going back to trying to find information about Amelia... not thinking about trying it on himself. That would just be weird... wouldn't it...
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 16:35:01</strong>
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				It took a significant length of time before he could actually discover who this woman was... according to the housing records he had access to there was an Amelia Brightman, wife to Daniel Brightman the original owner of this house who had it built... however according to these records after only two years in the property ownership of it passed on to a charity... from there it was sold onto a bank and the house was continuously traded between owners none of them holding it for long...<br><br>There were many stories over the web relating to it, some talked of mysterious noises in the night echoing loud enough for the neighbours to hear, some told legends of the original two who had lived there, claiming it was the man who had killed his wife and some the other way around but there was simply too many different accounts online for it to be clear what had happened so long ago..
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 04:01:18</strong>
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				Looking through the sites, he grimaced at seeing so many mentions of the house being haunted. That only occasionally helped property prices, it usually just brought in gawkers rather than buyers. It was not well placed to become a tourist attraction...<br><br>He paused at one, as he saw a small, poorly scanned black and white picture of twin portraits of Daniel and Amelia. He could not tell if she was pictured wearing the necklace due to the poor quality of the image, but she looked young, sweet and happy... and beautiful. And he looked handsome and had a kind smile. Could their liives really have ended so terribly? He frowned sadly at the thought, looking back at the necklace, at the earthly reminder of her...
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 23:26:07</strong>
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				Unusually his screen started to look odd... to begin with it was just over the portrait of Amelia... the screen sort of fuzzy as if there was some thick glass or heat waves in the way, then the whole screen began to waver and flicker then suddenly it cut to black the laptop inexplicably turning off. Outside the room there came some crashing and banging noises... then silence... then again back in his room there was a soft noise coming from the bed, a single perfect yellow rose had appeared on top of the sheets...
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 23:50:22</strong>
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				Chris jumped in surprise as his laptop fused, rushing to pull out the power pack in case the whole thing started to burn. "Okay... I have all the files backed - "<br><br>He looked up sharply at the crashes from outside, jumped to his feet, and looked for something to carry as a weapon, deciding on the heavy torch from his bag as he made his way outside. <br><br>As he crossed to the door they stopped, and he heard a faint tap of something falling lightly behind him. Whirling around, he saw... nothing? Maybe something lying on the bed. <br><br>A yellow rose? Had that been there before?<br><br>No matter, he had to take a look outside. Checking his phone and cursing as he found no signal, then with a last glance at Amelia's necklace, he locked the door to this set of chambers behind him and ventured out into the dark, supposedly empty house.
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				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 00:00:40</strong>
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				The hallways were dark... all the lights in the house were out except for the in his bedroom though the torch on his phone still worked so he could explore. Looking through the house there were some parts of the wall that the wallpaper had been slightly chipped like someone had kicked it, it was hard to say if that had just happened or if that had been there previously... <br><br>Most dramatically the vase from before had been broken spilling its contents onto the ground, the water from inside soaking into the carpet and three pink roses, three blue roses and two yellow roses scattered across the ground between all the shards of the vase.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 01:20:20</strong>
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				"Shit," Chris muttered under his breath as the beam of the torch illuminated the torn wallpaper and cracked plaster.<br><br>"Who's in here?" he shouted, trying to make his voice sound deep and threatening as he brandished the torch as a club as well as a light source. <br><br>No sign of anyone... silence throughout the house. And right after reading a dozen stories about how it was haunted. Brilliant...<br><br>He quickly tried the phone again. Still no signal. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit..." He continued to curse as he advanced towards the hall, keeping his back to the wall, spinning around with his torch at any creak of the floorboards or rustle of the trees outside...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 01:42:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yet despite all his fears, all the dramatic spinning and his paranoia of what might lie waiting in the shadows... there was nothing... the few pieces of damage were all he could see and whilst there was still some noise, from outside with the rain battering the windows and from within from the loose floorboards and such... there wasn’t anything else unusual... that was until there was some noises from his bedroom finishing on a very loud grating noise...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 02:06:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fu-" He started running back to his bedroom, bringing out the key to unlock the main door. How had somebody gotten inside? There was at least one secret room in the house, what if there were more? He hadn't found anything in the gap around the bookcase, but the nosie suggested maybe someone had.<br><br>He burst in and spun the torch around to see...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 02:23:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had changed drastically... for starters it looked like the entire room have been dusted, swept and generally cleaned, the wooden surfaces were polished and slightly shiny, the bed was perfectly made with that one rose still sitting there on it.... the box was sitting on the vanity and next to it there was a bust of a head wearing the illustrious necklace. The room still had its lingering scent that had erupted from the box and coming in he would realise it was actually quite warm inside... or maybe it had been cold outside... it was pleasantly so however. <br><br>The small stool of the vanity had been pulled out and there were a variety of feminine beauty products laid out... though most of them looked slightly old, some stretching to ten years back and some looking like they could be bought in store today... his laptop was gone though, it was nowhere to be found in the room and its charger had gone with it.<br><br>However the large grating noise was obviously shown to be from the bookcase... as it had been forcibly moved somehow to the side revealing a door which it perfectly hid, there wasn’t a secret mechanism there but it had been hiding the bathroom... which was now open...<br><br>Inside the bathroom there was a slightly modernised set up, the sink was clean and white, with an empty medicine cabinet above it, looking to be made of either real marble or a good imitation as was the toilet which was a fairly standard affair for now a days so it seemed someone had refurbished in here at some point... on the floor there was a weighing scales next to the sink and there was also a very soft bath rug to keep from having to stand on cold tiles for too long...<br><br>Yet most importantly or strikingly there was the bathtub... it wasn’t special in of itself, not my much, simply put it was just another well crafted marble piece of furniture... no, what was important was that it had been filled, with warm lilac scented water...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 02:47:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What...?" Chris stared at the room in shock and disbelief, standing in the doorway. Who had done all this? And why?<br><br>"Is this a prank?" he asked in as strong a tone as he could muster, stepping in and pulling the door shut behind him. "If it is, I don't think it's very funny. Come on, who is it? Andy? Steve?" <br><br>No-one answered as he called the names of his partners in the renovation. No-one answered him at all. <br><br>He blinked at the warmth, the sweet perfumed scent... the array of makeup and perfumes on the vanity. He looked behind each door, in every closet... at the bust wearing the necklace... before advancing through the door to the previously hidden bathroom.<br><br>"Oh yes, very funny! Poltergeists who tidy up! And draw a bath!"<br><br>Irritably, he reached down and ran a hand through the water, stirring it. Oh well, at least a marble en suite would add a few thousands to the value of this set of rooms...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 16:18:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he closed the door... it clicked... whilst he was shouting so it would probably be harder to hear but the noise had still came from it. The water was delightfully warm to the touch and considering the amount of dust he had accumulated in his time both from crawling inside that strange room and that which fell on his head it would be good to clean up at some point... <br><br>There was another noise from outside, laid on the bed there was a silk pink nightgown, the rose sitting on top of it. More worryingly his own effects were slowly disappearing, this time his own clothing had vanished leaving nothing to wear in the room except for that gown... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 02:33:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The warmth and sweetness of the water was enough for Chris to momentarily consider taking a bath. Then, as he started to walk to the bathroom door, a piece of grit that had been caught in his hair fell and landed in his eye. Gasping in pain, he hurried to the sink to wash his eye out, and saw just how filthy he was. He really did need a bath...<br><br>Taking off his work boots, hanging up his jacket and leaving his shirt, trousers and underwear on the floor, he slid into the warm waiting bath...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 20:10:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At some point the door had closed... leaving him alone in that comfortable bath... there were no more interruptions or things going bizarrely wrong, it was a chance to actually relax and enjoy. On the edge of the bath there was a sponge presumably for him to scrub clean and a variety of bath gels possible to use with it, there were also some strawberry, lemon and chocolate scented shampoos for his hair.<br><br>However whilst he was distracted by the bath products his other clothes disappeared... the only thing left to wear was a large fluffy pink towel draped over the radiator.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 20:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He luxuriated in the bath, unwinding and loosening up his tense muscles, not worrying about the intruders... Was this even really happening? It felt real, but it couldn't be, could it...? <br><br>He used the strawberry shampoo lightly on his hair, then rinsed off before finally rising, ready to go...<br><br>And his clothes were gone. How?<br><br>A sudden chill ran down his spine. This was impossible, but it was real. There really was something in this house. <br><br>Grabbing the towel, quickly drying his face and hair, and his feet to keep from slipping, he ran out to the bedroom...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 20:47:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thanks to his sense of urgency he probably wouldn’t have given himself a chance to notice it... but his hair had changed slightly more red when he used the shampoo... the other two flavours disappearing when he looked away.<br><br>Outside in the bedroom it was just as before... the nightgown and rose sitting on the bed... the vanity holding a variety of makeup and the bust, his clothes gone. But... in the corner of the room... in the large chair there was a dark shadow, it seemed humanoid and even turned its head like appendage his way before fading into mist. Leaving him for now...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 21:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stopped in his tracks and screamed. <br><br>As the dark shape faded, he ran for the door.<br><br>Locked. <br><br>He stepped back and ran at it with his shoulder.<br><br>All that did was give him a bruise.<br><br>"Oh God... Oh God, oh no..." He shivered uncontrollably, terrified and unable to escape...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 13:00:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From behind him someone draped a warmed bathrobe over his shoulders... shadowy hands just visible before fading away again... it wrapped itself up on him and against his will his body was slowly guided to the bed. <br><br><strong>“Calm down my dear...”</strong> A voice, a deep commanding voice echoed through the room coming from all directions and yet also just next to his ear...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 04:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let out a hoarse scream and stuggled against the garment, as his bare feet slid on the lightly carpeted floor. "No! Please! Let me go!" he called to the dark room, his voice echoing softly around the emptiness. "Wha - what is this?" he demanded, trying to sound strong, trying not to sound like a frightened child, which was how he felt.<br><br>The soft bathrobe clung to him despite his best efforts to take it off, and the bedclothes seemed to reach out to claim him...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 00:17:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His body was slowly drug over to the bed... the bathrobe stripping off but almost immediately after the nightgown jumped onto his body, stretching to fit his form and then again he was practically thrown onto the bed, the covers jumping to the side and the rose floating off to the vanity.<br><br>When it had got him in the bed the blankets folded back over him, tightening down around the edges making it so he could no longer escape... he could still move a bit but he wasn’t getting out of this <strong>“Now calm down... I won’t hurt you...”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 03:29:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was still screaming, growing hoarse and breathless, as the robe was torn off and a gleaming pink silk nightdress was forced onto him. He could feel an unseen force holding his arms down, preventing him from pulling it off, throwing him down onto the bed and trapping him under the heavy sheets. <br><br>"Wh-what is this?" he whimpered, eyes wide as he searched the room for some sign of the thing that wasdoing this to him. "What do you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 15:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The black shadow appeared again... slightly more humanoid than before sitting on the bed next to him.. one hand reaching out to stroke his cheek, a cold chill spreading from its touch<strong> “I only want you... I cannot bear being alone any longer... I won’t hurt you... just rest my dear... rest...”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris flinched away from the cold, solid shadow of a hand. "Please... stop this!" He looked for eyes in the darkness that formed a head, his own eyes wild and starting to fill with tears of absolute dread. "Please..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 17:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The more he looked at the mass of shadows... the less imposing it became... darkness turning slowly lighter, turning to skin... gentle blue eyes appearing in place looking into his own without any harmful intent, the hand touching him even began to become warm as the shadows turned into a man... it was Daniel from the earlier picture... <strong>“Be calm... I won’t hurt you... I just need you to change a bit...”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wh-what?" If anything, seeing the figure resolve into a man he knew was dead was somehow worse than the nightmare figure of darkness. And his words chilled Chris even more than the cold touch of a hand like shade. "Change?" he repeated fearfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 20:52:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“Do not worry... sleep... sleep about tomorrow you will be better...”</strong> He smiled gently... placing both hands on Chris’s head and waves of weariness started to flow into his body till the man had to give into the inexorable tiredness...<br><br>&nbsp;In the morning things had changed, for one he was no longer dressed in the odd nightgown, he was in his own boxers though... they didn’t fit him as well... a bit tighter around his waist... the rose was gone, the bust with the necklace was gone and in its place the necklace was back in the box... even his laptop was back, it seemed as if all the events of last night had just been a nightmare though the bookshelf was still moved and the bathroom door visible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 03:26:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris rose quickly, looking around, and stumbled out of bed, going to grab his clothes and pull them on, wanting to get out of the house. Had it just been a nightmare? It seemed so vivid... but so insane... The scent of perfume lingered, and he looked over at the box containing Amelia's necklace... He should take it with him, he thought, keep it safe... see if he could find anything more about her and Daniel in the town library. <br><br>All he knew for certain was that he had to get out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 18:35:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On his way out it was all as before... the storm from last night had finished and the sun was shining gently in through the windows, there were no more damages across the walls... they had been repaired or... just never damaged in the first place? Even the vase was back in place, the roses perfectly arranged as they were before in an immaculate vase without a single crack.<br><br>He could leave though... the door opened, he was let out, the sun shined, people walked by... it was just another normal day... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 00:50:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused, breathing a sigh of relief, as he felt the sun on his face. Raising his head and closing his eyes, he felt its warmth and sensed its light through his eyelids, so different from... last night. Whatever had happened, it was over. <br><br>And... he could hardly tell anyone about it, could he... A ghost? A ghost that drew him a bath and made him wear a nightie? He shook his head, dismissing the notion. He must have just drifted off after reading one story too many about the house. He needed to know what really happened in that house, just to set his mind at ease. <br><br>Nodding determinedly, he headed for his car, calling up a route to the district library, planning to head there first thing... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 00:18:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The journey to the library was uneventful... if a little extended due to some horrendous traffic... after arriving at the library and spending another period of time attempting to locate a parking space he finally got inside. As most likely expected... there were books, lots of books, the library had been modernised slightly as there was a section with computers for reading the books that had been put online, a different section for the computers used to locate a specific physical book. A media area for watching some shows and listening to recordings with specific cubicles and headphones to make sure it was at least fairly private.<br><br>Overseeing it all was a steely faced librarian, her raven hair tied back on her head in a bun and classical red rimmed glasses resting upon her nose... if she didn’t look so constantly perturbed she would actually be rather beautiful, her face smooth and pleasing to the eye... her skin a pearly white most likely from spending a bit too little time locked away in the library, her... assets were... pronounced... a rather large bust concealed in a rather horrible green turtleneck sweater and the lower half of her body hidden behind her desk. She was clearly watching him as he entered but for the moment she made no comment instead choosing to spend her time turning back to glare at the more rowdy few in the more technological area.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 06:06:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He approached her all the same, keeping his eyes off her tight sweater, focusing on the frames of her glasses as a way to distract herself. Such a shame that such a beautiful woman would so dislike her appearance... no doubt she thought no-one would take her seriously if she showed off... Such a shame that anyone would feel bad about how they looked...<br><br>"Hello, I'm looking for local archives, going back about a hundred and fifty years? Would that be on computer now, or still on microfiche? Particularly anything about the Cullimore house..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 16:33:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She raised her head looking uncertainly at him... a small nametag attached to her sweater identified the woman as ‘Danielle’ she tapped a few things into her computer and looked up at him again <strong>“Well for the past seventy six years they have been scanned onto the system... but beyond that it’s going to have to be microfiche. If you’re looking specifically about that house... I would just go straight to the microfiche, all the reports involving it for awhile have just been some stupid fools raving about some kind of haunted house.”</strong> She typed a bit more into the computer and printed out a small list which she handed to him, it was the locations and codes for the microfiche relating to the Cullimore house <strong>“Feel free to take any of the empty terminals”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 20:45:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris suppressed a shiver at the mention of the house being haunted, and quietly thanked Danielle as he took the printout, heading to one of the terminals in a quieter corner away from the kids. Not really sure what he was looking for... anything on Amelia and Daniel... and maybe something mroe about the house being haunted.<br><br>Daniel... Danielle... Just a coincidence, no doubt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 16:06:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn’t take too long to find out information about Daniel... he was quite an important man in his day, rich and powerful, the son of a famous noble who had accumulated his own wealth by trading in a variety of substances even setting up his own trading company which raked in the profits for him... on the other hand Amelia seemed to have absolutely no mention in of herself. The very first time she appeared was in a small article reporting on the marriage between the two of them...<br><br>After that there were occasional reports about a variety of slanderous material, some were accusing him of conducting satanic rituals in the night by the strange sounds that could be heard coming from their basement. Some simply claimed he was a deviant man committing mass orgies down there... all of these rumours he denied and thanks to his position he managed to quell the papers from their rumour mongering, next... he found an obituary, Amelia’s, she had died only one year after their marriage... there was an article below it but someone had torn it out.<br><br>Following that only a week later Daniel had also died, his assets distributed mainly according to his will... though there were some discrepancies where items had gone missing... such as the wife’s diamond necklace. To his side someone had dropped a note whilst he was reading... it simply read ‘Stay away from that house’
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 19:08:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia, daughter of a family he could find little mention of either... Had Daniel really been this monster? Certainly there was a secret room in the basement, but all it had was broken furniture... and the jewellery box, of course. There must be more to it... but it had been more than a century and a quarter ago, no-one who had been involved would still be alive...<br><br>And as he went to try and find a bit more, anything more, on Amelia's life before her marriage, he saw the note. <br><br><strong>Stay away from that house</strong><br><br>Was it the librarian? Had someone overheard them? He stared at the note, at its handwriting, at the paper itself, and shook his head. He'd have to ask...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 01:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was just a simple note... scrawled fairly quickly and dropped on his desk... the librarian was sitting at her desk, half reading something and half turning to occasionally glare at the people on the computers when they got a bit noisy... there were some people wandering the shelves looking through books and a girl had even taken a seat next to him and seemed to be looking up information about what at best he would be able to say was quantum mechanics... a bit odd considering she looked to be only about seventeen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 01:57:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew he was going to regret asking this, but he had to know. The girl was the first likely candidate - she was close by, what she was looking at didn't fit with her appearance... It was an awkward thing to ask, so best ask politely.<br><br>He turned to face her, looking her over for a moment before speaking up.<br><br>"Uh... excuse me. Did you give me this?" He held up the note.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 02:11:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl turned to look at him, she had dark brown hair and slim glasses rested gently on her nose... she looked a bit confused at him directly for a moment then at the note he was holding. <strong>“Oh.. um no... sorry, i’ve just been reading up for my homework so I don’t know who did...”</strong> she smiled slightly at him then turned back to her screen once again interested in the complex physics it held.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 02:18:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, okay... thanks." Her confusion seemed genuine, so Chris smiled politely and turned around, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone had glanced his way after he asked the girl. He logged off and stood up to get a better look around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 02:35:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he looked around there was a woman in the shelves that had clearly been watching him talk to the girl... the moment he stood up they also ran off vanishing into the shelves before he could even see anything about them, just a swish of her long blonde hair as she ran off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 02:49:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not the librarian then... who was she? Chris moved around the stacks, trying to catch a glimpse of her. He hurried to the other side of the stack to try and head her off...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 18:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman darted between the shelves keeping him from seeing all that well, luring him deeper and deeper into the library till they were finally at the very back in a slightly dark corner, the girl leant against the books waiting for him, a cap covering her face as she looked to the floor<br><br><strong>“...Look... just... I don’t want to talk long... just stay away from there... there’s something... wrong. When we had lived there before my boyfriends stuff kept disappearing and breaking.. sometimes he would get locked out at random.. there were these sounds in the night... just... just stay away from there...”</strong><br><br>She kept her head ducked down and ran off again pushing past him and heading directly for the exit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 19:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?" Chris gasped, shaking his head... the nigthmare of the night before coming back to him vividly, clearer than a dream should be. "But... I have to..." He spun around as the girl shouldered him aside and ran off. "... I have to sell it..."<br><br>He ran out after her, looking down the stairwell to see if he could see her. "Come back!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 20:44:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But it was too late... she was gone... and he was left with a decision, would he ignore her warning and his own strange memories and just continue his job selling this house or would he give up on it and run away, possibly losing his job or getting some kind of punishment in the process but avoiding whatever ghost or supernatural monstrosity there was...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 21:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reluctantly he turned back, gathering up his papers including the note. He'd have to check for previous tenants online... no-one was supposed to have lived there for at least five years, and the girl hadn't looked a day over twenty-one, if that. <br><br>He avoided the glare of the librarian as he picked up what he'd found, logged off and returned the access card. "Sorry," he mumbled.<br><br>Then he looked at the exit. Where to?<br><br>Back to the house? <br><br>He shivered at the thought, but dismissed it. Nothing had really happened apart from the wall moving, and that could easily have been the result of finding the other secret room.<br><br>Still, if there was something he could do in town, in the meantime... <br><br>He felt the weight of his coat pocket. The necklace... he could have it appraised. That was something...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 21:45:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The librarian hadn’t been glaring at him... in fact she looked at him with a little pity... not that he would have noticed considering he was trying to avoid her anyway. There was the possibility of appraising the necklace... there were at least two shops which would be able to do it in this town, one ran by a slightly senile old man and the other by a far too fake woman who had constant smiles and nice words... which were all hollow...<br><br>Of course if he really did take it to be valued there is no doubt they would realise what it is and where it was from so he would need a good way to cover up how he found it... otherwise he would just have to give it back to the company and get nothing from it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 23:57:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was true. He could trust the old man not to tell... not to remember the visit, probably... and he wasn't really planning to sell it, maybe he could give it to someone... someone worthy of it. <br><br>So he headed for the backstreet jewellery and antique store.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 00:23:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking in through the door to the old store he was first affronted by a huge array of unusual items scattered around the place with seemingly no order or sense, small tags attached to just about everything with a little scrawl listing some kind of price...<br><br>Sitting behind a counter with a glass cover with lots of probably expensive items contained therein was the old man, his head instantly popped up as soon as someone had actually entered his store <strong>“Jimmy!? Jimmy is that you boy?! How’s Barbra doing lately Jimmy? Still going at it like two bunnies are ya kids!? Haha it’d be good to be young again... where’d Bethany go... ah that woman, anyway Jimmy what’re you here for boy?”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 03:34:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh..." Chris decided not to correct the old man, but just bring out the small white box. <br><br>"I was wondering what you could tell me about this..." He opened it, leaning back expecting the release of perfume, despite the years of waiting it was still strong and sweet, and let the old man squint at the necklace. Keeping a hand on the box, not quite willing to let it go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 17:02:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The old man leant back looking slightly perturbed by the sudden assault on his nose, the strong flowery scent overriding the musky wooden scent that had built up over time in his shop, still he leant in to look at it for awhile then suddenly his eyes stretched wide open and he looked up in shock at Chris ...<br><br><strong>“JIMMY!? Where’d you get something like this!! It’s the Brightman necklace... this... this is beautiful... it was thought to be lost when the wife had died but... Son, you best not let no one else know you have somethin like this... if you can find a good seller, probably an auction somewhere... you could get two million for it... this is... incredible... hahaha! Jimmy boy you can finally get Barbra a nice house, car, everything, don’t need to tell me how ya got it just... please take care, items like that’ll get you in trouble if you ain’t careful...”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 05:31:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah... very possibly. Thanks." Chris nodded, closed and pocketed the case, and walked out into the overcast day's lack of sunshine.<br><br><em>Two million?</em> That settled it, the old man was crazy. Still, he'd recognisd the piece right away, knew some of the story. That as a good sign for selling it, at least. He'd have to share some with the other investors of course... but he could at least argue a double share, he found it... unless the government took it under the treasure trove laws, then he'd get a tenth of its value and have to share that...<br><br>Of course, until the old man mentioned millions, he hadn't been thinkign of selling it... just imagining giving it to someone... but... who? None of the women he'd ever dated were so... ladylike in style. He shook his head as he walked back to his car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 22:34:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he walked back to his car the man would be able to see the librarian Danielle walking down the street, even with her attempts at covering herself up her chest couldn’t be contained that easily and each step made a jiggle that managed to be visible even through the thick sweater... which given the fact it wasn’t cold out was pretty clearly just to hide in... <br><br>Still she didn’t look too concerned about her body having its own mind and was instead peering intently into a book, actually stopping next to his car and attempting to stick her key into the hole before realising it wasn’t hers after failing a couple times, looking suddenly embarrassed and hiding her face in her book as she peered around to see if anyone noticed her doing that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 05:08:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Since it was his car, he had. "Uh, hello again. And sorry about earlier, again, too." He smiled wanly. <br><br>With the book, and her car key, still in front of her, he was able to avoid looking at her ample chest. Instead he focused on her also very pretty face, just as carefully hidden behind glasses apparently chosen to be unflattering. "Looking for your car, I guess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 12:30:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman tried to smile at him to hide her embarrassment, seeming to be in a much better mood now that she had left the library... maybe it was just the pleasure of not being at work anymore. <strong>“Ah well... yes... I know it’s around here somewhere... yours was just the same kind of colour and shape so I got confused...”</strong> she glanced around for a bit and noticed where it was point slightly with one hand at it <strong>“There it is... i’ll just get going... um... about that house, you really shouldn’t believe all those rumours, I mean the idea of some kind of ghost or something is just crazy right?”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 16:20:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I didn't till I stayed there last night... and I found a secret room... guess I had some pretty bad dreams as a result. But a big empty house can do that to you." He did his best to smile nonchalantly, hoping to encourage her to smile as well - she looked so much prettier when she did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 17:36:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“Wait... you stayed there? But... I thought no one would buy the place anymore...”</strong> the woman looked definitely confused, as if the concept of someone living in that house was the same as if someone camping in a graveyard, do-able but probably not a good idea... <strong>“About that room... it... nothing... sorry...”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 19:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?" He raised his eyebrows. "Do you know something? I'm trying to make the house fit to live in... I need to know, please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 00:07:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“N... no its.. not important, wait... if you’re making it fit for living did you buy it then?”</strong> Danielle started to step a little bit away from him heading slightly towards her car that she had previously pointed out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 19:57:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris nodded slightly. "Yes, I'm one of the partners in the renovation project... the only one actually in town. So I'm de facto night watchman as well..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danielle smiled at him and looked a little uncertain... before reaching into her purse and pulling out a scrap of paper writing something on it and handing it to him, it was a number <strong>“...I’ve kinda gotta go now... but if you want to do something tomorrow I finish at four... if you’re interested...”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 21:40:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris took the number, and nodded. "Uh, yes... Yes, I'm definitely interested. Four tomorrow, then..." He smiled as he stepped back, letting her into the car. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 00:27:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded to him looking quite relieved that she had accepted her invitation, slipping into her car which as she said was fairly similar to his... slightly smoother edges but for the most part the same... it only took her a little bit to get started and she waved to him before driving away..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 02:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He waved back, smiling, watching until she rounded a corner and disappeared from view, then looked down and patted the piece of paper against his palm before retrieving his wallet to store it. <br><br>Opposite the jewellery case. He idly imagined how Danielle would look wearing the necklace... wearing something low cut to show it off as well as her ample bosom. Mmm. <br><br>Shaking his head to put the image aside, he unlocked his own car, dropping his document bag on the passenger seat as he clambered into it. Time to get some takeout and then back to the house.<br><br>Glancing up at the blue afternoon sky, the night before seemed a long way away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 20:18:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As often occurred nearby all the takeouts had clumped together, there was one of each variety and for some reason there were two pizza places within sight of each other... both boldly proclaiming they had the best deals and obviously trying to steal customers from the other. However it seemed all of them were fairly popular, perhaps it was just the time of day but they were rather busy so he was held up for some time...<br><br>When he finally got back to the house it was... just as normal, nothing had changed since he left it and why should it have, no one else was meant to be in the house. The kitchen had some cutlery, at least enough for one person, and there were still the soft drinks in the basement... if he wanted to go back down there...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 19:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt a shiver as he reached the house and gazed up at its dark, empty windows, before picking up his pizza (from the store on the left, he'd try the one on the right next time) and trudging inside... looking around like he expected something to be wrong. But why would it? <br><br>Even so, he paused as he remembered the fridge was in the basement. <br><br>Shaking his head, he put his box down on the side table and headed down there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 20:58:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Down in the basement it was... actually better than before, the strange eerie sensations that spread through the rest of the house weren’t down here anymore, almost as if something had driven them away. He had no trouble getting what he desired from the fridge well, there was only bottled water now but still... no evil forces or crazy shadows... just him down there alone getting a drink.<br><br>However... when he came up, things had changed, specifically his pizza box was gone and in its place there was a bowl of salad with a light dressing, to the side was bread laid out on a cutting board with a suitable sawing knife.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 01:30:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... fuck."<br><br>He went cold as he saw the change, dropping the bottle of water as his fingers trembled. He picked up the knife, gripping tight as he could and brandishing it as he whirled around, looking for movement. "Who did that?" he shouted. "Come out! Show yourself!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 16:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There he was... as last night, fully formed... Daniel stood against the wall watching carefully and smiling towards him <strong>“I did it darling... you need to watch your diet after all... that... stuff, was far too fatty and was terribly unhealthy”</strong> he smiled and walked over closer to him seemingly not frightened by the knife. That bottle of water he had dropped never actually hit the floor too... it floated up and landed next to the rest of his meal <strong>“Go on dear... eat...”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 00:24:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"NO!" Chris screamed. "This isn't real! This can't be happening!" He threw the knife at the figure, and turned to sprint for the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 22:57:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel raised his hand... the knife stopped mid-air... then it clattered to the ground in front of him, he waved his hand and Chris was paralysed just like last night. <strong>“You really shouldn’t try to run dear... you may trip and fall, now just take a seat and eat the meal I prepared for you... now...”</strong> he stepped closer and grabbed Chris tugging him over to the food, a stool scraped across the floor to stand before it and he forced him to sit... the upper half of his body suddenly able to move again but his legs still stuck. <strong>“Go on dear... eat...”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 03:55:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris screamed as the man - ghost? monster? - struck him rigid, and dragged him by the arm over to the dinner table, forcing him down onto the stool. "This can't be happening..." he repeated weakly as his arms unseized and he almost flopped over, as Daniel - or whatever he or it was - pointedly returned the knife to its place beside the meal. <br><br>Hands trembling, he picked up the knife and fork, and started on the roast half tomatoes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 18:14:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel stood behind Chris, watching carefully as he began to eat <strong>“Ah... that’s good dear... you know your hair is a mess, i’ll take care of it for you now though I think we will need to get some new maids... you went out today, did you find any suitable women?"</strong> his hands were on Chris’s head, they were slightly cold like before but he seemed to have begun to generate his own heat from somewhere... as his hands stroked through the man’s hair it got smooth and shiny, straightening out and stretching just a bit longer too...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 02:28:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris shivered involuntarily at the cold touch, and the presence of this thing right behind him, focring him to do what he - it - wanted... and now touching him, calling him dear... and he could feel a faint tugging at his scalp as well, what was it doing to his hair?<br><br>"Wh-why are you doing this?" he asked fearfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 11:10:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel continued his actions... slowly increasing the length with just a simple stroke of his hair... stopping when it had reached his upper back. <strong>“Why... because I do not wish to be alone anymore... so I am making you my wife”</strong> when he was satisfied with the length his hands started to twist around in Chris’s hair, reshaping it... strings appearing in his hair to hold it in place till its &nbsp;final form (http://www.curly-hair-styles-magazine.com/images/curly-hair-style-long-victorian-large.jpg) was achieved for now <strong>“Enjoying your meal dear?”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 15:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?!" Chris shrieked. "No! I'm a man!" <br><br>He tried to push himself up, tried to force his legs to work, to run from this place in blind panic. He got further than Daniel might have expected, before an unseen weight dropped him to his knees. <br><br>"No... let me go... please... You can't do this!" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 20:16:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“Yesss.... unfortunately you are a man... for now... but I will soon sort that out, don’t worry about it dear... i’ll make you beautiful...”</strong> The ghostly man watched intrigued as Chris began to run... a little shocked he could even move at all right now, it didn’t last for him though... still... this resistance would be a problem <strong>“Oh dear... why do you resist me so... I just want to change a bit about you... if you keep resisting like this I’ll have to take more drastic measures you know” </strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 04:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't <em>want</em> to be a <em>woman!</em>" Chris yelled. "Let me <em>go</em>, you fucking <em>monster!</em>" He started to crawl, as long as he could before the weight slammed down on him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 22:47:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel smiled... and laughed, walking slowly over to Chris squatting down next to him when he was clearly stuck by the invisible forces <strong>“Don’t you now... well.. that will change... I will keep you and let you slowly transition into your... true self...”</strong> he laughed again and grabbed him, lifting him up by one hand and carrying Chris over to the bedroom yet still paralysed, throwing him inside and standing at the door <strong>“You may prepare yourself for bed... although if you can’t manage it I will just have to do it myself”</strong> he stepped back, the door glided shut and he was left alone in the room...<br><br>The windows were locked... the door was locked, the bathroom was open again, however all the items in the room were clearly feminine, from the bright pink night gown to the strawberry scented shampoo....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:26:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris snarled and tried to spit at the ghost, but couldn't force the spit out of his mouth as he was lifted as easily as a rag doll and carried upstairs, like a child... or like a bride across the threshold. He was able to scream as he was dropped onto the bed, and stumble to the door to hammer on it...<br><br>Looking around, wild-eyed, his bedroom was now old-fashioned and clearly meant for a woman...<br><br>He ran to the window, to try and force it open. This was real, this was even worse than he'd feared, and he knew he had to get away!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 01:26:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The window was locked shut... the glass whilst it seemed normal would not break no matter how much force he threw at it, the door was the same keeping him trapped inside with little to no chance of any kind of escape. Laid on the bed there was the night gown he had been forced into last night, there were some fluffy slippers by the bed and from the bathroom a pleasant smell was wafting in...<br><br>In the bathroom a hot bath had been drawn and some scented candles lit and laid around the edge of the bath... a towel was sitting to the side warming slowly on the radiator and there was a nice sponge ready for him to clean with... although he could always choose not to and see how far Daniel’s threats would extend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 02:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris stayed still, sitting on the armchair, arms folded, refusing to move. "No fucking way I'm helping you do this," he snarled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 21:45:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a sigh that came from all around him in the room... Daniel walked in through the door making it clear that he had no physical contact with things he didn’t want to. The man looked at Chris with clear disappointment and walked up to him <strong>“Well if you do not wish to obey... then I will have to keep you in till you learn how to do what I say...”</strong> he reached out to Chris grabbing him again and starting to drag him into the bathroom... going to simply strip him and dump him into the bath and make sure that his new ‘wife’ would be nice and clean for bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 03:04:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris struggled, flailing and kicking at the cold figure, not quite feeling the strikes connect as he was carried, his clothes were pulled and torn off and he was tossed into the waiting bath, struggling not to be held under. "Get off!" he screamed as he surfaced. "Stop!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 18:05:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel halted for a moment... still holding Chris in the water and watching carefully for a little bit longer before stepping back, there was still an invisible force holding the man in the water but the ghost had moved back <strong>“I shall give you one more chance my dear... bathe yourself properly or I will have to take drastic measures...”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 22:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris clung to the side of the tub, knuckles white, his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline. "What are you going to do?" he asked, rage mixed with terror.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 02:15:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				aniel smiled and leant against the bathroom wall watching him like a hawk, amused by the obvious fear on his face... <strong>“Well... if you want to test me and find out that’s up to you, buuut... so far i’ve been being gentle and slow with this... I can always speed it up, it’ll hurt much more but if you continue to misbehave I suppose that’ll be alright.”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 00:08:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris managed enough spittle to spit at the ghost.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 04:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel simply let it phase through, sighing softly and fading away leaving the man to deal with things himself... he didn’t return... Chris was left alone in the bathroom to finish up or try and get out... only the door out of the bedroom was locked so he could at least leave the bath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Of Shadows (Beatrice Black and endlesspie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 20:32:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris clambered out of the bath, grabbing a towel, rubbing himself somewhat dry and then rushing to find something to wear.
			</dd>
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