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"It's the theme from the 1978 version of Halloween..." Clare states with a slight distaste for John Carpenter and with an air of 'as a matter of fact'-ness "But if you just were looking for a general answer, it's a speaker set down the hall."

Clarington settles his chin on Walcott's shoulder, after hovering for a moment trying to decide if it was a good peeking point for the time being. Plus, if the ghost chick tried to barricade herself in anymore tables and chairs, the other male would be the first to end up with splinters.

"We were kinda just...forced in here. Here as in, this house. Not this room, uh. Your mumble-yelling brought us here." He tried to tilt his head down to motion towards the floor of the room, but instead just pushed more into Walcott's shoulder. "Woops, sorry."

Kris's just stares at Meghan as Clarington and Walcott talk to her. She knows it's rude to stare but she just can't help it.
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Walcott gets a little weirded out by all the yelling and backs up into Clare a little.

"Do you want to be left alone or something?" He suddenly hears a person moving around downstairs and jumps a little. "Someone's here." He turns around and shimmies between Kriss and Clare to look downstairs. It's pitch black, though, all the candles are out, and Walcott can't see anything.

"S-someone else?" Meghan asks anxiously as she steps closer to the small group of people. Carefully she crosses the room, like a wild animal who could be frightened away at any moment. Finally she reached the doorway, looking past the people to see if she could catch a glimpse of this newer person. "Someone like you?" She questioned. "Or something else?"

Clare gets paler when he hears the movement downstairs and realizes he's still standing with his back to the 'empty' hall. He turns on his heel and sidesteps out of the way of the door frame, peeking behind it down the stairs, only seeing darkness. "Well if it's not someone, hopefully the something is just wind or something. Like, maybe the door opened back up and let the draft in?"

Clare was making himself want to puke with the fake optimism, but the whole situation was too inky for him to just start freaking out 100%.

Meg grasped the door frame. Part of her wanted to step out of the room but the rest of her told her it wasn't safe. "Doors don't just open back up. You just think they do because you can't see them..." She said quietly as she looked at each of them with suspicion, worried one of them would soon reveal they were something else and try to hurt her.

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Walcott sort of blanks out all the chatter trying to listen, and hard footsteps echo loudly throughout the house, projecting rather far for being on the bottom floor.

"Um," He says, and peers over the banister once more, as the footsteps speed to a run and a door slams downstairs. He squints, getting slightly irritated. "All of this cheap, phony Halloween junk is gettin' old." Walcott says, and sits on the banister of the staircase. "I'm gonna go check it out."

He takes this time to perform the most beautiful, perfect banister slide all the way down to the first floor, landing with a POMF as his sneakers hit the tile.

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Kriss listens also web the footsteps speed up and a door slams. She is a bit shocked as she watched Walcott slide down the banister. When she gets to the bottom se mutters, to low for most to hear, "a perfect 10 if you ask me". She lookes back at Clare and Meg before leaning to look over the railing.

(Not trying to rush but Clare, Meg?)

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Clare stood next to Kris and watched as Walcott slid down the banister. "I'd say about an 8.5. The form wasn't right." He considered showing the other boy up but he was pretty sure if he even tried to sit on the banister he'd fall from the very top and break his neck at the end of the fall. Instead, he used the railing as a support while walking down the stairs quickly to catch up.

"You'd think if whoever wanted to go all out they'd try to clean the place up then add the gnarly decorations." Clare looked over at a collection of cobwebs in one of the corner that looked more like an insect graveyard than a spider's home. "I guess they've never watched any HGTV."

Walcott snorts. "No kidding. Reminds me of the Count's house, from Sesame Street, or some Addams Family shit. Next thing you know, Wednesday's gonna show up." He guffaws uncharacteristically and rounds the corner to face the ghostly image of a dead and upright child.

"Oh." He backpedals into Clarington and makes a face of deep disgust. "Very funny, haha, I get th' joke. Shitty Halloween antics." He tries to look around the apparition for a projector or something, but his eyes settle on nothing specific. Wally's much too close, though, and suddenly it feels like someone just punched him in the solarplexus.

Probably because he just was.

"I'm not a ghost, idiot." Frankie says, and folds her arms defiantly. "I'm confused about this dumb house just like you guys are. I thought it was going to actually be scary, but non, of course not." She waves a hand dismissively.

"By the way, you guys are really loud. I could hear you from the basement."

"Hey dude, back off the Count, ok? This place is absolute trash compared to his crib." Clare's joking expression of irritation turned into real irritation as they turn the corner and Walcott stepped back into him, getting just enough out of the way to see the Blood Pit Monster a.k.a Frances.

Clare groaned with frustration before nesting his chin on Walcott's shoulder again, a perch to glare at Frances from. "Wow, look who's breaking into houses again. Are you going to rip off whoever trapped us in here of their sweet music tapes?"

Kriss smirked as she heard their conversation downstairs. "Is there someone else down there?" She half yells down the stairs. She was tempted to go down there with them but was concerned that Meg would run off if she did.

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Meg wandered toward the stairs as the others talked in order to hear them better. She turned back at Kris' question, "I think so," she said before cautiously making her way down the stairs. She clung to the railing on the way down as if she were afraid of falling off the stairs and dying again. It took her at least twice as long to reach the bottom as it did the others. "A-are you sure these are just pranks?" She asked them.

Walcott grimaces at Frances and rubs at his stomach, mumbling about how she really didn't have to punch him. He turns to look up at Kriss when she yells but the question is answered for him, and he almost feels a chivalrous urge to help Meg down the stairs because, jeez, that looks like it's really stressful.

Frances scoffs. "Non, of course not." She laughs, and then looks away. "I already checked. They don't have any that aren't horror movie soundtracks." She eyes Walcott suspiciously, concerned at the various shades of purple his face is turning at the mention of 'tapes' and directs her attention back to Clarington, her eyes narrowing condescendingly.

"Is he like your designated guardian or something? Why are you guys always together? Are you dating?" Frankie makes a face of disgust, moreso at the idea of Clare being vaguely intimate with anyone than the concept of them being in a romantic relationship. She watches the taller gangly one turn a dark shade of blue.

"Are you all weird colors? Was there some face paint request I'm not aware of?"

Judging by Walcott's facial expression he probably couldn't believe that he was being bullied by a fifteen year old girl almost half a foot shorter than he was.

Clare puffs up his cheeks with air, still glaring at Frankie while she talks. When he lets out the air, it sounds like more of a sputter of puffs rather than the intended, angry, 'I hate you' sigh.

"What...? Wha-- I can't even believe you'd even- oh my god. Bite me, Wednesday. We're just friends, obviously. " Clare squinted and contemplated how much that sounded like the defense of two kids in elementary school class before taking a step back from his chin nest on Walcott's shoulder. His cheeks were mulbery and he turned to focus on the other two of the party rather than be insulted about his complexion.

Meg had just reached the foot of the stairs after her seemingly potential near-death...death experience and Clare looked up at the landing above at Kris. "Are you coming down? If there's something down here we can just feed it with Frenchie."

"Yea coming." Kriss said as she came down. She was smirking, seeing she thought if was funny when someone older than her got flustered. "Who exactly is that.?" She asked pointing at Frances.