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A night in a haunted house tests the sanity of brave (or foolish) adventure-seekers. (The character im using is 7, so preferably the other characters need to be older than her. Mabey like a big brother figure? Or a protector?)

i'll join

( do i go first? )

Walcott approaches the house slowly, flier flapping in his hand. The night air is stale and acrid smelling from the city pollution and homeless people. The song 'Royals' by Lorde plays through his earbuds as he steps through a particularly deep puddle of muddy water left over from the most recent rain and scowls intensely.

"What could this be about?" He muses, inwardly, and not outwardly because that would be embarrassing. He lifts the brass knocker on the front door and bangs it dramatically four times, the sharp sound echoing throughout the inky night.

Clare throws his phone down into the dirt as Flappy Bird yet again, crashes into another green pipe. How does the bird not know how to fly on it's own after like, one hundred attempts in a row? He grimaced, realizing his phone had skittered into a puddle at the bottom of the porch steps. It was even worse when his phone was pushed deeper into the muddy water by the sole of a shoe. Clare scrambled to grab his phone as the owner of the shoes walked by him and up the stairs without any acknowledgement. He resisted the urge to count the knocks on the door out loud as he stood up, turning to face the one who'd walked by him.

"I don't know if you're expecting some ghost butler to like, answer the door or something, but I've been sitting out here for a while and I think they would've had the courtesy to open it already if they saw me." Clare stopped his rambling short as he tried to turn his phone screen on and only received a faint flicker before it turned black again. "Bummer."

[ahh i didnt see u guys post on here sorryz lol. ill post with my char in a min ]

Kriss walked up to the stairs of the house, flier in hand. She stops right in front of the puddle. She looks questionably up at the two figures already there. "Did you guys get a flier too?" She asks shyly. She never was one for conversation. She pulled her thin jacket tighter around her as she asked. 'I need to get a new one soon' she thought.

Walcott glares daggers at smelly Clarington and considers pushing him into the puddle before he hears a tiny voice. He turns to look at Kriss, eyebrows raising up into his hat in surprise. "Uh, yeah." He holds up the weathered flyer and it flaps ominously in the wind before flying out of his hand and into the distance. Walcott swears, and crams his hand into his pocket. He'd had to use it as a napkin earlier, anyways, so maybe it wasn't such a good idea to show it to a little kid...

Clare stepped back off the first step into the mud while trying to avoid eye contact from the glare he was receiving from Walcott. He looked over his shoulder and down at the small girl behind him. He shoved his hands into his back pockets reaching for the crumpled flyer he could have sworn he'd put there...but they were empty. "I...yeah. I had a flyer too. I guess I lost it, though." Clare sighed, disappointed with himself, honestly.

"T...then why are you standing out here? Why haven't you gone inside the house yet? The door is open." Kriss points at the door behind Walcott indicating that it is open. "O..or are you waiting for someone to come out and lead you in? C..cause i dont think that is going to happen."

Bonnie approached the three figures infront of her slowly, creeping up behind them careful not to make a sound. She decided on the young girl and carefully tiptoed upto her until she was right behind her. Then as loud as she could Bonnie screamed in the little kids ears making her jump out of her skin. Bonnie smirked.
'What's the deal with this?' She said holding out the same flyer as the rest of them.

Walcott smells and hears Bonnie approaching from a few blocks away but does nothing to stop or hinder her from screaming at Kriss. He watches with a totally dead expression on his face, ears blanking out from the high screech, and takes this time to let his mind wander to what the next Frasier episode is that he needs to watch. It makes him think of "The Seal Who Came to Dinner" and he suppresses a laugh and turns away, starting up the stairs.

"Well, uh, if that's all done with, I'm gonna head on inside. You all comin'?"

Kriss jumps as she hears a loud scream in her ears. "W..what the heck!" Her face turned a slight shade of red. "What was that for?" She turns away from Bonnie and follows after Walcott.

Clare stared, wide-eyed, at Bonnie and frowned. Grimacing, he rubbed small circles on his temples and focused his hearing away from the noise. He stepped away from her and followed Walcott, preferring the possibility of getting bullied over 'being smelly' rather than having his eardrums being blown out by some random girl's shrill screaming.

'Scared ya!' Laughed Bonnie to Kriss.
Bonnie was still giggling to herself as she followed the rest of them up the steps.
'Hey who died and left you in charge?' She says to Walcott.
Suddenly they are all thrown forward by a huge gust of air, landing inside the enterance to the building. The door slams behind them.

"Stop talking." Walcott says, and holds up his hand a few inches from Bonnie's face, but is interrupted from continuing when he's flung forward. Having cool vampire reflexes, he lands on his feet, but he can't say the same for Clarington, who slams into him and knocks him over.

"Jesus, Joseph and Mary," Walcott grumbles, and tries to shove him off. "Watch what you're doing, cousin." Walcott stands up and dusts himself off, ignoring the pain in his knees, and looks around. A bit of haunting music drifts from a room in the back of the house, he recognizes it to be 'Mephisto Waltz' and cringes, and he can almost hear the impact of fingers on keys.

"This is so lame," He mumbles. "They want us to go to the back of the house. Of course." Walcott makes his way back to the door and jiggles the handle.

"Locked. Fantastic."

Bonnie climbs to her feet, her elbow throbbing from the awkward landing.
'Its locked!?' Shouts Bonnie wiping dirt off her brand new dress.
Fully adjusted, Bonnie tries the door handle herself, just incase Walcott was lying. He looks the sort.
Locked.
'Now what?' Asks Bonnie to noone in particular.

"Holy --- Christ." The buffer from knocking into Walcott helped Clare steady himself without... completely falling over. Clarington stepped away, trying to give the other male an apologetic smile as he picked himself up off the ground. His close call with a face plant onto the frankly, dirty, floor he tensed and braced for any other sudden...forces? Whatever had caused the group to be swept into the house obviously wasn't all that patient. Clare knit his eyebrows together as Walcott, then Bonnie, checked the doorknob. They didn't seem to be all that friendly, either.

"We could look around, maybe? Rather than walking into whatever's going on over...there." Hesitant, he motioned his hand limply towards the direction of the music which seemed to be coming from whatever was at the end of a nearby hallway.

Kriss lands inside barley on her feet. "Wh..what in the world did that?" She watches as both Walcott and Bonnie try the door handle. "who do you think is playing that music?" She looks around taking in her surroundings.

"Dunno. Probably some musty old dude." Walcott pinches the bridge of his nose. "Only ways to go are up," He gestures to stairs and then pats what appears to be a trapdoor with his shoetip, "down, and through the hallway. Where are we goin', ladies?" He turns to the other three and takes his hat off, running his hand through his hair to try and put some sort of order to it.