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(Sorry folks. Friend needed me to watch her spawn she had a family emergency -.- I'm surprised adrien is still alive)

After falling on his rear Adrien seemed to freeze. He watched everything happen with a sort of detatched horror, his greet blue eyes wide as saucers. The young teen didn't budge until the little girl screamed about more ghosts. At the point he scrambled to his feet, and edged towards the door however he froze when the witch promised to close the door behind them. When the witch finally disappeared with th advice of fleeing Adrien was a white as a sheet, he looked at the others who were left. "What do we do. I dont want to die......" His voice was barely a whisper

He'd watch with muted disgust as the unfortunate souls that attempted escape were ripped apart. His hands began to shake as their blood covered the windows, the grisly scene curtained behind the wall of red. Takurasho turned as the witch disappeared. All that was left besides himself was two young boys & the peculiar white-haired woman. His countenance further blanched, giving him a deathly pale look, the deep frown returning. He was horrible with children. & women, for that matter. But seeing the three gave him an instinctive sense of responsibility, & he delicately attempted to calm them down. "I'm... uncertain as to why this is happening to us," he began hesitantly, "but it seems she's gone... for the moment. We need to move quickly, before she gets back, & try to stay close to one another." He'd motion for the three to group together near himself. If you can't stay calm, at least attempt to look calm, he reminded himself. The last thing they need is any more panic.

Takurasho steeled himself with great effort. He was unable to look entirely calm, instead taking on a rather stern look, but it was better than expressing the mounting panic he was experiencing. He'd swing the rickety wooden chair against the nearest wall, smashing the seat, then stooped to pick up on of the broken legs. It was conveniently pointed where it had broken off. The man wasn't sure if this would be of any actual use for defending himself. Nonetheless, it felt good to have something reminiscent of a weapon in his hands.

((Madratbird has dropped from the contest. Note to all though, you do not need to wait for the Witch to reply anymore unless the post depends on the Witch's post. You also might want to now leave the room as she reccomended. Let the following be your reason...))

The Witch could see all, and noticed that nobody moved out of the room. My toys aren't working right, she thought. I'll have to fix some of them. A huge gust of wind hit the side of the house and blew the windows in, starting from farthest and working its way towards the door. Remember was the first one to be hit. Shards of glass ripped through the girls body, sending her bloodied figure sprawling with the force of the hit. The glass implosions continued down the line, heading towards the last three guests.

Then there were three.

(It's seems as if the writings of this forum have depleted, I felt strongly compelled to request an invitation in which I would join this piece of literature.)