Haunted Manor [Free/N.D.E.]
Jan 14, 2012 12:46:04 GMT -7
Post by archer2 on Jan 14, 2012 12:46:04 GMT -7
Silence. Silence filled the empty hallways of former Suzuki mansion, creeping behind every corner and keeping little guests as rats and spiders in check. Even bats felt the pressure of being silent, not hunting the large amount of bugs that infected this cursed manor.
Yes, cursed manor, for several years now this place has been center point of new occult mythology, many tales threaded from its foundation, each more frightful than the other. Still they all started at the base that was mostly the same.
Suzuki were proud family of ninja prodigies, a lineage of famous puppeteers that in long forgotten past renegaded from Village hidden in Sand and started period of prosperity it their newly found home. Their talents were endless, creation of puppets boomed during their existence, but not just as ninja craft, also as children dolls. In no great amount of time they became one of more wealthy families, enjoying in every type of pleasure available to them. Lust, gluttony, sloth, pride, there were no sinful things they didn't do and so the wrath of the heaven struck them down. At least that is what the stories said. The reality was less just, less interesting to normal humans who craved to enjoy in suffering of someone who forgot how to live like a normal person would, enjoying endless wealth and resources and even though there are still some who remember the true Suzuki's, their voice means nothing in the sea of jealousy and 'just deserved karma'.
Still one person remembered real Suzuki family perfectly, one person still filled the space of their cursed home. She was just a petite girl, a remnant of 'sinful loins that bathed in lust and glory', she was a ghost who should've remained in the past. She was Suzuki Mei, Ghost of the Mansion.
Her white tabi tips touched the solid floor, streaming slowly down the hallways like a phantasm she was presumed to be. She walked proudly, but her chin was tilted downward, toward the floor although she knew every hole in this place, every nook and cranny, every damaged wall. Mei has been like this ever since he whole family died and she accepted that fact, silent and cold, depressed and sad, but also pure evil.
Her kimono swayed on the chilly midnight wind as she looked at the endless lanes she could take in her own house, this house occupying over five family members and over thirty servants and workers with their families. At that time Suzuki's were very generous to their staff and treated them like a family. They all died, and those who weren't burned along with them in flames, kept secret about the surviving member. They kept the secret about the ghost, for it was Mei's way of survival. Loneliness was a must to her and scaring occasional visitors was only duty she had in the depths of the nights, planting few well planned traps, using her illusionary talents, or just procreating great mishap with her appearance alone. Even though she wasn't the prankster type of a person, Mei accidentally followed this ghost myth, using only things she knew about and scaring the people out of their short.
The walk wasn't short, the mansion had three floors and two subterranean levels that included a family vault that Mei converted into small apartment for herself, leaving the rest of the manor to the nature to take care off. She had to inspect every known floor to check upon her traps and see if any of them were disturbed. There were some simple ones, like loose floor boards that creaked upon pressure, giving chilly atmosphere, others were more sophisticated. There were secret compartments in the walls that Mei used to spy on her 'victims', using the opportunity to scare them with some jutsu's, pulling few strings to activate other traps, like falling pictures. She even abused her techniques to create 'ghost' sounds through out the mansion, some sounding like crying of the little kids, other yelling of the angry man, words 'kill you, kill me' being chanted forever. For occult maniacs this was false paradise.
Finally passing through the semi opened section where the wall has been blown away and the outside intruded, Mei was bathed in purest moonlight. Her skin glittered, her white kimono with black outline shined, but it wasn't the beautiful shine. It was look of a puppet that bathed in non existence. Her red pupil looked outside at the vast garden they once tended to, now a wilderness of its own. Only thing keeping this place from being wrecked to the ground was her bribing the officials with treasure from her vault. Still there was some sense of beauty in all that wild expression of grudge she tended to. On the other hand if she could see with her other eye, the bluish white pupil would see the calm before the storm. Something would happen tonight and she was ready to stop it from happening.
With her continued steps, even the wind went silent. Silence filled the empty hallways of former Suzuki mansion. Silence.
Yes, cursed manor, for several years now this place has been center point of new occult mythology, many tales threaded from its foundation, each more frightful than the other. Still they all started at the base that was mostly the same.
Suzuki were proud family of ninja prodigies, a lineage of famous puppeteers that in long forgotten past renegaded from Village hidden in Sand and started period of prosperity it their newly found home. Their talents were endless, creation of puppets boomed during their existence, but not just as ninja craft, also as children dolls. In no great amount of time they became one of more wealthy families, enjoying in every type of pleasure available to them. Lust, gluttony, sloth, pride, there were no sinful things they didn't do and so the wrath of the heaven struck them down. At least that is what the stories said. The reality was less just, less interesting to normal humans who craved to enjoy in suffering of someone who forgot how to live like a normal person would, enjoying endless wealth and resources and even though there are still some who remember the true Suzuki's, their voice means nothing in the sea of jealousy and 'just deserved karma'.
Still one person remembered real Suzuki family perfectly, one person still filled the space of their cursed home. She was just a petite girl, a remnant of 'sinful loins that bathed in lust and glory', she was a ghost who should've remained in the past. She was Suzuki Mei, Ghost of the Mansion.
Her white tabi tips touched the solid floor, streaming slowly down the hallways like a phantasm she was presumed to be. She walked proudly, but her chin was tilted downward, toward the floor although she knew every hole in this place, every nook and cranny, every damaged wall. Mei has been like this ever since he whole family died and she accepted that fact, silent and cold, depressed and sad, but also pure evil.
Her kimono swayed on the chilly midnight wind as she looked at the endless lanes she could take in her own house, this house occupying over five family members and over thirty servants and workers with their families. At that time Suzuki's were very generous to their staff and treated them like a family. They all died, and those who weren't burned along with them in flames, kept secret about the surviving member. They kept the secret about the ghost, for it was Mei's way of survival. Loneliness was a must to her and scaring occasional visitors was only duty she had in the depths of the nights, planting few well planned traps, using her illusionary talents, or just procreating great mishap with her appearance alone. Even though she wasn't the prankster type of a person, Mei accidentally followed this ghost myth, using only things she knew about and scaring the people out of their short.
The walk wasn't short, the mansion had three floors and two subterranean levels that included a family vault that Mei converted into small apartment for herself, leaving the rest of the manor to the nature to take care off. She had to inspect every known floor to check upon her traps and see if any of them were disturbed. There were some simple ones, like loose floor boards that creaked upon pressure, giving chilly atmosphere, others were more sophisticated. There were secret compartments in the walls that Mei used to spy on her 'victims', using the opportunity to scare them with some jutsu's, pulling few strings to activate other traps, like falling pictures. She even abused her techniques to create 'ghost' sounds through out the mansion, some sounding like crying of the little kids, other yelling of the angry man, words 'kill you, kill me' being chanted forever. For occult maniacs this was false paradise.
Finally passing through the semi opened section where the wall has been blown away and the outside intruded, Mei was bathed in purest moonlight. Her skin glittered, her white kimono with black outline shined, but it wasn't the beautiful shine. It was look of a puppet that bathed in non existence. Her red pupil looked outside at the vast garden they once tended to, now a wilderness of its own. Only thing keeping this place from being wrecked to the ground was her bribing the officials with treasure from her vault. Still there was some sense of beauty in all that wild expression of grudge she tended to. On the other hand if she could see with her other eye, the bluish white pupil would see the calm before the storm. Something would happen tonight and she was ready to stop it from happening.
With her continued steps, even the wind went silent. Silence filled the empty hallways of former Suzuki mansion. Silence.
