Betrayal at House on the Hill

[angelcage]

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]

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[angelcage]

[ It isn't. It looks like it could work, but there's no record, the needle placed away from the track.

In the nearest corner of the room, the closet door opens just a crack, almost in response to his touching the record player. ]

[dendarii]

[ Yeah, Miles is starting to not enjoy this weird dream. But his curiosity moves him to the closet door to peek inside. ]

[angelcage]

[ The inside is dark-- nothing inside he can see, other than boxes, shut. But before he can investigate one—

Behind him, the floorboards have been slowly creaking. Dust rising. Footprints appear on the dirty floor, heading towards him-- a pair of hands he can't see reach him, one grabbing his hand. Trying to usher him towards the dance floor. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles whirls a moment too late. The first hand pulls him along like a kite being drawn in by its string. ]

Hey--!

[angelcage]

[ Laughter: a lady's laugh, as she pulls him towards the floor.

There's no one visible, but the presence is unmistakable as she pulls him into closed position, heedless of Mordred at the end of the chain on his wrist. ]

[dendarii]

[ What the fuck is going on here. It's so weird and bizarre that the only thing Miles can think to do is take this invisible woman's hand as if he was going to dance. ]

[angelcage]

[ Approval-- for a moment, the music swells louder, but it's the end of the waltz, winding down. It slows to a stately close, and the grip on his hand loosens, then slips away entirely.

In the quiet left in the absence of music, he can hear her footsteps heading away, gliding towards a wall.

It seems that might have been the right thing to do. ]

[dendarii]

[ It all leaves Miles rather breathless. And a little bit charmed by the experience, even it was mildly terrifying. ]

I guess I didn't step on her feet.

[runawaystory]

[bbbacking away from Miles and his invisible dance partner and visible handcuff partner]

[dendarii]

[ look he's just as weirded out. After the dance he sort of wanders for a moment, confused. ]

You saw that, right?

[runawaystory]

Yes. That's why I'm standing all the way over here.

[dendarii]

That's ... likely a good call. I don't know what that was.

[runawaystory]

Got to be a ghost, right? Invisible people floating around. That's definitely a ghost.

[dendarii]

Yes, but I felt their hand too. Is that normal?

[runawaystory]

I haven't encountered enough ghosts to know, but I've definitely met...things...that could have a physical effect even if they weren't, you know, physically there. So I mean. It's in the realm of possibility?

[dendarii]

I suppose nearly everything is at this point. Even so.