*She barely knew this place existed, yet had heard of it in whispers. Sometimes the wind spoke and sometimes it took her by the hand and led her to places, where she would appear and wonder how she got there.

She remembers having fallen asleep, but the next thing she recalls is opening her eyes and pushing though the rickety door and stepping over garbage and old wood.

Her hair is down, falling like golden silk over her shoulders, oddly she is dressed in a very long, sheer white gown that almost resembles an old fashioned nightdress, very pretty, very regal. Her eyes, though open, seam glazed.

Silent as a sigh Kara walks over to the front seats. Fingertips gently roam over the back of the seat, only to slide off covered in a film of dust.

Eyelashes touch, then part as she gazes onto the stage. So often she is the one performing, yet she always enjoys watching a good show, as well.

Pearly-hued pumps make the fantest of sounds as Kara walks over to the center seat of the front row and sits down waiting for the show to begin.*

 You sit for a few minutes before you seem to become aware of another presence in the theatre. From the recesses of your mind comes a voice young, feminine and childlike,

"I don't like to be alone. Can I play with you..."

*Kara looks over her shoulder at the vast nothingness and smiles softly, tenderly* You should not be here alone, little one *she whispers*

Come...sit here with me...*she pats the empty seat next to her then tilts her head and continues to speak to the shadows.* Perhaps the show will begin soon, perhaps it will be something happy, something with ballerinas and princes who wear pretty costumes *a pause, then she pats the seat again, dust mites floating into the air around her, creating artificial fairy dust* come...

"I have always been alone. Everyone has left. They don't like me very much. What's your name, you are very pretty, like my father would say."

2008-07-19 18:34:40 Wraith rolls 6 dice to Hive Mind (Diff 7) 8,2,3,1,5, 8 (1 success)

"And where is your little boy, I'd like to play?"  

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*Lashes touch, a sort of blink,* thank you, you are pretty, as well *she sees nothing but shadows dancing against the dust but in her mind there is some little girl who keeps shape-shifting, from pretty doll-like cherub, to skeleton-shild, to an eerie figure with the face of an octopus, flickering like a lightswitch; yet it is the cherub-child that lingers most.

Suddenly something changes* my boy...*she utters ever so softly and the vision of Lucas creeps into her brain* where is my boy? *in the back of the Theatre a little boy giggles and Kara bolds off her seat looking around frantically* where is my little boy?

*again, the hallways of her warped brain create phantom sounds, and yet again she hears the giggle.* Lucas? *she utters then stands up on the seat she was sitting on, hands covered in dust* Lucas? *she screams his name into the nothingess.*

"I hurt real bad, everyone hates me, but I am. When does the pain end, I never know? I am bad, you had better leave, I will only hurt you..." as the words wisp into your mind you are aware of a young child standing in the theatre with you, alone, confused and very dark, you have never witnessed another soul as bleak. Your sight reveals a darkened soul bereft of any light, it seems to feed upon the energy of others, it is a darkness you can not fathom.  

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*Kara's gaze finally falls upon the figure, its darkness and gloomyness seeps into her cells like acid, yet she does not look away.* You are not Lucas...*she whispers as she moves off the seat and takes a single step closer to the other.*

You cannot hurt me, all the hurt I had I split between two, I have no more pain to give *though untrue, Kara believes that with all she's got, blind from the real truth that she has a lot more hurt left*... little one *a feeling surges though her, something between sorrow and bitterness. There is not a speckle of light around this youngun, there is no spark in its soul...have it got a soul. She wonders...just how dead is this... creature?

Then finally she utters* why do you hurt? Who hurt you...I can hurt them for you, make them suffer for their sins.  

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As father said you are beautiful, he liked pretty people, let's play, I know lots of games."

*dumbly she nods, tossing her questions and antisipations to the wind. Suddenly, she is in her little daze again.* Play.... yes, we can play....play many, many games. Shall we play hide and seek?

*lashes touch and heavily she slumps to the foot of the seat, her gown covered in a cloud of dust.* Won't the show start soon? *she utters softly as she looks to the spook.*

 "There is no show tonight, they don't like me," in a childlike voice. "But, you will fucking learn your place" in a deeper masculine voice.

2008-07-23 19:53:26 Wraith rolls 8 dice to Foul Humour (Diff 5) 3,10,1,1,5, 7,4,4,9 (2 successes)

The smell of a foul masculine odor hits you, underlined with the scent of sex. The sounds of a the child laughing can be heard seemingly fused into the noise that quickly become maddening.

"I like this game, daddy always played it with me."

*her nose wriggles, the scent wafting though her nostrils. She snorts and furrows her brows. Her mind swarming, unsure if there's supposed to be a show tonight...or something else. She is hovering somewhere between real and false and begins to slowly tilt deeper into the fake.

She shakes her head as the child speaks.* I don't think you're supposed to like this game...*she utters, the laughter ringing in her ears.*  

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 "Thats the only game I know, you wanted to play, now its time,"

2008-07-24 17:49:00 Wraith rolls 7 dice to Weirdness (Cha+Pand) (Diff 5) 2,9,5,8,6, 5,10,5 (7 successes)

A large shadow of someone quickly moves from behind your chair, as you hear her "Don't run, He always gets you"

*She shivers slightly as the voice comes up behind her, yet she makes no attempt to run.* I won't run...*she whispers,and she would not, she was always one to face her hell, and the hell forced onto her. Her eyes search for the child, then she speaks again.* Let the child be!

 "I want you," says the gravelly masculine voice behind your ear breathing upon your neck.

*She listens, the words seeping into her ears. She can feel his breath.* Is that so? *she utters softly then slowly turns looking to see whatever it is she will see.*

2008-07-24 18:54:51 Wraith rolls 9 dice to Beffudlement & (Int+Pand) (Diff 5) 7,6,10,6,10, 4,10,6,2,9, 10,7,5 (11 successes)

As you turn to look, you are overcome with vertigo. Your senses and mind slip away, confusing all your memories. You can not remember clearly whom you are, why you are here, nor why you are on the floor. (OOC - The victim must make an Intelligence roll (difficulty 8) to think clearly)

The voice in your head is berating you, but you can not make out nor remember what the child is saying. You feel something wet and viscous upon your dress.

((Kara rolls 4 dice to Intelligence roll (Diff 8) 6,8,1,5 failure))

*Her head spins, then the room begins to teeter, the chairs cause a wave upon a sea of confution. The curtains spread before her eyes like bloody crimson wings, the wings of a slaughtered crow. Scents around her blur, dust and sweat and bubblegum.

Kara gasps as she feels the floor under her feet melt away, and suddenly, in her mind, she is hanging by some unbreakable thread.

Her dress begins to feel slimy, like someone's chopped up a squid, purated it and tossed the gooey liquid all over her gown.

She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. They all die, one by one, on her lips and falls off her tongue, silently to their death.*

 The voice and confusion build to a climax, assaulting your senses, fueling the madness. You see a man consumed by lust, devoid of humanity. A girl, very young with blackened eyes stands before you. She has a gaping wound upon her side, exposing her entrails. The wound has festered and bloated, surely no one could live through something like that. The smell of sex, sweat, and tears floods your mind. The pain of a life devoid of any care comes unbidden to your mind.

"Where is your Lucas now I wonder, perhaps I should make certain he is cared for..."

With that everything becomes still, you are lying upon the floor of the dilapidated theatre. There is a soft wind filtering through the hole in the ceiling and a soft light from the waning moon. You no longer feel the presence, you are alone.

*Kara, lost in a world beyond Human, void of any calm or sence or joy. In a second she sees the man, he is horrid, he smells...she can smell him around her and it is sickening. Yet what is worse...much, much worse is the child she sees next.

In a blink she sees the other, disgusting because he made her that way...broken, ripped to shreds from the inside out. Her entrails remind her of snakes, her body a cavity...a cave where the sin-animal rests. She can hear it hiss softly.

But then, the most aweful thing...him mentioning her son's name. She remembers reaching out to grab him and kill him, she remembers the growl in the back of her throat, but in a millisecond it is gone.

She is no longer seeing them, she is on the floor of the Theatre...alone. There is nothing left but the dust mites and the scent of garbage and old wood.

Lucas....

Rage pours though her, she can feel tears threatening, burning but then they are surpressed by something else...hate, pure, brutal hate.

Kara rises and moves to bare planks of wood. She grabs one of them and begins to smash the seats, not planning on giving up till at least half of the front row reminds one of broken teeth. ((Kara rolls str+stam to smashing seats 1,7,7,2,7, 4,5 (2 successes))


Finally, she stops. She is not shaking, she looks in control, narrowed eyes close, then open...serine. She drops the plank and wipes her hands on her white dress. It is now stained, like the little girl.

Ever so slowly she pivots and looks to the stage. For a moment all is silent...then...
...a tilt of her head, and her lips purse, finally she speaks.* I guess there is no show tonight....

*As quiet as a nightmare she walks over the planks, over the garbage and decay, walks away from the Haunting and horrid smells. She heads out into the midnight street.

Tomorrow she will wake, doublful that she will remember much of anything of this twisted Moonlit Sonota.*