12th of November, 2013 12:34

A man marched in front of the group. He was wearing a grey polo shirt, black trousers and black boots. His hair was jelled into a random pattern, stiff strands of hair popping up all over. The room was in silence as the man marched. His eyes scanned over the people in front of him as they all stared back at him, stiff as boards. "Right!" his mouth suddenly opened, causing the group to jump. Ryan's gaze flicked to Pewds, who was trying to contain a smirk put failing badly. His face resembled that of someone that was struggling in the bathroom. "You!" the man shouted, his pastel blue gaze stopping on Felix. "You. Do you find something funny or are you about to shit yourself?"

"No, no," Felix squeaked, trying to hold his laughter as he could see Ryan in the corner of his eye. "No," he cleared his throat, "I was trying to contain myself. I apologise."

"You better. For that, you can go in first. BUT, before we step anywhere near the house, we need a briefing, don't we?" At these words, he turned to a television which had a paused video on it. The TV showed an old man, his grey hair thinning. He was wearing a similar outfit to the man in the room. His voice was deep and clearly that of a smoker. The man's face was wrinkly and his hands were tinted brown from the tobacco over the years.

"Welcome to my house. I am Lord Quielton. This manor has been in my family's name since 1568. It first came into the family with Lady Camberling. She married a husband that ran a business in animal sale and breeding. Mainly horses. They bred the best steeds known in England and soon they were known around the world. Everybody wanted their horses. This encouraged them to move to America. They had three children. But only one made it through childhood. And that pattern was repeated. Every generation have had three children and only the middle child would survive."

"I have had reports from family, friends and guests of children walking the halls. Children walking the halls when there were no children present. Now, this is purely speculation but… Are they my dead relatives?" The screen flicked to pictures taken of the beings and a comparison of portraits or photos of the family. They were strangely similar. Felix's heart started to race. What had he done? He had brought himself to an actual haunted house. His face paled and he felt sick, turning to Ryan who was transfixed on the TV.

"That is for you to decide. You will be spending a night in the house, free of charge! In fact, make it through and we will pay you. Leave early and you will lose money. I have a few rules for my house though." At this point, sheets were handed out to each person. All their eyes moved to the paper.

Rule one. If a door is locked, it is locked for a reason. Do not try to get in.

Rule two. Do not start physical fights with each other. If someone gets injured, we are not responsible. Remember, if you leave the house, you lose your money.

Rule three. Do not bring your own food and drink into the house. A pack will be available with all the food and water you are allowed.

Also, any good pictures will be paid for so feel free to take pictures! And good luck.

12th of November, 2013 20:00

He sighs as he waited for his friend to finish on the toilet, checking his nails every so often. Felix shifted his weight to lean on the wall, sighing in the silence of the corridor. The lights above his head were constantly flicking between on and off. The man had hardly noticed until he suddenly got a headache. Ryan had taken forever in the bathroom and, normally, Felix wouldn't mind but this was Ryan. Ryan never took a long time. The dark haired man knocked on the door. "Ryan? You finished in there?"

"Just give me a second, Felix. I-I'm fine." Felix raises a brow and glared slightly in concern, his lips forming a line as his concern grew. "Okay. Hurry up."

In the bathroom, Ryan had finished his business and was now staring at the wall. His hands were dripping from the water he had used to wash his hands. His attention was quickly drawn as the door swung open and Felix walked in. "What are you doing? Ryan, are you okay?"

"M-me?" He cleared his throat and turned his attention back to the wall, his face falling. "Oh… Yeah." He chuckled. Yeah, I'm fine." He went to dry his hands. They excited the room and turned to walk down the corridor. "Hey, Felix. Might wanna record this trip. It's meant to be the most haunted room."