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Intro: Ghost In the Window (Ghost)

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Intro: Ghost In the Window (Ghost)

Post by Anthem on March 14th 2019, 10:44 pm


   A desolate house in a small town just outside Pittsburgh in the state of Pennsylvania. It was an opportunity Asher couldn’t possibly pass up once he heard of it. He had been on his way to the International Airport, hoping to leave the country and see the world, though his desire to have a home was suddenly thrust upon him. His plan was quite simple, go into the house and claim it as his own. Whenever someone wanted to come in or do something stupid like move in, he’d just play a haunting little melody. Extra emphasis on the haunting portion. A small sigh came from the young man’s mouth as he saw his breath in the cold air. He had gotten used to not breathing for several minutes at a time before panic suddenly overtook him and he’d gasp for air. Of all the things he loathed about his tortured existence, breathing manually was the worst part.

Taking his violin case off of his back he would set it onto the ground and contemplate his entrance to the old house. He first tried the door, it was locked, of course. Then he decided that it was best to rely on his strengths. He withdrew his curled violin and quickly placed it to proper position, tucking it by his neck and took to the bow. A quick little flick of the wrist and then creeping into a familiar flow, treble to sharp the violin sand it’s song and with an exhale, Asher saw his breath fly towards the door, taking a slight humanoid form before passing through the door. After a few more pulls and the song came to an abrupt stop. The door unlocked and Asher smiled.

”We can try this for a couple nights. If that doesn’t work then I guess we’re only thirty miles from a flight to China, right?” He asked, seemingly no one as he looked around, as if seeing something that wasn’t there and shrugging. He stepped into the house with his violin in his arms, looking back at the open door. “Oh, Uncle Jack I forgot my case, can you-?” The young man asked before the case outside was violently propelled across the air and into the house. Asher ducked to make sure it’s crashing into the house didn’t involve a collision with his head. He muttered a thanks as he glared to his angry uncle. Looking around he took notice that the two story house was partially furnished, nothing overly comfortable but that didn’t matter. He didn’t really sleep much...unless he was bored. The baby grand sitting in the living room told him he would not be sleeping too much tonight. With a smile he sat down and peeled off his jacket, clicking his tongue as he searched for the music he had written on napkins.

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Re: Intro: Ghost In the Window (Ghost)

Post by ghost on March 15th 2019, 5:48 pm

The gravel under Theum's boots was difficult to walk on. The body he was in didn't help, mostly because his host had died about four hours ago. The control takes a little getting used to, but soon he wont have to worry about it. It has been four days, three hours, fifteen minutes, and Theum looked at his watch, four seconds since he began stalking his next host body. A young man that goes by the name, "Allen Scott" was about to get out of basketball practice, he always came down the way Theum was watching, St. James street and Klick Avenue.

"There you are." Theum thought as he glared over the gravel trail, across an empty paved road, to a young man with his head tucked back into his hoodie. Theum had noticed the kid never really looked up, always walked around like the world beat him every morning, today Theum would take advantage of that. A few minutes before the kid's arrival Theum had placed a silver ring in the path, there was almost no doubt that Allen would pick it up.

Pain raked across Theum's neck and shoulder as his attention was drawn to the southeast. After the pain was gone an odd drawing filled his host's bones. After death, sensations in the body tended to be chaotic, but this was something Theum had recognized, similar to the first time he had died. It almost brought back memories of the past, though Theum tried not to hold on to those too tight. It was too tempting to pass on, he needed to know what was causing it.

The kid bent down and picked up the silver ring. Theum smiled, "I'll be seeing you later." he thought as he turned toward the odd feeling. His thick leather coat almost allowed him to vanish into the night, but the pale dead skin of his host reflected light far too well; he managed to go unnoticed by Allen.

As he traveled in the direction he was drawn, the sensation intensified and became almost pin point. He found himself in front of a house on Vecna St. It was radiating with music...

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Re: Intro: Ghost In the Window (Ghost)

Post by Anthem Yesterday at 9:55 pm


   The song started out simple enough. As his bow slid across the violin’s neck he could feel the images of lives prior. A knife across the throat, the warm liquid falling between his fingers leaving behind a gross and sickly film. The tears and emptiness of a woman looking out to sea. A small child, freightened and shaking in his bed, knowing that this breath would be his last. Focus... He needed focus. He had to latch to one. He needed to latch to the story, the meaning behind one of them. With a deep inhale, he took in life, driving back his connection with the dead, but with a slow exhale he felt them all creeping closer, all of them staring at him with expectation, anticipation. The creeping whisps and nightmare-fuel of his ancestors staring as he sought to connect with one.

   Empty... To empty his mind of anticipation, of doubt and to become one with his surroundings. Abandoned... Much too like the house around him. Abandoned, empty. What else could he feel? He allowed the spirits closer and closer, searching for the motivations, sieving through their stories for the one that he would tell. Anger... Anger was strong, lingering as a feeling of betrayal when mixed with the abandonment, and emptiness one felt. He heard not one soul, but two. With a small smile he began to bring his haunting melody to a close, calling fourth of the two souls with the story to tell.

   Silence within the house for a moment. His eyes opened as he wondered if the spirits simply did not wish to respond, or if he would need to force them. Of course at times it took the spirits themselves a moment to orient upon their return to this plane. Suddenly there it was. The piano. A small melody beginning, slow and almost morose in its beginnings.

”Tell me, tell me God. What is left here for me? I’m a ghost in the window, oh God….set me free. And in Twilight hours...I await forgiveness...That never comes.” Asher’s voice spoke, but the words were not his own. He could see the ghost of a young man standing there, his hair drenched and his skin bloating slightly as he seemed to float across the room, differently than other ghosts had prior. Looking to the piano, he could see an old woman sitting at the piano, playing gracefully on the keys as she took great care and surprising dexterity. Ghosts began to wisp and pour throughout the building, circling and invisible to the eyes of the living, undetected by many as they roamed freely throughout the house, appreciating the solemn song of the ghost opera. Inside the house objects began to shift and move, levitate and twirl with the music.



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