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023. Haunt
Jul. 27th, 2008 05:38 pm[Since Ai's last radio contact on Friday night, the Horton Lane Apartments have become a victim of a short series of strange paranormal phenomena as of late.]
[It always starts to occur shortly after midnight, signaled by the flickering of lights, whether powered by a lamp, flashlight... even a candle will waver uneasily before finally being extinguished. For some, the air seems to run cold, particularly around the area of the third floor where the body was found.]
[At first, nothing happens. But when you least expect it, there is a scratching noise... like the sound of something being scraped against the wall, like the edge of a quill or even a fingernail for its dull and unusual sound.]
[If one were to look outside their door and into the hallway, they would realize something. The phrase "Where is it?" has been written over and over, in what looks like dried blood. It covers the walls, floor and ceiling.]
[Blink, and its gone. The lights come on, and the chill fades into the warmth.]
[But for how long...?]
[[ooc This post represents both a mini-event affecting those living in the Horton Lane Apartments, compliments of the ghostly spirit of Ai; and a comment log for anyone who is bold enough to want to meet her in this form. Stumble across the scene during the dead of the night, if you dare.]]
[It always starts to occur shortly after midnight, signaled by the flickering of lights, whether powered by a lamp, flashlight... even a candle will waver uneasily before finally being extinguished. For some, the air seems to run cold, particularly around the area of the third floor where the body was found.]
[At first, nothing happens. But when you least expect it, there is a scratching noise... like the sound of something being scraped against the wall, like the edge of a quill or even a fingernail for its dull and unusual sound.]
[If one were to look outside their door and into the hallway, they would realize something. The phrase "Where is it?" has been written over and over, in what looks like dried blood. It covers the walls, floor and ceiling.]
[Blink, and its gone. The lights come on, and the chill fades into the warmth.]
[But for how long...?]
[[ooc This post represents both a mini-event affecting those living in the Horton Lane Apartments, compliments of the ghostly spirit of Ai; and a comment log for anyone who is bold enough to want to meet her in this form. Stumble across the scene during the dead of the night, if you dare.]]
