
Originally Posted by
Balmund
::The Lighthouse::
Marion Ette: Despite being comfortable with haunted environments you take a deep breath as you encounter the familiar yet aggresive prescence of spirits. You had a strong affinity for ghosts, and while that eased communication, you knew that wouldn't be to calm down an enraged apparition. Just what horrible and violent fate had they gone through to become so restless and angry? Whatever it was you were prepared for the worst as you saw the chances of getting caught in battle getting higher and higher.
You turn to August, stoic as she was bafore, and you both nod to each in acknowledgement of the strong presence and to reassure that you were each watching for the other's back. It was important to remain silent while wandering around a such a haunted place. Many had taunted the dead before, calling them out obnoxiously with their words and you were well aware of how adverse an effect that usually had. You also knew however that no matter how many precautions you took your mere trespassing was already enough to provoke their wrath. The most sensible thing to do would be to turn around and leave, but that wouldn't really do anything to ease their pain; you had to address their source of torment yourself.
You decide to start your investigation at the basement as you point towards its direction. In your mind it was the best possible starting point to unravel the mystery of the lighthouse. You walk towards the basement's door with incredible caution, looking around for any signs of imminent danger. The pressure was starting to get a bit overwhelming and you almost felt like you were making way through a heavily saturated subway train. You could hear the subtle and unintelligible murmurs of those around you, and while you couldn't really make out what they said anymore than one listening to a rambunctious crowd, you were pretty sure they were talking about you. You start feeling them channel a wide array of emotions through your body, ranging from fear, confusion and sorrow, to pure anger and malice. Where you could feel some spirits almost stretch out and plea for help like a beggar off the streets, you could also feel some others look all over you both with killer instinct, like a hungry pack of wolves with their prey. This was no normal haunting, that's for sure.
You reach out for basement door's handle; your hand making contact with a thick layer of dust in the process. If this place was manned, whoever was in charge of cleaning duties should probably be fired, though nobody could really blame the poor, hypothetical employee; there just isn't a salary juicy enough to compensate for working conditions like these. You turn the handle and much to your surprise it didn't offer nearly as much resistance as the previous one. Before you laid a long stairway that led down into an impenetrable darkness, challenging even trained eyes like yours. As you walk down the steps you suddenly feel the pressure ease up, as if they were staying behind, leaving both you and August alone for reasons unknown. While you could still feel their presence behind you, the door seemed to be a frontier they weren't willing to cross, or maybe they just couldn't. You can now hear the faint but rapid beat of electric engines running, and while that seems to answer one question, it only generates many more in the process. Maybe someone is keeping some sort of maintenance here, but who, why and how? Further research would be necessary, and, while it wasn't an absolute necessity for you, especially considering August's hieghtened senses to guide your way, a light source would be imperative if you wanted to explore the basement in detail. Maybe it wouldn't disturb the ghosts now that they seemed to leave you up to your own fate, but there's probably something else down there that you wouldn't want to wake up either.
What will you do?