Post by kayla on Dec 7, 2008 17:04:23 GMT -5
]OHIO IS FOR LOVERS, WEST VIRGINIA IS FOR GHOULS [/size][/url]
SOMETHING'S COMING TO COURT MASON, AND IT SURE AS HELL AIN'T NO CIRCUS[/align][/font]
The body is half submerged in a shallow, murky creek, awkwardly posed and mangled. The limbs all hang wrong, crooked. Broken. The skin is far too pale and there’s something dark and tacky on the collar of it’s shirt, spilling from two small puncture’s in it’s neck. Someone is standing over it. No. Someone. Their body is curved into a feral crouch, clawed hands beckoning you to move forward. You don’t want to. You know you should run. You can’t. Your pulse pounds against your ribcage. Your breathing harshens. The monster smirks at you, slitted pupils and snakelike fangs reflecting the late evening light. You know that face, despite how the eyes and mouth are different. You’ve stared at that face before. You’ve spoken with it. You know the monster well. There is no sound as your breath catches. There is no sound as you stumble, moving backwards across dried leaves and twigs. The monster is still grinning at you, now reaching down to the body. It jerks it up, claws tangling in the body’s head of hair. The face is more familiar than the monster’s. A scream builds up in your throat, but can’t escape. The face of the victim is the same one that greeted you in the mirror. [/color][/font]
THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID
THE GOOD DIE YOUNG, YEAH[/size]
STAY WITH ME, STAY WITH ME TONIGHT[/color][/align][/font]
Court Mason, West Virginia is the perfect small town. The quiet, close knit community has always been peaceful. It’s always been a sheltered town, slightly isolated from problems within the nation and self sufficient. The locals all know each other by name, their families have all been together for years, and their children will likely live the same way. It boasts a large tourist trap of a hotel, The Ramada Inn, built years ago on the remnants of a civil war battle. The hotel is beautiful, with classic architecture and good service. It’s also haunted. Remember me saying something about something about the civil war? Yep. Court Mason played host to a small, bloody, unofficial part of the conflict. Brother against brother was bad enough, but when one rogue group of men slaughtered innocent civilians in the town, the bloodshed tainted the ground. Legend has it that one woman’s dying words damned Court Mason, an utterance that not one spirit would rest until the murderers were put to justice. The killers were never found. People like Mr. Rhodes, the hotel manager, and a certain Miss Campbell will tell you that the story is just an urban legends, nothing to worry about. Others, such as Campbell’s brother, Gallahager, and Mr. Rhodes’ son, are positive that the story is true and that because of it, Court Mason is haunted.
Haunted by what? That's a kind of silly question. Haunted by ghosts. Souls that don’t move on. They don’t go on to some lovely afterlife, and they don’t stop existing… They linger. ghosts. They linger in the halls of The Ramada. They linger in the classrooms of the local schools. They linger in the whispering winds of the forest and in the gentle caress of the river against the well worn bank. Something, some supernatural force that can’t quite be explained, is keeping them there. If the locals know what’s going on, they say nothing. If they suspect that the invisible eyes on their back belong to the dead, they don’t say a word. they’d seem crazy, right? Besides, it’s not like the ghosts are hurting anyone, right? Why mind for a loved one to stay closer to home for a while? Strangers, visitors to the town find the happenings a little bit weirder. then again, Someone covered in blood flickering into your vision for half a minute isn’t exactly normal. Only a few people bother to seek out what's happening. Some are psychics. they can see glimpses of the future, or can channel the ghosts... Others are self-named paranormal investigators, a.k.a nerds running around with EMF detectors and video cameras. Whatever it is about Court Mason that's keeping spirits trapped is also attracting evil of a different kind. Vampires? Check yes. And no, we're not talking about Edward freaking Cullen. We're talking bad ass, rip out your throat and leave you for dead vampires. These monsters are coming out of the wings swiftly.
Things are turning deadly for the humans. The vampires see Court Mason as a free for all. The ground's tainted already. They're not upsetting any balance. They're just taking out a supernatural hotspot. Ghosts? Some try to protect the town from an impending massacre. Others don't mind to help the leeches' gluttony. The people of Court Mason, those who don't suspect that anything is wrong, are seeing an increase in unexplained deaths and homicides. People are being killed, right under their neighbors' noses. These people don't have a way to save themselves. There's no great hero that can take on what's coming. There's no warning. There's no way out. What was once a perfect, isolated little town is turning into hell on earth. Things are getting far worst, though, and something's coming that is determined to end any semblance of peace that Court Mason might find. Between the ghosts and the vampires and what's coming? The town won't be breathing when it's all said and done.
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