Everyone remebers walking by that one house and just knowing it was haunted. What if you were right,what if it really was haunted? One house in a small suburb in Boston is just that,haunted. Not only by a couple ghost,but other nightmares most people believe to be fake. During a spat between some of the roommates,the cops were called in. Now with the town knowing that the house isn't empty,what's going to happen to the memebers of the house,especially the ones who look like teenagers?

Rules:
1)Humans don't live in the house,only other wordly creatures(witchs are otherworldly)

2)Don't spam/hate/or discredit anyone,all are welcome here

3)They can fight with each other,by just try to keep this clean

4)No god-moding or powerplay

5)Have fun

6)Try to play some humans,please?

7)Just jump in,don't do a info post.(ex: Lulu,a young vampire,sat at the breakfest table)<do something like that

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Tristan screamed loudly in fright,sitting bolt upright drenched in sweat. Shivering slightly he rolled off his bed and sluggishly walked into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, he allowed the hot water to wash over his body wincing slightly as the water entered a open wound on his wrist . His mind raced slightly as he thought about all the things he had done, he might have done it to himself that was normal he got depressed easily. He hated being a werewolf it had changed him so much emotionally. Getting dressed he made his way downstairs, deciding to skip breakfast he'd make himself something to eat later. Walking quickly into the kitchen Tristan rooted around in a cabinet for a while before recovering the first aid kit. placing it on the table behind him. Putting things back in the right place Tristan sat down and began to dress his wound.

Kate was lounging on the couch, eyes closed. She wasn't sleeping; vampires didn't sleep. But she liked to pretend to be human-- rest for a few hours, even eat some normal food occasionally. It was strange and unnecessary, but Kate liked to think that she was still human, on some level. Nobody mentioned anything about the fact that she drank blood to stay alive, or that she would never be human. She might have been a thin, blonde teenager, but she wasn't harmless.

When she heard a scream upstairs, her dark eyes shot open, and she sat up. She knew that a human couldn't have gotten in-- she would have heard anyone coming in or going out. There was probably nothing urgent to worry about. She lay back down, but didn't close her eyes. She stared at the slightly yellowing ceiling, listening. Kate could hear footsteps, the sound of the shower (she was surprised this supposedly abandoned house even got water) and then the sound of someone coming downstairs.

Tristan passed into the kitchen, ignoring her. Kate sighed. Of course-- Tristan was probably having a nightmare, as he often did. He might have wanted to be alone, but she didn't care. She was going to go and cheer him up, or at least try. She was an cheerful, look-on-the-bright-side person, and always tried to put an optimistic spin on everything.

Still, there wasn't much positive about being a werewolf. She thought. But shaking the thought off, she stood up and went into the kitchen. He was standing with his back to her with a first aid kid, bandaging his wrist.

"Hey. You okay?" She asked quietly, not wanting to startle him. He probably hadn't heard Kate even enter the room. She was small and graceful, most of her movements silent.

Tristan's head turned slighlty at the sound of Kate's voice. Forcing a smile onto his lips he nodded "Yeah, i'm fine" He mmbled quietly. Getting up slowly he picked up the first aid kit taking it back to the cabinet. Sighing deeply he pulled down the long sleves of his shirt so that the wrist bandage was covered. Walking over to the fridge he got out a jug of water putting it on the side counter. Getting out a glass he poured out a glass of water shakily spilling half of it on the counter. Growling lightly to himself he pulled out a dozer paper towels from the dispenser mopping up the water.

Kate frowned, running a hand through her hair. "I heard you scream. Did you have another bad dream? It's okay, cause at least you can sleep. Like, you know, I don't even fall asleep. I just lay there, and I'm not even relaxed when I try..." She had a tendency to ramble, but this time stopped herself from going on too much.

She watched him pouring the water, his hand shaking so badly that most of it ended up on the counter rather than in the glass. "Oh, let me help!" She exclaimed, grabbing a few paper towels as wells and cleaning away some of the water. "You know, we should start using sponges or clothes, reusable stuff. I think it's an awful waste that we have to throw these away." As if to prove her point, she tossed the soaked papers towels into the garbage can.

The room fell silent for a moment, then she said ,"You wanna talk about it?". Of course, she meant the nightmare. Kate often skipped back and forth, when she was telling stories, or just talking. She knew the answer would probably be no, but asked anyways. Just in case he did.

Tristan watched as Kate helped him, when she asked if he wanted to talk about the nightmare. Shaking his head quickly he sighed to himself again "Its the same dream...where i'm being chased and they just dont stop, and then therye just about to get me....and that's when i wake up"

Walking back to the fridge he placed the jug back. Slowly walking to the table he sat down on a chair rubbing his eyes slowly. Rubbing his hands together nervously his grey-smoked eyes darting around the room then falling on Kate. Breathing slowly he tried to relax, if Tristan became to nervous or paranoid about something he would break down. But he and Kate had worked out a system that calmed him down whenever he was uncomfortable.

Arco-íris stared blankly at the clothes in her wardrobe, wolf ears twitching aimlessly on her head.
She sighed, yes, she is a Were-Wolf.
She got up and chose a neon green tank top covered in the same black sharpie drawing, over and over again.
The drawing portayed the yard behind the house, but it was different... It was covered in blood. The red fluid covered the ground in a river like wine, but it was easy to tell that it was thickest at the old Oak tree in the middle of the yard.

Arco-íris pulled on her black checker-board slip on shoes and slid her arms into the sleeves of a jacket.
Iris pulled the hood of the jacket up, and tucked her tail in, mumbling tiredly to herself as she walked downstairs.
It had been another sleepless night.

Iris ran her fingers through her purple-streaked black hair under her hood, and glanced around the kitchen with tired violet eyes. Like usual, her eyes were the color of the streaks in her hair.

"Hm..." Kate sat down across from Tristan. "Wouldn't it be interesting to know what that meant? There's a whole art to deciphering dreams." She said, swinging her legs. She could tell he was starting to get nervous, so she fell silent. Just talking on wouldn't exactly calm him down, she'd found.

She heard another set of footsteps, and craned her neck to look at Iris. "Hey." She said with a small smile.

Iris nodded in responce to the greetings.
She walked over to the pantry and pulled out a box of Froot Loops, and then got a bowl from a cabinet.
Slowly, she set the bowl on the counter and poured in some cereal.
Iris put the box of cereal back in the pantry and began munching on the Froot Loops in the bowl.

Tristan didnt really ackolledge what Kate was saying to him. He turned his head when Iris walked in and Carmen soon followed. Rubbing his eyes and head sending his hair into weird angles. His eyes focused at his hands, they were both shaking. Clenching then into fists he folded his arms tightly keeping his eyes on the floor keeping his thoughts to himself.

" Uwaaaaha." A voice drifted into the room from no particular place, echoing slightly in a very ethereal manner. A second later, Carmen would feel soemthing bump into her from below, tapping her right underneath her upper legs a few inches above her knee " Whoops." came the voice of a teenager that had not quite reached adulthood, but was not quite a man yet. Another few second later, a head of hair, forehead and a pait of saphire blue eyes appeard from underneatht the counter top, black eyebrows arching theatrically as he looked from right to left. His eyes fell on the red headed siren as the rest of the head appeared. What was a haunted house without a ghost..phanton..poltergeist..not much, he was Gilbert, the friendly neightborhood restless spirit with a bad case of bed head. Messey locks of black above deep blue eyes and a wide smile with two slightly prominent front teeth. He smiled grandly at her " Oh Carmen, Good morning, Was that you ?" he said. He floated up from underneath the counter top and then " sat" back down, leaning back so that his head was against the cabinets, still looking at her " Funny, I could have sworn that you were Isis." he said . He gradually leaned to one side until after a minute until he head rested against her shoulder, his eyes looking up with a rather puppy like flair to them, the siren's red hair mixing with his black locks " How's are you this morning ?" he asked, snuggling into the beautiful red hair, he loved red heads, but he tried not to play favorites, he acted like this with al the girls..well, maybe a little more with Carmen
{ I love ghosts :3}

Alexis awoke with a start. Memories from last night started to fill her in.This caused her headache,she guessed.She clutched her forehead as she tried to remember what happened last night.She had spent the whole of last night looking for her books.When she finally decided to give up and go to sleep,she felt strangely cold.She went straight to bed and soon,she felt someone,or something, tugging at her blanket.That kept her up all night but she didn't dare to open her eyes.She only fell asleep a few hours ago.She sighed and went to wash up.

Decked in a white tank top and black shorts with black boots,she went downstairs and found the others there already."Morning.Which one of you people took my..."She said,pausing when she saw her books on the kitchen counter. This was strange, she remembered putting them in her bag.

Iris supressed a growl of annoyance as yet another person entered the room.
"Ciao, puppy chow," Iris said in a joking tone as she put her bowl in the dishwasher and walked slowly towards the back door, anxious to get out and stretch her legs... To be like a wolf again.

Iris pushed open the back door- and froze. She trembled slightly, staring at the backyard. To her it was bathed in blood again, and body parts rose from the ground. Then she blinked, and it was gone.

Catching Carmen's eye, Kate shrugged. He had seemed a bit better a moment before-- but then it seemed the whole house had awakened (even those that didn't sleep), and everyone had decided to crowd the kitchen. Now that she thought about it, it was strange how many of them were living in this house, considering most didn't like groups of people. Kate didn't mind people-- the more the merrier for her.

Besides, the more people around, the bigger chance that there would be someone who didn't mind listening to her ramble on. The thought was quite funny to her, and she giggled quietly to herself. Nobody would be surprised-- she often reacted out loud to things in her own head, sometimes even talking to herself.

She turned to look as yet another person entered the kitchen-- Alexis. She stopped in mid sentence, eyes falling on something. Kate followed her gaze to see a pile of books on the counter. She shrugged. "I didn't touch them."

Tristan sighed to himself as more people entered the kitchen. Running his hands through his hair, his chest felt tight and there was too many people, Tristan hated crowds they made him feel claustrophobic. Getting up quickly he walked out of the kitchen into the hallway, breathing in and out shakily calming himself down. Closing his eyes he growled lightly walking into the living room sinking into a large chair in the coner curling up into a ball his fingers tracing the thin red line on his arms and wrists.

Gilbert's head slowly sank to the counter top when his support left. He watched her go as he sank into the countertop, dissappearing from sight.well, he had not had much chance to reply now, had he? One person came in, two left. He drifted down into the cabinets amoung the cans and assorted goods stored down there. He decided to let himself drift straight down to the basement, where he did most of his lurking..why..he did not know, perhaps this was where he died, he was never sure how that happened, it must have not been to terribly because he felt nothing against the people in the house or the world in general, from what he heard, the more gruesomely or painfully a person died, the angerier the ghost..he felt fine, but he knew that he had not died like any other guy for several reasons..first and formost he was a real young fella and he never recalled being sick..maybe he had been murdered, but was the kind of guy to let bygones be bygones..that was the kind of person he was.
He walked about the basement, looking down at the floor...his floor, he felt connected to this house somehow, but this was not where he has lived in life, it was almost like..the building and him were one..the wood..the plaster on the walls, the pipes running through the walls, this was his corpereal body..he had power here..he could..move things in this house . He could not explain it if you asked him, but it was like he belonged her, if this building died, then so did he, if he moved outside of it, he would truely be lost. He shook his head, not letting such thoughts ruin his mood. He decided to join the ranks of the living..or undead in some cases..vampires and all. He floated upwards, through the floorboards, appearing in the kitchen again, laying on the table, his hand behind his head " So, what would you ladies be planning on doing today..heading out into the real world I imagine ?" he asked, looking about a bit..everyone seemed busy though, he may end up talking to himself..it happened sometimes.

Nimh, the wolfboy (16) (not werewolf) with ram horns that nobody understood, looked into the mirror to see his silver designs glisten on his black fur. It had taken him a long time to finally brush his fur down to its smooth sleekness. He walked over to his bookshelf and grabbed one of the many volumes on demonology and than went to go get something to eat in the kitchen. On his way down the hall at the top of the stairs he tripped on one of the many strewn books outside his room and came crashing down the stairs, probably waking the whole house. He got up and walked to the kitchen doorway and walked in but bumped his horns against the door top and cracked it. He looked around the kitchen and realized the whole house was already up. "Ummmm... Hi guys. I see Kate, Carmen, and Gilbert, and Alexis. Where is Iris and Tristan," he says looking around hoping to find a clue to their whereabouts.

Tristan....

Tristan jolted slightly as a familiar voice rang through his ears. Scrunching his eyes together he breathed deeply. "go away" he hissed through his teeth. No one in the house knew about the voice in Tristan's head, well at least he didn't think anyone did.

You know youre stronger than them Tristan....you just need...to release your power

Shaking his head Tristan got up quickly "n-no, im not dangerous." Pacing the room quickly he rubed his hands together quickly breathing rapidly.

Tristan....

Growling in anger Tristan lashed his fist out wards, groaning loudly as pain shot through his hand. Retracting his hand back his clutched it to his chest as blood seeped through his fingers. Sniffing deeply his eyes shifted to deep brown as the metallic taste of blood wavered up his nostrils. It had been months since he last fed some days it was hard the hunger for blood was so painfull that he stayed away from everyone so he wouldn't rip their throat out everytime they spoke. Growling again he rushed to the door closing it.

He gasped for breath as his heartbeat quickened, Clutching his head tightly he looked around fearfully as his head pounded painfully. Roaring in anger he picked up a small table hurling it acroos the room. Doubling over in pain Tristan felt his eyesight become blurry and out of focus his breaths becoming shallow and uneven, mumbling something incoherently he collapsed onto the floor of the now trashed living room.