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New housing development. USA, the Midwest. is a part of 
A Haunting in the South Dakota.
7 Characters Here
Patrick Scott Williams [0] I will continue with the destruction of your mind when I finish my tea. Have patience.
Ethan Cavalier Jr. [0] The exceptionally bright child of Layla Cavalier.
Layla Cavalier [0] "Can't you stay home a little while"
John Mayfair [0] Father of Matthew and Madeline
Colette Bellview [0] "Mama where did you go!"
Malevolent Specter [0] Troublesome ghost
Matthew & Madeline [0] "We've got each-other, that's what matters."
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John was good at rationalizing things in his mind to convince himself of certain things, this talent served him well in the present situation, if nothing else it helped to alleviate the fear that he was feeling at that moment. The sounds and scares had totally turned him around so that he no longer knew where the exit was. John was now standing at the termination point of the basements reach beneath the new home. John asuddenly heard a loud crashing sound, which sounded like a fair sized tree falling to its demise. Finally an opportunity for rescue had revealed itself to his auditory facilities, if not to his sight-sense.
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"Dad?" Matthew called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Dad are you down here?" Maddie asked pulling her brother a little further into the basement.
While Matthew recognized the reason they had to journey into the basement but still wished there were another way. It was moments like these that reminded him how glad he was that he had a twin. "Dad if you can hear me and you haven't been possessed or turned into some undead abomination and we aren't in a comedy, which I seriously doubt, we're over here."
"Dad are you down here?" Maddie asked pulling her brother a little further into the basement.
While Matthew recognized the reason they had to journey into the basement but still wished there were another way. It was moments like these that reminded him how glad he was that he had a twin. "Dad if you can hear me and you haven't been possessed or turned into some undead abomination and we aren't in a comedy, which I seriously doubt, we're over here."
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John hadn't much experience with the occult and parapsychology and so he would not have known that in certain supernatural situations all sound would be obliterated from the surrounding area. As a result of this little known fact John could not hear the voices of his two children calling to him from within the darkness, but then as the force which was haunting the basement had moved off to another part of the house sound began to slowly filter back into the atmosphere. The dark force had also manipulated the light levels within the basement as well, for moments after sonic reality had reappeared the ambient light had also made a return. Even though the darkness was only minutely illuminated by the absence of the spectral force the levels were sufficient enough for John to vaguely make out his children. "Lets get the hell out of here." John said as he grabbed his son and daughter and led them out of the abyss of terror and cobwebs.
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"I wholeheartedly agree." Matthew answered following his father out of the shadowy pit.
As they ascended the stairs Madeline shot her twin a questioning look that was met with a mouthed 'later'. The two now had an agreement that neither would inform John of the paranormal experiences they'd had until they had a reasonable amount of evidence and Matthew was mostly sure that he hadn't been possessed or replaced by whatever entity or entities had been tormenting them. "What were you doing down there?"
As they ascended the stairs Madeline shot her twin a questioning look that was met with a mouthed 'later'. The two now had an agreement that neither would inform John of the paranormal experiences they'd had until they had a reasonable amount of evidence and Matthew was mostly sure that he hadn't been possessed or replaced by whatever entity or entities had been tormenting them. "What were you doing down there?"
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"What was I doing down here?" Their father asked in a surprised and confused look. "I heard you calling me from inside Matt, but when I got to the basement doors here you were nowhere in sight. So I figured you two were in the basement fooling around and so I entered after you, but you weren't there." John went on top tell them about the strange sounds and sensations that he had undergone while stuck within the confines of that unholy basement. "I must have let my imagination run away with me." Even now John refused to believe that anything out of the ordinary was going on with the new house, but his children had the opposite response to the freaky occurrence.
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Upon hearing their father's story Matthew and Madeline turned toward one another, nodded, and turned to face John.
"I was actually in the backyard." Matthew said. "Until I saw-"
"- a snake." His sister finished for him. "And of course he freaked out and ran inside."
Matthew disliked keeping secrets but he wouldn't be of use to anyone if he were locked up in an asylum. "After Maddie came back we went looking for you. By the way did you happen to 'imagine'," the word imagine was put in air-quotes behind his back, "an odd displacement in the air, the bending of light in an way other than normal, or any foreign-seeming thoughts or sounds?"
"I was actually in the backyard." Matthew said. "Until I saw-"
"- a snake." His sister finished for him. "And of course he freaked out and ran inside."
Matthew disliked keeping secrets but he wouldn't be of use to anyone if he were locked up in an asylum. "After Maddie came back we went looking for you. By the way did you happen to 'imagine'," the word imagine was put in air-quotes behind his back, "an odd displacement in the air, the bending of light in an way other than normal, or any foreign-seeming thoughts or sounds?"
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"Um, no. I..I didn't hear or see anything." John outright lied to his children, something which he had always sought to fight against in his life and in his relationship with his children. At the same time John had good intentions of protecting his son and daughter from harm. John thought it best to just ignore the strange occurrences that had been transpiring around the new home, he simply could not bring himself to accept such things. And with that John and his two children went back into the house to settle down for the night as dusk was slowly but surly approaching.
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Meanwhile across the road in an identical house a boy named Ethan Cavalier was talking to an entity that was unseen to everyone but him. "I'm Ethan, who are you?" he asked facing the mirror. After a moment of silence he tried reassuring the spirit. "It's okay don't be shy." He couldn't really see it but he knew it was there and he could have sworn that it said something just a moment ago. "I know you're there."
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John and his children had settled in for the night, leaving the remaining few boxes to sit till the next day when they would resume their unpacking. Despite the strange goings on that had occurred throughout the day the night was relatively uneventful and still. John was up in his room finishing up the last few touches to his new abode, deciding to leave setting up the bathroom until the morning. "To hell with it, thats enough unpacking for today." John said as he backed out of the bathroom. Although he wasn't particularly satisfied with the position of his bed within his room he decided to make due for the night. It wasn't quit bedtime yet and so John joined his children in the living room where the family gathered to watch, of all things, a scary movie on TV. Matt and Mattie were sitting on the couch next to each other, as they usually would when watching television together. John sat down on the couch next to Mattie and put his arm around her so that he could also reach Mathews shoulder with his hand. "How are you guys doing." John asked as he starred at the TV screen, which was blazing forth imagery from the classic horror flick Night of the Living Dead. ""Johnny your acting like a child."" ""There coming to get you Barbara." Was what the family of three was hearing upon the screen, when suddenly there came a loud crashing sound coming from upstairs.
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Throughout the rest of the day Matthew had been analyzing what he'd learned before finally deciding he simply didn't have enough information to work with. "From what I can gather it seems like an ordinary house ghost, although it never is if there's anyone even halfway knowledgeable about ghosts in the area, the only seems out of place is the frequency of the events. To determine any more I'd need more data" He explained to his twin.
"Well enough. What about you?" Maddie answered their father's question after he joined them. She was confidant in her ability to answer was for both herself and Mattie, firstly because they were nearly always aware of each other's current mood, and secondly because Matthew was almost perpetually in a state of barely suppressed anxiety.
Suddenly a loud crash came from upstairs. In response both leaped to their feet and ran up the stairs. "What was that?" Matthew asked as they ran. "Your data."
"Well enough. What about you?" Maddie answered their father's question after he joined them. She was confidant in her ability to answer was for both herself and Mattie, firstly because they were nearly always aware of each other's current mood, and secondly because Matthew was almost perpetually in a state of barely suppressed anxiety.
Suddenly a loud crash came from upstairs. In response both leaped to their feet and ran up the stairs. "What was that?" Matthew asked as they ran. "Your data."
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Of all the many rooms within the spacious home the kitchen was the one that the family had stepped within the least, perhaps it was the fact that the strange occurrences started in that very room. For whatever reason, when Maddie and Matt ran upstairs to the source of the latest disturbance John headed off for the epicenter of the activity. Stepping slowly and carefully into the large room John settled within the door frame and gazed into the well applianced and fully stocked kitchen. Suddenly there it was again, the smell and the cold. Allowing his senses to guide him into the haunted kitchen John slowly stepped toward the sink which to his great relief was revealed to be the source of the supposed phenomenon. "Oh my good lord, a stinking pipe and cabinet door not properly closed." John thought to himself as he placed his hands on the edge of the sink and bent down on his haunches. Looking under the sink he discovered a sizable hole on the bottom of the cabinet which lead directly into the cold basement below. John fell back onto his behind and began to laugh as he never had before. The enjoyment of his relief didn't last very long, but then it came to him, "What about the other strange occurrence involving the vaporous and consuming blackness?" Was this also merely a result of fear and displaced anxiety?
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Unable to locate the source of the noise and hearing their father laughing about something, Matthew and Madeline went back downstairs. Arriving at the ground floor they saw John in the kitchen sitting on the floor laughing for some unknown reason. Curious, the two walked over to investigate.
"What's so funny?" Matthew asked seeing nothing even slightly amusing about the situation.
"What's so funny?" Matthew asked seeing nothing even slightly amusing about the situation.
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Matthew and Maddie walked up to their father from the left and asked him the reason for his unexpected jubilation, looking up to his children John replied. "Well kids, looks like we let our imaginations run away with us on this one. There are no ghosts, the smell, which I believe is suppose to be connected with haunting? Yeah well, that's what all the movies say anyhow. It was coming from the sink, there is a hole beneath the sink which leads directed into that cold drafty basement of ours. The smell itself is probably coming from the pipes. Ill call a plumber in the morning. Now, lets get some sleep its been a hell of a day." With that John picked himself from off the floor and immediately walked up the stairs to his bedroom on the second floor of the house, telling his two children that they should think of doing the same. "We could all use a good nights sleep. Maybe some down time for our overactive minds will help to calm us a bit." Matthew and Maddie followed their father as he walked out of the kitchen and to the bottom of the stairs which lead to their rooms. After hugging his two children and saying their good nights John proceeded to climb the stairs, hoping that his children would do the same.
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Was that it? Could all that have been nothing but a series of hallucinations? It wouldn't be the first time they'd overreacted to something.
"Well I guess that explains it." Madeline said. "Problem solved."
Matthew's expression turned to one of mild exasperation. "Oh, really? This doesn't seem at all familiar or suspicious to you? If that is a the case I will ask you to consider for a moment the fact that the phenomena we experienced occurred outside. Granted, the thing in the backyard could have been caused by it since I was standing right next to the basement door, but that first event? I think not. It's probably trying to lull us into a false sense of security."
"Good point." Maddie admitted grudgingly. "So what do you suggest we do?
"For now we go to bed and hope that this particular being, unlike most, has some respect for people who are trying to sleep. Tomorrow maybe we can get dad to take us to the local library. Also we can unpack our ouija board."
"Sounds like a plan." she said giving him a hug goodnight and starting upstairs. "Night Mattie."
"Goodnight Maddie." he answered, also heading upstairs.
"Well I guess that explains it." Madeline said. "Problem solved."
Matthew's expression turned to one of mild exasperation. "Oh, really? This doesn't seem at all familiar or suspicious to you? If that is a the case I will ask you to consider for a moment the fact that the phenomena we experienced occurred outside. Granted, the thing in the backyard could have been caused by it since I was standing right next to the basement door, but that first event? I think not. It's probably trying to lull us into a false sense of security."
"Good point." Maddie admitted grudgingly. "So what do you suggest we do?
"For now we go to bed and hope that this particular being, unlike most, has some respect for people who are trying to sleep. Tomorrow maybe we can get dad to take us to the local library. Also we can unpack our ouija board."
"Sounds like a plan." she said giving him a hug goodnight and starting upstairs. "Night Mattie."
"Goodnight Maddie." he answered, also heading upstairs.
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But a good night's sleep was not something that a particular embodiment of hatred happened to be fond of. The presence from before had returned now for an unpleasant and fairly early wake-up call. Shortly after one thirty in the morning, there was a bump in the night. More specifically, in the wall between the two upstairs bedrooms. As though someone flew into it from both sides; it let out a thunderous shake, once, twice, thrice. And then it stopped, as though waiting for a reaction before proceeding any further. If it did not work, after all, why continue with the same tactic? To be blown off easily would be the most annoying thing, and as it was, the old man was no longer a toy but a challenge, which would be met soon enough.
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Matthew, who had yet to fall asleep, rolled over in his bed. "Blasted spirits." he muttered. "Leave me to suffer my insomnia in peace why don't you? Or if you'd like to talk about your issues then fine. I'm awake, let's talk."
Madeline however was a heavy sleeper and her response to the noise was to roll onto her side and continue sleeping.
Madeline however was a heavy sleeper and her response to the noise was to roll onto her side and continue sleeping.
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John was violently awoken by the sound of three distinct and powerful thumps. All of these seemed to be coming from somewhere within the walls of the house, though John could not ascertain the location of the sounds. His first concern however was making sure that his children were doing alright and so John got out of his bed and went to Maddie's room first. The walk down the hall to his daughters room had become the longest journey of John's life. As soon as he stepped into the long corridor a strange blurriness rushed over his senses and he soon lost all sense of stability in his legs.
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"Alright maybe you can't talk. Okay here's an idea: knock once if you can't speak, if you can speak then just speak, and if you want to hear this message in Spanish press 9." Matthew said in an attempt to communicate with whatever had been making such a ruckus.
Meanwhile Madeline continued to sleep peacefully.
Meanwhile Madeline continued to sleep peacefully.
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The spirit did not want to talk with Matthew, really. It knew that John was awake, but payed no mind; he was going to be dealt with soon enough. It was curious, though; how this human simply wanted to communicate. Probably had something to do with lack of sleep or one too many movies. Sure, he could speak, but again he would not. Not yet. So, the spirit walked over to the far wall and burned the number 9 into it, about two feet tall, half way off the ground where it could be seen. At least he was not being ignored!
But he also knew that this family was part of it. Oh yes, these were the ones. And he could not let them go easily for that.
But he also knew that this family was part of it. Oh yes, these were the ones. And he could not let them go easily for that.
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"Well that was unexpected." Matthew was shocked. He hadn't really expected a response, especially to his last comment that had been meant as mockery directed at customer service. "Um, alright one moment, I mean un momento" Matthew got out of bed and began searching through boxes until he found an English to Spanish dictionary. Flipping through the pages he said "Bueno aquí va una idea: llamar si usted no puede hablar, si usted puede hablar a continuación, sólo hablan." After reading from the book in an attempt to translate his earlier message to Spanish he realized that there were porbably other things he should be saying at the moment. "También por eso que están aterrorizando a mi familia? Eso es importante. Me han pedido que en primer lugar." he said asking why it was tormenting them and noting that he should have asked that first.
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As the number 9 faded from the wall, the spirit had already had enough of Matthew's Spanish game. It understood English perfectly well, but Matthew had actually gone so far as to speak Spanish. That was a little bit surprising, coming from one of his kind. The spirit left Matthew's room then, leaving a cold sense of darkness behind him. For the last question, however, there were three knocks against the wall, a pause, and then another three knocks. Then there was silence.
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"Wait, was that Morse code? I don't have a book for Morse code." Matthew called to the spirit. His shoulders slumped as there was no response. Now how was he supposed to figure out what this thing wanted and therefore either get rid of it or get it to stop terrorizing them. With a sigh of frustration Matthew went back to bed to try to get some sleep.
Meanwhile in the adjacent bedroom Madeline continued her sleep uninterrupted. Likely being the only person in the house who was going to have a good night's sleep.
Meanwhile in the adjacent bedroom Madeline continued her sleep uninterrupted. Likely being the only person in the house who was going to have a good night's sleep.
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Within Matthew's room a black vaporous shape hugged the ceiling directly above his head as the young boy sat and tried to communicate with the spirit, the same entity who had made the sounds and smells in the kitchen. The malevolent black being on the ceiling made no attempt to cover the boy, choosing to wait instead for the proper time. In stark contrast to the traditional conception of the abilities of spirit beings, the black shape could sense the presence of the other ghost being. The dark specter had nothing but hatred for the other entity and vowed to take action if it should try and claim the family for its own. They were its play things....
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Meanwhile John had awoken to find himself face down on the floor in front of his daughters bedroom door, turning over and laying flat on his back before sitting up and turning the upper half of his body so that he was facing Maddie's door. Reaching out and placing his hand on the wood of the door John wondered as to how he came to be in this position, unable to conjur up a reason John bowed his head and sobbed lightly.
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The next morning at exactly eight-oh-one AM Madeline woke up. Unfortunately for Matthew he had fallen asleep at exactly six-thirty-eight AM. Upon opening her bedroom door and taking a few steps into the hallway however she tripped over something that was laying outside the door and, once again, crashed to the ground.
Matthew, being an extremely light sleeper in addition to being an insomniac, he and his sister theorized that these things were caused by anxiety, woke up at the sound. Unwillingly he stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it. He surveyed the situation in silence for a minute before asking "Dad, what are you doing on the floor?" In his personal opinion it was to early for this.
Matthew, being an extremely light sleeper in addition to being an insomniac, he and his sister theorized that these things were caused by anxiety, woke up at the sound. Unwillingly he stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it. He surveyed the situation in silence for a minute before asking "Dad, what are you doing on the floor?" In his personal opinion it was to early for this.
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