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A Haunting in the South Dakota.
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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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Looking up at his children John was lost for an explaination as to why he was laying on the hallway floor, he sensed that he had at some point known the reason for his current location, but all that had faded with the coming of dawn. "I..I don't know." John said. After his children walked away John got up from the floor and went down stairs to the kitchen, the source of the first disturbance, ground zero if you will. Then from out of silence the windows in the kitchen shattered, strangly the glass had blown outward. Coupled with this a loud deep voice rang out and echoed through the biulding, wasting no time John bolted from the kitchen and into the empty living room. It didnt work, the disturbance followed John into the next room, who then ran upstairs to find his son and daughter.
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"Fair enough." Matthew said helping his twin to her feet.
"Alright then," said Maddie, "assuming you're alright we're going to go look for our ouija board to contact the spirits of the dead and/or the malevolent specters currently in the area." This was said in a very matter-of-fact tone as though she were talking about the weather rather than an attempt at communicating with the supernatural.
They then went to do exactly that.
"Mattie, remind me why you think the ouija board will allow the ghost to speak?"
"It's not about the board, I am under no illusions about it having magical properties or something. It's just a matter of convenience and it should be easier to use than a pencil and paper because it doesn't involve as much fine manipulation."
"Alright let's assume for a moment that it can't speak but it can move objects and understand what we ask it. Even if all that is true what makes you think it will bother to answer even if it can?"
Matthew paused for a moment. It was a valid question. "Well the way I see it this thing clearly wants something and whatever that something is we might be able to help."
Just then there was a crash from downstairs, followed by a loud bellowing noise, then their father ran up the stairs. "What's going on?" they asked in unison.
"Alright then," said Maddie, "assuming you're alright we're going to go look for our ouija board to contact the spirits of the dead and/or the malevolent specters currently in the area." This was said in a very matter-of-fact tone as though she were talking about the weather rather than an attempt at communicating with the supernatural.
They then went to do exactly that.
"Mattie, remind me why you think the ouija board will allow the ghost to speak?"
"It's not about the board, I am under no illusions about it having magical properties or something. It's just a matter of convenience and it should be easier to use than a pencil and paper because it doesn't involve as much fine manipulation."
"Alright let's assume for a moment that it can't speak but it can move objects and understand what we ask it. Even if all that is true what makes you think it will bother to answer even if it can?"
Matthew paused for a moment. It was a valid question. "Well the way I see it this thing clearly wants something and whatever that something is we might be able to help."
Just then there was a crash from downstairs, followed by a loud bellowing noise, then their father ran up the stairs. "What's going on?" they asked in unison.
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"RUN!" There father screamed. Taking his children by their hands John led them out of their bedroom and pulling them out and down stairs. "We are leaving this place, for good." Came the surprise revelation from their father. The endeavor proved futile as the front door slammed tight shut, tying the knob John was unable to turn it. 'Back door." John Exclaimed. Once again taking Mattie ans Matthew by their arms the three of them tried the back door of the house, hopefully the sliding glass door will be unlocked, if not John would have to break it.
John didn't care for his own life, but n one was going to harm his children, no one. Testing the sliding doors and finding them also closed tight John stepped back and took a chair from the living room, taking two steps toward the door he attempted to break the glass. Then in one violent and sudden movement the chair which John was wielding was ripped from his grasp and John was thrown against the living room wall, his children looking on in fear. John's body struck the hard immovable surface half way between the wall and the ceiling. John, now unconscious, hit the floor with a loud thud.
John didn't care for his own life, but n one was going to harm his children, no one. Testing the sliding doors and finding them also closed tight John stepped back and took a chair from the living room, taking two steps toward the door he attempted to break the glass. Then in one violent and sudden movement the chair which John was wielding was ripped from his grasp and John was thrown against the living room wall, his children looking on in fear. John's body struck the hard immovable surface half way between the wall and the ceiling. John, now unconscious, hit the floor with a loud thud.
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The two stared in shock for a moment at their unconscious father. Matthew couldn't help but wonder why he didn't just climb through one of the kitchen windows, which were already broken.
Madeline ran over to John, checking to see if he was alright and, if he was, trying to wake him.
Matthew looked around panicking. Nothing he'd read or watched gave him any useful information in this situation, he began breathing quickly and more shallowly. Oh joy, he was having a panic attack. Finally he managed to ask "What- What do you want?"
Madeline ran over to John, checking to see if he was alright and, if he was, trying to wake him.
Matthew looked around panicking. Nothing he'd read or watched gave him any useful information in this situation, he began breathing quickly and more shallowly. Oh joy, he was having a panic attack. Finally he managed to ask "What- What do you want?"
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It had been annoying that someone else had been toying with this family, the ones that only he was supposed to toy with, however this latest show of power had gone way too far. The dark observer also wanted to know what this other being wanted; but not for the sake of the family. To the spirit, what had just happened became clearly personal, and it was almost taken as a challenge. One that he would rise faithfully to, simply to spite the other being. Gathering energy from the air around, the spirit lifted his invisible hands, in turn lifting the shards of glass from outside the house. Play time was over, and swiftly, the glass shot in through the windows, sticking into the wall with one clear message. "Back down." This was not a message directed at the pathetic living beings, but to the other force at play.
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The dark specter had an answer to both inquiries regarding his nature and purpose, both the humans and the other spirit inhabiting the home wanted information about the specter, and so they would have it. Maddie and Matthew were standing near the doorway which stood between the living room and kitchen, the mysterious being from outside had also come into the room. The specter made his presence known with a series of visible bluish electrical charges which buzzed and pulsed, the humans looked in amazement as they witnessed this lightening-like display. The flashes disrupted all energy sources within the building and when the flashes ceased the humans were left in a dimmed and shadowed room. What the specter would ultimately divulged was the fact that it was not a simple disembodied spirit of a dead individual, but a non-human malevolent entity, a demon.
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Maddie and Matthew stood in the doorway, Matthew was struggling to breathe. "Fantastic. It's a demon." Apparently a panic attack was not going to deter sarcasm. Still he couldn't help but wonder why the being had chosen to reveal its true nature with such a pretty display.
While trying to calm Mattie down Madeline looked over at the wall from which several shards of glass were protruding. "I think there are two of them." she said.
"I hope so." This comment was not sarcastic. Matthew did hope that there was another being as one of the best ways of destroying a malevolent spirit he knew was to sic another malevolent spirit on it. This thought calmed him somewhat and he began focusing more on bringing his breathing back to a more normal level. "That doesn't answer my question. Matthew said. "What do both of you want."
While trying to calm Mattie down Madeline looked over at the wall from which several shards of glass were protruding. "I think there are two of them." she said.
"I hope so." This comment was not sarcastic. Matthew did hope that there was another being as one of the best ways of destroying a malevolent spirit he knew was to sic another malevolent spirit on it. This thought calmed him somewhat and he began focusing more on bringing his breathing back to a more normal level. "That doesn't answer my question. Matthew said. "What do both of you want."
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Unfortunately for Matthew, at least one of the supernatural beings was not going to answer him. The unfortunate balance of power angered the unnamed spirit, but did not deter him. He was not ready to give up, not even to a demon; they were more evenly matched than a human and a demon, after all. Or even three humans and a demon. Harnessing the energy from the air around him because the rest of the houses' power was shot, the spirit drew it in and condensed it, leaving a coldness in the air and a slightly visible orb in the air. The orb disappeared after a brief moment of reality,though it had merely been expanded and manipulated, flowing. Simple visibility was not something to fix this. No, the spirit needed more power. Gliding over, the spirit grabbed Matthew's face. This one had plenty of energy. The mere contact, prolonged, made him flicker into visibility, and even solidity, as the blond-haired blue-eyed creature made to not only use this boy's energy but to remove every ounce of it.
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Though the demon had revealed its nature to the onlookers he had not manifest himself, this would change as the entity came into visible view. It resembled a human, or at least it gave off the impression of a humanoid-like form, it had arms, legs and so forth, true; but its body was strange. The most chilling aspect being its blazing red eyes which shone in the darkened room like the brake lights of a car moving in reverse, particularly in that they seemed to be in a constantly blurred motion. It could not maintain its form for long periods, at least not yet. To the horror of the two teenagers the demon informed them that it desired a life and that it intended for their father to be that victim, only then would it be able to manifest entirely and unceasingly. By this time John had awoken and stood up, still positioned behind the couch John saw the demon as it it vanished from sight.
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If there was one thing that Matthew had learned today it was that having every ounce of energy drained from you body is not a pleasant experience. It also stops your heart and brain activity, so it's best to avoid letting it happen to you. Matthew fell backwards with a slight thud, he was technically dead, but of course that could be fixed if he were taken to a hospital quickly enough or someone preformed some sort of insane impromptu revival with a car battery.
Madeline watched in disbelief as her brother hit the ground and didn't move. Paying no heed to the spirit still directly in front of Mattie she rushed over. After searching desperately for his pulse to no avail she picked him up, a feat was much less impressive than one might think, and dragged him into the kitchen. "Dad Matthew is hurt. We need to get him to a hospital." she called to their father as she climbed out of the kitchen window with Matthew. "It's alright Mattie, you're going to be fine. We're getting you to a hospital right now."
Madeline watched in disbelief as her brother hit the ground and didn't move. Paying no heed to the spirit still directly in front of Mattie she rushed over. After searching desperately for his pulse to no avail she picked him up, a feat was much less impressive than one might think, and dragged him into the kitchen. "Dad Matthew is hurt. We need to get him to a hospital." she called to their father as she climbed out of the kitchen window with Matthew. "It's alright Mattie, you're going to be fine. We're getting you to a hospital right now."
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The new abundance of energy gave the spirit a spike in power, one that filled his every ounce of semi-existing soul. The spirit let the children go; he did not need them. They would be back, and if they were not, he would track them down. It was not a task too hard for the likes of him. Now that the demon had revealed it's location to him, he looked at said demon harshly. It was terrifying, yes, but that did nothing for the angered spirit. The demon vanished, and so did the spirit. Only the spirit did not want any of this family to fall via that particular monster's hands.
Thanks to the excess power that coursed through the spirit temporarily, he shot forward, towards the father of the fled children. Invisible hands reached out, Only to stall and pause curiously. The spirit could not touch the father. As unfortunate as it was, he should have known. The spirit hissed in anger, turning to look for the demon with hatred.
Thanks to the excess power that coursed through the spirit temporarily, he shot forward, towards the father of the fled children. Invisible hands reached out, Only to stall and pause curiously. The spirit could not touch the father. As unfortunate as it was, he should have known. The spirit hissed in anger, turning to look for the demon with hatred.
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Although the demon had vanished from the senses of the humans it still remained within the house. Once Maddie had pulled her brother into the kitchen it followed close behind. John felt something grab at him which made him wonder why he was not taken over by one of the two spirit forces. Thankful that he was still himself John went into the kitchen to phone for the ambulance. As Maddie knelt before Matthew the specter approached them, making its way around Maddie the dark force attached itself to the boy, just as it had outside by the doors to the basement. Maddie and John looked on in amazement as Matthew regained consciousness, thinking that it was a case spontaneous recovery they did not allow themselves to consider that he had been taken over. Inside Matthew remained weak, but his life was prolonged by the spectral force now controlling his mind and body.
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Madeline watched as her brother began breathing again for no apparent reason whatsoever. She was overjoyed that he was alive but his revitalization seemed almost casual, almost as though he simply said, "You know how I was dying just a few seconds ago? Well I decided that dying is boring so I'm not going to right now." "Hey Mattie, are you alright?"
Matthew woke feeling somehow very weak and stronger than he'd ever been before at the same time. After a second he realized why. He was currently possessed by a demon, although as he was just lying there at the moment he couldn't tel whether it was just housing itself within him or if it was actively controlling him. In an attempt to ascertain which of the two it was he tried to stand up.
Matthew woke feeling somehow very weak and stronger than he'd ever been before at the same time. After a second he realized why. He was currently possessed by a demon, although as he was just lying there at the moment he couldn't tel whether it was just housing itself within him or if it was actively controlling him. In an attempt to ascertain which of the two it was he tried to stand up.
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Once Matthew was on his feet the dark specter controlling his body utilized the boys vocal cords to voice an ominous prophesy. "Its is not the building itself, nor the ground upon which it was constructed. The phenomenon is not contained within structures of wood and metal, but within the hearts of the innocent and the young. These are the things which the spirit covets the most." After speaking these cryptic words the malevolent specter left Mathew's body. Manifesting itself once more in front of the stunned and confused family and then disappearing.
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After being released from the demon's control Matthew fell again, though he was still alight he was significantly weakened. This time however Madeline was ready and caught him before he could hit the ground. "So, that was..."
"Informative, but not very helpful. We already knew that demons don't haunt locations." He turned to his father. "Normally this would be the part were I would suggest that we call in a professional, but I wasn't cursing in Latin so I'm not sure how much help they would be."
"Informative, but not very helpful. We already knew that demons don't haunt locations." He turned to his father. "Normally this would be the part were I would suggest that we call in a professional, but I wasn't cursing in Latin so I'm not sure how much help they would be."
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In another house within the new complex of houses, the spirit had given up bothering with finding the demon for the time being and had instead found a new thing to play with. Said new thing was Ethan Cavalier, a small three year old boy in the Cavalier's house. This was a human being that the spirit would talk to; a child was innocent and harmless, and much more entertaining than any older being. The others were only good for torment; this child was good for so much more. "Hey, Ethan.." The spirit whispered quietly to the child. "Did you want to play a game?" He asked, oblivious of the time or anything else going on (except the fact that a demon had usurped his family and he would have to go and reclaim it hopefully before the demon went and did something stupid, like kill one of them).
To the child, the spirit would be about his age, with scraggly blond hair and bright blue eyes. He would always be wearing strange clothing, but it would be clean. When the spirit smiled to the boy, he would have a dimple in his right cheek. No adult would see him. He would not allow that to happen.
To the child, the spirit would be about his age, with scraggly blond hair and bright blue eyes. He would always be wearing strange clothing, but it would be clean. When the spirit smiled to the boy, he would have a dimple in his right cheek. No adult would see him. He would not allow that to happen.
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"Sure." Ethan replied. It had been a while now since he'd last seen an "imaginary friend", other than the one standing in front of him now of course, in fact he hadn't seen one at all since they'd moved in, and he'd been growing bored of playing tag by himself, which in all honesty wasn't terribly easy to do in the first place. "What kind of game is it?" the boy asked. He hoped this one wouldn't expect him to be able to run through a wall, in their last house he had played with a group of children who had become extremely annoyed when he tried to explain that there was in fact a wall there, despite the fact that the "imaginary friends" claimed that they had lived in the house their entire lives and had never once seen a wall in that particular location.
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The dark specter had enough with fooling around with the Mayfair family, his original intention was to get Matthew and Maddie's father. They had no idea of their father's involvement with the death of their mother two years prior to buying their new home. No inkling of the brutality and perversion of the violent event which transpired one evening.
The siblings had been sent to their aunts house on the night of their mothers death, leaving John and Melinda alone in the New York home. She had been seeing another man and it wasn't long before John discovered the affair. Melinda was strangled and a a plastic bag was placed over her face to ensure that her life was terminated.
It was a great feat but John had managed to avoid suspicion and his wife's death was thought to have been committed by a burglar. Matthew and Maddie did not suspect and the specter itself had not made it known that this being was ion fact the vengeful spirit of their mother. It would be night before his son and daughter had discovered their father twisted and fractured body laying upon his bed. John Mayfiar was dead, and the specter was gone.
The siblings had been sent to their aunts house on the night of their mothers death, leaving John and Melinda alone in the New York home. She had been seeing another man and it wasn't long before John discovered the affair. Melinda was strangled and a a plastic bag was placed over her face to ensure that her life was terminated.
It was a great feat but John had managed to avoid suspicion and his wife's death was thought to have been committed by a burglar. Matthew and Maddie did not suspect and the specter itself had not made it known that this being was ion fact the vengeful spirit of their mother. It would be night before his son and daughter had discovered their father twisted and fractured body laying upon his bed. John Mayfiar was dead, and the specter was gone.
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"Well," The spirit said, and then he looked around, as though making sure that there was nobody else around to over hear them. "Can you keep a secret?" He said deviously. "But this game is a game that most mommies don't like their little boys playing. You're in, right?" There was a flash of something in the spirit's eyes; what might have been a childish excitement at doing something that he knew was not right, especially when it bothered a parent. But the roots of that flash went much, much deeper. That was something that the spirit could not get rid of, not for an instant. "I won't let you get in trouble, don't worry." The spirit promised. It had no intentions of doing anything overly drastic to keep said promise. This was merely one form of amusement. He would not take responsibility if something horrible happened.
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"Well alright, just as long as I don't get in trouble, now what game is it?" Ethan answered. As far as he was aware he was the only person who could even perceive his supposedly imaginary friends so he wasn't exactly certain how this one would keep him out of trouble. "Wait a minute, you know my name but I don't know yours. Who are you, by the way?" This did not surprise Ethan much as all the other friends had done a substantial amount of eavesdropping before striking up a conversation and he could only assume that this one had too.
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"Oh, how rude of me!" The spirit said, effectively face-palming at the question of who he was. The spirit smiled pleasantly then, dropping his hand. "My name's Patrick Williams. You can call me Pat, though, if you want." The spirit took a deep breath, and glanced around once more, though the action was quite meaningless. "Now, for this game, we'll need to sneak outside. Can you do that, Ethan? If you can't get outside with out your mother knowing, we can't play the game. And you do want to play the game with me, don't you, Ethan?" The spirit, Pat's, tone of voice took on an almost warning tone, though it was unconscious. There was no point in using tones on most children, since often it went right over their heads. But sometimes, just sometimes, they caught on that something was wrong, and Pat did not want that.
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Ethan stepped back slightly at the tone of Patrick's voice, while it probably would have sailed over the heads of most other children Ethan detected it without much trouble. "I don't think it will be difficult to sneak past my mom," he answered Pat, "but are you sure we have to go outside?" Ethan did not like the outdoors. The outdoors had dirt, and dirt clung to one's skin in a manner that was just plain unsettling, at least that was Ethan's view of things. Besides, in his opinion, most things worth doing could be done with a roof over your head. Except flying a kite, although he supposed that you could get a really strong fan and a really high ceiling if you were really that determined to fly a kite inside. Bringing his attention away from such pointless matters and back to the current situation Ethan waited anxiously for the other boy to respond.
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Pat smiled slightly and nodded. 'Yeah. You're very smart, you know that? Much better than other boys your age. But yeah, we have to go outside. Don't worry, it's nothing silly like playing in the dirt. We'll actually be playing this game inside, only, not in this house. We'll go over to my house, okay?" The spirit was beginning to get anxious. Something wasn't right back at the other home, but he would have to find out what in a few minutes. This child was a key to something special. The spirit bounced back a few paces, looking at Ethan. "You're going to come, aren't you?" The spirit asked hopefully. "You have to! It gets so horribly lonely at my house, with all the bigger people ignoring me.."
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Ethan grinned. "Of course I will! Just lead the way and I'll follow. I just have to get my shoes first." He walked over to the corner of the room where he kept his shoes before putting them on, tying the laces, and walking back to the spirit, which he assumed had waited patiently for him to return. Patrick seemed somehow different than the other "imaginary friends", he seemed stronger for one thing, most of the others Ethan had encountered were only half visible while Pat was almost indistinguishable from a normal boy.
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Pat had watched as Ethan moved to the corner of the room, and he watched with an almost amused stare as the boy tied up his laces. Such little fingers making such delicate bows. It was kind of hypnotizing. When Ethan returned, Pat smiled happily at him. "Great! Come on. I have a feeling that we're going to be very, very good friends. I hope so, anyway." Pat then turned and navigated through the house, eventually sliding through a window. Outside, the spirit moved a ways out, and then turned in the dark to make sure that Ethan was following him.
"My house isn't far. We'll have a really good time." Pat smiled, and he clenched both of his hands into fists, lifting them a ways to emphasize this fact. Then he let his hands drop and spun around again, marching forward, past one house, past another. At the third, he stopped. This house was just like all of the others; but at the same time, it wasn't. Appearance-wise, the only identifying thing on the building was it's number. 28. Again, the ghost looked back for Ethan, smile darkening to something almost sinister. "Are you ready to play a very cool game?" He asked, "This is my house."
"My house isn't far. We'll have a really good time." Pat smiled, and he clenched both of his hands into fists, lifting them a ways to emphasize this fact. Then he let his hands drop and spun around again, marching forward, past one house, past another. At the third, he stopped. This house was just like all of the others; but at the same time, it wasn't. Appearance-wise, the only identifying thing on the building was it's number. 28. Again, the ghost looked back for Ethan, smile darkening to something almost sinister. "Are you ready to play a very cool game?" He asked, "This is my house."
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