Week 5

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Five deaths in one week, and almost half of the guests have died now. The Narrator is now claiming that the man who's trying to save all the guests is a cold-hearted killer, and he doesn't seem to be lying about this. But on the other hand, that doesn't explain why he continues to do any of this, or if he's even an entirely good guy here.

Whether you like it or not, tension is becoming unusually high in this hotel now.

But hey, at least you get a nice new floor to tide you over.

13 guests remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{ooc: Don't forget to fill in this week's Activity Check! The deadline is 11/01 @ 1 PM EST!}

Comments

[keyofimagination]

[And suddenly he cries out in agonizing pain. He drops to his knees, his face pained but... oddly enough after a tiny bit he begins morphing. Like he's changing into multiple people at once.

Soon, he body turns into TV static before suddenly vanishing completely.

The Narrator is gone.]

[hallotween]

... Cool.

[nocasetoobig]

[THE FUCK IS THIS

just clinging to his cross, eyes wide, and frozen as he stares at the...whatever the fuck this is]

[candlelightsflicker]

Wow, that was pretty spicy, huh, kids?

[theduck]

Wh— what happened to him? Where’d he go?!

[candlelightsflicker]

I dunno! I didn't do that, I'm just your friendly neighborhood Sat- BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[He begins laughing, maniacally. His laughter gets deeper and deeper as his...head starts to flicker?]

[nocasetoobig]

[THROWS THE CROSS AT HIM]

[candlelightsflicker]

[The cross actually just lightly phases through him, as his laugh becomes more and more unhinged.

His appearance changes into that of a ghost in some sort of weird top hat, before he phases out of existence, leaving only a hatbox behind.]

[hallotween]

... [goes to open it]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[WOW BELLE DIDN'T LIKE ROD BUT SHE LIKES THIS EVEN LESS.....]

Marnie, be careful!

[candlelightsflicker]

[There is a scarf and a Black Flame Candle inside.]

[A raven flies into the chapel, observing the scene.]

[hallotween]

[well obvi she's putting the scarf on.

she lifts up the candle.] This summons the child-eating witches, right?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[well that was anticlimactic.]

[candlelightsflicker]

[marnie don't put on other peoples' scarves, in any case this scarf definitely needs to be cleaned]

[hallotween]

[if it's anything less than outright blood it's staying.]

[candlelightsflicker]

[there's stains on it.]

[hallotween]

[is it blood tho]

[coulombslaw]

It summons the what?

[Guess who hasn't heard a thing about the witches]

[hallotween]

There's apparently these three witches who show up if you light this candle. I think they eat children.

[offhandedly] You got a match or something?

[darthfanboy]

Summon them, then. They'll only eat you.

[hallotween]

Give us a light, then, Benny-boy.

[darthfanboy]

You act as though I have one on me.

[hallotween]

Then find something. Kids can't play with matches.

[stenchus_rodentus]

...awfully childish for a magic act.

I suppose dousing us in some hidden supply of opium aids in the "realism".

[forgottenfounder]

N-narrator!

[Oswald instinctively rushes over to the spot where he drops to his knees, only reaching it when he's too late.

He can only fall to his own knees, hands touching the floor where there was static a moment ago.

He doesn't know what to say.]