Trial 1

[yourghosthost]

[After everyone has finished their investigations, everyone finds themselves gathering in the stretching room once more. The door shuts behind them. The corpse swings above the proceedings, ominously, and wandering eyes can't help but draw their attention to it.

It especially draws attention when it appears to move upward.

The whole room seems to move downwards, as the walls get longer and the ceiling gets further away. A snide comment from your Host echoes throughout the room:]

Tell me. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it just your imagination?

Find your place in the graveyard. I will be with you shortly.

[After a few moments, the room stops. A new door opens.

It appears to be an outside area, covered in overgrown plants and moss. An incredibly high gated fence surrounds the whole area, and perpetual darkness (accompanied by a bright full moon) sets the mood. A cobblestone path goads you on through this area, leading to a circle of 25 tombstones, each labeled with a participants picture, name and their birthdate. They're arranged to face each other, ominously enough. On top of each tombstone is a small typewriter-esque keyboard.

The only unique tombstone here is the only marked for Karolina. It's adorned with a red rose and a glass of cognac, and her tombstone is marked with a limerick:

Here Lies Karolina Dean
She might have had a rough life
But she really didn't deserve that knife

As everyone finds their places, the Host speaks.]

The keyboard on your tombstone shall be used for voting who you believe committed this crime. Due to the...nature of some of our participants, I will be forgiving misspellings and accidental presses, but each guest shall only receive one vote, and we go by majority rules.

Take all the time you need, please. There's no turning back now.]

Comments

[grimgrinningghosts]

[The color is an exact match.]

[sixfingeredstan]

....Ping. I'm sorry, but this doesn't look good for you.

[He really hates this. He really, really hates it. He doesn't want to condemn anyone, but...]

Is there anything you'd like to say?

[sentadaughter]

[She does have something to say, in fact]

[defyingfrigidity]

[.... Oh no.]

There has to be some mistake....

[outsidethecircle]

[Anna... is just going to look away. Why are all the responsible people going to die?]

[toogoodforhim]

[No...]

[arpeggiositar]

Oh man...

[Welp! Tough luck, Ping. Guess you'll die]

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander looks away.

It's happening, isn't it?]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Oh.

Well then.]

[ilovepuppies]

[Gulp.]

[terribibble]

[Fiddleford, who for most of the proceedings has been standing at his gravestone sort of stiffly vibrating with the effort of not just falling over and screaming, just sort of slumps. Oh.

He isn't quite sure that's enough to condemn a man, exactly, but what other leads do they have?]

[tadaishi]

[Oh.

Well, he was going for either Ping or Julia, and it looks like it was the former.]

[capulion]

Oh no.

[Her ears fall back on her head. She's been distracted by being Outside, and by the smells and sights, if not by the graveyard itself. Such things are outside her ken.

But this, this reigns her in.]

Ping, I'm sorry to ask. Can I... look at your feet?

[Will they match the size of the footprints?

[nobodyperfect]

[That's not good. He's been listening, but...

Getting a good look at "Ping," though, at least tells why they hesitated.]

You always wear your hair up, too.