in the house - a tad bit of Haunts and Houses backstory- or story or sidestory.
Is there Anything in here that would like to communicate with us??? Is there something you'd like us to know? Make a sound or move something so that we know that you're here.
THUD
... thump.
ait appeard a if a finger had hit the dusty mirror, it was hard to tell with dimming flashlights and dying lightsticks though...
G. A.
...
M...
E....
GAME...
the finger or fingers were writing out a word....
then a question mark
?
YES, we said... in different timings all of us eyeballing the dusty mirror in the dark dark house.
then came PAPER
then PEN.
then RULER
we had a paper bag we tore it up and layed it out long ways on the floor by the mirror.
we found a couple of ball points and a number 2 ticonderoga which my lockblade whittled a quick point on in a jiffy. we placed them on the floor by the mirror as well.
then the word that came next spooked the heck out of all of us.
DIE.
YOU want US to die?
I asked the entity that was writing on the mirror.
NO
it wrote back.
D I
C E.
Dice, it wanted Dice.
We had none.
W ...
A.
I.
T.
just then out of the corner of our earshot, we heard a rustling in a cuboard or cabinet or closet.
thunk thunk
rattle.
thump... against the door.
i opened it up to find 2 dice. normal.
normal dice for board games, 6 siders, as some would call them. Not for playing craps, or monopoly, these semmed ... wierd. one was dark and the other not. the yellow-ish and off whitish one seemed to glow when we passed oer it with our lights., especially when i lit my lighter, little bits of red or orange would sparkle. They seemed like they were made of stone, or marble or a special glass.
The other was a creepy looking blackish blue-ish purple-ish red ish think that was the same size as the other, but felt heavier... for some reason than the other. Must be made from a different material.
maybe the off white yellow one was a special plastic and the dark one was made of stone.
too much analysis.
take dice back to mirror
just as i turned to face the hall towards the mirror and my fellow haunt hunters, a little stone fell down and hit the floor in the same area that i picked thew dice up at. it looked like a marble that had been squished. like one of those that people put in fish tanks. it was totally clear, with what looked like a gloss on it... three other stones fell down again, just as i was leaving to go back. the other ones looked like glass as well, marbles that had also been squished at the bottom. one was green and white, one was blue and white one was yellow orange.
i had the things... the dice and the funny little tokens, or stones. ... "ANYTHING ELSE?", i asked back to the closet looking at the floor where the items had appeared. silence.
as i approached my crew i quietly asked the group,,
"Anything else?",
"nope, just waiting for you. what happened with that noise? You okay?",
"yeah", i responded while looking down at and holding out the dice and stones. "I found these. Let's put them by the mirror and wait".
"okay", the group confirmed.
we looked at the mirror, looking into it for cross confirmation, or a glimmer of hope, or a hint about what we needed to do next, about what we were doing, about what was really going on.
we put the pieces together, and waited ....
and waited.
"what do we do now?", I asked the mirror.
no response.
"Wait some more, guys", it's probably out of energy if it just brught us these things and stuff, and after the writing.".
What do we do, then I pondered taking shifts waiting at the mirror. Possibly putting up voice recorders around the parmater and cameras triangulating on the mirror, and the pile of stuff that we thought would help whatever or who-ever it was that wanted to play this "game" with us.
"can we set up the recorders on this level or take shifts?", i asked. "No way", or lead tech said, looking down at the pile of stuff on the floor, "batteries are out, and we have to conserve, we can't even run out to the wagon to get more batts, we could use one recorder, but we need eyeballs and ears on it live, and a new lightstick with them, we're down on light power too. we can try to move around a little bit but, i consider going in 2 plus groups".
they aggreed,
can we get a mapping team on the upper floors, and take that pad with you in case you need to note stuff, make sure to take time readings when anything happens.
there were six or seven of us. It gets harder and harder as time goes on,even if i am young-ish, to keep track of people on these hunts. i think i might have sent of a couple of them on the lower areas of the house to get some voice recording tests and location data. more than four others around me is hard to deal with from time to time. They call it "post traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD"... I call it what the old soldiers would have called it, and still call it, "Shell Shock".
-tbc-
-om-
12 11 2009 738am
THUD
... thump.
ait appeard a if a finger had hit the dusty mirror, it was hard to tell with dimming flashlights and dying lightsticks though...
G. A.
...
M...
E....
GAME...
the finger or fingers were writing out a word....
then a question mark
?
YES, we said... in different timings all of us eyeballing the dusty mirror in the dark dark house.
then came PAPER
then PEN.
then RULER
we had a paper bag we tore it up and layed it out long ways on the floor by the mirror.
we found a couple of ball points and a number 2 ticonderoga which my lockblade whittled a quick point on in a jiffy. we placed them on the floor by the mirror as well.
then the word that came next spooked the heck out of all of us.
DIE.
YOU want US to die?
I asked the entity that was writing on the mirror.
NO
it wrote back.
D I
C E.
Dice, it wanted Dice.
We had none.
W ...
A.
I.
T.
just then out of the corner of our earshot, we heard a rustling in a cuboard or cabinet or closet.
thunk thunk
rattle.
thump... against the door.
i opened it up to find 2 dice. normal.
normal dice for board games, 6 siders, as some would call them. Not for playing craps, or monopoly, these semmed ... wierd. one was dark and the other not. the yellow-ish and off whitish one seemed to glow when we passed oer it with our lights., especially when i lit my lighter, little bits of red or orange would sparkle. They seemed like they were made of stone, or marble or a special glass.
The other was a creepy looking blackish blue-ish purple-ish red ish think that was the same size as the other, but felt heavier... for some reason than the other. Must be made from a different material.
maybe the off white yellow one was a special plastic and the dark one was made of stone.
too much analysis.
take dice back to mirror
just as i turned to face the hall towards the mirror and my fellow haunt hunters, a little stone fell down and hit the floor in the same area that i picked thew dice up at. it looked like a marble that had been squished. like one of those that people put in fish tanks. it was totally clear, with what looked like a gloss on it... three other stones fell down again, just as i was leaving to go back. the other ones looked like glass as well, marbles that had also been squished at the bottom. one was green and white, one was blue and white one was yellow orange.
i had the things... the dice and the funny little tokens, or stones. ... "ANYTHING ELSE?", i asked back to the closet looking at the floor where the items had appeared. silence.
as i approached my crew i quietly asked the group,,
"Anything else?",
"nope, just waiting for you. what happened with that noise? You okay?",
"yeah", i responded while looking down at and holding out the dice and stones. "I found these. Let's put them by the mirror and wait".
"okay", the group confirmed.
we looked at the mirror, looking into it for cross confirmation, or a glimmer of hope, or a hint about what we needed to do next, about what we were doing, about what was really going on.
we put the pieces together, and waited ....
and waited.
"what do we do now?", I asked the mirror.
no response.
"Wait some more, guys", it's probably out of energy if it just brught us these things and stuff, and after the writing.".
What do we do, then I pondered taking shifts waiting at the mirror. Possibly putting up voice recorders around the parmater and cameras triangulating on the mirror, and the pile of stuff that we thought would help whatever or who-ever it was that wanted to play this "game" with us.
"can we set up the recorders on this level or take shifts?", i asked. "No way", or lead tech said, looking down at the pile of stuff on the floor, "batteries are out, and we have to conserve, we can't even run out to the wagon to get more batts, we could use one recorder, but we need eyeballs and ears on it live, and a new lightstick with them, we're down on light power too. we can try to move around a little bit but, i consider going in 2 plus groups".
they aggreed,
can we get a mapping team on the upper floors, and take that pad with you in case you need to note stuff, make sure to take time readings when anything happens.
there were six or seven of us. It gets harder and harder as time goes on,even if i am young-ish, to keep track of people on these hunts. i think i might have sent of a couple of them on the lower areas of the house to get some voice recording tests and location data. more than four others around me is hard to deal with from time to time. They call it "post traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD"... I call it what the old soldiers would have called it, and still call it, "Shell Shock".
-tbc-
-om-
12 11 2009 738am
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