ROLEPLAY HQ - the-haunted-home

Lyla sighed with relief as she carried the last cardboard box into her new home, shutting the front door behind her with a light kick of her foot. The moving process hadn’t been easy, but god dammit, it was finally done, and she had done it mostly on her own. Aside from the few movers she’d hired to help with the large items, she had made this happen. And she was proud. She set the box down, taking a few strides further into her home and taking it all in. It wasn’t pretty by any means. But it was hers. She’d worked for it, and earned it. It was nothing a little love and some “diy” creativity couldn’t spruce up. Her house was absolutely littered with boxes and furniture; the unpacking process was nowhere near complete. But at least it was a start. The decision to move out on her own had been an easy one to make. Of course she loved her parents dearly. But she was independent in nature, and when hired for a well-paying job at a location a few towns over, moving became not only a desire, but a necessity. And when house hunting landed her on the front porch steps of this incredibly affordable and charming, if not somewhat dilapidated, house, it felt like it was meant to be. @Would That I

How long had it been since he had been conscious? His memory was jumbled— all over the place. All he had known was that this wasn’t supposed to be, that he shouldn’t be alive— which he wasn’t. Is this what the after-life was like? Nothing but endless torment? He was sure that he was dead, that alone he was positive of. This house, it was all familiar. The bedroom where he used to sleep in, the living room where he’d sit and watch television with his best friend, the same friend who murdered him all of those years ago. And he was not at peace. He couldn’t move, not until he got the justice he deserved. But why was he just now awaking? Well maybe it could be the fact that someone was invading his home. Box after box was being brought into his home. Why him of all people? Why his home? It had been vacant ever since his death. To him, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all for some random person— man or woman to invade his home. @dancingqueen (edited)

Lyla figured the best place to start getting settled would be her bedroom. She had work tomorrow, so making sure her bed and clothing was all in order was priority. As she climbed the creaking stairs to the second floor her phone began to ring. She sighed at seeing it was her mother, and she forced a smile before answering it. “Hey Mom,” her voice broke the deafening silence of the small house as she reached the landing and made her way to the bedroom. The movers had put the bed frame and mattress in place, but it still had to be made. And her luggage sat by her closet waiting to be unpacked. “Yes, I’m all moved in…the movers did perfectly fine, I was not about to have dad carrying things up the stairs just to throw his back out. Again.” She managed a small laugh. She absentmindedly fiddled with the hair tie on her wrist before answering her mother’s question. “No, Alex had to work late today so he couldn’t help with the move. But he should be stopping by tomorrow…yes I’ll be by myself tonight, Mom, but it’s perfectly fine. I’ve got everything under control.” @Would That I

Despite his disapproval of someone being in his home, it had been so long since he heard the voice of another person. It was a woman who appeared young-looking, maybe early or mid twenties. During these hours, his presence was too weak to possess enough energy to so much as even open a door. That also could be due to the fact that he had just awoken from what felt like a forever slumber. He followed the woman, watched as she unpacked and saw to getting situated in the bedroom. There had been moments when she completely walked through him, a wave of intense coldness would have came over her. Why am I watching her like a creep? But what else could he busy himself doing? (We can timeskip to the later hours if you’d like) @dancingqueen

Lyla did her best to keep her conversation with her mother brief, eventually excusing herself from the phone call by insisting she still had a lot to get done, which, in all fairness, was true. As she bustled around the bedroom getting things in order she occasionally felt a random chill wash over her. She shivered, visually inspecting the roof and the walls in assumption that there was some sort of draft, but not finding anything. For the moment, she chose not to concern herself with it. Once satisfied with the work she’d done for the day she began to get ready for bed, washing her face and brushing her teeth in the connected bathroom. Seeing as the windows were covered with thick curtains, she stripped out of her clothes and changed into her pajamas in her bedroom. She climbed into bed and snuggled under the covers, absolutely exhausted from the physicality of the moving day. @Would That I

Fortunately for him, he could quite literally walk through walls and get to where he desired to be. But leaving the house? He couldn’t even step foot near the front door. He didn’t know why he was stuck here, in the house that held all of those depressing memories. As the later hours approached, he felt more… stronger. Mentally, in a way. Everyone knew ghosts were their strongest during the late hours. Despite his desire to get this woman out of his house, he didn’t have any ill grudges towards her. He knew that getting rid of her wouldn’t put his soul at rest, but it would occupy his boredom for a while. The bedroom door creaked open during her slumber, almost in an eerily slow motion. It felt colder than usual. . But maybe it could be the AC. But it was broken, and a maintenance man wouldn’t be stopping by until tomorrow afternoon. @dancingqueen

Lyla stirred a bit in the middle of the night, adjusting from one side to the other as she shivered from the sudden cold. She’d have to have someone look at the damn AC tomorrow. She pulled the covers up tighter around her, trying to block out the chill. She noticed as she was getting comfortable that her bedroom door was open. Strange…she was almost sure she had closed it before going to bed. But perhaps she was just misremembering. @Would That I

The next morning arrived, and the sun rose. It was a rather nice day outside, so much so that Sylvester felt the desire to draw the curtains open, allowing the sun to bring light to the bedroom. Being trapped inside of the house felt like torture in itself, so much so considering some random woman was staying here as well. But it wouldn't be long before she was out of his house, he'd be sure of it. @dancingqueen

Lyla woke up to her alarm the next morning, wasting little time before pulling herself out of bed. Unpacking the house would have to wait, she had to get ready for work. Hopefully Alex would stop by later that evening and help her with some of the boxes. She rose to get dressed, pausing to open the curtains and let in the natural light. All things considered, letting in the morning light brought a cheery air to the somewhat dismal house. She busied herself with getting ready, doing her hair and makeup and throwing together a meager breakfast from the few groceries she had brought with her. @Would That I