ROLEPLAY HQ - the-detective-and-ghost

The rain pounded the windshield of the detective's car. His poor windshield wipers were cruising at full speed and still losing to the cascading ferocity of mother nature. Barely a street sign was legible through the haze the falling water created, but there was truly no need at this point. The man had planned his drive out using an old fashioned map as vain as it may seem. No need for a phone right now, not that he didn't own one. Planned it out before he'd even gotten into the vehicle, and so he knew to turn right about now. Turn right onto Willow Avenue. The street where his new home would be for the next few months until he could kick back and figure out what to do next with his career. After the fiasco at his last district office he was really looking forward to as many new starts as possible. Hopefully this new precinct was quiet enough to give him the time to relax and think to himself as much as possible. He'd only been a commissioned detective for a little over three months, but already he'd been shot down by a case gone wrong that ended in a criminal going free, a murder going unanswered for...and a breakup that he'd never thought would happen. The man counted the houses he passed, house 572 was the 8th one from the intersection he'd just turned from but it seemed like he'd only counted four when the unmistakable silhouette of the house's looming shape could be seen through the downpour. The humble spire and three floors of victorian-esque architecture that tried to pass itself off as something classy in this unimpressive neighborhood came off as threatening when veiled by the rain. But hell, it was home. Away. Here now. *The car pulled into the driveway that led to a garage that the man couldn't open at the moment since he lacked the garage door opener that should be inside on the kitchen counter. But since all he had was the key to the front door, that was all he could access. It was no big deal of course. The vehicle slowed to a stop just a fe

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w feet in front of the garage door. The man looked at the grey fedora in his passenger seat...then chuckled to himself before opening the door to a blasting sheet of water. His coat whipping around him as he slammed the car door shut behind him to jog off towards the front door to the house. His footsteps causing puddles of collected rain in the weathered divots of the ground to splash up around his already soaked legs as he made his way around. Coming to the front patio the man slowed to a walking pace to carefully make his way up the stone steps. The rain waterfalled down the patio's front steps that led up to the door. Red patio brick made bright by the cleansing waves of water that the detective splashed through to the front door. To which he promptly took the key from his pocket, unlocked the front door, and stepped in to his new home.*

@Micha

While the outside of the outside of the house looked to be old Victorian-esque, the inside was more modern, though needed a little more.. work to decorate. While it was usual to buy out a home in this area, the agency set it to rent for 350 a month, with the previous tenants having left months ago. During the showing, the weather had been nicer now, and he could see the stares of his new neighbors, hushed gossip filling the town. The town of Bernbrue wasn’t small by no means, having at least two supermarkets, and a few restaurants to eat at. A quiet town where most people never leave. The house was now quiet, No sounds anywhere as Myles walked in. But it sure got the attention of the shadows. Sebastian Conal. He was bound to this house. And the people in it, forever haunting the space. Some people say he died from one of his victims, or from the final confrontation between police. The truth is much simpler then that, but it is one he doesn’t know himself. He know of his name, and his past, but not of death. Most ghost stories happen due to unfinished business, or anger. But Sebastian simply did not want to move on, if there was something physically stopping him, he didn’t know. For now he was content with staying in his house. So when the door opened, and the new tenant came in, Sebastian wasn’t thrilled. He felt like Myles was a intruder who was encroaching upon his resting grounds, not like it mattered, Myles might not even see him, no one has before. Sebastian was by the staircase, resting his head on the banister, in the shadows watching the man. @technicallyspartan

Upon entering the house the detective first noticed two things. First, the cold, and how empty the house felt. The place felt like it had been abandoned for years, despite the newly furnished marble countertops and clean LED bulbs hanging from the cieling. That blank corporate modern white of the walls showed off just how much work had been done to the place since it had first been built. He supposed that made complete sense. New marketing firms would urge real estate agencies to keep neighborhoods up to date with the newest house that had been built. The newest house on the block was built only two years ago, and the detective assumed that the status of this house as a rental home meant the agency that owned it simply maintained it. And maintained it well they did. The detective hung his drenched coat up on the metal hooks jutting out from the wall that had been screwed permanently in place. He looked around at the empty room. The kitchen had a counter top that divided it from the living room, a large empty space where his furniture would go had the moving truck made it today. The storm delayed his complete move into the place, but that should arrive as soon as the storm was over. Until then this was it.

The quiet hall adjacent to the living room was dark, which lead to the second thing the man had noticed. The darkness. It was eerily lit in the house despite the windows placed reasonably throughout the first floor. While he guessed this was due to the rain he couldn't help but feel uneasy about the nature of the building. However, with no way to describe why he felt the way he did he chalked it up to recent events before beginning his tour. Softly, he stepped through the place. The garage, the pantry, the bathrooms, the master bedroom, the office, the kitchen, and finally, finishing the first floor, the staircase. He had his hand on the railing when he stopped, looking up into the dark second floor where a window sat wedged above the top of the stairs, but curtains were drawn over it. It was right here. At the bottom of the stairs that Myles Enoch collapsed to his knees. Where he stayed for a moment before sitting on the first step of the staircase. His head in his hands, his face in his palms. Eyes closed, he listened to the silence of the house and the pitter patter of the rain on the windows and walls...and thought to himself about where life had seemingly gone wrong.

@Micha

Sebastian descended the stairs, coming close to the man. He looked like he was floating just a inch of the ground, to him, he was walking down the stairs. He leaned close the the man now, silent. His dark eyes studying Myles. Myles could feel coldness come from behind him. It felt like someone watching him, though there should’ve been no one there, no one to watch him. Lightning struck in the sky, briefly illuminating the house, showing Myles shadow. And someone else’s Sebastian let out a little growl. He had learned more of his limitations during the years. He could touch any objects, or living being, that entered the house, Sebastian could project his voice through the home, and any animals that enter are more then likely aware of him. However, he knows that he couldn’t leave the house. Not unless something of his is taken out of the house, and no one could see him, unless they were children, or more attuned for the supernatural. And only once have that happened, yet no one believed them, causing them to leave the house before their lease was up. @technicallyspartan

With his face in his palms the detective was ignorant to the specter encroaching upon him until the cold. The living man took a deep breath, and let it out into the cool air around him. When he felt the gross difference between the air around him and his warm breath he removed his hands from his eyes just in time to witness the lightning cast a bright light through the windows downstairs. Illuminating his shadow against the wall, and the railing...and what seemed like someone else. The man sat still until he heard a faint growl, barely audible against the rain and storm outside. But it was unique against the ambiance created by the environment outside. Cautiously, the man stood up, and turned to face the stairs, there before him...was nothing, yet something was very off. It was darker there, not in a way that the man could soberly describe to anyone who may have asked, but it was off-putting to say the least. But what was he to do about it? The detective took a step backwards, then another, then casually turned and walked away back towards the kitchen as he took out his phone and turned it on.

@Micha

Sebastian followed the man. Close in step behind him. Watching him go into the kitchen. Leaning over Myles shoulder he went to watch the phone. Sebastian knew that you could learn a lot about a person by what is on their phone. It was how people would just disappear from town. The Hera twins liked to take large road trips, never logged out of social media. The Thompson daughter who had a bad break up with her boyfriend who decided to stay out all night drinking. Or the Gavin’s boy who loves to go on hikes and camping trips without telling anyone. Sebastian was a watcher, a listener. Working as a bartender in one of the local bars, he would hear all the whispers and rumors of people, he had put that into good use over the years he had been alive. The lights seemed to flicker, the energy from the specter around Myles manipulating the energy of the house in a way. @technicallyspartan