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Wow! Having been an avid fan of Orwell's 1984 for years, this was honestly quite chilling. It makes me wonder if the High Priests are going to torture our guitar-toting protagonist in the name of "love". You had me hooked! Brilliant!!!... [Read More]
Henrietta, standing in the kitchen, suddenly stepped backward as if startled. Once she realized that this ghost, unlike the other ones in this mansion, meant no harm to her, she smiled and shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry, but no. No one here h... [Read More]
After the chess game had concluded, the gaslit lamps in the room seemed to grow brighter and brighter, and one of them even exploded from the heat. Shakhmaty slapped a white-gloved hand over her mouth, trying not to scream, but fortunately for Jacob,... [Read More]
Shakhmaty gingerly removed the crumpled card from the pocket of Ebony's dress. "It's a Tarot card," she said, "like the ones I have in my deck, but a hell of a lot older. Speaking of Hell...oh, dear. The Devil. Not good." She fl... [Read More]
Shakhmaty giggled, but then froze. "That's because...I see a ghost behind you." She saw Ebony whirl around, but she laid a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder. "Don't worry. You have nothing to fear from this one." Tears sprang t... [Read More]
"Two," replied Henrietta sternly, absolutely sure that she had seen a flash of silver--the flash of a knifeblade--right in front of her eyes before the banker turned the lights back on. "And it might be three if you don't watch your st... [Read More]
Henrietta, luckily, found another candlestick in one of the splintery kitchen drawers. She lit it and placed it on the table for the benefit of her guests. Holding the other one in her quivering hand, she announced to all of them: "I'm going ou... [Read More]
((Sorry! By the way, I changed a ghost's name in the newspaper article we found.)) Henrietta poured herself a glass of wine and downed it in one long gulp. "If you must know the truth," she said, "the ghosts of the six people that w... [Read More]
In the kitchen, Henrietta sighed heavily. Surveying her guests, she decided to associate them with the color of their rooms upstairs on the second floor. She had always been terrible with names, and one of the ways that she remembered which housegues... [Read More]
((Um, could you please take out that last part? I'm not quite ready yet! *LOL* EDIT: Threadmaster says it's not 10:00 yet. It should be about 8:15 now.))... [Read More]
((BTW, it was Shakhmaty who puked, not Ebony. That reminds me...)) Out of time. Your move. Overclocked. That was it. She had been afraid she was going to be penalized under a time forfeit, as she had already been a little bit "overclocked&q... [Read More]
Fortunately, or unfortunately, for Mister Benjamin Edward Faktor's maid, she awoke from her state of unconsciousness fairly quickly. "Doctor Lee!" Henrietta gasped. "It's you! Oh, my poor, weak nerves..." She stood up, practically... [Read More]
Through the swirling haze of her fear and confused thoughts, Shakhmaty remembered something: Hey, Shakhmaty: six, eight, ten, twelve... "You're right," she told the floating figure of Artemis Black, "and if the other ghosts in this ho... [Read More]
Henrietta, thinking that she heard some strange noises coming from the direction of the living room, finished putting the good silver away. Once she saw the reason for the sudden series of out-of-the-ordinary sounds, she promptly screamed and fainted... [Read More]
The young chess player could not believe she was actually conversing with a ghost. Sure, she was seeing him, yes, very clearly now. However, talking with a ghost was another matter entirely. Smiling with a sweet and yet mischievous air, she turned to... [Read More]
Hearing no immediate response from Ebony, or the ghost of Artemis Black, Shakhmaty put a finger to her lips. "Hmm," she said. "If Madame Sudarinya was reading Tarot cards at Hiram Coombs' New Year's Eve party, perhaps there's a card ta... [Read More]
((Note: No one is allowed to kill Faktor for real until The Endgame, which isn't here yet. After all, none of the guests have found out how he got his fortune and what must be done to win it--or how to save him and the ghosts inside.)) ((P.P.S. It's... [Read More]
Henrietta sighed. "Very well. Come inside, if only for a moment." She paused. Something about this man from the Bank did not seem right to her, although she had no idea what made her think that. Bank men were businessmen, and businessmen ke... [Read More]
This time, Shakhmaty heard it. The ghost--pun intended--of a rhyme. A children's rhyme. Ten little guests went out to dine. One choked his little self and then there were nine. What was this? Another ghost? Was this a new one, or one of the phantasms... [Read More]
"The shadows aren't just shadows," Shakhmaty told Ebony. "This place really is haunted, and I'm starting to see ghosts. Real live ones, or at least as real and alive as they are purported to be in all the fairy tales and horror stories... [Read More]
"Ships, eh?" Pahro licked her lips. "I know just where to find one. I'm masquerading as a male Republic soldier by the name of Pitr Orkutt, and to complete my disguise, I've had to service some Republic freighters and courier vessels.... [Read More]
Pahro sensed an undercurrent in the Force, specifically of one who wanted to speak to her. To teach her things--perhaps dark things. All the better, but it was still a risk. She decided to take it. Maybe this person was being honest, or maybe he or s... [Read More]
"I never give up," snarled Pahro Utonula, "no matter whom I'm chasing. And you? You're not the one I want." Making a lightning-quick flick of the wrist, she pushed a button on her own chronometer, making a needle pop out of the ba... [Read More]