Thread: The Haunted House (HotTexasCowboy & Swirl)

Swallowing nervously she glanced around when she got to the bottom of the stairs. She had half a thought to turn and go back upstairs, but she figured she had come this far. Pulling her bag up onto her shoulder for a little more reassurance that it was there, she began to walk down the spooky hallway of the basement. Pausing at each door, she peered in, observing the billiard room quietly. Walking in she looked at the cue and the balls. Like upstairs she found not a speck of dust on any of it, and the poles looked like they had been used recently. Leaving that room she explored each one, throughout but stayed away from the video game room. The bright lights and sounds from the ancient pin ball machines weird-ed her out. In fact the whole place was freaking her out. Coming to the theatre room she looked at all the chairs and at the big screen. If I was rich I would totally buy this place, if it wasn't so freaking creepy and then have movie marathons in this room. she spoke out-loud to herself to break the silence that was stretching out around her. It made her feel very small that there were three other levels above her and a storm going on, but she felt there was something else going on in this house. Like she couldn't shake this feeling that she was not alone. Sucking in breath she left that room and headed off towards where she heard the music, surely the people must be in here would know how to open the front door and get out. Coming to the last room, she stared in it, her eyes grazing over the futons and pressed down cushions. She noticed imprints on them as if someone had just sat down on it, saw some of the cushions shift as if someone was moving on it, and out from the music her ears caught the moans and sighs of women and men. Chills went through her body, there were people in this room she couldn't see. Her hair stood up on end and she took a step backwards. She was definitely alone in this house, by solid body type, but haunted. Definitely yes. She was scared, more scared than she had ever been. She couldn't see the people but she felt that they were there, she knew that they were there. Taking another step back, her foot smacked against the door way and she let out a yelp that echoed like a gunshot down the hallway. That wasn't the only thing that surprised her. When she stumbled on the door frame, she fell against something that kept her from falling completely out the door. When she turned to look, she saw four pool cues had arranged themselves across the doorway at intervals, horizontally. Try as she might, they wouldn't budge, and there wasn't much room in the spaces between them for her to try and squeeze out. Even as she tried to figure out that puzzle, she felt something gather around her legs. Looking down, she saw a soft knitted quilt, one of several strewn casually around the room, wrap itself around her ankles and tightening. Any attempt to pull her ankles free and walk or run away would likely make her lose her balance and fall onto the cushions. Blinking she moved backwards and then bumped into the things. Whipping around as fast as she could she stared at the pool cues arranged across the door way. Like bars only going the other way. Pushing her hand through she tried to grasp at something to try and get through. There was no chance though, she was unable to get so much as her leg through the bottom bars and she wasn't nimble enough to get the rest of her body through. She was trapped by an unseen force in this room. Whimpering a bit she was still focused on that when she cried out in fear, thinking a snake had gotten itself near her feet. Looking down frantically she looked at the quilt and then watched in horrid facination as it tied itself tightly around her ankles. In such fear she tried to step back, only to have her ankles locked together. Squealing loudly she flailed her arms to try and catch her balance, as she fell. Twisting she landed with a soft thump on her belly on the cushions below her. Grateful for the soft landing at least she immediately reached her hands down to try and yank the tie off so she could free her ankles. Struggling with it, she twisted and turned, trying to find something in the room to maybe cut the ties on it. I should have never come in here by myself. she said out loud to herself as she tried the knots again, her fingers getting sore and sweaty from it all. As she leaned over to try and free the knots, she suddenly felt something against her back. A couple of small throw pillows were against her, rubbing up and down in coordinated counterpoint along her back. It was almost a nice massage. No matter how she might twist and turn, she couldn't escape them, moving and rubbing her, held by some unseen force. In the process of rubbing up and down her back, they were messing her clothes, pulling her shirt from the waistband and gradually baring her lower back. Even if she managed to grab one of the pillows and throw it away, another took its place until the original pillow could return. While she had been struggling with the pillows, something like a long, furry boa slipped around one ankle and tied itself there firmly. Another similar item, this one a knitted neck scarf, tied itself around her other ankle, and then the blanket untied itself and slipped away, allowing the two separate ties to pull her feet and legs apart. A thicker pillow moved between her legs, pressing up into her crotch and rubbing her there. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it away or stop it from rubbing her.