Thread: What Dwells Inside (Iron and Wine x The Gothic Temptress)

Warning Warning This RP contains disturbing scenes, including blood play, dubious consent, eroticized fear, horrific victimization, masochism, and ghosts psychosexually exploiting a young woman. IMG700x150 The drive through the Pocono Mountains took the Range Rover full of six college students through some of the most scenic of New Yorks landscape. Tommy , the moody senior whod suggested the camping trip, was at the wheel. He kept quiet as the other upper classmen spun ghost story after ghost story about the Frisker Manor. As the sun crept toward the hillside horizon, they were setting the stage for what awaited Gwen and the only other freshman in the car, a willowy cheerleader named Lacey who appeared especially unnerved by the stories. And the stories were unnerving, especially the ones that had the ring of truth to them. Rebecca, a dark-haired mild-mannered senior, tempered the guys more embellished versions with accurate pieces of history. Built in the wake of the Civil War, the manor became the family home of the wealthy Friskers, a name synonymous with the advent of retail malls, who allegedly rose to power on the backs of slaves. During the Great Depression, the family business fell into insolvency, and the patriarch Josiah Frisker was compelled to turn the old manor house into an orphanage and treatment center for troubled girls who were wards of the state in order to pay off their debts. Many allegations and rumors circulated about what happened at the manor while it served as an orphanage. The mysterious deaths of most of the Frisker family during a flash flood only added to the dark mystique circulating about the manor. The manor remained unoccupied until an enterprising couple purchased it in the early 60s in the hopes of renovating the Frisker Manor as a bed and breakfast their efforts were short lived, however, after they were accused of murdering their guests. As part of the settlement, New York state claimed the home, adding it to its Historic Register, as no one else would touch the cursed property. The state was intent on turning the Frisker Manor into a halfway house and outpatient center. This too failed after the staff, suffering from a variety of mental illnesses themselves, refused to work there. It was haunted, so they said. Frisker Manor remained desolate for the past 40 years. Mist clung to the edges of the dirt road. The last vestige of civilization was a faded white cottage with a single light inside some fifteen miles back. As they approached the acreage with old yellow police tape clinging about the front gate, the massive manor was silhouetted by hues of deep indigo and ghoulish orange. During day time it actually had a rustic charm, with the long-since decaying stone covered in ivy, moss, and in a few cases trees actually seemed to be growing through the building. Local kids in New York county used to go there in the summer months to hang out, barbeque, and drink. Since the disappearances and the police taping it off, however, the only time to visit the Frisker Manor was at night. And that meant ghost stories. It was early Autumn as the sun set on Long River Road. No sign of any cops. We should be good. No getting out of it, said Tommy, grinning back at the two freshmen girls. Theyd brought a small campstove and camping chairs, setting up a tailgate party in the backyard of the manor. The pool had since been drained, but that didnt stop them from watching the sunset, roasting sausages and making smores. As night set in and a chill filled the air, there were storm clouds on the horizon covering the moon so it was only a pale glow. Tommy announced it was time to go into the haunted house. Though the guys thought they were keeping it a secret, but it was hard not to hear the legends about students disappearing at Frisker Manor. Moreover, the senior Rebecca gave the two freshmen girls fair warning that there was a tradition among the school that when a younger classmate wanted to be accepted they had to go through a little initiation. However, they wouldnt disclose more information than that. The house was dark, so their flashlights were most definitely necessary as they climbed in through an unlocked window in the back of the house. A thin layer of dust was on everything, with many of the furnishings still there, though it was clear thieves had removed many valuables over the years. As they moved through some kind of estate dining room, Gwen would notice several individual oil portraits of members of the Frisker family, all with their eyes cut out except, presumably, Josiah Frisker. As they moved across the room, the portraits eyes seemed to follow Gwen, sending a chill down her spine. Creepy right? said Tommy. Until the early 1900s, the Frisker family were a huge part of life in the county they were like some of the richest people. Then in a week they were reduced to nothing. To pay off the debt he started an orphanage for girls Another one of the guys snickered, Total pedophile. Brushing off the comment, Tommy shined his light toward the downstairs master bathroom. Well, most his family was found drowned in the stream nearby during a flash flood. Nobody knows what happened to him or the girls who stayed here. Rebecca hyped up the story with animated expressions as she placed her flashlight under her face as if telling a ghost story around the campfire. They say that Frisker was a real pervert, and he used to lock up young girls in his basement wearing only their underwear with only a mirror and a candle. Thats why, every year, we send one girl She could no longer keep a straight face and started laughing, the others chuckling with her, the sounds echoing through the long deserted house. Wait, guys, thats the bathroom, right? Ok, Gwen and Lacey, this is like the most epic of all bathroomsTommy, you want to explain how this works? Once they found the narrow unpainted door to the first floor bathroom, Tommy dramatically pulled out an antique bronze key, unlocking the door with a loud click-clack sound. As it swung open, Gwen beheld an ornate bathroom far larger than even modern bathrooms with a long mirror in front of the faucet, an old beaten brass tub with a shower faucet in the center of the room, and a funny looking pommel horse saddle looking thing. A single high window was boarded up, so the room was very very dark. One other narrow door exited the bathroom, probably a closet. So, whenever a younger classmate wants to hang with the senior crew, we bring them here for a test to see he paused dramatically. if theyre brave enough forthe test. You need to go inside the bathroom and shut the door. Thing is, you have to go in just your underwear, and you can take ashit we forgot a candleum, I guess you can take only a flashlight. Then, you look into the mirror and repeat Josiah Frasier, take me five times like you mean it. And you have to make it in the house alone until we call you out. Just a short while... Rebecca rolled her eyes with a grin and some of the guys snickered. However, before Tommy could finish, the willowy Lacie, whod been covering her arms with her hands and looking thoroughly creeped out. Theres no wayI cantI cant do this She shook her head. Though the guys gave her a hard time, and Rebecca tried to convince her, Lacie shoved passed them, This place is fucking creepyand this is breaking and enteringLook, Im sorry, I cant do this Making her way back to the dining room they'd snuck in through, she scurried out the window to wait on the back porch. After a stunned moment, Tommy capitalized on the building suspense, shining the flashlight at Gwen as he spoke dramatically. Already, the ghosts have driven out one of the potential classmates. Its down to just you, Gwen. Think you can manage that? He looked at the 19 year-old expectantly, offering her the flashlight.