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Jayanths Odd Encounter Sr Casey
In a sophisticated and elegantly designed drawing room, Jayanth encounters a perplexing and terrifying event one chilly night. As he tries to arrange a hunt or a spar via text from his smartphone, a series of electronic glitches occur, and an eerie silence descends upon his apartment. After hearing a knock at the door, Jayanth, with handgun in hand, finds no one on the other side but senses an ominous presence within his home. The situation escalates as a paperweight flies towards him and a blood-curdling scream emanates from his phone, which turns on speaker mode by itself. The apartment seems to be under the influence of a vengeful spirit, targeting Jayanth with violent outbursts and cryptic messages.
As objects continue to attack him and he dodges a flying lamp, Jayanth spots the name "Franklin" etched on a mirror in blood, and though he is confused by the reference, it only adds to the intensity of the haunting. In an attempt to find a solution, he lights a candle in the dining room, but the spirit's wrath continues unabated. Briefly, Jayanth glimpses a female ghostly figure in party attire, complete with a blood-soaked wound, in a window reflection—though she vanishes upon a second glance. As the situation in the apartment becomes increasingly chaotic, with "DIE" messages on the mirror and more objects launched in his direction, Jayanth makes his escape after a struggle with the door. Safely outside, he witnesses the haunting's aftermath through the windows before sending a text for help, ultimately left wondering if his house will ever return to normal in a city where the paranormal is never far off.
(Jayanth's odd encounter(SRCasey):SRCasey)
[Tue Jan 2 2024]
In a cosy drawing room
A perfectly harmonious blend of elegance, comfort and style, this inviting space exudes a sense of sophistication and refinement, creating an atmosphere that is both visually pleasing and welcoming to guests.
The color palette is carefully chosen with soft neutral tones and subtle pops to create a serene and calming ambiance, and the furniture is meticulously arranged, with plush seating options that prioritize comfort without compromising on aesthetics.
The room is adorned with tasteful artwork to add a touch of personality and character to the space, delicate lighting fixtures providing a warm and inviting atmosphere.
The overall design is a perfect balance of classic and contemporary elements, creating a timeless and sophisticated drawing room that is sure to impress.
It is night, about 16F(-8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a last quarter moon.
(A ghost with only fragments of memory that have driven them near insane is attacking your target. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Leaning against the cards table, Jayanth frowns thoughtfully as he texts on his phone inquiring about either a hunt in the forests or a spar.
And there was a faint bit of distortion that Jayanth can see on his smartphone display, the display cutting in and out, brief flicker of electronic glitches seen upon it. And then, from the front door of Jayanth's apartment on this chill night, there lies a knock against the front door.
The knock strikes three times, and then goes to silence.
In fact, beside the knock... everything seemed a little too silent. Was there even the heater going, the small hum that might otherwise underlay everything?
Jayanth frowns at his phone, then glances up at the knock. Straightening to answer the door, Jayanth pauses as he listens to the unnatural silence. Slipping his hand into his jacket to grip the handle of his handgun, he walks to the frontdoor and asks in a quiet tone: "Who is it?" and waits for a beat before repeating in a slightly louder voice: "Who is it?"
Nothing responds to Jayanth. That silence lingers on for a few moments more, and even if Jayanth should look through the peephole on the front door, he would see nothing, hear nothing.
And remember that smartphone?
It starts to ring. But the ring was... off, there was distortion again, the warbling sound of the phone ringer just a little bit... off.
Like the clock on the oven or microwave, flashing as if it needed to reset. But the observant might notice it wasn't flashing like after a power failure, it was just scrolling through many, many numbers as it goes.
Jayanth Blinks at his phone as the screen scrolls through the contacts and numbers "What the...?" frowning he presses a few icons on the phone. Huffing in slight frustration, he wonders aloud: "What happened to this phone now? I don't know anyone who could fix this damn phone..." turning back to the door he steps to one side, one hand still firmly gripping his gun before pulling it open.
And outside, in the cold night air... there was... nothing. No person, no screaming, no attack from outside. Just the passing headlights of a vehicle driving through the far-too-alive woods in the dead of night.
The air mists as it leaves Jayanth's lips. And there was a tingle at the back of his neck. There was something else here, in the apartment with him.
And he might realize it when a paperweight flings itself from a nearby shelf, aimed directly at his head.
And the phone turns itself on speakerphone mode by itself, an incoherent scream bellowing from it.
Hissing in surprise, Jayanth leans his head to one side, avoiding the paperweight by a scant few inches. "What the fuck!" he exclaims before glaring down at the scream from his phone. Glancing around him he swiftly closes the door. Turning on the lights in the foyer he looks around with more care, trying to figure out why he is feeling as if there is another presence in the room with him.
someone might know all the signs of a vengeful spirit in the room with him. The icy sensation, the tingey air of hatred that seemed to color everything. The way that a dripping red 'DIE FRANKLIN' was somehow etched onto the mirror in the room might also be clue enough.
But that would probably lead to the question of who Franklin even was.
Now Jayanth may also know that spirits were beings of memory, and the longer they lived in this world, the more fractured their memory became.
Might just be that Franklin was someone Jayanth only mildly looked like, or someone who lived in this house, or... something else.
A lamp tears itself out from the plug, and is lunged across the room towards Jayanth now.
Seems the place might be haunted.
Jayanth might know all the signs of a vengeful spirit in the room with him. The icy sensation, the tingey air of hatred that seemed to color everything. The way that a dripping red 'DIE FRANKLIN' was somehow etched onto the mirror in the room might also be clue enough.
But that would probably lead to the question of who Franklin even was.
Now Jayanth may also know that spirits were beings of memory, and the longer they lived in this world, the more fractured their memory became.
Might just be that Franklin was someone Jayanth only mildly looked like, or someone who lived in this house, or... something else.
A lamp tears itself out from the plug, and is lunged across the room towards Jayanth now.
Seems the place might be haunted.
Snarling Jayanth leaps out of the way of the lamp and it smashes against the wall. "What the! Who are you?" "Answer me!" he shouts, before pausing to stare at the mirror and the name Franklin on it. "Who is Franklin? I don't understand, what is going on?" "Who are you!" Pausing in his shouting, not even sure if whatever the spirit is can even answer him, Jayanth swiftly walks into the dining room, retrieves a candle and placing it on the ground, lights it with a lighter.
He might see it in the reflection of a window as his eyes dart past it.
A female shape, in a cute party dress, standing as if silouetted in the reflection only. The woman looked reasonably normal for a reflection, although the front of her dress was just soaked with blood and gore, all seeping from a wound in her neck.
If he looks again, that image was gone.
The sound of a phone - you remember those old beeps when you'd press a button on the landlines? That sounds from his phone. On the screen - 2 5 4 2 5 2.
Whether the number sequence makes sense or not, the doors to a cabinet fly open as Jayanth walks by it, the contents of the same - books or worse, fly out towards him, trying to batter the man as he gets that candle set up.
And remember the mirror? All that was written on it now? "DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDI..."
Jayanth Freezes as he straightens from lighting the candle, seing the reflection of the woman in the window for a short second. Blinking he looks back at the window and sees nothing there. "Ok, there must be an explanation for all this." he mutters before he spots the words on the mirror. "Fuck." he swears quietly. "Ok, I need to get someone who knowes what the hell is going on here." he mutters, striding to the door and trying to open it.
The doorknob did not want to turn. Jayanth would have to twist and really *tug* the door open to force the thing open, and it was like there was, well... the strength of an average adult woman leaning against it trying to force the door closed. And owing to Jayanth's fitness and strength, he'd be able to overpower that with a bit of effort.
Where did a knife come from? Probably worked it's way there from the kitchen. A knife spins end over end as it buries itself into the door next to Jayanth's head.
But if he does get through the door, he'd be able to make it outside more or less safely.
Hearing a whistling sound, Jayanth leans his head to one side, bearly avoiding the knife as it sails past him and sticks in the door. Staring at it he blinks in surprised panic before narrowing his eyes in focus he grunts as he twists the door handle and yanks the door open. Crouching to avoid any more surprise projectiles Jayanth tries to dart out of the house.
And Jayanth manages to get out of the house.
And once he is on the street, should he turn back to look at the house, he might see unusual things. Lights turning on and off, and in one of the windows - a dark silouette again. The same woman staring out at him on the street when the lights flicker on. She brings up her hand, resting her palm against the window... the light flickers off, and then back on again.
She was gone, but that red handprint remains.
A few more moments of that chaos, and then slowly the house settles back to normalcy. Maybe the heater kicks on again, the lights stay off, or stay on, as they had been before.
But the house would still be full of scattered items and general untidyness now, too.
Staring at his window for a moment, Jayanth turns to move rappidly over to his motorcycle, trying to text on his phone as he goes: 'Something wierd is happening in the house.' he texts to his contact named denis: 'Items are moving, lights keep turning on and off, and I keep seing a shadowy figure who keeps appearing and disappearing at random.' Hitting send, Jayanth waits for the conformation of the message being delivered.
And there would be no more paranormal activity, and indeed, Jayanth's phone would work to send the message out.
It would even be safe to reenter the house, should he wish to. But would it remain safe?
This was Haven, after all.
That question was always up in the air.
As objects continue to attack him and he dodges a flying lamp, Jayanth spots the name "Franklin" etched on a mirror in blood, and though he is confused by the reference, it only adds to the intensity of the haunting. In an attempt to find a solution, he lights a candle in the dining room, but the spirit's wrath continues unabated. Briefly, Jayanth glimpses a female ghostly figure in party attire, complete with a blood-soaked wound, in a window reflection—though she vanishes upon a second glance. As the situation in the apartment becomes increasingly chaotic, with "DIE" messages on the mirror and more objects launched in his direction, Jayanth makes his escape after a struggle with the door. Safely outside, he witnesses the haunting's aftermath through the windows before sending a text for help, ultimately left wondering if his house will ever return to normal in a city where the paranormal is never far off.
(Jayanth's odd encounter(SRCasey):SRCasey)
[Tue Jan 2 2024]
In a cosy drawing room
A perfectly harmonious blend of elegance, comfort and style, this inviting space exudes a sense of sophistication and refinement, creating an atmosphere that is both visually pleasing and welcoming to guests.
The color palette is carefully chosen with soft neutral tones and subtle pops to create a serene and calming ambiance, and the furniture is meticulously arranged, with plush seating options that prioritize comfort without compromising on aesthetics.
The room is adorned with tasteful artwork to add a touch of personality and character to the space, delicate lighting fixtures providing a warm and inviting atmosphere.
The overall design is a perfect balance of classic and contemporary elements, creating a timeless and sophisticated drawing room that is sure to impress.
It is night, about 16F(-8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a last quarter moon.
(A ghost with only fragments of memory that have driven them near insane is attacking your target. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Leaning against the cards table, Jayanth frowns thoughtfully as he texts on his phone inquiring about either a hunt in the forests or a spar.
And there was a faint bit of distortion that Jayanth can see on his smartphone display, the display cutting in and out, brief flicker of electronic glitches seen upon it. And then, from the front door of Jayanth's apartment on this chill night, there lies a knock against the front door.
The knock strikes three times, and then goes to silence.
In fact, beside the knock... everything seemed a little too silent. Was there even the heater going, the small hum that might otherwise underlay everything?
Jayanth frowns at his phone, then glances up at the knock. Straightening to answer the door, Jayanth pauses as he listens to the unnatural silence. Slipping his hand into his jacket to grip the handle of his handgun, he walks to the frontdoor and asks in a quiet tone: "Who is it?" and waits for a beat before repeating in a slightly louder voice: "Who is it?"
Nothing responds to Jayanth. That silence lingers on for a few moments more, and even if Jayanth should look through the peephole on the front door, he would see nothing, hear nothing.
And remember that smartphone?
It starts to ring. But the ring was... off, there was distortion again, the warbling sound of the phone ringer just a little bit... off.
Like the clock on the oven or microwave, flashing as if it needed to reset. But the observant might notice it wasn't flashing like after a power failure, it was just scrolling through many, many numbers as it goes.
Jayanth Blinks at his phone as the screen scrolls through the contacts and numbers "What the...?" frowning he presses a few icons on the phone. Huffing in slight frustration, he wonders aloud: "What happened to this phone now? I don't know anyone who could fix this damn phone..." turning back to the door he steps to one side, one hand still firmly gripping his gun before pulling it open.
And outside, in the cold night air... there was... nothing. No person, no screaming, no attack from outside. Just the passing headlights of a vehicle driving through the far-too-alive woods in the dead of night.
The air mists as it leaves Jayanth's lips. And there was a tingle at the back of his neck. There was something else here, in the apartment with him.
And he might realize it when a paperweight flings itself from a nearby shelf, aimed directly at his head.
And the phone turns itself on speakerphone mode by itself, an incoherent scream bellowing from it.
Hissing in surprise, Jayanth leans his head to one side, avoiding the paperweight by a scant few inches. "What the fuck!" he exclaims before glaring down at the scream from his phone. Glancing around him he swiftly closes the door. Turning on the lights in the foyer he looks around with more care, trying to figure out why he is feeling as if there is another presence in the room with him.
someone might know all the signs of a vengeful spirit in the room with him. The icy sensation, the tingey air of hatred that seemed to color everything. The way that a dripping red 'DIE FRANKLIN' was somehow etched onto the mirror in the room might also be clue enough.
But that would probably lead to the question of who Franklin even was.
Now Jayanth may also know that spirits were beings of memory, and the longer they lived in this world, the more fractured their memory became.
Might just be that Franklin was someone Jayanth only mildly looked like, or someone who lived in this house, or... something else.
A lamp tears itself out from the plug, and is lunged across the room towards Jayanth now.
Seems the place might be haunted.
Jayanth might know all the signs of a vengeful spirit in the room with him. The icy sensation, the tingey air of hatred that seemed to color everything. The way that a dripping red 'DIE FRANKLIN' was somehow etched onto the mirror in the room might also be clue enough.
But that would probably lead to the question of who Franklin even was.
Now Jayanth may also know that spirits were beings of memory, and the longer they lived in this world, the more fractured their memory became.
Might just be that Franklin was someone Jayanth only mildly looked like, or someone who lived in this house, or... something else.
A lamp tears itself out from the plug, and is lunged across the room towards Jayanth now.
Seems the place might be haunted.
Snarling Jayanth leaps out of the way of the lamp and it smashes against the wall. "What the! Who are you?" "Answer me!" he shouts, before pausing to stare at the mirror and the name Franklin on it. "Who is Franklin? I don't understand, what is going on?" "Who are you!" Pausing in his shouting, not even sure if whatever the spirit is can even answer him, Jayanth swiftly walks into the dining room, retrieves a candle and placing it on the ground, lights it with a lighter.
He might see it in the reflection of a window as his eyes dart past it.
A female shape, in a cute party dress, standing as if silouetted in the reflection only. The woman looked reasonably normal for a reflection, although the front of her dress was just soaked with blood and gore, all seeping from a wound in her neck.
If he looks again, that image was gone.
The sound of a phone - you remember those old beeps when you'd press a button on the landlines? That sounds from his phone. On the screen - 2 5 4 2 5 2.
Whether the number sequence makes sense or not, the doors to a cabinet fly open as Jayanth walks by it, the contents of the same - books or worse, fly out towards him, trying to batter the man as he gets that candle set up.
And remember the mirror? All that was written on it now? "DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDI..."
Jayanth Freezes as he straightens from lighting the candle, seing the reflection of the woman in the window for a short second. Blinking he looks back at the window and sees nothing there. "Ok, there must be an explanation for all this." he mutters before he spots the words on the mirror. "Fuck." he swears quietly. "Ok, I need to get someone who knowes what the hell is going on here." he mutters, striding to the door and trying to open it.
The doorknob did not want to turn. Jayanth would have to twist and really *tug* the door open to force the thing open, and it was like there was, well... the strength of an average adult woman leaning against it trying to force the door closed. And owing to Jayanth's fitness and strength, he'd be able to overpower that with a bit of effort.
Where did a knife come from? Probably worked it's way there from the kitchen. A knife spins end over end as it buries itself into the door next to Jayanth's head.
But if he does get through the door, he'd be able to make it outside more or less safely.
Hearing a whistling sound, Jayanth leans his head to one side, bearly avoiding the knife as it sails past him and sticks in the door. Staring at it he blinks in surprised panic before narrowing his eyes in focus he grunts as he twists the door handle and yanks the door open. Crouching to avoid any more surprise projectiles Jayanth tries to dart out of the house.
And Jayanth manages to get out of the house.
And once he is on the street, should he turn back to look at the house, he might see unusual things. Lights turning on and off, and in one of the windows - a dark silouette again. The same woman staring out at him on the street when the lights flicker on. She brings up her hand, resting her palm against the window... the light flickers off, and then back on again.
She was gone, but that red handprint remains.
A few more moments of that chaos, and then slowly the house settles back to normalcy. Maybe the heater kicks on again, the lights stay off, or stay on, as they had been before.
But the house would still be full of scattered items and general untidyness now, too.
Staring at his window for a moment, Jayanth turns to move rappidly over to his motorcycle, trying to text on his phone as he goes: 'Something wierd is happening in the house.' he texts to his contact named denis: 'Items are moving, lights keep turning on and off, and I keep seing a shadowy figure who keeps appearing and disappearing at random.' Hitting send, Jayanth waits for the conformation of the message being delivered.
And there would be no more paranormal activity, and indeed, Jayanth's phone would work to send the message out.
It would even be safe to reenter the house, should he wish to. But would it remain safe?
This was Haven, after all.
That question was always up in the air.