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Madelines Odd Encounter Sr Kah 250107
In the small, usually serene clinic nestled in the heart of Haven, an invasive cold sweeps through, marking the arrival of a hostile spirit. As the sun lowers, casting the town in deep shadows, Madeline, the nurse on duty, finds herself enveloped in an inexplicable chill that matches the outdoor winter harshness despite the indoors setting. The spirit, seeking warmth and driven by malice, makes its ominous presence known through unsettling phenomena - doors creaking, lights flickering, and frost forming on windows in the dead of summer. An eerie whisper cuts through the silence, targeting Madeline directly, signaling the beginning of a direct and personal confrontation that transcends the physical realm.
This malevolent entity wastes no time in manifesting its sinister intentions. Madeline experiences a loss of control over her limbs, a terrifying symbol of the spirit’s invasive strength. Her own body betrays her under the spirit's command, leading to a surreal moment where she slaps herself, a stark manifestation of the spirit's malicious grip. Despite the fear and the feeling of violation, Madeline summons her willpower in defiance of the entity's demands for her warmth. In a tense mental battle, she focuses all her energy on expelling the spirit, risking her safety as she nearly gets compelled to harm herself with medical equipment. The climax of this silent, unseen struggle culminates in Madeline's victory as she reclaims control, the spirit's presence fading away along with the unnerving cold. Left standing with a scalpel in hand, Madeline is acutely aware of the danger she just averted. She decides to keep the ordeal to herself, knowing that divulging such a close brush with death might result in her being under unwelcome scrutiny, possibly jeopardizing her position at the clinic.
(Madeline's odd encounter(SRKah):SRKah)
[Mon Jan 6 2025]
In the nurse's office
A warm, inviting atmosphere is fostered here by the soft, diffused lighting and the gentle hum of medical equipment that create a comforting backdrop for patients seeking solace and guidance. Neatly organized cabinets and shelves line the walls, offering a plethora of medical supplies and informational pamphlets that reflect the Institute's dedication to comprehensive patient care and well-being. The soothing earth tones of the decor and the plush, upholstered chairs contribute to a comforting environment.
It is afternoon, about 21F(-6C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing outside.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Madeline is at her desk in the clinic's nurses office, dutifully filing paperwork, going over patient charts, etc. She takes a look up at the clock, counting down the minutes to the end of her shift.
As the sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the small town of Haven, just south of Boston. It is mid to late afternoon, a time when the bustling energy of the day begins to give way to the calm of the evening. The streets are quiet, with only the occasional car passing by and the distant sound of children playing echoing through the neighborhood. Inside the modest clinic nestled within the heart of Haven, the usually warm and inviting atmosphere takes on a peculiar chill. The walls, adorned with cheerful posters and photographs, seem to fade into shadow as the temperature inexplicably drops. The once soothing hum of the overhead lights grows faint, replaced by an eerie silence that settles heavily in the air. The spirit, an entity long forgotten by the living, begins to stir. Its presence is marked by a sudden and unnatural drop in temperature, a coldness that seeps into every corner of the clinic. From the depths of the shadows, a faint, almost imperceptible movement can be seena dark, swirling mist slowly taking shape.
The atmosphere grows thick with an unexplainable tension, as if the very air is holding its breath. An uneasy stillness settles over the room, interrupted only by the occasional creak of the floorboards as if the building itself is reacting to the spirit's presence. The once familiar surroundings now feel foreign and foreboding. The spirit's energy begins to coalesce, its form becoming more distinct. It hovers just above the floor, a swirling vortex of darkness and cold. The faint outline of a face appears within the mist, its features twisted in anger and despair. The spirit's malevolent intent is palpable, a force that seems to reach out and permeate the very walls of the clinic. Continuing its descent, the sun casts long, creeping shadows across Haven, the spirit grows stronger. It moves with purpose, drifting through the clinic like a dark cloud, its malevolent energy seeking out the perfect host. The search has begun, and it will not be denied.
Through the corridors, once filled with the comforting sounds of care and healing, now echo with the faint whispers of the spirit. Doors creak open and shut on their own, and the lights flicker sporadically, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The temperature continues to drop, and a thin layer of frost begins to form on the windows, an unnatural occurrence in the midst of summer. The spirit, driven by years of pent-up rage and frustration, explores every corner of the clinic. It brushes past medical charts and equipment, leaving a trail of icy condensation in its wake. The air grows heavier, and the oppressive silence is occasionally broken by the distant sound of faint, ghostly moans.
In one of the treatment rooms, a mirror fogs up, and the mist begins to write something on the glass; a warning or perhaps a plea. The message is barely legible, but the intent is clear: the spirit is angry. As the sun dips lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across Haven, the spirit's presence becomes undeniable. The once-peaceful clinic is now a battleground between the living and the supernatural, and the townsfolk remain blissfully unaware of the growing danger within their midst. The spirit's search for a host intensifies, its energy crackling with desperation and anger. The once-warm clinic, now transformed into a chilling, haunted space, is open hunting grounds for this malevolent creature. Eventually, it will begin to sense the essence and warm energy of Madeline ... floating it's way toward the clinic's nurses offices. As it grows closer, that cold that's been seeping throughout the offices here in the Clinic will grow more substantial, more noticeable when Madeline lets loose an absent breath ... and find it pluming out like she was standing outside!
Madeline shivers unexpectedly as she notices the temperature drop suddenly. Brushing her arms for warmth, she gets up out of her chair to check the thermostat, and notices that it just about matches the temperature outside. "There's no way..." She muses to herself. The hairs on the back of her neck prick up as a feeling of unease begins to coil up from her belly. She reaches to grab her coat, donning it before reaching for the door knob to leave the nurses office.
Inklings of research and semi-forgotten information stirs through Madeline's mind as they stand up to check the thermostat. Seeing it, it is definitely something strange - the temperature reads as cold as outside, freezing! But it's SET to whatever it's always been set to for Madeline's office so the central heating isn't broken that's for sure. Moving to leave the office, she'll suddenly get a VERY COLD feeling that runs through her, like she's just walked through a cloud of ice! That cold seems to settle into her bones, settle into her entire body. Then ... she can hear something. Like a whisper in the very depth of her ears - but nobody's talking. As she continues to walk that cold seems to follow her. No matter where Madeline goes she can't seem to find a place that's warm. The lab coat helps, but it's not enough. It feels like she's standing in a walk-in fridge.
Some Inklings of research and semi-forgotten information stirs through Madeline's mind as they stand up to check the thermostat. Seeing it, it is definitely something strange - the temperature reads as cold as outside, freezing! But it's SET to whatever it's always been set to for Madeline's office so the central heating isn't broken that's for sure. Moving to leave the office, she'll suddenly get a VERY COLD feeling that runs through her, like she's just walked through a cloud of ice! That cold seems to settle into her bones, settle into her entire body. Then ... she can hear something. Like a whisper in the very depth of her ears - but nobody's talking. As she continues to walk that cold seems to follow her. No matter where Madeline goes she can't seem to find a place that's warm. The lab coat helps, but it's not enough. It feels like she's standing in a walk-in fridge. "coold ...." comes a whisper. [FIX]
Madeline arches her eyebrow, as the cold and that eerie whisper set her teeth on edge. It's not the first time she's encountered an entity like this, but the malice is certainly something new. The dead silence in the hallway, save for that whisper reinforces the uneasiness already growing inside her. She cautiously makes her way down the hallway, in an attempt to find an exit before whatever is lingering here finds her.
Unfortunately for Madeline, this entity has already found her. And it's seeped it's way inside of her. The first true sign comes when as she continues walking down the hallway, suddenly she'll find her leg just stops. The sudden inability to control her own leg causes Madeline to stumble forward a little bit before catching her balance. It's almost as if her foot's been glued to the floor, but it's more than that. She can feel the limb but she can't make it do anything. Several tries will come and go before she can make her leg finally continue to take its next step. That cold continues to linger around her, and the whisper doesn't abate either. "Give me your warmth. It's COLD" that whisper bemoans, still grating into the backs of the womans' ears like nails on the chalkboard. Again one of her limbs comes to a stop, refusing to ackknowledge her mental commands - an arm this time. Her hand reaches up ... and slaps Madeline in the face with a loud fleshy SLAP! It's surreal, being attacked by one's own hand but it seems that this spirit not only has a malicious intent against the victim it's found in Madeline but it's possessed a portion of her body now!
"Ow!" Madeline cries out as the entity forces her to slap herself. A rush of emotions run through her mind, frustration, anger, fear, a sense of violation as whatever entity this is attempts to override her mental faculties. "No..." She tells the entity, a twinge of anger and defiance in her voice. "There is no warmth for you here!" She struggles against it's control, a ridiculous sight for anyone who might happen upon her in the middle of the clinic hallway. She relies completely on her own willpower at this point, hoping it is enough to shake this thing out of her.
Willpower is definitely something needed. As Madeline pushes her mental strength against that entity that's possessing her she can feel ... a certain something that she pushes against, and pushes back. She can feel it kind of like trying to step through a membrane or push through a sheet of rubber. "Then I'll take it!"
[FIX] Willpower is definitely something needed. As Madeline pushes her mental strength against that entity that's possessing her she can feel ... a certain something that she pushes against, and pushes back. She can feel it kind of like trying to step through a membrane or push through a sheet of rubber. "Then I'll take it!" that voice calls out, sounding more than a whisper now. As the battle of wills continues, Madeline will look silly indeed standing there and kind of shuddering or jittering back and forth but she seems to be on the winning side of the see-saw that happens inside of her mind. A few more pushes, and she might be able to escape - long enough to get to more protected areas of the Institute grounds anyway! All she has to do is push herself a little further. While her mind is set to pushing the spirit out, she has almost no control over his physical body whatsoever, and like a passanger behind her own eyes she'll see her body start moving. Walking toward wherever her mind says the nearest supply of medical equipment is. Whatever it wants, it can't be good. Madeline can still feel that malicious anger flowing through.
Madeline closes her eyes, gritting her teeth as she stops struggling physically, and focuses more on her mental faculties. "You'll take nothing spirit, get out of me!" She demands, concentrating intently on the invasive presence, again once more opting to brute force the spirit out of her mind.
Focusing all of her mind now onto the ejection of the spirit, Madeline doesn't even see what's going now. It's as if she's closed her eyes and put all of her concentration on this one thing. The words come spoken into her mind even if they don't come from her mouth and she can feel a strong resistance against her mind. A struggle, again like pushing against rubber but Madeline can feel that resistance stretching thinning and beginning to give in to the clawed forceful nature that she uses to push the spirit from her mind and soul and body. Suddenly, she can feel herself again! The warmth running through her limbs,the air circulating around the hallways. Blinking, she'll find herself standing in front of a supply cabinet, with a fresh scalpal in her hand. The sterile packaging it came in is clutched in her other and her eyes simply stare at that stainless steel razor blade knife. Who knows what might have happened if she'd taken only a few more moments to re-gain control? As it is, that extra sense of coldness seems to be dissipating slowly and washing itself away. The temperature here in this part of the clinic is as normal as it ever was .. and for all intents and purpose so is everything else. Only the now gone spirit, and Madeline may ever know how close she came to plunging that scalpal into her own neck. She probably knows it's wiser to keep it to herself afterall ... the Doctors here might want to keep her for long-term observation if she doesn't.
This malevolent entity wastes no time in manifesting its sinister intentions. Madeline experiences a loss of control over her limbs, a terrifying symbol of the spirit’s invasive strength. Her own body betrays her under the spirit's command, leading to a surreal moment where she slaps herself, a stark manifestation of the spirit's malicious grip. Despite the fear and the feeling of violation, Madeline summons her willpower in defiance of the entity's demands for her warmth. In a tense mental battle, she focuses all her energy on expelling the spirit, risking her safety as she nearly gets compelled to harm herself with medical equipment. The climax of this silent, unseen struggle culminates in Madeline's victory as she reclaims control, the spirit's presence fading away along with the unnerving cold. Left standing with a scalpel in hand, Madeline is acutely aware of the danger she just averted. She decides to keep the ordeal to herself, knowing that divulging such a close brush with death might result in her being under unwelcome scrutiny, possibly jeopardizing her position at the clinic.
(Madeline's odd encounter(SRKah):SRKah)
[Mon Jan 6 2025]
In the nurse's office
A warm, inviting atmosphere is fostered here by the soft, diffused lighting and the gentle hum of medical equipment that create a comforting backdrop for patients seeking solace and guidance. Neatly organized cabinets and shelves line the walls, offering a plethora of medical supplies and informational pamphlets that reflect the Institute's dedication to comprehensive patient care and well-being. The soothing earth tones of the decor and the plush, upholstered chairs contribute to a comforting environment.
It is afternoon, about 21F(-6C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing outside.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Madeline is at her desk in the clinic's nurses office, dutifully filing paperwork, going over patient charts, etc. She takes a look up at the clock, counting down the minutes to the end of her shift.
As the sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the small town of Haven, just south of Boston. It is mid to late afternoon, a time when the bustling energy of the day begins to give way to the calm of the evening. The streets are quiet, with only the occasional car passing by and the distant sound of children playing echoing through the neighborhood. Inside the modest clinic nestled within the heart of Haven, the usually warm and inviting atmosphere takes on a peculiar chill. The walls, adorned with cheerful posters and photographs, seem to fade into shadow as the temperature inexplicably drops. The once soothing hum of the overhead lights grows faint, replaced by an eerie silence that settles heavily in the air. The spirit, an entity long forgotten by the living, begins to stir. Its presence is marked by a sudden and unnatural drop in temperature, a coldness that seeps into every corner of the clinic. From the depths of the shadows, a faint, almost imperceptible movement can be seena dark, swirling mist slowly taking shape.
The atmosphere grows thick with an unexplainable tension, as if the very air is holding its breath. An uneasy stillness settles over the room, interrupted only by the occasional creak of the floorboards as if the building itself is reacting to the spirit's presence. The once familiar surroundings now feel foreign and foreboding. The spirit's energy begins to coalesce, its form becoming more distinct. It hovers just above the floor, a swirling vortex of darkness and cold. The faint outline of a face appears within the mist, its features twisted in anger and despair. The spirit's malevolent intent is palpable, a force that seems to reach out and permeate the very walls of the clinic. Continuing its descent, the sun casts long, creeping shadows across Haven, the spirit grows stronger. It moves with purpose, drifting through the clinic like a dark cloud, its malevolent energy seeking out the perfect host. The search has begun, and it will not be denied.
Through the corridors, once filled with the comforting sounds of care and healing, now echo with the faint whispers of the spirit. Doors creak open and shut on their own, and the lights flicker sporadically, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The temperature continues to drop, and a thin layer of frost begins to form on the windows, an unnatural occurrence in the midst of summer. The spirit, driven by years of pent-up rage and frustration, explores every corner of the clinic. It brushes past medical charts and equipment, leaving a trail of icy condensation in its wake. The air grows heavier, and the oppressive silence is occasionally broken by the distant sound of faint, ghostly moans.
In one of the treatment rooms, a mirror fogs up, and the mist begins to write something on the glass; a warning or perhaps a plea. The message is barely legible, but the intent is clear: the spirit is angry. As the sun dips lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across Haven, the spirit's presence becomes undeniable. The once-peaceful clinic is now a battleground between the living and the supernatural, and the townsfolk remain blissfully unaware of the growing danger within their midst. The spirit's search for a host intensifies, its energy crackling with desperation and anger. The once-warm clinic, now transformed into a chilling, haunted space, is open hunting grounds for this malevolent creature. Eventually, it will begin to sense the essence and warm energy of Madeline ... floating it's way toward the clinic's nurses offices. As it grows closer, that cold that's been seeping throughout the offices here in the Clinic will grow more substantial, more noticeable when Madeline lets loose an absent breath ... and find it pluming out like she was standing outside!
Madeline shivers unexpectedly as she notices the temperature drop suddenly. Brushing her arms for warmth, she gets up out of her chair to check the thermostat, and notices that it just about matches the temperature outside. "There's no way..." She muses to herself. The hairs on the back of her neck prick up as a feeling of unease begins to coil up from her belly. She reaches to grab her coat, donning it before reaching for the door knob to leave the nurses office.
Inklings of research and semi-forgotten information stirs through Madeline's mind as they stand up to check the thermostat. Seeing it, it is definitely something strange - the temperature reads as cold as outside, freezing! But it's SET to whatever it's always been set to for Madeline's office so the central heating isn't broken that's for sure. Moving to leave the office, she'll suddenly get a VERY COLD feeling that runs through her, like she's just walked through a cloud of ice! That cold seems to settle into her bones, settle into her entire body. Then ... she can hear something. Like a whisper in the very depth of her ears - but nobody's talking. As she continues to walk that cold seems to follow her. No matter where Madeline goes she can't seem to find a place that's warm. The lab coat helps, but it's not enough. It feels like she's standing in a walk-in fridge.
Some Inklings of research and semi-forgotten information stirs through Madeline's mind as they stand up to check the thermostat. Seeing it, it is definitely something strange - the temperature reads as cold as outside, freezing! But it's SET to whatever it's always been set to for Madeline's office so the central heating isn't broken that's for sure. Moving to leave the office, she'll suddenly get a VERY COLD feeling that runs through her, like she's just walked through a cloud of ice! That cold seems to settle into her bones, settle into her entire body. Then ... she can hear something. Like a whisper in the very depth of her ears - but nobody's talking. As she continues to walk that cold seems to follow her. No matter where Madeline goes she can't seem to find a place that's warm. The lab coat helps, but it's not enough. It feels like she's standing in a walk-in fridge. "coold ...." comes a whisper. [FIX]
Madeline arches her eyebrow, as the cold and that eerie whisper set her teeth on edge. It's not the first time she's encountered an entity like this, but the malice is certainly something new. The dead silence in the hallway, save for that whisper reinforces the uneasiness already growing inside her. She cautiously makes her way down the hallway, in an attempt to find an exit before whatever is lingering here finds her.
Unfortunately for Madeline, this entity has already found her. And it's seeped it's way inside of her. The first true sign comes when as she continues walking down the hallway, suddenly she'll find her leg just stops. The sudden inability to control her own leg causes Madeline to stumble forward a little bit before catching her balance. It's almost as if her foot's been glued to the floor, but it's more than that. She can feel the limb but she can't make it do anything. Several tries will come and go before she can make her leg finally continue to take its next step. That cold continues to linger around her, and the whisper doesn't abate either. "Give me your warmth. It's COLD" that whisper bemoans, still grating into the backs of the womans' ears like nails on the chalkboard. Again one of her limbs comes to a stop, refusing to ackknowledge her mental commands - an arm this time. Her hand reaches up ... and slaps Madeline in the face with a loud fleshy SLAP! It's surreal, being attacked by one's own hand but it seems that this spirit not only has a malicious intent against the victim it's found in Madeline but it's possessed a portion of her body now!
"Ow!" Madeline cries out as the entity forces her to slap herself. A rush of emotions run through her mind, frustration, anger, fear, a sense of violation as whatever entity this is attempts to override her mental faculties. "No..." She tells the entity, a twinge of anger and defiance in her voice. "There is no warmth for you here!" She struggles against it's control, a ridiculous sight for anyone who might happen upon her in the middle of the clinic hallway. She relies completely on her own willpower at this point, hoping it is enough to shake this thing out of her.
Willpower is definitely something needed. As Madeline pushes her mental strength against that entity that's possessing her she can feel ... a certain something that she pushes against, and pushes back. She can feel it kind of like trying to step through a membrane or push through a sheet of rubber. "Then I'll take it!"
[FIX] Willpower is definitely something needed. As Madeline pushes her mental strength against that entity that's possessing her she can feel ... a certain something that she pushes against, and pushes back. She can feel it kind of like trying to step through a membrane or push through a sheet of rubber. "Then I'll take it!" that voice calls out, sounding more than a whisper now. As the battle of wills continues, Madeline will look silly indeed standing there and kind of shuddering or jittering back and forth but she seems to be on the winning side of the see-saw that happens inside of her mind. A few more pushes, and she might be able to escape - long enough to get to more protected areas of the Institute grounds anyway! All she has to do is push herself a little further. While her mind is set to pushing the spirit out, she has almost no control over his physical body whatsoever, and like a passanger behind her own eyes she'll see her body start moving. Walking toward wherever her mind says the nearest supply of medical equipment is. Whatever it wants, it can't be good. Madeline can still feel that malicious anger flowing through.
Madeline closes her eyes, gritting her teeth as she stops struggling physically, and focuses more on her mental faculties. "You'll take nothing spirit, get out of me!" She demands, concentrating intently on the invasive presence, again once more opting to brute force the spirit out of her mind.
Focusing all of her mind now onto the ejection of the spirit, Madeline doesn't even see what's going now. It's as if she's closed her eyes and put all of her concentration on this one thing. The words come spoken into her mind even if they don't come from her mouth and she can feel a strong resistance against her mind. A struggle, again like pushing against rubber but Madeline can feel that resistance stretching thinning and beginning to give in to the clawed forceful nature that she uses to push the spirit from her mind and soul and body. Suddenly, she can feel herself again! The warmth running through her limbs,the air circulating around the hallways. Blinking, she'll find herself standing in front of a supply cabinet, with a fresh scalpal in her hand. The sterile packaging it came in is clutched in her other and her eyes simply stare at that stainless steel razor blade knife. Who knows what might have happened if she'd taken only a few more moments to re-gain control? As it is, that extra sense of coldness seems to be dissipating slowly and washing itself away. The temperature here in this part of the clinic is as normal as it ever was .. and for all intents and purpose so is everything else. Only the now gone spirit, and Madeline may ever know how close she came to plunging that scalpal into her own neck. She probably knows it's wiser to keep it to herself afterall ... the Doctors here might want to keep her for long-term observation if she doesn't.