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Marias Odd Encounter Sr Jodie 250402
In the Delta Delta Delta Sorority room shared by Maria, an unusual and haunting experience unfolds as she deals with a malfunctioning lightbulb, only to be plunged into darkness after the bulb bursts, revealing the outline of a mysterious figure. This unsettling event marks the beginning of a ghostly visitation tied to a grim past involving a summoned spirit hungry for vengeance on young sorority girls. Maria, initially bewildered and terrified by the sudden manifestation and the subsequent vision linking her to a violent rampage against a group of girls, realizes she is entangled with a malevolent spirit revisiting the site of its summoning and subsequent banishment decades ago.
Determined to confront and dispel the dangerous entity, Maria resorts to her knowledge of Latin and ritual incantations, invoking a higher power to bind and ultimately banish the ghost. Despite the spirit's desperate attempts to break free, including physically assaulting Maria with a book, her steadfast recitation of powerful bindings and her appeal to divine intervention culminate in the shadow's permanent eradication. Exhausted yet victorious, Maria collapses, her solitary struggle against the shadowy assailant leaving the room once again safe and silent. Her ordeal underscores not only the dangers of unwittingly inviting malevolent forces but also the potency of faith and resilience in the face of otherworldly aggression.
(Maria's odd encounter(SRJodie):SRJodie)
[Mon Mar 24 2025]
In Room Six in Delta Delta Delta Sorority
This dorm room is a lively tapestry of college life and sisterhood, shared by two girls. On one wall, a DELTA DELTA DELTA tapestry takes center stage, surrounded by candid snapshots brimming with laughter and shared memories. Twin beds, each with plush, patterned bedding, are strategically positioned to maximize the space, their arrangement creating individual nooks of personality and comfort. A whiteboard calendar, bustling with color-coded events and deadlines, hangs near a makeshift vanity that's a collage of cosmetic treasures and strings of fairy lights surrounding a Wal-Mart mirror. Dressers sit at the foot of each bed, covered in stickers.
It is dusk, about 47F(8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
In the waning hours of the day in Haven, Maria messes with a lightbulb in her dorm room trying to get it working. Maintenance could take care of such a thing but that involves letting random men into the room to invade Maria's privacy and any roomates she might have.
The only easy solution is to fix the lightbulb herself. As she turns the bulb into the socket it flickers, pretending that it might come to life. Then again. Then it becomes bright, too bright. Blindingly bright in Maria's face. There is a hum as the energy courses through the lightbulb to make it brighter than it should be
Maria was groaning and clearly not in the mood - the lightbulb she fixed just hours prior seemed to not work again. "Garrgh... Those... Devilish electronics.." She mumbeld under her breath. "I really should have just used candles..." The girl lets out a soft sigh, stepping back from the lightbulb she just fixed - seemingly, bringing hands to her hips and smiling. "This, I think, should work... Prithee.."
She goes to turn on the lights, but it seems to become far more bright than she anticipated. "What the devil-..." The girl brings her hand up, covering her face as her other hand reaches out for the switch in panic. Attempting to turn off the weird arcanic contraption.
Even though Maria flicks the switch off, power still feeds into the lightbulb from somewhere, keeping it bright. Brighter even till the entire room is nearly colorless from the over-saturation of light. This intensity accelerates and rises until the bulb simply can't handle it anymore and it POPs like a flashbang, plunging the room in darkness save for the vague light from the windows and the dimness a person might experience when their eyes have been exposed to too much light and then suddenly not enough.
Within the resulting darkness, there is only the vague outlines of furniture and other features in the room. But something, is out of place to Maria's eyes, the outline of a figure that is larger than her with a masculine build that lingers in the corner of the room. It certainly wasn't there before.
Maria was NOT a girl of technology, she could not figure out for the love of God why the lightbulb was so bright. The flashbang comes as a surprise and blindsides her - she was not used to the lights and sounds of the modern age, sensitive. Now she was in pitch black darkness, with a dizzied mind. "Woe is I..." She softly muses under her breath, getting up to scratch the back of her head.
She looks at the window - at least the light was still pouring in, however little of it was there. That brief relief is short-lived, and she freezes, seeing the figure in the corner of her eyes. Thousand of thoughts pour in her mind at an instant, but experience takes hold over instinct, and she slowly moves a hand into her pocket, lighting up a white wax candle with some incense that she so often uses for meditation, trembling hand slowly reaches out to take it and bring it closer to the outline. Breath stalled, a sweat running down her cheek.
The figure doesn't move while Maria takes the time to recover from the flash and the bang. It still doesn't move when she further takes time to light a candle casting a warm glow across the room. As the light reaches the figure it gives only the faintest details of a man of some kind before the light banishes him from sight. There is only a brief moment of pain on his face as if the light itself has caused him silent pain before extinguishing him.
Left alone, for the moment Maria would find the space unnaturally quiet, there is no hum of the HVAC, no distant thumbing of other girls in the building. No signs of traffic, no bugs. It's a pure unsettling silence.
Maria lets out a quiet yelp as she finally sees the figure. And at that moment, the instinct does take over. As the figure disappears she takes a swing with the candle - and the light goes out again. She is left in deafening, all-consuming silence. And muted darkness, without light which once repelled the figure.
Her breath gets louder, and louder, erratic. The only thing that fills the room with noise. "Who were you!?" She sharply throws her voice into that pitch black darkness, while her hands scout for the lighter within her pockets, the shakes making it difficult to properly grasp at the arcanic implement.
"They are so pretty, so young." A male voice whispers in the darkness, its creepy and has ill intent in it. The voice seems to come from one ear to Maria's right, then another voice..its the same voice comes from her left ear, "They summoned me but did not know that I hunted them."
With this explanation a flash of a vision enters Maria's mind, it's a group of college girls in this very room in a circle around candles. The typical party tricks are in the room, a Ouiji board, some incense, a book of ritualism from the White oak library. They are mid chanting.
Maria witnesses this from the perspective of a hunter, a hunger in her belly is unmistakable. This hunger is for young flesh. She's feeling whatever this creature felt on that night that feels quite long ago.
Maria the lighter is grasped within her hands, and it seems like for a moment, she is about to light the candle up again. But the whisper makes her turn around. She is second guessing herself, making it hard to focus, her heart starts to beat and thud.
And the visions further distract her, as she watches the girls with utter horror. "No, no- nononono..." She looks down at her own belly, her expression growing horrified.
She looks back up, as if attempting to push through with the rest of the vision, attempting to see the end result.
Striking with a flurry, Maria attacks the girls, stabbing at them with shadow. She can't stop herself, she's just a passenger in this village. One girl is pierced through the shoulder with blade of shadow. A scream echos out before being silenced by another stab.
A rush of pleasure fills Maria, as she inflicts bloodshed by her own hand. The girls played with fire by summoning the shadow and now they are being burned.
But all comes to a sudden end as one of the uninjured girls begins chanting a phrase in latin over and over. It restrains Maria and a fear over takes her in the vision. The girl who began the chant stops only to shout at the other girls to help her which they do. The chant, echo'd by the girls is overwhelming and Maria can feel herself slipping away..until she's gone into darkness.
When the light comes again, its Maria looking at herself from the corner of the room she saw the dark figure. This is the next thing the shadow saw. It's Maria and the blood thirst is still on. Finally Maria returns to herself, the vision is over and she's face to face with the shadow in the room. It comes for her, a shadow blade in hand ready to strike at Maria much like it did in the vision to those girls. She would know the shadow intends to harm her, that it's hunger is insatiable.
The visions cause Maria pain, deep within her heart, deep within her soul - if there is such a thing. She knows it is wrong, on a level that is perhaps foundational to her personality. She recognizes that those feelings are not of her own, that it is just a vision, being replayed.
Latin is a language she's familiar with, although time travel had weakened her severely, and took away decades of knowledge she had built up - both of battle and academia, she knows Latin just well enough to recognize the chant, perhaps - she could improve upon it, even?
Returning back to the dark figure, the fear is slowly replaced by the veteran's icy glare. Righteous fire burns in her heart as she feels responsible for the pain this creature had caused, and that it is her responsibility to get rid of it.
She strikes the lighter against the candle, lighting it up as she moves to grab a huge, leatherbound book by her bedside, opening it up on a specific page, and starting to chant in genuine latin, practiced in time where that language was not dead - but actively thriving.
"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the LORD: 'My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.'"
The incantation, merely an introduction to a far longer spell - meant to BIND the ghost in place, not the first time she had dealt with ghost - although not an arcanist proper, she has just enough experience to hopefully get out of this situation alive, the candle is kept close - but rather than making the ghost disappear, the binding spell would cause it to maintain the physical form - unable to escape the brunt of the pain from the light.
A link between Maria and the spirit exist. She simultaneously feels the hunger to murder her and the sudden concern and restraint placed upon it by Maria's incantation. The spirit can be felt pushing against the bindings, seconds and inches away from seriously harming Maria but it just can't quite over come it.
Fear comes through the connection, the same fear that preceded the spirit banishing years ago by the group of girls. It knows it's in trouble. In its panic it influences a book in the room to whip from where it's laying on a nightstand to aim for Maria's head in an attempt to stop her.
Maria was a touch concerned by the link, though it did provide her important information. She can feel the fear in it, and so she continues to chant, realizing that magic she used in the time of the past still works today. "Truly he is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; He is my mighty rock, my refuge."
The book is thrown at her, and she ducks slightly, but it grazes her head with a brunt of the impact, shaking the incantation a little bit, for a moment - weakening the invisible chains that form on the body - if for a moment. Still - she attempts to go through with the next part of the spell, the attempted banishing - there is a hope, perhaps, that she is able to banish it in such a way that will keep it from ever hurting someone else, or if that is even possible - to make a ghost disappear, and hurt no one ever again. "No evil shall befall thee, Nor shall any plague come near thy dwelling; For He shall give His angels charge over thee, To keep thee in all thy ways."
Some sorority girls could not banish the shadow away permanently. At best they sent it away for a few decades only to return to the very same room it was summoned to. Here where Maria is. But Maria isn't a simple sorority girl, she relies on more than just basic ritual magic. She calls on a higher power and that higher power answers by giving her more strength than she should have. There is one last lashing out of anger and panic from the shadow through the link before it's evaporated from existence. A calm over takes the room as sound returns to the scene and Maria knows she is now finally safe and alone.
The righteous, and pious. Maria and her servitude to the Higher Power is rewarded, as it answers her prayers, if with demure and quiet. The ritual concludes itself as with a loud scream the shadow disappears, forever. The calm that follows, and the resuming of the sound around her is a telltale sign that the ghost has been defeated. She falls to her knees however - drained, weakened. She climbs into the bed, and passes out.
Determined to confront and dispel the dangerous entity, Maria resorts to her knowledge of Latin and ritual incantations, invoking a higher power to bind and ultimately banish the ghost. Despite the spirit's desperate attempts to break free, including physically assaulting Maria with a book, her steadfast recitation of powerful bindings and her appeal to divine intervention culminate in the shadow's permanent eradication. Exhausted yet victorious, Maria collapses, her solitary struggle against the shadowy assailant leaving the room once again safe and silent. Her ordeal underscores not only the dangers of unwittingly inviting malevolent forces but also the potency of faith and resilience in the face of otherworldly aggression.
(Maria's odd encounter(SRJodie):SRJodie)
[Mon Mar 24 2025]
In Room Six in Delta Delta Delta Sorority
This dorm room is a lively tapestry of college life and sisterhood, shared by two girls. On one wall, a DELTA DELTA DELTA tapestry takes center stage, surrounded by candid snapshots brimming with laughter and shared memories. Twin beds, each with plush, patterned bedding, are strategically positioned to maximize the space, their arrangement creating individual nooks of personality and comfort. A whiteboard calendar, bustling with color-coded events and deadlines, hangs near a makeshift vanity that's a collage of cosmetic treasures and strings of fairy lights surrounding a Wal-Mart mirror. Dressers sit at the foot of each bed, covered in stickers.
It is dusk, about 47F(8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
In the waning hours of the day in Haven, Maria messes with a lightbulb in her dorm room trying to get it working. Maintenance could take care of such a thing but that involves letting random men into the room to invade Maria's privacy and any roomates she might have.
The only easy solution is to fix the lightbulb herself. As she turns the bulb into the socket it flickers, pretending that it might come to life. Then again. Then it becomes bright, too bright. Blindingly bright in Maria's face. There is a hum as the energy courses through the lightbulb to make it brighter than it should be
Maria was groaning and clearly not in the mood - the lightbulb she fixed just hours prior seemed to not work again. "Garrgh... Those... Devilish electronics.." She mumbeld under her breath. "I really should have just used candles..." The girl lets out a soft sigh, stepping back from the lightbulb she just fixed - seemingly, bringing hands to her hips and smiling. "This, I think, should work... Prithee.."
She goes to turn on the lights, but it seems to become far more bright than she anticipated. "What the devil-..." The girl brings her hand up, covering her face as her other hand reaches out for the switch in panic. Attempting to turn off the weird arcanic contraption.
Even though Maria flicks the switch off, power still feeds into the lightbulb from somewhere, keeping it bright. Brighter even till the entire room is nearly colorless from the over-saturation of light. This intensity accelerates and rises until the bulb simply can't handle it anymore and it POPs like a flashbang, plunging the room in darkness save for the vague light from the windows and the dimness a person might experience when their eyes have been exposed to too much light and then suddenly not enough.
Within the resulting darkness, there is only the vague outlines of furniture and other features in the room. But something, is out of place to Maria's eyes, the outline of a figure that is larger than her with a masculine build that lingers in the corner of the room. It certainly wasn't there before.
Maria was NOT a girl of technology, she could not figure out for the love of God why the lightbulb was so bright. The flashbang comes as a surprise and blindsides her - she was not used to the lights and sounds of the modern age, sensitive. Now she was in pitch black darkness, with a dizzied mind. "Woe is I..." She softly muses under her breath, getting up to scratch the back of her head.
She looks at the window - at least the light was still pouring in, however little of it was there. That brief relief is short-lived, and she freezes, seeing the figure in the corner of her eyes. Thousand of thoughts pour in her mind at an instant, but experience takes hold over instinct, and she slowly moves a hand into her pocket, lighting up a white wax candle with some incense that she so often uses for meditation, trembling hand slowly reaches out to take it and bring it closer to the outline. Breath stalled, a sweat running down her cheek.
The figure doesn't move while Maria takes the time to recover from the flash and the bang. It still doesn't move when she further takes time to light a candle casting a warm glow across the room. As the light reaches the figure it gives only the faintest details of a man of some kind before the light banishes him from sight. There is only a brief moment of pain on his face as if the light itself has caused him silent pain before extinguishing him.
Left alone, for the moment Maria would find the space unnaturally quiet, there is no hum of the HVAC, no distant thumbing of other girls in the building. No signs of traffic, no bugs. It's a pure unsettling silence.
Maria lets out a quiet yelp as she finally sees the figure. And at that moment, the instinct does take over. As the figure disappears she takes a swing with the candle - and the light goes out again. She is left in deafening, all-consuming silence. And muted darkness, without light which once repelled the figure.
Her breath gets louder, and louder, erratic. The only thing that fills the room with noise. "Who were you!?" She sharply throws her voice into that pitch black darkness, while her hands scout for the lighter within her pockets, the shakes making it difficult to properly grasp at the arcanic implement.
"They are so pretty, so young." A male voice whispers in the darkness, its creepy and has ill intent in it. The voice seems to come from one ear to Maria's right, then another voice..its the same voice comes from her left ear, "They summoned me but did not know that I hunted them."
With this explanation a flash of a vision enters Maria's mind, it's a group of college girls in this very room in a circle around candles. The typical party tricks are in the room, a Ouiji board, some incense, a book of ritualism from the White oak library. They are mid chanting.
Maria witnesses this from the perspective of a hunter, a hunger in her belly is unmistakable. This hunger is for young flesh. She's feeling whatever this creature felt on that night that feels quite long ago.
Maria the lighter is grasped within her hands, and it seems like for a moment, she is about to light the candle up again. But the whisper makes her turn around. She is second guessing herself, making it hard to focus, her heart starts to beat and thud.
And the visions further distract her, as she watches the girls with utter horror. "No, no- nononono..." She looks down at her own belly, her expression growing horrified.
She looks back up, as if attempting to push through with the rest of the vision, attempting to see the end result.
Striking with a flurry, Maria attacks the girls, stabbing at them with shadow. She can't stop herself, she's just a passenger in this village. One girl is pierced through the shoulder with blade of shadow. A scream echos out before being silenced by another stab.
A rush of pleasure fills Maria, as she inflicts bloodshed by her own hand. The girls played with fire by summoning the shadow and now they are being burned.
But all comes to a sudden end as one of the uninjured girls begins chanting a phrase in latin over and over. It restrains Maria and a fear over takes her in the vision. The girl who began the chant stops only to shout at the other girls to help her which they do. The chant, echo'd by the girls is overwhelming and Maria can feel herself slipping away..until she's gone into darkness.
When the light comes again, its Maria looking at herself from the corner of the room she saw the dark figure. This is the next thing the shadow saw. It's Maria and the blood thirst is still on. Finally Maria returns to herself, the vision is over and she's face to face with the shadow in the room. It comes for her, a shadow blade in hand ready to strike at Maria much like it did in the vision to those girls. She would know the shadow intends to harm her, that it's hunger is insatiable.
The visions cause Maria pain, deep within her heart, deep within her soul - if there is such a thing. She knows it is wrong, on a level that is perhaps foundational to her personality. She recognizes that those feelings are not of her own, that it is just a vision, being replayed.
Latin is a language she's familiar with, although time travel had weakened her severely, and took away decades of knowledge she had built up - both of battle and academia, she knows Latin just well enough to recognize the chant, perhaps - she could improve upon it, even?
Returning back to the dark figure, the fear is slowly replaced by the veteran's icy glare. Righteous fire burns in her heart as she feels responsible for the pain this creature had caused, and that it is her responsibility to get rid of it.
She strikes the lighter against the candle, lighting it up as she moves to grab a huge, leatherbound book by her bedside, opening it up on a specific page, and starting to chant in genuine latin, practiced in time where that language was not dead - but actively thriving.
"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the LORD: 'My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.'"
The incantation, merely an introduction to a far longer spell - meant to BIND the ghost in place, not the first time she had dealt with ghost - although not an arcanist proper, she has just enough experience to hopefully get out of this situation alive, the candle is kept close - but rather than making the ghost disappear, the binding spell would cause it to maintain the physical form - unable to escape the brunt of the pain from the light.
A link between Maria and the spirit exist. She simultaneously feels the hunger to murder her and the sudden concern and restraint placed upon it by Maria's incantation. The spirit can be felt pushing against the bindings, seconds and inches away from seriously harming Maria but it just can't quite over come it.
Fear comes through the connection, the same fear that preceded the spirit banishing years ago by the group of girls. It knows it's in trouble. In its panic it influences a book in the room to whip from where it's laying on a nightstand to aim for Maria's head in an attempt to stop her.
Maria was a touch concerned by the link, though it did provide her important information. She can feel the fear in it, and so she continues to chant, realizing that magic she used in the time of the past still works today. "Truly he is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; He is my mighty rock, my refuge."
The book is thrown at her, and she ducks slightly, but it grazes her head with a brunt of the impact, shaking the incantation a little bit, for a moment - weakening the invisible chains that form on the body - if for a moment. Still - she attempts to go through with the next part of the spell, the attempted banishing - there is a hope, perhaps, that she is able to banish it in such a way that will keep it from ever hurting someone else, or if that is even possible - to make a ghost disappear, and hurt no one ever again. "No evil shall befall thee, Nor shall any plague come near thy dwelling; For He shall give His angels charge over thee, To keep thee in all thy ways."
Some sorority girls could not banish the shadow away permanently. At best they sent it away for a few decades only to return to the very same room it was summoned to. Here where Maria is. But Maria isn't a simple sorority girl, she relies on more than just basic ritual magic. She calls on a higher power and that higher power answers by giving her more strength than she should have. There is one last lashing out of anger and panic from the shadow through the link before it's evaporated from existence. A calm over takes the room as sound returns to the scene and Maria knows she is now finally safe and alone.
The righteous, and pious. Maria and her servitude to the Higher Power is rewarded, as it answers her prayers, if with demure and quiet. The ritual concludes itself as with a loud scream the shadow disappears, forever. The calm that follows, and the resuming of the sound around her is a telltale sign that the ghost has been defeated. She falls to her knees however - drained, weakened. She climbs into the bed, and passes out.