HOUSE OF THE WICKED -semi creepypasta rp- Welcome, friend, to the town of lost souls and banished magic. Here in Winterbrook, we do our best to do deny one truth; they're coming. They're coming for us. The spirits from the top of the hill; the one they call the house of the wicked. Some say it's haunted, others deny it's existence, but no one can explain the mysterious disappearance of 7 boys and 7 girls at the end of each winter. Some say it appeases the spirits; others think it's for the government to conduct experiments on. I'm the only one in the know. The spirits search the town each winter, finding any children with magic. No adults in this town have magic, they all get snapped up; but the gene still hangs eerily in the air. Escape it one year, get chosen the next. Having magic is like a death sentence. Why? Because of She who must not be Spoken. Of course, we could, but reciting her name summons her, and she could listen to everything we said. We don't want that, do we? This is her name... -you are handed a piece of paper. it only reads: weeping willow- "That doesn't sound too bad?" You say, questioningly. Ah, naive one, you wouldn't know.. I only do, as I am a spirit. Snatched up at a mere 14.The house on the hill is real, alright. It's torture in there. No one knows who chooses the extra kids if there aren't enough with magic, but there's no hiding it if you do. Most no magic kids survive a day in the house on the hill... It's like hide and seek. No sleep. You get 12 hours of day for every 24 hours of night. The spirits- some, anyway, will converse with you during the day, maybe even befriend you. You can sleep during the day, but not the night. Every night, one kid has to go. Unless you know the tactic.. Look at the shadows once, flick your eyes away. They'll follow your gaze. Look at the amber eyes in the shadows three times; for a second each, then close your eyes, and stay there. You can have a candle, but it'll burn out within the first hour. Once you've closed your eyes, keep it that way, and you'll be safe for the night. DON'T eat the meat in the cooker.. It'll be whoever just got taken. If the spirits don't get you; the screams will. they haunt you, drive you to insanity. The magic gene is a curse, not a blessing.
