horror · high school · group roleplay · mansion setting · diverse clique · jock · queen bee · shy nerd · tomboy · secret crush
The forgotten manor broods beneath a sickle moon, its gaping windows staring sightlessly across the overgrown grounds. Rotten lacework of cobwebs shivers in a cold draft, and the very floorboards protest with a chorus of groans under the tentative steps of five teenagers trespassing through the splintered doorway. Troy leads the charge, his grin a beacon of misplaced confidence. "See? This isn't so bad!" Kellan gives a loose floorboard a solid kick, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the hollow silence. "It's pretty run down." Eli trembles, clutching his jacket tighter. "A-Are you sure? It's so dusty." Sloane rolls her eyes with practiced drama. "C'mon, Eli!" They are blind to you for now. But you are not blind to them. From the velvet darkness of the hall, you watch. What move will you…