What was once an unassuming mansion in Salem, Oregon, had become the center of a supernatural phenomenon unlike any before recorded.

The mansion had remained empty for nearly 200 years before a man appeared as if from thin air and purchased it. A man who should not be walking this earth. A man named Quentin Haus.

If that weren't enough, on April 1st, 2014, a series of increasingly strange events began that until now have been kept secret. Until now indeed. Take note, this story began with a gathering of the most unlikely of guests for what Quentin Haus labeled the most important dinner in the history of mankind, organized not by him, but through divine intervention.

It was a dinner unlike any other, and Quentin was quite excited to greet his guests. Guests who weren't quite sure how they arrived nor how Quentin came to expect them.

It was to be a dinner... yet it was not to be; for on that night, at this dinner, none of the guests were what they seemed. After all, many of them should have been six feet beneath the earth at the time. Incredibly, the return of the dead was to be the least extraordinary event of the evening.

Just before Quentin's grand dinner began, the lights of the mansion went out, and with that the first victim of the infamous bloodbath at Castle Quentin was claimed. As the night drew on, so too did the murders, as it would seem Quentin hadn't been paying his bills; or perhaps this was indeed divine intervention. The guests became increasingly bloodthirsty, killing off their own in crude ritualistic lynchings. If this weren't enough, the bodies continued to pile up during the blackouts as well, with various factions out to achieve their own sinister goals.

Out of these factions, one served a great purpose. One fulfilled the prophecy. The prophecy of Ishanru. A mysterious entity who had been responsible for bringing the guests together and for using Quentin as his pawn to do so. Quentin failed in serving Ishanru, and was accused of treacherous affairs, banished by Ishanru to the third layer of Hell.

Ishanru had chosen another to fulfill his great design. This man was The Mad King, and he and his fellow disciples were left in the courtyard of the castle as it fell to ruin, having served its purpose. And so they waited. And waited. And waited. For some new purpose to serve.

For Spooky Hill.

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The bells rang. The Mad King’s eyes were a blood red. He needn’t the bells to be awoken, for he had not slept in what felt like a century now.

Munchma Quchi, Tupac, and Lucy Haus sat around a table of stone in the courtyard. They had never left Castle Quentin. They only waited. The Mad King approached and took his seat at the head of the table, twiddling his thumbs and looking over his fellow disciples.

“The fuck does Ishanru say now nigga?” Tupac asked. The Mad King sat in silence. Tupac finally slammed his fist down on the table, and the lack of reaction from the others showed this to be a common act as of late. “Don’t tell me nigga done skipped town!”

“I know as much as you” The Mad King said. “Do not take me for a prophet. We are equals, and when Ishanru returns he shall return to us all”
“If” Lucy said.

“Do not speak in such ways” The Mad King spat.

“Nigga left us here with a burnt down mansion and no way of escape. We built the tower like he said, built the bunk like he said, ring the bells like he said, teach these other niggas round here to worship him like he said, and we ain’t got nothin’ to show fo it!” Tupac said, standing.

“We are to sit here until dusk today, Tupac” The Mad King said.

“Or what? Or what Nigga!?” Tupac said, stomping about wildly, hands to the sky. “Maybe Imma get myself out like old John Paul, that nigga skipped on us all!”

“John Paul was… special” The Mad King said.

“John Paul was a piece of work, y’all are pieces of work. I’m done sittin’ round waitin’ for the great one to show himself. He so great why he need us to get followers anyway? Huh?” Tupac said, walking off.

“Where will you go? There is no exit to the place we inhabit” The Mad King said. Tupac shrugged.

“I’m not goin’ back to that table, that’s for damn sure” Tupac said, “Ishanru can fuck off-”

At that moment a bolt of lightning struck Tupac, a bolt of neverending lightning. Tupac screamed as his body glowed blue and convulsed, rising to the air with the lightning. The entire area around the disciples lit up blue and many shielded their eyes. Munchma decided to continue looking, at which point she screamed. The others kept their eyes closed until the lightning had ceased. They opened them to see Tupac vanished and Munchma with her eyes burnt out, writhing on the ground. Lucy tended to Munchma while The Mad King looked around at the disciples now in awe, he himself as shocked as anyone.

“Everyone-” The Mad King finally said.

“What the hell happened?” Elijah Wood asked.
“Calm down” The Mad King said.

“Ishanru? Ishanru my love?” Sheldon said, adjusting his glasses and turning next to his hair.

“Silence!” The Mad King said, standing.

“No!” Munchma said, standing and pushing Lucy away. “I have received prophecy! From Ishanru!”

“What!?” The Mad King said, scrambling to her. “What is this madness? What has he said unto you that he cannot say unto us!”

“He says… he says he returns now… with great purpose” Munchma said in a whisper.

“What purpose?” The Mad King said.

“War” Munchma said.

The Mad King took a step back in horror, and looked around at his fellow disciples. He steadied himself.

“Then I suppose we shall prepare ourselves”

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A hand found its way through the dirt, and stretched itself out as if it had not felt wind flowing through the gaps between its fingers in some time. Soon another hand had appeared, and in time the freshly mowed lawn found itself in shambles. Clyde, the caretakers dog, would surely be blamed for this. Poor Clyde.

The figure gasped for air as it managed to get to its feet. It looked to the sky above. It took a few more deep breaths before throwing its arms up outstretched and howling with joy.

"It worked. It fuckin' worked!" The man said, feeling the dirt covering his face still. He looked around to see he was just outside of a cemetery. How fitting.

He walked for some time along the long, winding road that led to his place of resurrection, until he reached a gas station. He barged in, half expecting to be met with a shotgun aimed in his direction. Luckily the place appeared to be empty. He wouldn't have to explain himself to anyone.

He checked the newspaper stand; based on the current state of the place he couldn't trust the date per say, but he could trust the location.

"Salem" he chuckled, "Of course"

He went into the restroom and looked at the man in the mirror. He could be mistaken for a monster. Or perhaps it would be no mistake. He sighed and set to washing himself off the best he could. Finally he looked at himself in the mirror; this would be good enough for now.

His name. His name was Quentin Haus. And suddenly he remembered what he had climbed out of the ground for.

I just wanted to share my progress accurately. I am actually clean shaven now.

1. dr

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2. Herm

I already sent in a role for this.

Yeah I still have it

I'm ready to get 2SPOOKY... again.

1. dr
2. Herm
3. Zersch

LETS DO THIS

YOU IN NOW BOY

1. dr
2. Herm
3. Zersch
4. Ecto

5. Moose

1. dr
2. Herm
3. Zersch
4. Ecto
5. Moose
6. Angi (Tupac back for more action niggas)

Is this real

In as Ashley.

funnymouth @ 25/11/2014 22:24

In as Ashley.

day1lynch

In Ashley