Behind Stone Walls (ShadowOfAGirl & ForeverMischievous)

[ShadowOfAGirl]

It's not even scary Was the first thing the ran through Dolly's mind as she headed more into the mist, though it seemed as though the more she went on, the thicker the mist got, but she could still see around her slightly and it was, much to her shock, a rather interesting sight when she saw a wall beside her after walking for about twenty minutes and, being the naturally curious person Dolly was, she decided to go and explore, getting closer and closer to what she didn't know was someone's home. Having head little about it up here, the girl had decided to come and explore for herself and really, it was turning out to be a rather interesting and amusing find so far. As she continued walking, her blonde hair flowing slightly in the very slight breeze that was around, she kept her eyes fixed ahead of her though, it was a matter of minutes before Dolly finally stopped with a slight smile on her face to see what was just in front of her.

Some type of mansion, a rather big mansion at that, though it didn't look to badly in shape unlike the grounds around it, the grass, flowers and trees all seemed dead around though the mansion itself seemed to be in pretty good condition even though it had some vines growing up it, it just seemed to add even more to its historical build. "Wasn't even hard to find." The girl muttered to herself as she went closer to the large wooden front doors and paused for a second before going to push one open, really it was just proof that no one lived there when it opened and Dolly stepped in, fear was not something she had much off but she had plenty of curiosity to last her a lifetime, like now, as she stepped closer into the mansion and glanced around though...the odd thing was, it looked used, it looked like someone or something was living in it..maybe there was something in it after all but Dolly didn't believe it herself, no one would live up here all alone and leave the front door open or the gates open like that, no, it was just her mind playing tricks on her, nothing lived her, she was completely safe.

 

[ForeverMischievous]

Every detail of the Mansions interior was beautifully hand maid and sculptured. The theme seemed to be ancient myths and superstition. Directly down the hall from the front door, at a size that made it almost seem like a gate, was a large stairway, leading up to a second floor. The stairways railing was sculptured like scales, leading to the upstairs, where Dragon heads adorned the end, and on the first floor, a Dragons tail. The Hallway was wide, two doors leading into rooms by the sides. On the right being a large livingroom, with old furniture, and on the left it lead into a large Library. The walls on each side of the hallway, was adorned with large paintings. Paintings of mythical creatures, both Angels, Dragons, Werewolves, Vampires, Ghouls and Goblins. Every painting, depicting war between two sides. And on the very back, atop the stairs, a giant painting was place. The painting showed two sides of a battlefield. In the front of the picture, a mixture of all the Mythological creatures from the other paintings where fighting each other. And in the back ground, they where all fleeing from a dark flame, scorching everyone it managed to hit, the rest trying to flee to each side. And above this flame, possibly causing it, was a dark and mysterious figure. No bodly features, only a shade, carrying two brightly red eyes.
Something drew her, to stare upon the painting, as if something forced her mind to want to. As she did, a harsh wind hit her back, sending her hair waving out in front of her face, as something started trying to manipulate her, without her even knowing. It tried to make her approach the stairway and walk up, towards the painting. If she did this, or not, the painting started to seem like it was moving. As if the battle was taking place before her eyes. The creatures in the foreground, starting to flail their weapons at their enemy, and the flame behind them continuing to envelope the battlefield. Finally the flames reached the creatures in the foreground, and they stopped fighting each other, only to start writhing in pain. And soon, the painting was black, only the red eyes staring down upon Dolly, no matter where she stood. If the manipulation of her mind had succeeded, she'd been forced to move close to the picture, now standing right in front of it, staring upon the red eyes. If not, she'd be where ever she'd gone. Then finally, what ever was manipulating her let go, letting her close her eyes, realizing they'd been open for too long, now itchingly dry. And just as it did, a large smack was heard to her left. And after blinking her eyes, the painting was back to normal again.

If she'd gaze to her side, she'd seen an open door, clapping against its frame because of the gentle breeze, flowing through the Mansion. If she'd walk towards it, she'd find a large balcony, giving her a view over the large, dead Garden and the grey mist, hovering outside the stone walls. The Balcony, as well, almost seemed too well preserved, for the Mansion to be abandoned, a couple of white chairs, standing close to the fence, also sculptured like Dragon scale. On the right of the staircase, there'd be a large closed door, and if she'd go to attempt and open it, she'd find a locked, or otherwise blocked door. Everything seemingly wanting her to move to the balcony.

 

[ShadowOfAGirl]

Glancing around the hallway where she currently stood, Dolly tried to take as much as she could see in as possible and slowly she glanced over towards the stairs silently and it was then, she noticed the painting there, it seemed bigger then all the rest though at the same time, something told her it was a lot more detailed as well. Frowning lightly, the girl watched the painting silently, hardly even noticing the harsh wind which suddenly blew in all truth though she did step back slightly but soon enough moved forwards, closer to the painting and it was then did she see everything seem to move and come to life, the frown was still on her face though as even though everything in the picture seemed to be moving, the shadow of a creature and red eyes were still there, they were the one thing in the picture which she was focused on and which seemed to play on her mind quite a bit as her own green eyes stayed fixed on the red ones for a moment. Her green eyes hadn't blinked once and somehow, the girl had ended up right in front of the painting, watching the red eyes silently with a glint of curiosity in her own, but there seemed to be no fear in them at all. It seemed as though this was amusing her more then anything and feeding the curiosity within her, even if it was in a slightly freaky and negative way.

Finally, after what seemed like quite a while, Dolly blinked quite quickly and then glanced over to her left for a split second, only to look back to the painting and to see it back to normal. Rolling her eyes along with shaking her head slightly, Dolly turned and looked over to the open door before quietly moving closer to it as her green eyes became fixed on whatever was ahead of her. Taking in though how well the mansion seemed, Dolly paused when she realised ahead of her was a balcony and really, the girl didn't like heights at all and so instead she turned on her heel and headed over to the right where there was a closed door, but as she tried to open it, she realised it was locked and sighed lightly. Once again she turned and glanced down the landing silently before walking along it, looking at a few other doors and paintings silently, the floor creaked underfoot as she continued walking, taking in everything she possibly could silently as she continued to walk further and further away from the stairs and the balcony and further towards the darker end of the landing where more doors were as she continued looking around.

 

[ForeverMischievous]

The wind slowly dimmed in effect, as Dolly head away from the balcony. Everything had been ruined. Its usual plan, altered. It always brought its victimes to the Balcony, where it stole their memory, and send them back down to the Mist. As Dolly started heading down the stairs, a cracking noise arose from the walls around her. The cracking turned to a low, guttery growl, as if a wild animal was displeased. Then for a second, she seemed to be seeing things again, as the walls seemed to bend slightly, as if something was travelling within them. But as before, when she took a better look, nothing as such was happening. It was hard to frighten this girl. Hard to make her realize, she was in danger, and make her go away. It started finding itself intrigued. As if a dog, finding an old ball, it thought had disappeared. Perhaps. A plaything, wasn't such a bad idea?

As Dolly moved on through the Mansion, she'd finally find herself in a room, at the end of a long hallway. By the walls of the room, stood exhibits containing many different old relics and artifacts. Several old weapons, old armors, vases and Sculptures. In the middle of the room, stood a large desk, with nothing on it but a golden candle rack with long lines of hardened stearin running down from the halfly burnt candles, amassing in thick pools on the desk. Behind the table stood a large chair, made of an elegant dark wood, with its back turned towards the door, from which she'd entered. And at the very end of the room, was a large window with several scratches and cracks, vaguely displaying the white mist outside. As most other rooms and halls of the Mansion, the furniture was covered with dust, and spider webs adorned most edges.
If she hadn't entered the room entirely, a rough wind would hit her back, and push her inside against her will, and behind her the door would smack closed. If she tried to open it again, she'd find it suddenly locked. The wind that'd come through the door, would sweep through the left side of the room, as if it had a will of its own, suddenly manifesting in a blackish cloud, that pushed up dust and ripped apart webs. The cloud would hit the candles, and they ignited, living up the room with living lights. The cloud then hushed over the chairs back, and dropped down on the seat, the windy sound stopping. And as it did, the mist outside turned a more dark color, soon making the candle lights, the only lights keeping the room partially lit.
Now, the chair started slowly turning, with a loud screech from the old wood, and the webs breaking because of the sudden movement in the room. And as the chair was turned towards her, she'd see a figure sitting in the chair, its eyes focused on her, its right elbow rested on the arm rest, its hand reaching up to its face, tapping a long, sharp nail against its cheek. The weak light from the candles, would only vaguely show the old set of clothes the man wore, as a redish suit, with black details adorning it, having a old Victorian style.
The eyes that focused on her, where the same deep and furious eyes, as the one she'd seen in the painting. Burning in their rage, as they stared upon her. And finally, the pale lips on the grey face, started moving. "Who are you.. To intrude on another's grounds? To invade another's property?" It asked, with a deep, harsh and demanding voice. As the lips spoke, the eyes narrowed in a questioning, and clearly angered expression.

 

[ShadowOfAGirl]

Really, nothing could scared this girl, at all. She was much to curious for that and so far, she realised that no one lived here, it seemed impossible with how everything was. Sure, it had looked like the painting had moved and also there was the red eyes though she guessed it was just her mind messing with her and she ignored it and headed back down to the stairs silently. Though when she headed down the stairs, upon hearing a noise, the girl smirked lightly and watched as the walls seemed to bend a bit and she frowned quickly but upon blinking once or twice and shaking her head a little, everything went back to how it should and she once again was left wondering if it was just her mind and in the end she did simply put it down to her mind messing around with her, after all it had done that a lot when she was younger and she wouldn't put it past her mind now.

Though, as she took a look at a few other things, seeing some of the nice yet dusty furniture and also some other paintings and doors, Dolly continued heading around the mansion quietly, though the floorboards did creak quite a bit and sometimes she thought she heard something though would shake her head and carry on again without to much or a worry over it. When a strong wind, literally pushed Dolly into a room though, she didn't have much choice but have to go into it and when the door slammed shut and somehow locked itself behind her, the girl gave a small somewhat nervous laugh. "Funny jokes.." She whispered to herself, guessing something must be going on and some people must be messing around in the mansion, probably some jokes or whatever. Narrowing her eyes, Dolly looked around the room as she took a few steps more into it, taking in the cracked window and the mist she could see outside, along with the few other things though it all seemed the same as what she had seen in the other room. Apart from when the shadow appeared on the chair, Dolly instantly looked over to it quickly and watched as the chair turned with a horrible sound to face her and just like that, there was someone in the chair. At first, Dolly blinked twice to try and see if it was real or not, apparently it was though as the figure was still there and she kept her green eyes fixed on it wordlessly, her face going slightly pale in shock as she watched and waited. When the figure spoke, the girl winced a bit and stepped back, seeming to be a bit scared though she still listened to what he said and frowned slightly, shaking her head in disagreement with him. "Hang on. Your grounds? Your property?" The girl gave a slight laugh "You don't look after it very well.." She observed and shook her head "Plus, if you leave the gate open and the front door unlocked. What do you expect?" She faced him again and folded her arms. "I mean, I wouldn't of bothered had the gates been locked or even the door locked..but everything was open so that pretty much was just a welcome sign..anyway, who would want to live...here?" The here held a slightly disgusted tone to it as she looked around the room again "It's so..so..old looking and..just..ew.."

 

[ForeverMischievous]

The red eyes kept staring at the woman, seemingly growing some strains of fear inside. Yet still, her stubborness continued, and she started spitting words from her 'filthy' mouth. Every word brought her closer to the edge. Every fraize brought it closer to its limits. Why was it indulging her? Why was it hiding behind a realistic, humanic exterior? To preserve her humanity? To keep her from seeing something, little humans could even handle seeing.
But as she went on, the redish eyes had gotten so narrowed, that they'd soon be closed entirely. And as she finally finished, a silent growl build up from it, matching the noise she'd heard earlier. It slowly started rising to its feet, soon showing off its tall, elegant figure, dust dropping from its clothing as the red eyes remained focused on her. It's hand then slowly reached for the candle rack, the long strong and grey fingers reaching around and grabbing the golden rack. It had to pull slightly, to peal it from the hardened stearin, ultimately raising it off the table with its right hand. The candles now lit its face more clearly, showing off more of the greyish skin, that made his expression seem almost dead. Its left hand were then placed on the table, the long nails gently stroking over the dark wood, as the figures gaze dropped towards it.
"Its decaying.. Because I, do not care. Nevertheless. It is my home.. The gate is open.. Because it is broken. Nevertheless. My gate. And the door is unlocked... Because most has the sense, to stay away from ominous mists. Never.. The. Less. My door..." His voice grew more and more into a growl, as the red eyes started moving towards the young girl, still narrowed in contained anger.
"Meaning you.. Are trespassing. On my grounds. And you have the indignity... To come here.. And spit to my face.. That you find it appalling!" He shouted in rage, as his left hand made a swift strike to his side, sending the table screeching over the floorboards, crashing into the exhibits on the wall to his left, glass splintering over the floor.

"I see.. That Manners.. Has become a lack, these days... When someone can trespass on another's property.. And then when confronted with this fact, has the.. Guts! To spit to the persons face.. How the intruder.. Doesn't like! The place!" He shouted in another outraged growl, as the grip of the candle rack was tightened, before the candles where thrown to the ground behind him, turning into a ball of flame, igniting the chair behind him, leaving him in a sea of flame, that did not seem to bother him, as it slicked up his body.
"I think.. A lesson in Manners is in order!" He growled, as he took swift steps towards the girl, gripping out for the young woman's neck, attempting to roughly grab it and lift her off the ground, to ultimately push her against the wall, if she didn't manage to avoid the action.