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First, introduction! Your name is
_ (pick a name!). You are a young female (between 15 and 25). The appearance doesn't play a role (or plays very slight role), so just choose the one you like.
Now, the story! Your family has been having some problems lately. Anyway, you even don't know what exacly they are! Nobody wants to tell you.
It's sad, they have some problems. I wish I could solve them, but for sure, I can't...
Another problem... Sigh. Hope, my life would be ever normal. I'm tired of all the problems we have, no matter what they are.
It's just weird, they don't want to tell. Perhaps, there is something concerning law? I tried to convince them to tell me, but they pretended not to hear.
Yeah, they are so busy with their own problems, that they actually don't notice my ones! Life is unfair for me.
Well, it doesn't concern me, as long as I still can hang out with friends and have as much fun as I only wish!
Hope, it's nothing financial. I don't want us to be poor! I wouldn't endure being poor!
I can't believe, they don't want to tell me! I would handle it, or at leat, do my best! What are they afraid of?
Anyway, once upon a time, you were simply told, you would have to move to an island on the Nothern Sea in Europe to live alone with your aunt, you almost don't know.
Hell what?! And what with my friends, with my life?! Hello, does anyone even listen to me here? I can't just go there like this!
Oh, where is it?! Seems so far away from home... I hope, there is electricity there, at least...
I'm a little... scared. I've never lived so far away from home! I don't know this place!
Huh? How does it concern their problems? I smell something fishy there, anyway, I agree to go.
It's a little strange to me, but... Why not? It's a new challenge and a high time to get some independence!
I just agree. I'm not used to disobey with my parents, no matter how strange their decisions are...
Does it even mean anything? I think, I will live there like everywhere else.
Soon, you are crossing streets of Viville, the only town on the island. Finally, you get to an old, victorian house situated in a wild-looking garden. There are lots of ivy everywhere.
Aunt Meg awaits you. She's an old-fashion-dressed, thick, elderly woman with a warm smile. There is something weird in her dark eyes, though. She greets you softly and invites you in.
I greet her too, giving her an examinating gaze. Now, I'm almost sure, she's an excentric person.
I only make a slight smile and nod hoping, she won't feel insulted by this silence.
I say hello to her, but I can't help giving a critical gaze to her clothes.
I say hello with a wide smile, even though she appears weird to me. After all, it's not worth judging by appearances.
I raise my head with pride, give her a wide smile and greet her too.
I slightly lower my head and give her a shy smile. I say quiet hello. Hopefully, we'll make friends.
I greet her with no smile, I like the clothes though. Hope, I'll be able to get the same, somewhere.
Soon, you have an opportunity to see the interiors. It's a little messy there, but there seems to be some order in this chaos. There are lots of antiques and rich ornaments here. And the darkness...
What a terrible mess! Hey, and I need some light here! Otherwise, I will look like a vampire soon!
Creepy! I won't be able to leave my room at night! Even now, it looks scary.
Ah! I'm going to fall in love with this house! So dark, so climateous!
Generally, I prefer more pragmatic style. There are lots of unnecessary stuff everywhere.
It must have costed much. I didn't know, aunt Meg is so rich! Anyway, she could bring more light here, darkness can cause depression.
Not bad, as long as the aunt likes it, I think...
I'm not very satisfied thinking, my room would look the same. At this time, I'm thinking about how I'll arrange it.
The aunt invites you for a meal. You find it quite tasty and have a conversation with her. She seems to be nice, though she still talks about magic, superstitions, evil and her dictionary collection.
In most cases, I have no idea af what she's talking, but I keep smiling and pretending, I'm interested in it.
I didn't know, she's such an interesting person! I begin to exchange my arcane knowledge with her.
I openly say, I have no idea what she is talking about and I try to drive our conversation closer to the Earth.
I try to sort the things, she's saying, but finally, I end up with my head spinning.
I begin a debate, saying, I don't believe in the things, she seems to be so certain about.
I'm just sitting and watching her, but I don't listen to what she says since it simply doesn't interest me.
I just keep listening to her with a childlish curiosity.
Finally, your are led to your room. It's very small. There is hardly enough place for a single bed, a wardrobe, a mirror and an old-fashioned clock. Anyway, it looks elegant and cosy, in some way.
You come closer to the clock. It has beautiful ornaments and looks quite old. It's not working. "You must wind it up! And move the pendulum. It will be your first duty here," says aunt Meg.
"I will show you how to do it," she says, smiling. She opens its door and pulls two chains behind them. "Now, pull the pendulum, but do it carefully!"
As soon as you fulfill her command, she leaves. Now, you are alone in the room, so you have some time for yourself. The evening comes. It's already dark behind the window.
Suddenly, the lights turn out themselves.
In the dark, you can see a slim male silhouette sitting on the windowsill. It's motionless. You can't see the man's face, but you are absolutely sure, he's watching you.
A man? A ghost? A demon? I try not to show fear. With trembling voice, I ask him: "Who are you?"
I feel inner panic. Paralysed by my fear, I keep standing and watching the newcomer.
"Leave or I'll call someone," I say, slightly scared. How did he get here? He must had been in the room before I came here, there is no other explanation!
"Aaaaah! Who are you?! Please, leave, leave!" I begin to cry.
I feel, I must keep calm. Maybe it's not a bad person, after all. Another freak. I calmly ask him about his name and the aim of his visit.
I watch him with fear. It can be some pervert! With shaking voice, I order him not to move and ask him about who he is.
He's creepy! Why is everyone here like this?! Hello, is it a madman house?! I just sigh, showing my lack of approval to such tricks.
The man seems to be ignoring you. Suddenly, you hear strange, loud rattle around you.
I try to run through the door. [You realise, it's locked.]
Okay, now, I feel, it's wrong. No matter what's going on, I'm ready to fight!
I feel like being about to faint. I try to remind myself some methods of self-defence, but this noise doesn't let me focus on thinking.
I go to a corner, sit there and cry, hiding my face in my hands.
I look around in panic, trying to find the source of the noise.
"What is it?" I ask. I wonder whether there are some spirits doing it.
I don't really think, this rattling can have something to do with the man. It makes me even more anxious, though.
"It's the pendulum," the man suddenly explains with soft, friendly voice. "Pulling it, you enabled me to wake up from my dead-like state. Well, thank you kindly."
He must be either mad or kidding me. It seems, there's just something, the aunt didn't want to tell me.
In some kind of shock, I say "You're welcome". Then I begin to understand the meaning of his words. They make me to feel confused.
I decide myself, it's a high time to step back to the wall. [He jumps down the sill and follows you the way, he's facing you from very small distance now.]
"Are you mad?" I ask, gazing cautiously at him. ["Yes, I am, I believe," he replies with mad voice.]
"Are you serious?" I don't really trust him, but he sounds interesting - though I'm still afraid. [In the darkness, you can see him nodding.]
"Man, you should listen what you sound like!"
I don't listen to him. "GET OUT! GET OUT, PLEASE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"I have something to do before I leave this world. Would you mind joining me in this night walk?" Without waiting for reply, he gently takes your hand and pulls you beyond the window, to the roof.
To be continued.