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Day 1: The White Debonair
Ngrhh...why do I have to deliver this package anyway?
Knight continued to walk further until he reached the said address. Walking all the way to the door he knocked and yelled out.
“Delivery for Mr. Winters!” receiving no reply he strode back a little and peeked inside. All the lights were turned off and the rooms were all pitch black, “Ughh….answer up!”
"Jam you stupid..." Knight mentally cursed his co-worker. He was quietly working earlier as a part time librarian until someone called demanding a book that was supposed to be delivered. Yeah, it may seem idiotic but West Side library delivers books to costumers and get them back. Of course people has to pay for it though. Knight knocked harder at the door and shouted once again.
"I've got your book sir!" it was then that he heard a blood curdling scream. Out if curiousity he never knew he had, he ran past the house and quickly went to the backyard.
"What's-"
He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt something warm spurt across his face. He reached up and to his horror; his hands were soaked in fresh blood. Not only his hands and face but his whole body was dripping with blood. He looked around him and gasped in disbelief…
“-wrong…” he fell down his hands and knees as he threw up and shuddered in fear. He has always seen dead people every day but he has never seen something so brutal ever since...
He began to hear a nostalgic sound. A sound he’s so certain, he’s heard before. He stood up and swayed on his feet as he felt the world spin around him. His head began throbbing in pain and his body began to move uncontrollably. He shouted out for help but no sound came out.
We sing the nightingale song alive
Streets never border further than my eyes
We sing the nightingale song alive
We might be different but our hearts won't lie…
“Arghhh…wh-what the…nghh…Kyahh!” He completely lost control over his body and it started moving on its own. He went through a trap door hidden among the compilation of bodies at the far end of the yard and descended the stairs reaching the floor of the damp, dusty cellar.
…And little ever changes if anything at all
But the song rings loudly through these halls
We sing the nightingale song alive
We might be different but our hearts won't lie…
The place was dead silent with few bodies still around. The number was not that many as of that above but the brutality of their death can still be found. It was a long hallway and the lights flickered while some have already died out. The place was completely eerie while portraits seemed to watch his every move. Several doors can be found but most of them were bloody and scratched as he went down another set of stairs. What the hell is this place!? Ahhh…my body…it hurts like hell…
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Knightingale - Redoing
FantasyKnight Hale has always been able to seed ghosts but it doesn't end with just that. Harboring the ability to cast these souls into his command he was forced to join STUFT: a children's toy company by day and an underground organization by night. It i...
