Betrayal of Damien Haas at the house on the hill

The Looming Silence

All sat in awe. Wondering who could it be. Damien was definitely suspicious, but at the same time, less so. He had been the first to discover his letter with severe concern but, then again, it had be conveyed that immense acting and improv was taught to the cast of So Random, which he'd been apart of. On the other hand, Damien had said himself that he was a bad liar. They were all torn and confused. But if not Damien, then who could it possibly be? In this situation, everyone was at large. The next most suspicious character here would be Wes, as he had pieced it together for the rest to understand. But still, accusing someone here and now would be a stupid course of action. They could simply not go to this house, but it would eat at them to know who was the culprit. Despite the potential danger that lay ahead, they decided together, minus Damien, that they would go to the house atop that hill.

Little did they know that Damien knew what was held in store for the group if they ventured to that house. That house was built almost a century ago, holding one of the most unsettling stories that a house could hold. They say a family of psychics lived in that old house and that when they had died, one of the sprits had stayed behind to tie up the loose ends that were left unbound. Though, when they died, some parts of the story were lost. One part untold was that even after they all seemingly died, still two remained. Damien was one himself. He knew he had the power to stop all of this before it was too late but he was scared, terrified of what may come. Knowing the lives of his friends could potentially be stake, he knew what he had to do.

The next day rolled around and Damien had gather the things he thought he would need for his venture. Afterward, he got in his car and began the drive to his destination. His music lightly played through the speakers but his thoughts tuned it out. His mind was racing with thoughts of outcomes but as each ended they all went wrong. It honestly scared him but he had to stay strong for his friends. He had a few hours to get this done and get back home before his friends might leave for the house. He felt his confidence begin to deteriorate as he came upon the drive way. He left the safety of his car to make his way to the door then stopped. He took a few deep breaths before disappearing into the mansion.

Still feeling curious from the previous day, Shayne had decided to text Damien. He asked Damien why he hadn't answered any of the text they had sent him after the call. Like he expected, no answer. He then proceeded to tell Damien that he and the others were going to go and that he thought he should know. When no answer arrived, he sighed. Even if Damien wouldn't go with them to that mansion, they'd just go without him. He felt something was off like Damien normally would but ignored the feeling, not having his friends declaration to attest that he wasn't the only one who felt as such. He heaved another sigh.

Damien silently made his way through the musky and dusty rooms. He could feel the bewitching presence of his ancestor, pulling at his mind attempting to persuade him to help get "what he deserved". He knew he had to be quick or else he wouldn't be able to keep his temptation at bay. He knew that when after he got home, he would have to dispose of what was keeping the ghost of his ancestor alive and never return to that house. Another thought came to his mind. What if he just set the house aflame and watch as every possession in the house burn away. There could be a binding spell on the entire house, so that thought wasn't a bad one. His heart was pounding in his ears, a language that he had never learned. He wanted the voices to stop. It was too much to bare. He wanted it to stop. He NEEDED it to stop. He fell upon a silent room.

BLANK.