Despite tense situation, Alec couldn't avoid laughing at the horror movie reference. It was kind of bitter laugh, though, since Bez had seemingly no idea that the whole town could be basis for whole set of horror movies and not some measly, cliche ones. Or that they were indeed closer - already in - experiencing horror that wasn't fiction in the slightest. "I'd say 'this isn't horror movie - don't worry, we won't die', but that would be challenging fate. Still, we've got far too little screen time to worry about our immediate demise just yet... So, fair maiden's rescue it is!"

Only they were rescuing a child and his parents from a fair maiden. Reality had a fun way of twisting things around. Although, he did sincerely wish he could save his sister form her corrupt self. With his last words, he had moved away from porch and decisively ran down the paved path towards where he recalled old servant doors to be. Alec was glad he had a good memory and therefor could recall plans of most mansions and houses that he 'tended to'.

Of course, the servant doors were also locked, but he wasn't going to let it stop him. While front doors could be forced open only with ram, Alec had a feeling he could bust these open. He'd do any repairs for free after all this was over... Or pay for them, if Weirs didn't want to see him ever again after this night. And with this thought, man turned around and back-kicked the spot under door knob. The doors did give in with a wail and he sighed with relief. "Before you ask - to know how to fix something proficiently, it pays off to know how the damage can be done," he explained to Bez as they entered the house. Hopefully, he wouldn't think th

Out of habit, he reached for light switch and pressed it, however instead of much needed light, he had to cover his face from tiny shards of glass as light bulb exploded. Alec suppressed a groan. Cheryl was going too far, in his opinion. "I guess we will have to feel our way through most of the time..." he sighed, moving down the narrow hallway. Soon, they came in kitchen and he narrowed his eyes, trying to make out silhouettes of items. "Unless we find matches or lighter here. I don't dare to hope for emergency flashlight." He shook his hair, water droplets going everywhere, like a dog would do.

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This blondie was rather easy to scare and Cheryl wasn't sure if she liked that or felt disappointed. Then again, she hadn't been a big fan of horror movies in her time, so she wasn't always entirely sure what a ghost was 'supposed' to do. She felt that she was very limited in her actions at times, since she couldn't hurt Jackson or blondie seriously. Alec would not let such a thing slide and there was no way she was letting him pull off the leash just because she couldn't keep a lid on her urges to kill. Although they had been growing stronger and stronger over past few years as she gained more and more power with nothing to use it for.

Neither did she want to reveal her face, actual or disfigured. No, she had better plans for this babysitter once this was all over. Many sweet plans. As Cheryl pondered this, her victim had managed to shut the window and was now busy drying off. Hah, like that was biggest of her worries! To remind seriousness of this situation, she worked her little magic and the electricity said bye-bye. In first moments of darkness, she also snatched away the poker. Not because it was dangerous against her, but to stimulate fear and helplessness.

She let blondie rush ahead a little, dealing with another matter on third floor. It didn't take long, though, and she was back right in time to spook in shadows when lightning flashed. Ah, the weather was just lovely, as if set on aiding her little game. And as babysitter called out her charges name, rattling the doorknob, Cheryl moved further away let out a pained wail. Next moment, wet drop landed on Erin's head, then another and another...

Upcoming lightning would reveal wet marks on floor, leading around the corner and another pained sound echoed through 2nd floor. Time between each drop from ceiling grew shorter and looking up during lightning, she would be able to make out a darker spot. Strangely, as Cheryl played further, it was not amusement, but anger that bubbled up in her. She looked at all these paintings and pretty things, photographs and trinkets that were marks of happy family and seethed that all of this was denied to her. And she could sense that Alec hadn't arrived alone! Why did she have to tolerate these things? Why did she have to tolerate more people in HER GAME? With one sweep, the items were sent flying off mantle piece somewhere in mansion, sound probably reaching Erin's ear and another wail followed.