Okay. Since I am pretty lazy, I'm basically gonna let this thing flow as it is. I'll start the story and YOU people can write along with whatever.

but there are rules:

1) No Vamps/Werewolves. They are usually too over-done. sorry.
2) Try to leave out hot teenage girls with supah powers.
3) Make it so that REAL people are getting REALLY scared.
4) No super-tragic pasts, okay?
5) Make it as GOREY as we can be allowed to post!!!
6) Please show the story from a 3rd person's perspective...
7) Giving us some pics would be fun too. But if you do, you have to explain it by putting it into the story.
8) I am making this as free as possible. You must read previous posts to know whats going on. That way, I will be fine with a free character rule. Where you can write your character in or out of the story whenever you please.
9) last and final thought: NO ONE WILL BE THE MURDERER! WE ARE ALL VICTIMS!(btw, the story basically takes place in an apartment building in Philly.)

CHARACTER:

Name: Sara Guillenburg
Age: 20.
Height: 5'7"
Gender: Female.
Personality/Background: She is relatively outgoing. Always stays in contact with her old high school friends. Healthy working habits and social life. Just recently got accepted to The Art Institute of Philadelphia for culinary arts. She is now staying at an apartment near the campus.


STORY :


All was fine. No, really... Okay, maybe not so much. The thought of having to unpack AGAIN was just about to bore the heck out of her, which ironically was the last thing she should be feeling...

Sara had just finished unpacking most of her clothes into her new apartment, when suddenly the resident above her began to complain about weird spots showing up around her shower. Sara also noticed a few spots appearing here-and-there on her ceiling. The next day, Sara came home to find that all of her stuff-- or what was left of it-- was covered in plastic wrap and sitting outside her room. Looking inside, she discovered that a huge team of plumbers and maintenance people from her building were inspecting the huge gaping hole in her ceiling while standing in at least an inch of water. They didn't even pay any mind to her when she stooped down to get her things.

Great. she thought, just perfect. Why now? And I was even gonna call about the spots today...now I've got a a dripping void in my ceiling and my Chemistry test is tomorrow...ah, crap! Someone stole that little vase Ma got me from Bolivia...!

That was one week ago. The damages were repaired, and the manager agreed that she shouldn't have to pay for the mending of her ceiling and floors. But that girl upstairs had serious plumbing issues. Her sink needed a new faucet and her toilet needed a new chain and drainage tube. Honestly, when is that girl going to get some reconstruction done? Sara was thoughtful enough to buy early and get one of the newer residences, but Kyla (that's the other girl's name) even admitted she was lazy and didn't really think of a place to live until the last minute. Thanks to some girl's laziness, Sara lost countless hours of sleep and forgot to turn in her Drama essay.

Today was an equally rough day. After placing her last surviving book on it's rightful shelf, she began to think about the things due this week.

Okay, so I've got that wine pouring test tomorrow and some math quiz on Friday. God, I really hate functions...Don't I have a skit for Drama a was supposed to write? she meandered towards the couch a bit, Nah, must be next week. But that term paper for English is really gonna bug me if I don't get it done soon...

In total, she had two term papers, one test, and three quizzes to study for by the end of this week.

"Oh God," she groaned, "it's only Tuesday and I-- what's that smell?"

Sara made a B-line for the kitchen, the place where 'The Accident' just occurred.

"Crap. Crap. CRAP! This had better not be..." She looked up. "ARGH!!!!"

A sick brown and gray stain seemed to be growing and seeping through the cheap tiles before her eyes. A wretched smell was emanating from the ceiling, filling the whole room. Sara wanted to gag. She had never smelled anything so gross in her life! Not only that, but Kyla's music was WAAAAY too loud, and she was obviously ignoring the situation.

"Probably dancing around and...CRAP!" Sara's new fuchsia colored blouse that she had bought for a concert coming up was now ruined...with two dark splotches about an inch from her shoulder.

That's it. NOW she was miffed.

By the time Sara stormed back with an apartment-sized mop, a tiny puddle was beginning to form on the floor.

Ugh. It reeks majorly!!! EW! ...Stupid mop is making it spread! She dodged the next few drops but not before thinking, What if her toilet just sprung a leak?

Oh God...

Sara felt like crying, then punching, then crying some more. Finally, she decided to give that little whelp a piece of her mind! She firmly grasped her mop and started banging on the ceiling, which was beginning to sag a bit with a creeeak. A couple of gruesome smeck smeck sounds sputtered a few drips of gunk around her.

Wham! Wham! She struck the ceiling with a couple subtle blows.

"Hey! HEY!!!" she yelled, "You better get your freakin' butt down here!!!!"

No answer.

WHAM WHAM WHAM!!! She doubled her efforts, about to throw all of her stress into one final drive...

"Dammit! Listen to me will you?! I'm not gonna clean up this freakin' mess, you know?!" Once again, no answer. Then she'd just about had it, "RRRRRRAAAUGH!!!!"

With that one strike to the ceiling, Sara's life changed drastically. Immediately she became quiet. Her heart was starting to race. She didn't know what to do. She was frozen. She dropped the broom and stumbled backwards.

There in front of her, hanging upside-down, was Kyla.

Only her torso was in full view. Her legs were still tucked up behind the bloody tiles. It was apparent that her arms were nearly severed, dangling by barely a few shreds of flesh. Her chest had one gaping hole in the middle, about three inches in diameter. Drying blood was caked around the wound, but it still dripped out...even on to her arms. Her eyes had been gouged out, leaving dried blood stains running down her cheeks almost like tears. Her eyelids were also sewn shut with thick black twine. A gash literally stretching from ear-to-ear formed a grim smile. Her lips, too, were also sewn together. That smile will stay with Sara for the rest of her life. The body of Kyla, still swaying slightly, suddenly jerked awkwardly (thanks to gravity) and fell to the floor, splattering yet more blood on the floor.

Sara did not move.

Her face was unchanged, cringed in a horrified expression with a gaping mouth that gave no sound.

She also realized she was holding her breath when she gasped deeply, practically choking on air, when a little black...something appeared in the cut out in Kyla's chest.

Sara began to tear up as she brought her hand from her mouth and began to slowly crawl towards her neighbor. It was obvious she was dead, who ever did it certainly took their dear, sweet time. Still remaining less than two feet from the body, Sara moved a shaky hand slowly to the hole in the body. She was well-aware that this girl was her own age, lived in her own apartment building, and now Sara had her fist an inch-deep into her torso.

She took the black thing by the corner, breathing quickly and deeply. She was still in a panicked state. Her eyes widened when she saw she was holding a simple black box.

They did this... they took time... Her thoughts were meaningless right now. Jumbled bits of information were whizzing past her. She still couldn't stand. She sat in a pool of old blood, warily holding a black box.

She shook a few times, and that's when reality hit her.

She scrambled towards the waste bucket that was nearest to her. The smell was burning her eyes now, she couldn't stand it anymore. Finally, she gagged and then vomited, releasing some of the wretched feelings she was currently holding. She even dry-heaved twice. With her throat burning, nose running, and watery, glazed eyes, she turned to the black box that was still lying on the floor next to the body in her kitchen.

Wiping her nasal fluid on her sleeve, she sniffed and tried to ignore the decaying corpse next to her as she braced herself to open the box.

She picked off the bits of flesh that clung to the box...slowly and deliberately. Did she dare open it?

I have to. she thought, nearly sobbing outwardly,In a way, this would probably help Kyla, right?

Her fingers lightly touched the lid, and with a slight force, it opened. She was surprised how delicate it was. Inside was a tape recorder and a tape. A very small tape, indeed. The set vaguely reminded her of the tape recorders that many students brought to class with them to record seminars.

She knew what she had to do.

She gathered her strength and stood. Sitting at the table, Sara placed the tape in the player and...hesitated.

She was afraid of what it would say. But she needed to hear it.

And so do the police...

She took the steadiest breath she could muster before pushing the 'Play' button.

At first, there was nothing.

Just blank static, a few gurgles here and there...for almost two full minutes.

And then...breathing.

Barely above a whisper, it began to get louder and louder.

And then it stopped.

Sara found herself practically leaning into her table, just to try to hear it better.

The voice startled her. She almost fell out of her seat.

"Hello, Sara."

Her eyes were wide. She had stopped crying. She had stopped breathing.

"I hope you're listening to this right now. I did you a little favor. You see, I took care of a little problem that you had. No need to thank me..."

More heavy breaths. The voice seemed to become more and more twisted and distorted the longer it spoke. Suddenly two new raspy whispers were heard.

"Ssssaaaraaah! Join ussss, Sssaaraah! GUAAaaaaaaaaahh..." They died away.

Sara wanted to scream. She could practically feel the voices clawing at her, trying to pull her away from her grip on reality. She was just about to collapse when the original voice came back.

"Oh Sara. My beloved Sara. Won't you be my friend?"

Right there, Sara threw down the tape player.

Only 8 and 3/4 minutes have passed since her gruesome find. She called the police.
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okay, so i guess this is where you either can comment on this idea, restart your own, or go along with mine by adding on....BE FREE! :)

Name: Ana Manor
Age: 19
Height: 5'5
Gender: Female
Personality/Background: Likes to be alone, loves to listen to music, plays on her labtop and passes a bunch of apartments on the way to work. She goes to college on monday nights only from 8am-3pm and wants to become a detective like person to solve mysteries and find people. She loves to write as a side hobby.

((story))

Walking by a apartment on the way to the store not to far from where she lived. Noticed a house had a very bad vibe and walked up to it. She looked through a side window but couldn't see anything and then she heard voices of some sort and a crash afterwards. She couldn't hear what the voices were saying but enough to know something must have been wrong so she rung the doorbell and waited for an answer..."hello?" she called through the thick wooden door in front of her. Just then she spun around very fast hearing palice sirens chasing past heading to some random destination not to far off as it then began to pour down raining. "Great just great" she spoke to herself.

((FYI I will writ alot more after you reply))

CHARACTER:


Name: Heather Randolphe
Age: 20
Height: 5'2"
Gender: Female.
Personality/Background: She was Kyla's twin sister but when they graduated from high school they went their seperate ways. She had always been into antiques and now has a part time job in an antique shop. She goes to the Art Institute of New York City. She's majoring in photography (she's holding a camera in, what I think is, her left hand.)

STORY:
Heather was in the middle of a photography lecture when she got a call from the Philadelphia police force. She hurriedly gathered her stuff and quickly exited the auditorium where the seminar was being held. She drove all the way to Kyla's (her sister) apartment ,over the speed limit, and didn't even wait for the cops as she barged into the apartment where her sister was found. She dropped to her knees in the drying puddle of blood next to her sister's body. She cried harder than she ever had. "Oh, please, God no!!!" She sobbed into her hands. She had only barely noticed the girl that the police were talking to in the corner the room. The owner of the apartment Kyla was found in. She over heard them talking about a tape recorder and stood up. "A tape recorder? Kyla sent me a letter mentioning a tape recorder. She said it was some creepy thing about joining some one but there was no name. She wrote something about finding it outside her window on the fire escape in a small black box." She wiped tears from her eyes as she walked over to the girl and the officer.

((Hope this is okay))

nice you guys! love it!:P


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Sara, too, wanted to cry. Police sirens were sounding and all she had now was a huge headache. She just wanted to lie down. She saw what looked like Kyla's sister running into the house...then she turned around, which only made Sara want to cry even more.

It was her twin....

She looked exactly like a horror-struck and bewildered Kyla would.

Sara found her self staring, as she was simply not able to cry anymore. All other noises seemed to blur and fade a bit, like she was slipping into a deep and dark--the policeman's voice shook her so suddenly she jumped, losing her train of thought.

"Ma'am? If you don't want to answer these questions, I'm sure I could just..."

"N-n-no," she said, stuttering after that little start, "it's fine. I just..." She glanced over to the door where Kyla's sister was, who began bawling and sobbing on the floor, approximately where she had been...

"It's okay Ma'am. I don't want to rush you. This situation is very odd, and I think you might need a bit of time...Ma'am..." She nodded absent mindfully in agreement, "Listen," he continued, "if you need anything, my younger brother is majoring in psychology. He's gonna finish it out this semester and he's really good. Here's our house number, and I'll personally set you up if you'd like..." He handed her a slip of paper with a number scribbled on it.

"Ah...okay. Thank you." She took it, wondering why he was being so kind to her...

"No problem Ma''am." He tipped his hat a bit, "Just trying to help you and the community. The sooner we catch this guy, the sooner you all can get back to your regular lives..." He walked away to do his duty again.

Yeah. Regular...life...

She made her way off the corner where she was being interviewed and wandered across the street. It was getting pretty chilly out and all she had with her was a blanket the policemen had grabbed from her apartment before pushing her out for investigations. She wrapped it tighter around her and continued walking. She couldn't help feeling that while she was still in her apartment-- alone, with the body-- that there was a noise, perhaps someone trying to contact her? She wasn't sure. If there was, she should have gone to the door, but she was pretty sure she was a little too preoccupied calling authorities. And there certainly wasn't anyone outside other than police when she was escorted away from the rank-smelling home....

Not now. she thought, I need to focus.

Looking up, it looked a bit cloudy, and it was getting darker by the minute.

Oh Gods, just perfect. WHERE am I gonna sleep tonight???

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YAY! people replied! lets have some fun with this, SHALL we? ;)

STORY:

Heather noticed that the other girl was leaving. She chased after her. "Um... escuse me? You knew my sister, Kyla, right?" She walked next to this girl. Wiping the tears out of her eyes. "Um... what's your name?" She smiled a sad smile. "I'm Heather." Heather looked up at the girl who was at least 5" taller than her.

"this just gets weirder and weirder" she spoke to herself. Ana wasn't sure what was going on but realized all the deaths lately have been dealt with some sort of recorder. It was always found in a similar way and seemed to be the same message. she later went to where the cops were and knew if she asked she wouldn't get any answers. So she walked inside the house past them when they were busy talking and she couldn't hear anything over the thunder that rolled through the sky, the heavy rain pouring down, and the wind which wissed past her and the others as another great storm was saying it was coming and wasn't waiting. She saw a girl kneeling in some blood...

Sara stared blankly at Heather.

And then slowly blinked twice.

She couldn't help but to think of a sweeter and more mature Kyla standing in front of her...

Kyla....Kyla's gone. She's....GONE! Somebody...somebody's gone and k--!!!

In fear of yet another overwhelming flood of tears and emotions that she would be powerless to control, Sara turned away slightly from the stranger who looked like her dead acquaintance. The pain of seeing such a familiar face burned too much.

Realizing she never actually replied to the girl and figuring she was looking pretty rude right about now, Sara addressed the girl's previous statement.

"Ah...I'm sorry. I'm...Sara..." She hesitated, as if she had to think of her own name!

Jeez, I probably look so stupid right now. Her flippin' sister is here and she appears less freaked than me!!!

As grim as she had sounded, Sara gathered her strengths and willingly faced her. The stranger named Heather had such a warm and inviting smile....it seemed to say " everything's gonna be okay..." and Sara felt the need to be pulled from this dark chasm of emotions and thoughts.

I just need to get away....

What the girl said next startled her out of her train of thought.

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WHEEEE!!! ;)

name:gemini starr
age:18
hight:5 feet even
weight:113
gender:female
looks:waist length blood red hair,emerald green eyes,pale skin,cross-scar on left cheek(karate tournament accident) a full glittering black rose tatoo on right shoulder,blue leopard-print butterfly on left shoulder,and a green crescent moon with a star inside on her forehead.
personality/background:quiet but not shy,very loyal,keeps in touch with her family and friends after moving out.she is an 8th degree black belt in karate,and had worked almost her whole life to get there.now she was a sensei.she worked part-time at the P.I team.she lived in the apartment building in the room next to that of the latest victim.she generally keeps to herself because of how people hated her in high school.but that was the only real bad part of herr past.she had a mother,father,and four siblings.and an adoreable dog.she had a great boyfriend who really cared-and was really cute.she was smart,and talented,and people told her she was pretty,but she doubted it.(self-esteem issues)
story:gemini was taking a break before college.she was a teacher at a nearby karate dojo,and because of the recent murders tons of people have been coming in looking for self-defense training.she was swamped.not to mention her part-time job as a junior detective for the city's paranormal investigation team.she was hired for her slight psycic abilities,and ability to see and talk to sprits,though most people didnt believe she could.the team had been sending her to comfort the friends and families of the murder victims recently,and that had her up constantly.she had not slept in three days.she was exausted,and now she was being sent to comfort the twin-sister of the latest victim-in her own apartment building.she sighed."this is gonna be a long day.again." the police were already there,and apparently so was the twin,though from the vibes she was getting,the twin seemed more calm than the one who discovered the body.she knocked and entered the room,taking out her badge."paranormal investigation branch,agent gemini starr.im here to see the victim's family member.may i start by asking if you had any special link to your sister,miss? like a psychic connection? im not steryotyping,but it is proven that twins-especially twins of the same gender or identical twins-have these bonds." she said,all in a practiced calm professional voice,turning to the one she assumed was the twin.though she was gagging on the inside from the smell,she had been trained to remain calm even in the worst situaltions,so she didnt show it.

>>Just so you guys know, I'm very new to role playing, so please correct me if I do something wrong<<

Character:
Name: Gabriel Jennings
Age: 19
Height: 5'4"
Gender: male
Personality/Background: Gabriel is an arrogant, pampered boy, although very smart and attractive. As a child he was brought up by his uncle in a very wealthy area, but gradually became sick of his hometown and moved on his own. He lives in the room across from Sara's, but he barely ever converses with his neighbors.

Gabriel sighed heavily, exhausted and irrationally impatient. The room was still as he laid back in his rolling chair, the only sound being his clock's gentle ticking. He stayed like this, until finally the repetitive noise began to irritate him. Kicking his legs down, he went to his sink for a cup of water, only to dump it out. He hated tap water. It tasted filthy, and was nothing like the sweet, clean water he was accustomed to. Sighing once more, he turned to the window as the sirens of police cars rang in his ears. Looking down, he saw a policeman running from his car into the apartment building. Maybe there was an accident... he thought

Thinking nothing of it, he wandered aimlessly about, until finally he became bored with himself and left his room. There was a foul odor lingering in the halls, and Gabriel couldn't help but cover his mouth in disgust. He ran quickly out. When he was outside, he noticed the girls huddled and approached them. "Uh, hey, is everything alright?"

gemini looks up at this sudden intrusion.she sees a cute-but arrogant looking boy."there has been a murder.unless you know something,i suggest that you kindly leave the premises." she had nothing against the boy,in fact she was kind of attracted to him,but sometimes strange or unknown people can scare the spirit of the diceased.just then,and overwhelming sadness overcame her.she had forgetten in all the chaos that her so-called wonderfull boyfriend had been cheating on her,and then dumped her for the other girl.this boy looked like him,only somehow nicer.a tear slid its way down her cheek.she quickly wiped it away,hoping no one noticed."do you know anything,mr...?"she didnt know his name.but,she realized that he lived in this building.
((you're doing good so far.just stick to the rules and be creative,and you should be fine.dont worry,im new at rp-ing myself.^,..,^))

Taken aback by her sudden emotions, Gabriel scratched his head awkwardly. "Ah...no, sorry. I just live here. A murder? How creepy...is there anything I can do to help?"
Gabriel had remembered reading in the papers about a series of murders that had been occuring, though he doubted that this was one of them. Afterall, what were the chances of that?
A cold air swept through, making him shiver. Somehow, he had an unsteady feeling, and horrible thoughts began to flood through his head. He shook them off and looked back at Gemini.

gemini quicly got ahold of herself and answered."for starters,you could tell me a few things about yourself.your name,for instance? and age.also,i need to know if you knew the victim."gemini pulled a picture out of her pocket,a pic of the victim from the city files."did you know this girl? she was the latest in a wave of murders of this kind.i need any information i can get."

Gabriel stared at it for a moment, then said, "Yeah, she looks familiar. I'm Gabriel Jennings."
Wave of murders? So it was part of those stories. He trembled, stricken by the fact that something so awful happened so close to him.This was definitely a story he'd have to avoid having his uncle find out about. Afterall, it had taken him a week to convince his uncle that he was capable of living alone.

gemini nodded,remembering now."thats right,you moved in about the same time i did.sorry i didn't remember you,im on duty,and really overworked.anyway,im gemini starr,and i need some help from you all.im going to try and speak with the departed,but i need you all to focus on her image,and anything and everything you knew about her.it will take concentration.if you dont feel up to it,please say so now." she looked around to see if anyone decided to back out.her eyes landed on gabriel.he was cute,and somehow he gave her a sense of security...no! she could not start thinking that way.she needed to focus,even if this guy was-*stop it!* she scolded herself.this was not the time for her foolish heart to be giving in to her teenage impulses."so,are you all ready?" she asked,hoping her inner struggle didnt show in her voice.

((where is everyone?))

ded. ded as a doornail....no....?

anywho, i would like people to continue this, but i have gotten a job opportunity that i can't miss! I hope to assist in the publishing company my uncle worked at and hopefully one day i can make it big time! wish me luck, but i'll have to abandon just about all of my internet passtimes....i'm sorry.:(

good luck! i wish this would continue,but no one ever posts.oh well.thank you for the update!

{ I stopped over in Philly once on a flight. Didn't get to stay long, this looks like a good roleplay. If you don't mind/are not too far along, I'd like to join too. May I?

EDIT:
aw. Darn. I guess not. D: }