In a fairly modest manor in the late 1800s, on a cold and rainy night, a drenched, dark-haired female wandered into the building, its doors left slightly ajar as she looked about.
"He-Hello? Is anyone there?" she called out into the dusty rooms as she tried to wring the water from her worn outfit. "I'm lost and need directions; I have no bearings in this storm!" she called out as she felt a sudden chill overcome her but played it off as the cold rain sticking to her form.
"Is no one here? Oh no, well, perhaps I should stay the night?" she muttered as the doors she entered through slammed shut behind her as she spun around. "Eek! H-Hello?" she cried out as she heard ghostly cackles all around her. "Who is there?" she called out as she turned around to see spirits flying towards her with rope in hand.
"GAAAHHH!" the girl turned white as a sheet, followed by a blue-in-the-face look from all the fear, as she turned on her heels, the boot on her right foot coming off from the hard twist and kicking off from running as she attempted to flee from the incoming spirits.
"HAHAHAHHAHAHHA!" the spirits evilly laughed as the woman managed to scream out before being silenced as the hands of the ghostly attackers firmly wrapped around her mouth and limbs.
“NRNRNR! MRMRHPM! MMMMMM!” she screamed out horrified as she fell to the floor, the hands holding onto her tighter as she was slowly dragged further into the darkness of the mansion and would remain the ghost's plaything till the end of her time.
----modern day setting, Sunday night before a new school week----
