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|Izumi had been playing a truth or dare game with the others in his class. They had all the laugh because Izumi had been dared to do something really stupid. A rumor had gotten around in the class about this abandoned house. "Don't worry!" Explained a classmate from Izumi and began to tell the tale.
"It is a very old house, maybe even three hundred years old!" The arms of the other raised to place more weight on the two words three hundred. They say a which is living there, one that turns you into a ghost yourself. She is called the ripper." She spoke in a whisper and had caught everyone around her with her tale. "Those who know to get in time upstairs, carve their names on the paper... Are rewarded with a barrier from all evil.." Of course, no one believed her.. but soon many were rather scared to the touch. "Why do you think I have less bad luck?" She eventually asked and everyone would nod... But then the question came again. "You did dare Izumi... do you dare this?" Izumi was brave as he didn't believe such stories, even though something was nibbling onto his skin currently.
Izumi gathered at the gate on the time they said. He would stand there and look towards them... He would nod and he got a marker from her. "Now it is up to you.." She said and with those words, Izumi made way for that old house.[/col]
It was in an old, forgotten street. A very old house on which the windows would be blurred and distortion, making it look like there were faces into them. Izumi looked higher up and saw old carved letters up on the great beam along with a faint carved in a picture of a tulip. As he made way towards the door he was greeted by a dragon head. A doorknob would seem... Slowly Izumi pushed it open and swallowed a time. A creek came from the door as if it were to be in protest to being opened up again...
It was silent so silent you could hear Izumi's heartbeat in the air right now. His footsteps were carefully placed down as he walked along inside. Upstairs... or was it downstairs? He couldn't remember fully cleared... but he could swear he heard faint ticking noises from upstairs. His mind trailing back to the story what was told in the classroom. He got towards his pocket and got a piece of red leather. It was told that it kept the ghost a little at bay but you needed to watch yourself. Slowly he walked towards the stairs... Upstairs.. it was up to the stairs. izumi spoke in his thoughts and slowly went upstairs. The stairs creaking on his weight being placed down... a light bulb behind him sprung and adrenaline rushed through his veins all the sudden. He rushed up the stairs, not bothering feeling like he was haunted now the sudden darkness was there. Rushing through the upstairs corridor he ran into a room, an old art room where a big giant picture of the past house owners was in front view and Izumi froze. He was frozen on the spot and would swear his death would have been upon him right now.
Minutes passed... and nothing had happened. He lowered his arms slightly and peeked through the tiny gap his eyelids had left. His breathing was quick and heavy as if he was fully out of breath. Slowly the adrenaline was settling and he dared to move around, it was just dark... Nothing had happened yet... A quick sigh of relieving left the small male as he placed a hand on his chest in order to calm down quicker. He was a ninja... Not a girl... He tried to encourage himself a little more as he slowly walked around the room... he now saw it were only pictures... but one picture... He was almost sure to be swearing it was following him...
He was checking through the above room before moving downstairs again, having a kunai raised in order to defend himself for upcoming traits. After he searched the more below grounds he carefully moved even more downstairs into a cellar... Which he didn't know had a long and wide tunnel system below.
"It is a very old house, maybe even three hundred years old!" The arms of the other raised to place more weight on the two words three hundred. They say a which is living there, one that turns you into a ghost yourself. She is called the ripper." She spoke in a whisper and had caught everyone around her with her tale. "Those who know to get in time upstairs, carve their names on the paper... Are rewarded with a barrier from all evil.." Of course, no one believed her.. but soon many were rather scared to the touch. "Why do you think I have less bad luck?" She eventually asked and everyone would nod... But then the question came again. "You did dare Izumi... do you dare this?" Izumi was brave as he didn't believe such stories, even though something was nibbling onto his skin currently.
Izumi gathered at the gate on the time they said. He would stand there and look towards them... He would nod and he got a marker from her. "Now it is up to you.." She said and with those words, Izumi made way for that old house.[/col]
It was in an old, forgotten street. A very old house on which the windows would be blurred and distortion, making it look like there were faces into them. Izumi looked higher up and saw old carved letters up on the great beam along with a faint carved in a picture of a tulip. As he made way towards the door he was greeted by a dragon head. A doorknob would seem... Slowly Izumi pushed it open and swallowed a time. A creek came from the door as if it were to be in protest to being opened up again...
It was silent so silent you could hear Izumi's heartbeat in the air right now. His footsteps were carefully placed down as he walked along inside. Upstairs... or was it downstairs? He couldn't remember fully cleared... but he could swear he heard faint ticking noises from upstairs. His mind trailing back to the story what was told in the classroom. He got towards his pocket and got a piece of red leather. It was told that it kept the ghost a little at bay but you needed to watch yourself. Slowly he walked towards the stairs... Upstairs.. it was up to the stairs. izumi spoke in his thoughts and slowly went upstairs. The stairs creaking on his weight being placed down... a light bulb behind him sprung and adrenaline rushed through his veins all the sudden. He rushed up the stairs, not bothering feeling like he was haunted now the sudden darkness was there. Rushing through the upstairs corridor he ran into a room, an old art room where a big giant picture of the past house owners was in front view and Izumi froze. He was frozen on the spot and would swear his death would have been upon him right now.
Minutes passed... and nothing had happened. He lowered his arms slightly and peeked through the tiny gap his eyelids had left. His breathing was quick and heavy as if he was fully out of breath. Slowly the adrenaline was settling and he dared to move around, it was just dark... Nothing had happened yet... A quick sigh of relieving left the small male as he placed a hand on his chest in order to calm down quicker. He was a ninja... Not a girl... He tried to encourage himself a little more as he slowly walked around the room... he now saw it were only pictures... but one picture... He was almost sure to be swearing it was following him...
He was checking through the above room before moving downstairs again, having a kunai raised in order to defend himself for upcoming traits. After he searched the more below grounds he carefully moved even more downstairs into a cellar... Which he didn't know had a long and wide tunnel system below.