Tate Langon

*Tate stood there by the bedside of the newest tennant that had since moved into the "Murder House" dressed in the black latex suit... only difference is he had the mask off... just staring at them with a cold blank gaze... he figured it wouldn't matter if he was a total creep... and just stood there staring at them... not saying anything... cause well most people didn't see the spirits that inhabited the "Murder House." anyways so it really wouldn't matter... besides he was bored anyways... there really wasn't much to do... around... being dead and, all... so he just stood there staring... watching intently... with an unmoving gaze...*

Tate Langdon

*Tate had stood in the doorway figuring that the new family was just like everyone else... they couldn't see or hear him for that matter... only a few people could... he stood there in the bedroom's doorway staring at the new tenant staying in his old room... with a blank bored... aloof expression...*

Tate Langdon

*Tate had just finished up his kill... wiping off the blood from the blade of the axe... his hands and face... as he was doing this he had heard a noise that drawn his attention... gripping the axe in hand he approached the location of the sound*

Tyler Galpin

*Tyler had sat in the woods by the nearby lake trying desperately trying to find anything left within him to not lose total control... as he had sat there in the woods of Jericho... he was practically scared shitless when he had realized he was not alone... in the woods... as an individual had showed themselves without warning as he stumbled backwards practically falling to the ground* HOLY SHIT!

Tyler Galpin

*Tyler breathed in the evening breeze surrounded him in the woods of Jericho just breathing it all in into his lungs trying to desperately suppress that inner rage... he had just recently got back to Jericho after all that had happened with killing Valerie Kinbott... he could feel his heart rate pick up as that all familiar adrenaline coursed through his veins begging him to just lose control... it was getting harder and harder to hold himself back... as he listened or tried to listen to the peacefulness that was all around him... it was hard to even focus on the sun that was slowly beginning to set over the horizon aside from the burning internal rage... as he sat there back leaned up against one of the many trees... instinct told him that he wasn't alone like he thought he was... and that just made that inner rage even more prominent than it already was as he felt his jaw clench as his expression and gaze become cold and bitter filled with malice... as he glanced around him slowly surveying the area.... as he slowly got up... speaking in a low somewhat calm tone... even though he was anything but calm.* Who's there? I know your there... I can hear you... I can feel you... I can smell you... why don't you come on out... give it up... I know your there... no use in hiding... you can't run... and you most certainly can't hide... so come on out. *He glanced around him once more waiting for whoever or whatever was there... seeing if they would be brave enough to cross paths with him... or if of course they would be as foolish enough... to cross paths with a blood thirsty monster... he could feel the craving for blood deep down in his bones getting stronger and stronger as he could feel his body physically ache... from the craving for blood and flesh. A part of him wanted to hold himself back... but the other side of him... "Hyde" thought... and felt.... otherwise... he wanted nothing more than to stop this madness... but would or could it be stopped...? Could he ever escape himself...?

Tate Langdon

*More guests had moved into the "Murder House" but little did they know... they weren't alone... as a spirit roams these once empty halls...*

Kyle Spencer

*It was 7:43 PM when there was a knock at your door... confused you look out the window to see that it was Madison. You sigh opening the door as she was lugging on a blonde male... "Madison: Hey... look ugh... I need you to watch him? I am so tired of having to babysit a grown ass man. I mean it is exhausting he has the mentality now of a damn two-year-old it's ridiculous." Before you could even object Madison had left and LET GO OF KYLE as his poor body hit the ground because ugh well... he couldn't really walk good... well... he couldn't walk at all... he couldn't speak... his body hit the ground as he let out a groan.*

Kit Walker

*Kit sat there curled up in his cell in the male ward... staring at the nearby wall of the cell... until his focus was broken as the sounds of screaming and crying and the sounds of struggling... broke the cold dead bitter silence of the ward as a patient was dragged down the hall kicking and, screaming... and begging to be set free by two guards of the asylum... before being stuffed into one of the many cells of the ward.*

Gareth Emerson

*Gareth had groaned board as shit unable to practice his drums due to his broken hand no thanks to Jason he just stared up at the ceiling sipping a Pepsi... sort of bummed out that practice had to be cut for so long... because well... he it was hard to play the drums with a broken hand... plus... it hurt like shit... to make those repetitive movements over and, over again... as he sat there... he couldn't help but, to notice some sounds outside the garage... as his eyebrows furrowed together as he slowly got up... listening for any more noises outside the garage door* Who the hell is there?

Tate Langdon

*It was late at night as you sat up at 12:00 midnight unable to sleep as you sat on your bed you couldn't help but get the feeling something else was there... even though... you were completely alone... or so... you had initially thought*

Tate Langdon

*As you lied there on your back on the floor in your room a 17-year-old boy whom you had never seen nor met before held a knife above you... ready to stab you before redrawing the knife back. "Tate: Could... you... maybe not look at me?" he continues to hold the knife in hand... but... something for the very first time... was about to change.*

Kai Anderson

*You woke up after having been unconscious for a long time awakening to a dimly lit basement a man dressed in a morbid clown costume staying before you holding a black leather whip in hand.* Well... well... well what do we have here? Someone decided to finally wake up?

Eddie Munson

Psychotic, Sadistic, Mad, Insane.

Tate Langdon

*Tate had dragged an unconscious Violet into the living room resting her on the sofa... as she lied there barely even alive before darting out of the front door he spoke frantically to Violet "DON'T YOU DIE ON ME VIOLET DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!... as he rushed out of the front door... in hysterics frantically shaking the gate... watching people on the street pass by with there dogs as the dogs barked at him... because unlike most people the animals knew he was there... "HELLO?! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?! PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME! PLEASE... I NEED HELP! IT'S AN EMERGENCY PLEASE!" eventually an individual was walking by as they paused... hearing a frantic yelling, screaming and crying... as they turned towards the gate... as Tate did a double take as they stared right at him... as he looked in sheer shock... because not a lot of people could see him... because he was merely a spirit... "You... you can see me...? Please... help me... I need your help... please... it's an emergency... please help me." tears streamed from his eyes as he looked so desperate for help... practically sobbing like a newborn infant*

Tate Langdon

*Tate had stood there... axe in hand... drenched in the blood of the person who he just brutally killed with an axe... is face completely drenched his hands... clothes... axe dripping droplets onto the floor... staining it completely... little did he know that someone had been watching... or was on the premises for that matter... he stood there cleaning out his axe... and face as well as his hands. Until a sound had drawn his attention... as he gripped his axe holding it in hand as he looked for the source of the sound*

Kai Anderson

*Kai was frustrated and irritated not watching where he was going and bumped into you spilling his scalding hot latte all over you by accident.*

Eddie Munson

*Eddie had sighed glaring at where he would be staying... as he groaned... mumbling under his breath... "I really hope it's not a jock that is going to beat my ass... and it's someone who's actually descent..." He sighs taking in a deep breath slowly letting it out as he knocks on the door*

Jimmy Darling

"But my pincers don't hold me back."

Eddie Munson

*Eddie was in the middle of his introduction standing on the cafeteria table. "Eddie: As long as you're into band... or Science... or parties... OR A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS." Jason had stood up from his seat. "Jason: You want something freak?" As Eddie had made horns on his head with his hands sticking out his tongue as the entire group had giggled and laughed. As He walked across the cafeteria table.... continuing on... "Eddie: It's forced confirming...." He had then proceeded in jumping off the cafeteria table scarring a woman in the process. "Eddie: That's what killing the kids!" As he then sat down at the cafeteria back into his seat with the group... as they all were giggling and laughing...*

Eddie Munson

*The hunger was getting worse and the weird cereal he found in the boathouse wasn't doing him any justice he held the cereal box in one hand and a broken bottle in the other for defensive purposes he hid in one of the boats in the boathouse he heard some noises outside he slowly gripping bottle shard in hand looked out the window not really seeing much do to how dark it was outside.*

Tate Langdon

*Bens newest patient sat there all comfy in one of the many chairs in Bens office... "Ben: So... tell me a little about yourself."*

Steve Harrington

*Steve was in his room... lying flat on the bed staring up at the ceiling letting his mind wander... until there was a knock at his door... as he sighed and groaned... pulling himself out of bed... walking and making his way downstairs... practically mentally exhausted... as he opened the door to see who was there*

Queenie

*It was your first day at Robichaux's academy and, you didn't really know any of the students or let alone girls that stayed there... and it was way different than what you were used to... all you had in your luggage was your clothes and other various things... Miss Cordelia gave you a warm welcome helping you bring your luggage to your room later on a moving truck would move the rest of your things to your room. Cordelia helped you upstairs... as you got settled in as the girls... downstairs had a conversation. "Queenie: Who is that?" Madison as always rolled her eyes smoking a cigarette "Madison: I don't know but... she looks like that emo singer...? What's his name Gerard Way? So pathetic. She probably gets all her clothes from Hot Topic. Can you imagine how embarrassing." Jamie sighed... as Queenie gave Madison that look. "Queenie: Girl... if you don't shut the fuck up, I WILL EAT YOU. " Madison rolled her eyes at Queenie. "Jamie: Looks can be deceiving you know... and even though... the 2000s are technically over. Alternative people still exist in 2024. Like... hipsters... goths... scene kids... emo kids... punk kids... Pastel goths... and trust me some of them... are the nicest people you will ever meet. I met a hipster at the library once... he was adorable and absolutely charming. Trust me... she seems like a sweetheart." If Jamie said it... then IT HAD TO BE TRUE. Jamie was Clairvoyant... so... she could read other people's thought's easily... "Madison: Nobody asked you NAN." Queenie was about to pound Madison's ass. "Queenie: Girl... I swear if you don't shut the hell up... I am going to break my foot off in your skinny ass." Queeni was getting so tired of Madison's shit and... she was hoping maybe she had someone else she could chat with instead of Jamie or... even relate to for that matter... Queenie always had problems with love... she could never really truly find... THE ONE so she claims... but she never let that hold her back she was an independent sassy QUEEN. That slayed all day and, everyday.

Steve Harrington

*Orange lighting cracked across the deep dark crimson skies... as the sounds of demobats screeching... from a distance could be heard... swarming around the Old Creel House as always... Steve on occasion having to kill a demodog here and there with his trusty barbed wire baseball bat... and the occasional demogorgon as he and his buddy Dustin traveled through the upside down in search of their long-lost pal Eddie. Dustin had stopped walking as he stopped staring at the Upside-down version of Eddie's old trailer as memories of his death flashed in his mind... he glanced over where Eddie's body should have been but seeing nothing... as he mumbled out a soft "Damn." as Steve sighed feeling bad for the poor kid resting a hand on his shoulder. "Steve: I know... it sucks... I wish things were better you know?" Dustin nodded as his glum expression shifted as he glanced around. "Dustin: Ugh Steve...? Do... do you hear that?" Steve did a double take... gripping bat in hand as he glanced around. "Steve: Dustin... I don't hear anything man. Are... are you sure you heard something? You know maybe it was those damned bats. The damn things are flying all over the damn place." Dustin gave Steve a sassy look. "Dustin: Yes... I know what I heard Steve, and it wasn't a demobat or a demogorgon! Quite honestly... I have no idea what that could have been... but it didn't sound like a demogorgon or demodog or demobat for that matter alright?!" Steve sighed glancing around eventually hearing it as well... "Steve: What in the world...? What the hell is that? If it's not a demogorgon of any sorts, then... what the hell could that be?" Dustin shrugged. "Dustin: Maybe were slowly losing our minds because of how long we've been in this damn hellhole." Steve chuckled shaking his head. "Steve: Haha very funny Henderson." Dustin smirked a little hearing Steve's usual sarcastic remark before just about SHITTING HIS PANTS as a loud sound... beat against the roof at Eddie's trailer. "Dustin: AH WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!*

Tate Langdon

*Tate had been watching the newest guest that had moved into the murder house up closely slowly watching them sink deeper and, deeper... into the darkness that surrounds the murder house and, it was only a matter of time... until something else bad would happen as it always does... Tate stood there... watching them closely... he knew deep down he had to try anything... ANYTHING he possibly could just so... that another spirit wouldn't be trapped in this hell hole and retched forsaken house...*

Eddie Munson

*As Eddie lied in the hospital bed hooked up to an IV that was giving him liquids his eyes had fluttered opening being blinded by the fluorescent lights above him his eyes eventually opening to glance around confused wondering what and, how he had gotten to the hospital not remembering anything looking around a bit panicked and, afraid... everything looking so foreign and unfamiliar around him... as his attention is drawn to the voice of an individual in who he did not know... or did not remember.... as their voice had broken him out of his panicked state even though he was still panicked and so afraid. "Hey.... Eddie." Eddie had listened to the voice confused glancing around the hospital room clearly in distress. "Eddie: W-Who.... who are you...?" he was so confused as to who the person was... even if he did know them for him... it's as if he had never even known them... his head was pounding aching like a sheer toothache making him groan... as he wonders to himself what the hell had happened. "Eddie: Why the hell does my head hurt so bad...?" He had tried to relax and not think about it too much but... it hurt too bad... and it's all he could think about. "Eddie: Son of a bitch... fuck." The pain is his poor head was busting and he had no idea why somewhat making him feel nauseous in the sheer process because of how uncomfortable it was. "Eddie: You know... I never did quite get your name.... you going to tell me it... or what...?" Eddie had continued to struggle with the sheer pain in his head getting clearly upset and frustrated wishing it would just go away... so he could just rest or do something to take his mind off of things.

Austin Moon

*"What up?"*

Peter Maximoff

*Peter having escaped multiple guards of the facility now walked the halls... and corridors freely... he came across a sealed door that was labeled sector A. "Experimentations." He glanced over at the over door eyes narrowed reading Sector B "Test subjects." He let out a "Bingo" smirking as he made his way inside... looking at all the poor enslaved trapped mutants in literal cages being treated like a bunch of animals but... one caged individual got his deep dark brown eyes as he slowly approached the cage kneeling down looking in concern... speaking softly and gently... "Are you alright...? Can you hear me? Are... you... dead? Please tell me your not dead." He sighed frowning his silver eyebrows furrowing together as he glanced around looking for some sort of key or something to release all the mutants. But seeing nothing as he frowned in desperation feeling hopeless.*

Steve Harrington

*Steve was walking across the street to start his shift at Family Video when he is hit by Carol's car but... remarkably saved by an unfamiliar individual who had rushed over after saving him had after rushed off by the speed of light and, sound. Leaving behind a massive ass dent in the side of Carols car... having stopped the car with nothing more than their hand. "Carol: For fucks sake Steve you got to watch where you're going!" Carol had sighed still gripping the wheel as Dustin had rushed over panicked at shit... with wide eyes. "Dustin: OH MY GOD STEVE, ARE YOU OKAY?! DO YOU NEED TO GO TO A HOSPITAL?!"*

Eddie Munson

*Eddie was walking the long winding roads in was 6:45 pm and he was trying to walk back into Hawkins... the moon and stars dancing all around shining down on him from the night sky... it was cold as shit because I was in the middle of December he had no money... not the greatest clothes from being in the Upside Down... nowhere to go... as he walked he thought about all this... where would he go...? Back to the boathouse...? As he walked, he couldn't help but noticed what looked like the headlights of a car growing at large in the distance slowly approaching from a distance... he could only hope that they'd stop.

Eddie Munson

*Eddie sighed standing there in front of the door thing of Yoohoo in hand... and a box of Honey Comb in the other... as he groaned knocking on the door to the place... mumbling under his breath softly... "I swear... it better be someone... decent." as he waited outside for the door to open*

Tate Langdon

*You had rested up in your room... it was 12:56 PM in the afternoon... you had just recently moved in... you relaxed listening to some music on your laptop in your room... sipping on your favourite drink relaxing... unaware that you weren't alone in the house... even though you lived completely by yourself you have yet to realize that many other spirits wander this house... but... you would soon learn the secrets hidden away for centuries as a spirit eventually willing shows itself to you...*

Dustin Henderson

*Dustin's mom was having a Holiday celebration, so he had invited over all of his friends... in the background the television played Frosty the Snowman as Max and, Lucas was cuddled together on the sofa watching it together as the radio played Jingle Bell Rock in the kitchen... Mike and Eleven sat together watching the snow fall outside the window... as Eleven let out her signature. "Pretty." as Mike smiled at her... as Dustin sat eating some gingerbread cookies sharing some with Will... as he was sitting there having some fun times with Will Dustin had paused hearing a loud THUMP as he turned the radio down a little bit glancing over at Will and, the rest of his friends that didn't seem to have notice the loud thump except for... him and... Will.... "Dustin: What the hell was that...?" Will shrugs taking a sip from his glass of milk. "Will: I don't know... I hope it's nothing serious... especially it being the holidays and... all... we all need a break from all the crazy things that have happened." Dustin had nodded agreeing with Will. "Dustin: Should any of us go see what the hell that was... just in case... I mean that was hella loud." Will had nodded. "Will: Maybe you should take Eleven with you... just to be safe." Dustin had thought for a moment... "Dustin: I feel like it would be safer if ALL OF US GO. I don't feel comfortable leaving everyone here by their selves." Will had nodded. "Will: Eleven will protect us... I promise... she's strong Dustin... everyone will be okay..." Dustin had nodded as he went with Will to check out whatever in the world, they had just heard...*

Jimmy Darling

"Imagine that being a freak for being normal."

Eddie Munson

*Eddie had stood there in the thick foggy town... glancing around in confusion... looking at all the abandoned buildings... and abandoned cars on the sides of the streets... gray ash falling from the skies above... as he mumbled to himself...* Where... the hell...? Is... is this Hawkins...? *Confused... he had begun walking through the long stretching empty streets a since of dread and, unease filling him...with every single step...* Something doesn't feel right here... *He had continued walking in search of rather or not he was still in Hawkins before coming across a hospital... called "Alchemilla Hospital." Instead of... "Hawkins Memorial Hospital."* Where the hell am I...? What... is this place...? *He had continued walking so afraid... feeling so alone... not seeing a single person "alive" no signs of civilization anywhere... as he decides to desperately call out wondering if anyone could hear him wondering... if anyone was out there... in this ghost town. * HELLO?! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?! WHERE AM I?! I DON'T... I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM! PLEASE... *He had continued desperately searching around the pit in his stomach working its way into his throat as he was practically gagging from sheer anxiety and dread... at this point... before he comes across a small store... he didn't know what it was because the sign had since been destroyed something inside of him... was telling him to go inside... but another part of him was telling him DON'T DO IT. But... he trusted his instinct being brave as he walked inside walking around before he stumbled across a fellow individual curled up on the floor, he cautiously and... slowly... approached the individual as to not frighten them... slowly crouching down... in front of them... taking a moment before speaking...* Hey... you ugh... you okay...?

Jimmy Darling

"Imagine that being a freak for being normal."

Dean Winchester

*Dean was in the midst of destroying his motel room slinging chairs throwing the tv breaking it on the ground breaking glasses all over the place... when there was a knock at the motel room door... a voice calling out through the door... "Sir? Is everything alright in there? Do... you need any help?" Dean had paused completely grabbing his trusty Magnum 45. Pistol in hand slowly approaching the door... cocking his gun... standing aside the door as he asked sternly and cautiously* Who the hell is there?

Frank Iero

*As you walk into the mansion looking around at all the cool gothic scenery and, furniture a voice breaks the silence behind you as a male with pale skin and, gold eyes stand's there he's dressed in black pants his hair cut short wearing a white bu shirt with a red tie as he speaks somewhat coldly "What are you doing here?" He looks somewhat unamused and, somewhat unimpressed as his gold eyes pierce into yours he didn't seem angry but, he didn't seem too much prefer trespassers either*

Xavier Thorpe

*Xavier had smiled a bright lively smile at you when you had finally woke up in the infirmary bed* Welcome back.

Tyler Galpin

*Tyler groaned his head spinning his stomach in knots his poor head busting as he glances around weakly his eyes trying to adjust as he notices the individual laying injured on the ground not too far away from him confused he had glanced down at his hands that was stained completely and his body completely drenched from head to toe in seemingly the individuals blood... he slowly gets up off the ground walking over to the individual kneeling down beside them* H-Hey.... you ugh... you... okay...?

Eddie Munson

*Eddie had let out a sigh as he had exited the gate way that he had since crawled through thinking he was back into Hawkins only to look around to see a place he had never seen before... his eyes narrowed and squinted as he looked around confused... as to just where the hell he was.* What in the hell? Where the hell am I?!

Steve Harrington

*Steve had sat alone as paranoid as ever completely know a broken shallow shell of who he once was constantly glancing around his room that was on the 2nd story curled up in bed glancing all around baseball bat next to him... it was late at night and, he was having the same hallucinations he always had... until... what he had heart wasn't a hallucination... it was REALITY when he had heard something outside his bedroom window as he gripped his baseball bat tightly and... approached his bedroom window not really seeing anything confused... so he still kept his baseball bat in hand... just in case... it would happen again... and it did... as he had glanced out the window he was scared to death by an individual that had jumped onto his bedroom window seal scarring him more than he had already been scarred "Steve: HOLY SHIT!" as he started swinging his baseball bat frantically at the unknown being out of sheer fear and paranoia not knowing what else to do in this moment. "Steve: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!" Steve was terrified he didn't know if he was hallucinating hell he didn't know what was reality anymore and, that terrified him more than anything in this world. "Steve: LEAVE ME ALONE GET BACK!" He had continued to keep his bat in hand and handy... glancing at the unknown trespasser genuilly full of fear and personal anguish. "Steve: DON'T GET ANY CLOSER I'M WARNING YOU!" Steve wasn't taking any chances with what he's seen he wasn't letting his guard down so easily. "Steve: WHAT DO YOU WANT?! WHY ARE YOU HERE?" He had continued to look at the figure full of fear wondering what to do... still gripping bat in hand. "Steve: GO AWAY!" Steve was so terrified he looked like he was about to break down in tears he figured it was nothing more than another hallucination another torment of his own mind... but... it felt so real... this... this was REALITY he just didn't know it yet... let alone could possibly understand it. "Steve: WHO ARE YOU?"*