Post by Ellie on Dec 9, 2018 13:22:20 GMT -5
.IT WATCHES. THE HOUSE. IT WATCHES US.
Some houses were not meant to be lived in. The Ramsay House was born evil. It will always be evil. It devoured and demolished the occupants within and continues to haunt the memories of those who stepped inside. It's always worse at night, in the dark. Nightmares become a reality. Visions haunt the moon. The dead come out and the dead talk. The dead love to play. Trapped inside the redbrick, crawling inside the plaster walls. The Dead Live Here.
The house was built in the late 18th century at the commission of Thomas Ramsay, a wealthy aristocrat in the London area. The grounds were chosen out of shear luck for the pasture had been empty for hundreds of years. He started his home there and soon one of the grandest homes in all of England stood proud among the forests. The Ramsay's remained the living family on the grounds. Hundreds born and died on the grounds, living and dying on the grounds. Rumours flowered through the town. People would say: that family is cursed! Half their women went mad, half their boys died, half their babies were stillborn, half their men were murderers.
It wasn't until 1902 that the Ramsay family had all died out and the house went to waste. Grounds keepers were assigned to keep the house up-to-status, but selling it didn't seem likely. Until there was a sweet innocent family of nine, mourning the loss of their beloved father, that was in need of a large, properly furnished house. The grounds were filled immediately with servants and keepers to keep the family company, but it wasn't the servants that crowded the space... it was the Ramsay's.
Some houses were not meant to be lived in. The Ramsay House was born evil. It will always be evil. When the Quinton family of nine moved in the house was awakened. It had been starving for too long and this family of tiny children and a teetering marriage was a full meal. It took ahold of the Quinton's and it has no intention of releasing them anytime soon. The terror spills into the house. Those who live on the grounds are haunted by the ghosts of the houses's past. Those who sleep in the house are haunted by vivid nightmares. Time is endless, nonlinear and spilling through the minds of those who dwell inside it's walls.
The children are the first to notice. The servants soon follow. The house is taking hold of their sanity. There must be a way to save themselves and their loved ones, except... no one believes them. No one sees the danger the house possesses. The servants are trapped. The children are trapped. The Quinton's are trapped. The house is in control. The only way to save themselves from the evil that lurks within is to destroy the first evil... the first evil that possessed this house during it's erection in the 18th century. The question is: can they find the secret to a haven or will the house devour them before they get the chance?
Newton, Georgia; population :: 1,909
Mid 1980's Southern Georgia, United States of America
Mid 1980's Southern Georgia, United States of America
Horror/Mystery
MA, Mature
(i.e.) No Limitations
Includes, but not limited to: Graphic violence, sex, and language
(i.e.) No Limitations
Includes, but not limited to: Graphic violence, sex, and language
Moderators :: Ellie @patch
Total Member Count :: 7
Male Characters :: 11
Female Characters :: 11
Total Character Count :: 22
Total Member Count :: 7
Male Characters :: 11
Female Characters :: 11
Total Character Count :: 22
I hope you all had an amazing summer