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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on May 29, 2010 10:51:43 GMT -4
Jericho needed a house. He had many houses all over the world-most of them in the process of being rented out to add to his already large income. The States were an exception, meaning that he almost never lived in the homes he owned. He owned a townhouse in Orlando, which was strictly for rental purposes, and his flat in New York that served only as a means as a place to stay when he visited Alexia.
But Chicago was old, and had an old history. And now it was full of life. Plus he had a friend here-not to mention his spiritual buddies in the club-so he felt the need to stay.
This particular house-known as the Lyghte House-had an ugly history. At least that was what his realtor had told him. She seemed nervous to tell him, and for that fact she wouldn't even show him the house. He'd simply received an email with a link for a virtual tour. He knew that she was sure he'd say no when he couldn't see the place in person, and when she eventually told him a boy had been murdered in the house and he was supposedly still there. He thought he could hear her faint when he said he'd take it-and then she'd sent him a bottle of champagne and a plant as a thank you gift.
Tonight was his first night actually viewing the house as well as his move in date, and Jericho was pleased so far. Alexia had mentioned on more than one occasion that she enjoyed Navy Pier and the view it offered of the city. And it seemed to be packed with tourists, which was good for him.
Jericho unloaded his suitcase, carry on bag and laptop bag from the cab, tipped the driver and sent him on his way. Fishing the keys from his pocket, Jericho looked at the keychain his agent had stuck on the house key
I <3 CHICAGO
Yeah, that was going in the lake.
Jericho rolled his eyes and put the key into the front door lock. It turned easily and Jericho opened the door.
"Anyone home?" He called to the darkened front rooms.
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Post by Shane Lyghte on May 30, 2010 3:52:53 GMT -4
The moment the sun slipped out of sight the sound of flesh meeting the floor sounded through the silent Lyghte House...followed by the sound of dry heaving. There really had to be a better way of "being human" then the current way Shane was forced to do so. Then again what he did could hardly count since he wasn't even able to leave the house. He was for all purposes stuck the only difference was that at least as night he was a bit more solid and could at least do something.
The house was dark and empty which was nice and what was even better was that the last family he had scared off even left some things behind so the house had bits of it that looked as if someone actually lived there. Being that Shane did he appreciated the gesture...though he was rather certain it had not been done on purpsoes...it was the thought that counted and the thought of the last family had gotten Shane a guitar which was currently seated at the top of the stairs with him.
Hopefully the woman who kept trying tog et people to move into Shane's house would get the hint and chuck the house up as a lose; it was a lot of work haunting people until they left; though Shane had gotten rather good at the whole process. But now the house was empty save for him and that was how he wanted it.
He had only played a few notes on the guitar when his head snapped his to attention as the sound of the front door being unlocked sounded through the house.
No; he had just gotten rid of them...he had just gotten the house back!
Shoving the guitar aside Shane scrambled to his feet and pressed himself into the shadows. He gathered his powers from the house; he figured it was the house's way to apologize for failing to protect him when he was alive.
"Anyone home?"
Shane's eyes darkened; the man whoever he was felt different and he didn't like it...and he was annoying...just by his voice. He was going to have to go this wasn't his house it was Shane's house and the stranger wasn't welcome.
Closing his eyes for a moment Shane focused his energy and the front door slammed violently in response to the man's question.
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on May 30, 2010 10:27:02 GMT -4
As soon as he had got the door open, Jericho realized his plant was sitting on the steps leading to the porch where he'd had the driver settle it. Jericho had no interest in plants, he'd never kept one alive. When he left this house to return to Europe, the new tenant would get the plant.
He turned back and retrieved the pink pot with the green leaves poking from it. A pink pot? Really? A single guy buys a hard to sell house from you and you give him a damned pink pot Jericho rolled his eyes. He wondered if Alexia liked plants.
As he turned back to the door, he started to take a step over the threshold, the door slammed shut in his face.
"Whoa!" Jericho jumped back about three feet, staring at the door as though he thought it might burst into flames as well.
Now there were a number of reasons a door could slam shut....one, there was a draft in the house. Two, there was a person in the house, but given that he was a vampire, Jericho would have smelled them and that wasn't the case at all. And three, the house really was haunted.
If it was the first, who cared? And if it was the third, eh, oh well. Regardless, Jericho didn't give a rat's ass. It was his house and he was going to live in it....for as long as Chicago kept his interest.
Grumbling to himself, Jericho opened the door again.
"All right, that was....cute." He called in case there was a spirit listening. "If there's a ghost in here, you might as well just show yourself. We can get the introductions out of the way."
Jericho flipped on the light switch just inside the door. On the table directly under it was another plant, in yet another pink pot, which contained a note reiterating just how happy his agent was that he'd bought the place.
"God, were they running a special on these damn things?" Jericho muttered, putting the plant he was holding down next to it. Maybe Silverton needed a plant.
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Post by Shane Lyghte on Jun 1, 2010 7:30:11 GMT -4
Shane kept himself to the shadows in the upstais hallway; he usually looked forward to the night time it was actually the only time where he could at least pretend to still be some what human. Hell he could pass for it....save for the not being able to leave the house part but that was a minor set back considering what went on during the day. But during the day he was better shielded by the house and there was the whole "ghostly mist" deal that made haunting a lot more efficent though the slammed door did seem to make a good first statement he thought...until the man came back.
"All right, that was....cute. If there's a ghost in here, you might as well just show yourself. We can get the introductions out of the way."
Narrowing his eyes drastically Shane took several more steps back until his back hit the end of the hallway. This man wasn't going to be easy to get rid of; he could already tell and that was just...bad. But then again he had experienced stubborn people before; even people who didn't believe in the supernatural and everyone....EVERYONE had a trigger and all Shane would need to do was find this mans trigger.
But for now he would be mroe then pleased for expressing his hour of discontent.
Taking note of the light that was shinning from down the stairs near the front of the door Shane decided that perhaps a more destructive course of action was key so making sure he was all the way at the end of the hallway his bright blue eyes focused and pulling as much energy from the house as possible and listened contently as the hallway lightbulb exploded in a shower of sparks and glass and just to add a bit more effect to it some of the other downstairs lights flickered on and off before bursting...he hated to cause a mess but he would be more then happy to clean it up if it meant having the house to himself once more.
Then just for added effect the front door swung open...a rather clear sign he thought.
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on Jun 1, 2010 12:22:55 GMT -4
Jericho did a quick observation of the room he was standing it. It looked nice. And it was in good shape. Not that he ever put a ton of effort into decorating his places, but he might call in an interior decorator before he started renting the place once he got bored in it's shelter. Being so close to Navy Pier, the tourists had to love this place.
But that thought didn't last long because all of a sudden, the light above him burst into about a million pieces which showered down on him.
"Ah, hell, seriously?!" Jerich frowned up at the ceiling, but before he could really wrap his brain around the circumstances, the other downstairs lights blinked on and off and then exploded.
Well, this was a royal mess. Jericho made a mental note to call the realtor and ask her to recommend a good cleaning service tomorrow. There was no way he was cleaning this up on his own. Jericho Nadasdy did not clean.
"I fcking hate poltergists." He muttered. And then the front door was swining open. Well, he could take a hint, but the problem was Jericho didn't care.
"Well that's real nice." He called to whatever spirit was listening. Slamming the door shut, he secured the lock, even though he wasn't sure if that would keep the spirit at bay.
Fortunately, he was a vampire, and vampire did have decent dark vision sight. Heading into what he figured must have been the living room, Jericho threw himself down on a sofa. Huh, the last owners really had left a bunch of stuff. He'd have to sort through it at some point.
Jericho stared up at the broken bulb in the ceiling light. This would cost a fortune to replace if he bought those special environmentally friendly bulbs. Eh, he'd take what the cleaning crew bought.
"Think again if you're trying to scare me!" He called, figuring that probably wouldn't solve the situation at hand.
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Post by Shane Lyghte on Jun 2, 2010 12:41:40 GMT -4
Shane was not amused in the least bit that the man below did not seem to be getting the hint. The house was silent enough that the voice from below traveled perfectly up the stairs though he would be slightly screwed if any investigating was done especially considering his current form by all accounts appeared human even if he was anything but.
"I fcking hate poltergeists."
Well now that did it! Shane was not a poltergeist...or at least he was fairly certain he wasn't...in truth he wasn't sure what he was it was almost like he was half vampire half ghost but that wasn't the point the point was the guy downstairs whoever or whatever he was was getting on Shane's last nerve!
"Well that's real nice."
And then the door was slammed shut which would have been awesome if it would have been accompanied by the sound of the man leaving....instead of making himself comfortable in the livingroom.
"Think again if you're trying to scare me!"
Shane risked creeping down the hallway being sure to take as much care as possible as he went though a few creaks would no doubt add to his cause but didn't want the man scared he wanted him gone.......there was a major difference.
Glaring down the stairs Shane focused his energy on the fire place within the livingroom and a few moments later fire bellowed out of the fire place catching the rug on fire and burning violently within the fire place. He would prefer not to burn the house down...but Shane was willing to sacrifice the rug to get the guy out...perhaps the threat of burning to death would be enough. As Shane continued to glare the fire burned brightly and more hot within the fireplace and threatening to spill out on more then just the rug which was burning rather efficiently.
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on Jun 2, 2010 22:09:37 GMT -4
Jericho kicked his legs up on the opposite end of the couch and watched the moonlight filter through the window. He needed a decorator, and a housekeeper. He'd take care of that in the morning as humans tended to frown on these phone calls at this hour of the evening.
From above him-somewhere-Jericho thought he heard creaking. There was a ghost in this house that certainly had creativity. Jericho couldn't lie, he was impressed. He just wanted the thing to calm down!
And then he lost his ability to concentrate because a fire was bursting from the fireplace and onto the rug before it.
"Ah, son of a-!" Jericho half fell off of the sofa and dove for the rug. He didn't want his investment torched-at least not in the first hour of his owning it!
Jericho grabbed the rug, barely feeling the pain as the fire burned his flesh. He pounded most of it out with his hands, and then landed on top of it, stomping the remainder with his boots.
Once the rug was out, Jericho opened the window and pitched the burned fabric onto a bush under the window. The rug didn't look like something he was overly into, so he didn't care about its demise.
"All right, that's enough." Jericho looked down at his burned hands and was pleased to see that the burns were disappearing. This was one of those moments where he wished he was a supernatural creature who could make it rain on command.
Making his way into the kitchen, Jericho found a plastic bowl on the counter. He filled it with water from the sink and then carried it back into the living room. Pouring it on the fire, he stepped away from the smoke least it taint the smell of his hair.
"Get out here and show yourself! We need to have words about this!" Jericho put the empty bowl back on the couch and made sure his hands were no longer burned. He had had quite enough of this. The spirit was going to burn the house down if he wasn't careful!
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Post by Shane Lyghte on Jun 3, 2010 7:41:49 GMT -4
A rather pleased adn slightly amused smile crossed Shane's face as he heard the comotion coming from downstairs as the man no doubt attempted to sort out his fire welcoming gift; the only thing that was a shame was that Shane couldn't see it from upstairs but that was a small price to pay for the man getting the hell out.
"All right, that's enough."
"Oh you have no idea," Shane muttered to himself as he caught of glimpse of the man as he was making his way into the kitchen and then back into the living room. He was tempted to drop the hallway chandlier on the man but even that was too Phantom of the Opera for Shane's liking...but he would keep it in reserve should he need it later.
Shane frowned slightly as he immediately felt the fire extinguish...that was unfortunate he had been rather pleased with the fire but maybe the man just wanted it out before he left; didn't want to be blamed for another Chicago fire.
"Get out here and show yourself! We need to have words about this!"
Shane frowned slightly as the man instead fo leaving took to scolding...this was not going at all as planned!
Peering down over the edge of the stairs Shane ducked within the shadows once more almost taking out the end table behind him as he glared down the stairs. The others had been much easier to get rid of....
But the man wanted words.....they could have words...Shane always did enjoy a good horror movie. Ducking into the open door of his bedroom Shane focused his energy as much as he could as he was pleased to hear the sounds of crumbeling sounded from upstairs.
Downstairs in the leaving rooms the walls shook and in a few moments time the words "GET OUT" had appeared carved into the wall and then several moments later "blood" poured its way down the livingroom walls.
If this didn't do it Shane was out of magic tricks...along with running out of strength; it would have been something else entirely had this been the day but he was "human" at night that came with limits.
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on Jun 3, 2010 22:05:02 GMT -4
Jericho was pleased. His house was not burning down anymore. If this spirit spread the firey brimstones of hell again, Jericho was going to go through the ceiling-literally.
Now he waited patiently for the spirit to pull its next trick, because he figured that there was no way this guy was done. Jericho had encountered some interesting spirits in his life, but this was one of the most active.
And there it was! Jericho sighed heavily as the words GET OUT appeared, soon followed by a cascade of blood.
Jericho shook his head. He knew exactly what the spirit wanted him to do, so there was no way he was going to do that-not that he was really scared anyway, as much as annoyed.
So he did what any irritated vampire would-he raised his hands into the air and started to clap.
"Bravo." He called out. "Well, bravo. That was better than the West End production of Wicked I saw. You're very good at your haunt Now why don't you get out here so we can talk?"
He folded his arms calmly in the middle of his chest and looked around. If the spirit didn't show itself, Jericho was going to have to go on a mission to see if he couldn't locate something out of the ordinary. He hoped the ghost would just come out and talk to him.
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Post by Shane Lyghte on Jun 4, 2010 0:50:04 GMT -4
There was silence downstairs...no yelling...no leaving...no nothing. That was not what Shane had expected nor what he had wanted. Pulling himself from the bed Shane crept along the hallway being sure to stick to the shadows along the wall as he neared the edge of the stairs. The house was dark thanks to the broken light bulbs but Shane could still feel the man; the house could feel him and whatever it was he brought with him and Shane didn't like it.
Shane's face fell significantly as the sound of clapping sounded from the livingroom...this man was a nightmare!
"Bravo. Well, bravo. That was better than the West End production of Wicked I saw."
Shane merely stared down the dark stairs towards the livingroom, towards the man and he literally felt his body tremble with frusturation and perhaps a tad bit of anger and in response the house trembeled slightly on its foundation causing even the windows to shake for the briefest of moments. Closing his eyes for a moemnt Shane did his best to calm himself; it wouldn't even do him any good if he caused the whole house to come crashing down around them.
You're very good at your haunt Now why don't you get out here so we can talk?"
Forcing his eyes open Shane held his spot at the top of the stairs. Everyone who had enetered the Lyghte House since his parents had left had come and they had gone...thanks to Shane; this was something new to him something he didn't begin to know how to deal with.
Shane took 3 steps down before sitting himself upon the wooden stairs staying for the most part hidden in the shadows still.
"There is nothing to talk about. Get out of my house."
Shane's voice sounded foreign even to him as it carried itself down the stairs. This was his house if only for the fact that he couldn't leave; he had tried time and time again and failed. He was tied to the house therefor he didn't much care for company.
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on Jun 5, 2010 22:05:10 GMT -4
Jericho waited, as patiently as a man who was waiting for a sign from a spirit could wait. Fortunately for the spirit, Jericho liked spirits. He'd met a few who were super annoying because they wanted to talk at all hours of the night, or they freaked out if someone other than him graced their property, but that hadn't made him really dislike them.
"There is nothing to talk about. Get out of my house."
Moments after he'd heard some more overhead creaking, Jericho heard the voice. He waited to see if there was any further statement, but he didn't hear anything else.
"So this is your house?" He asked, taking half a step towards the stairs. He didn't want to freak the spirit out. "Did you die here?"
He looked up, but didn't see any ghostly glow or anything of that sort. He took another step closer, but still kept the area where the voice came from out of his direct range of vision.
"Look, there's something you need to realize here. You can't scare me out of here. I'm not human."
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Post by Shane Lyghte on Jun 7, 2010 0:45:04 GMT -4
"So this is your house?"
Shane's eyes narrowed as he heard the man coming closer. The fact that he was no longer trying to burn down the house had not been an invitation for a chat session. Shane tensed as the man came into view at the bottom of the hallway. He was still out of sight; hidden by the shadows and by the location of where he was upon the stairs. Just high enough to be out of sight but low enough to see the entrance and hallway of the house.
"Did you die here?"
A low growl sounded from Shane's throat but it was quickly silenced as he took in the man's location...in the hallway...a few steps from the stairs. That was actually exactly where he had died...right there.
Shane scooted up the one of the stiars as he saw the man look up the stairs; though he was fairly certain he had not been seen. He didn't want an episode of "Ghost Hunters," he simply wanted the man out of his house and life...or well after life to go on as it had.
"Look, there's something you need to realize here. You can't scare me out of here. I'm not human."
Shane scooted up one more step until he found himself seated at the very top of the stiars once more. He wasn't afraid...after all he was dead and he had known there was something off about the man from the moment he stepped into the house. But in truth it didn't matter if the person was human or a unicorn; he was still in his house and he was unwelcome.
"Everything can die," Shane explained keeping close to the walls and therefor the shadows.
"Now get out!"
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on Jun 7, 2010 21:42:13 GMT -4
Jericho ran his fingers through his hair. This was getting quite exhausting. He was half in the mood to run out for a bite and then come back, hoping that things had cooled down, and then he would have a bit of peace.
But on the other hand, he wanted to at least see if he couldn't work out a deal with this spirit tonight. The thing had tried so hard to scare him off, now that he was talking to it, that had to mean something right?
"Everything can die,"
"Everything does die, and that's a fact. And maybe everything that dies some day comes back." Jericho could not resist quoting his favorite Springsteen song. He adored the song. He'd listened to that song several hundred times since Springsteen had released it. In fact, he probably needed a new CD since his skipped. Oh well, maybe once he got the ghost under control he could actually access Itunes.
"Now get out!"
"Dude, stop saying that." Jericho said, staring up the stairs towards where the voice was coming from. "Look, I bought the house. I won't be here all the time. You'll have it to yourself as much as you want. Just let me sleep for a few hours in the morning."
Was he really trying to bargain with ghost? Apparently so. Was it working? Jericho couldn't tell.
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Post by Shane Lyghte on Jun 9, 2010 11:58:16 GMT -4
Shane pulled his feet up so that he was sitting cross legged on the top of the stairs pushed back slightly away from the edge when he noticed the man staring up into the shadows of above. He had caught a quick glance of the man and that was more then enough and Shane wanted to keep the fact that he had stayed out of sight in place. Though it being night there was very little he could do in regards to hiding himself since he was as solid as the man in the hallway was until the sun came up. But if push came to shove he could always slip into the hidden room which sat at the end of the hallway. He had enjoyed it as a child and when there were others in the house it allowed him to have a place of his own until he got them out...which he would need to be better at as far as this man went.
He had managed to take some of his things when his parents had moved away but he hadn't been able to get much; some clothes they wouldn't notice a picture here and there and his Playstation which had been a God send...it got rather lonesome being a ghost and not being able to go anywhere and now he had the guitar from the last people to live here which was a plus but all of that was tucked upstairs and if the man kept pushing Shane would fins himself tucked up there until he formulated a better plan.
"Everything does die, and that's a fact. And maybe everything that dies some day comes back."
...And now he was rhyming...awkward.
"Dude, stop saying that. Look, I bought the house. I won't be here all the time. You'll have it to yourself as much as you want. Just let me sleep for a few hours in the morning."
Mornings really wouldn't be much of a problem given the fact that Shane turned into nothing around that time...but no; this was his house and he didn't need company nor did he want it.
"You shouldn't have bought the house; it isn't yours to buy," Shane responded his eyes glaring down into the darkness where he knew the man to be standing.
"You have the evening and then you need to be on your way. If you wish to stay it will be at your own demise," Shane explained.
He really didn't have any sort of place giving out threats but it was a nice touch....though he should probably figure out what sort of "thing" the man downstairs was but that would no doubt come up sicne the guy seemed to enjoy talking.
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on Jun 9, 2010 20:14:05 GMT -4
Jericho walked over to lean against the wall by the stairs. He kept his back against it so that he wasn't looking up at the spirit. He figured that as much of a spirit didn't want to be seen, this one didn't want to be.
"You shouldn't have bought the house; it isn't yours to buy,"
"Well, someone put it on the market, so apparently it was. I know your kind likes your space, but sorry buddy. Life does go on for some people."
Jericho waited. That wasn't going to go well. He half expected the wall to come down on top of him.
"You have the evening and then you need to be on your way. If you wish to stay it will be at your own demise,"
"Dude, that is not happening. You are not calling the shots here. Besides, there are only a handful of ways I can die. I don't think angry spirit is one of them. I'm not human, so try your best."
Jericho didn't try to be an ass, he was just honest. Unfortunately people on this planet who tried to be honest just ended up being branded as asses. The ghost was probably about to claim him as such.
"You like Springsteen?" He asked hesitantly.
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