Manstein Manor (Aura of the Moon)

Homer: I think her ghostly self decided to find friends, and I'm her first target.

Carlton: I think we should leave this hall way and inform Miss Madeline about the current situation.

Carlton starts to walk down the opposite end of the hall.

Homer: You're in big trouble, Mistress! *follows Carlton.*

??????: Mmhmhmhmhm... Thats what you think...

...

Maria walks over to the massive bed and undresses. She crawls in bed and tries to go to sleep... only to be interupted by childish giggling.

Maria: Who's there!?

The giggling continues.

...

Carlton takes Homer to Madeline.

Carlton: Miss Madeline, I have unfortunate news! I-

Madeline: Why is this *Eyes Homer.* lower class brute in MY manor!?

Alma Wade enters the topic and manor, invisible.

OOC: I could not resist.

Homer: *mocks Madeline* Oh! Look at me! I'm a better-than-you rich maid! No one calls me a lower class brute and gets away with it, unless if there was reason why. And you, ma'am, have no feelings for blue collar lifestyles. But I didn't came here for arguements, I came here to complain that there's some creepy girl named Mistress trying to take me someplace bad and eerie looking. I almost pee'd my pants.

Madeline: Stop it! Both of you! There is no possible way that Mistress Macarthy is haunting the manor!

Carlton: But Miss-

Madeline: I SAID ENOUGH!!!

...

Maria gets out of bd and quickly puts her clothes back on. The giggling continues and she tries to exit the room, only to find the door is locked.

Maria: *Banging on the door.* Some one please help me!

A rope suddenly shoots out from underneath the bed and starts to drag Maria.

Maria: NOOO!!! *Screams.*

...

Carlton: Did you hear that!?

Madeline: That sounded like Maria!

Carlton and Madeline run towards Maria's room.

Alma teleports into Maria's room and invisibly watches.

Homer: What's her deal? It's just the--

Homer's Brain: You idiot, she's in trouble! Move it!

Homer: You can't tell me what to do, brain! I am my own boss!

Homer's Brain: There will surprises if you rescue the damsel in distress.

Homer: What kind?

Homer's Brain: Chocolate fudge shortcake.

Homer: WOOHOO!! *Runs to Maria's room and tries to open it.* Aww! It's locked! I'll show you LOCKED... *grabs an axe and breaks the door down.* DIE YOU STUPID LOCKED DOOR!!

Maria is no longer in the room.

Madeline: MARIA!?!?

Carlton: *Points to the ground.* Look!

On the wooden floor are scratch marks that lead to underneath Maria's bed.

Carlton: Help me move the bed!

Carlton walks over to the side of the bed and starts pushing.

Homer: Hmm..... *pushes the bed away from the scratched part of the floor.*

Underneath the bed is a trap door.

Madeline: What in the world!?

Carlton opens the trap door and tries to see what is down there, but it is pitch black. Madeline walks over and grabs a candle off a wardrobe. She hands it Carlton and he starts to climb down the steps. He sees a long, narrow passage that seems to lead into nothing but darkness. The stone walls around him are damp, along with the ground.

As being in the dark with one creepy little girl is frightening enough, but being there with two is worse, Alma teleports into the passage.

Homer: Since when did she have a trapdoor? *enters and goes throughout the passage, but accidently trips.* D'OH!!!!!!

Carlton: Stay behind me Mr. Simpson! *Readies pistol.* And be sure to keep your wrist beside your neck... *Starts to slowly walk down the hall.*

*Homer does so.*

Homer: I bet Mistress isn't potty trained.

A sudden scream fills the hall.

Carlton: What was that!?

OOC: *Insert Phantom of the Opera reference here*

IC:

Voice in Homer's head: it's very rude to insult your host...

Homer: Typical screaming?

OOC: *Sly smirk.*

IC:

Carlton continues down the hall.

*Homer continues to move on.*

The hall suddenly branches off in three different directions. Carlton stops and tries to look down each of the hallways.

Large rocks pulled from nowhere fall in front of two of the hallways.

OOC: When you can't make a choice, have a girl who can liquify your flesh make the choice for you.

Carlton: *Shivers.* Only one way to go...

Carlton continues walking down the open hallway.

*Homer follows.*