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Fred ran frantically inside the mansion for the door, and pounded on it, "Let me out! LET ME OUT!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, then a hand reached out from the door and grabbed him, slowly pulling him into the wall, inches at a time. How could this happen? he thought, this was supposed to be an average mission, find out why Mr.Tucker had disappeared inside the mansion. First they had started out in the ballroom, and found nothing, then they had gone upstairs and still there were no clues. finally they had gone into the attic and all hell had broken loose. First a man, dressed in the most ridiculously fake vampire costume, had walked out of the shadows and grabbed Daphne, then bitten her savagely on the neck. He then threw her to the side, and chased after them. They pelted down the attic steps, and found that the house was different..... Bigger. The rooms had changed, and the doors were locked. After Daphne, they lost Velma to a strange thing with snakes for heads, on look and it and turned her to stone. Fred, Shaggy and Scooby, had run down the stairs, when they were attacked by a strange man, whose body was covered in fur. he tackled them off the stair-case and they fell to the floor. Fred had kept running. As he was absorbed into the walls, his last thought was, It was Real, it was all REAL!, His last cry echoed throughout the house, followed by a loud creaking sound, to the discerning ear, it sounded almost as if the house...chuckled.


(One week later)

The House felt a hand on its door, and then more hands. It opened the door when it felt them retreat. Then the House felt footsteps in its floor as they came inside. The House rubbed two of its imaginary hands together in the attic, and it sounded like the roof was creaking. The door slammed shut behind them, sealing them inside. One by one, hands reached from the walls and tapped on the hides of the many monsters within it, . Time to hunt, came the thought into each of their minds.

(Make you posts on your character, Monsters, about how you feel on the House, Vampires will be starving for blood about now, werewolves, less so, but still hungry. MK's The door just opened and then slammed shut when you went in, react accordingly.

((Little thing right off the bat. *speak*=telepathy. Alandrir can't speak normally due to his jaw structure.))

Alandrir felt a hand tap on his head, the only part of his body that was sticking out of his artificial cavern of living glass. He opened one eye and saw that the hand that tapped on him had come out of the floor. He muttered an Arabian-sounding curse, then brought his head up. More intruders, eh? I just hope these ones can defend themselves. I would enjoy having a challenge before one of the other monsters kills them. *I'm up, I'm up. Just stop bothering me you stupid ghost.* He found the spirit of the House annoying, to say the least, which was one more reason why he was grateful that, for some reason, it couldn't penetrate the glass of his home.

He slowly got up and walked out. While he himself had no need to eat anything other than the glass of his cavern, which regrew right after he ate, he could still take some joy in a good challenge. Besides, maybe one of the intruders has something that could help me get out of this... place, for lack of a more accurate term to describe it.

Fenrir was proded by a hand from behind him. He turned quickly, ready to rip the hand off whoever it belonged to.
It was the House gettig in contact with him. Brilliant.
Wait, there were more intruders that just got trapped inside, now things were looking up for him. He had some more prey to hunt.
He slowly made his way out of his large cave and looked around. Which way to go?

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Brittany turned as the door slammed behind her. That was weird, there wasn't enough wind to result in the door slamming yet it just did. She looked at the others "What the he'll is going on?"

Todd looked around him. Creaking boards, spiderwebs in the corners, broken windows, and now the door closing on its own. "Yep, we are in a haunted house." He tossed a vial of holy water against the wall and it shattered, yet nothing happened. "Strange, usually there is some response." Unknowingly, two hands reached up and tied his shoelaces in a knot, then shook a fist at his back.
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Miria jumped back as the door slammed shut and banged against the wall. The vial of holy water shattered near her and some of it got near her, giving her a slight burn on her arm. She hid it under her sleeve and glanced around some her, trying to discern exactly what kind of haunted house this was.
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Alex looked around, meh, doors closed like that all the time, it was simply one of the things that happened. he was more concerned with checking out Brittany. Damn, she is smoking, he thought.

Wolfwing snarled as he felt something prod him, and he lashed out behind him to attack the wall in a crazed frenzy. He stopped when he realized that it was but a wall. He grunted then inhaled deeply.

Food.... he whispered.

He leaped off the railing above a main opening and glided down to the hallway below. Not the hallway in which the humans had found themselves however. Wolfwing sniffed again, then was pointed in the direction to his left.

West..

He stomped off to the humans, a strong scent. They must have come as a group.

Alandrir was headed down the hall when he saw Wolfwing prowl ahead of him. He debated whether to contact him or not. The beast could be dangerous, but he had a fantastic sense of smell. He made up his mind and followed the hybrid. *Hey, Wolf! You got any idea which way the humans are?*

Wolfwing turned his head at the sound of a voice in his head (I hope the * means it's telepathy). There was Alandrir, a beast he had noticed a few times in the house.

"They're West" he said.

((See my first post.))

Alandrir's face grew into what could be considered a draconic smile. *Good. There are plenty of big rooms that way. We might enjoy playing with these humans a while before we kill them, eh Wolf?* He walked forward so that he was face-to-face with Wolfwing. *They might be able to put up a decent fight this time. Could be fun.*

Wolfwing snorted.

"They might have grown smarter," Wolfwing said. "They might have come armed... Nevertheless, we will go. There are plenty of rooms around that area anyway, as you said. Make haste.

Wolfwing charged through the corridor and knocked down the double doors that got in his way. He hoped that Alandrir would get the message and follow him.

Alandrir's smile became a tooth-baring grin as his mane flared out. He ran after Wolfwing, his tail knocking portraits off the walls and vases off small tables. Oh yes. This will be fun! *I was thinking a pincer movement, with one of us herding them into the library. What sort of strategy were you thinking of using when we run into them, if any?*

"Charge and devour!" Wolfwing howled in laughter as he continued running.

Alandrir's grin changed to a doubtful expression. *And if they are ready for an all-out charge? You might want to consider a backup plan for once, Wolf. That way we're ready if your attempt goes molten.*

"Well if they are prepared, I shall let you take the lead," Wolfwing said.

He sniffed the air; they were close now.

Alandrir's eyes widened as he hit the brakes, grabbing Wolfwing's tail in his mouth to stop him. *Me? Why me? I'm an ambusher! You're the one who's better in up-front melee!*

Wolfwing yelped a little in surprise as he was suddenly pulled back by the dragon.

"Wow, watch it!! Had I not had an inkling that was you, I would have taken your arm off! I'm not one for plan making. I'll leave that to you. I'll carry it out."