[ Afternoon ][ Lynne woke up late today, her overexertion into investigating the place finally getting to her. Maybe, for a day like this one, it would have been better to stay asleep--but when are people ever that lucky? The sound of the weather battering against the walls and rooftop jolt her up. But this was joined by something else; the sound of moaning and wails haunted her, coming from no particular direction. She had wandered around the house, and turned on the voice feed. No matter where, she couldn't escape it. And did she want to? It was hard to tell... maybe she was also searching for answers. ]The bodies they're... they're still there...
They're crying... Soft but. Is it getting louder? "Save us!
Save us! Come back--! Bring us back!"[ She gulps, and hesitates to reply back. ]I... I can't! I'm sorry! I don't have the power to... I can't do anything like that! I wish I could... you have no idea...
[ There's a clatter, caused by Lynne herself bumping into a table--though she isn't aware of it. Her breathing's getting heavier, and she's in a cold sweat. It felt like all the movie posters she was in, their eyes were following. Dark figures of sharp-clawed hands, reached from the walls, attempting to grab her. ]D-don't grab me! Go away!
Stop looking at me!![ There's the further sound of her tumbling into furniture, hurting herself through the jagged edges. ]A-a
hhh! [ Because none of the other exact sounds Lynne heard could actually be there for anyone else, the crisp sound of the snapping clamp of a mousetrap can be heard. Where an incidental object had fallen to trigger it, Lynne saw a moving mouth, that couldn't be heard, but widely smiled, and continually laughed. Laughed about what? Or was it laughing at her, and how useless she was in everything? ]Shut up! Shut up shut up SHUTUP!
[ Wielding the butcher knife, she had picked up, she swung down with all her might, leaving the mousetrap clean in two, and an ugly jag on the floor. Lynne herself, is still gasping for breath. ]