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[When the night sweeps in, it seems a simple enough evening. Another evening just like any other. The moon hangs heavy in the sky and there’s perhaps, if anything, an unnatural stillness in the air. Perhaps it’s easy to dismiss that as the eeriness that permeates this island, that unsettling whisper that always prickles at the back of the neck, that one little thread that keeps you from fully relaxing.
Still, it isn’t necessarily a cause for alarm when night falls. It isn’t necessarily a cause for alarm when the fog rolls in, banking down all around. But it stays. It lingers. It grows thick and oppressive, almost suffocating in its unrelenting presence. It seems to follow you. It seems to close in around you. There could be a person walking right beside you and you’d never know—
And perhaps that’s the thing that’s most unsettling. Out of the corner of your eye, occasionally, there is the flicker of movement. As if someone is walking beside you, chasing you, reaching for you, trying to speak and unable. That distinctive, unnerving feeling that you are not alone.
You see a face, turn and— nothing. A trick of your mind, lost out in the fog? Or something else?
But that’s what it is. Eventually, they materialize fully: ghosts. Incorporeal faces of those you once knew, long gone from you now. They almost seem exactly as you remember them, except that your hand passes right through when you reach out. They cannot speak to you, no matter how hard they might try. They shift and flicker and disappear with the fog, as if fully entwined with it, unable to break free.
You’re surrounded by them. The question remains: do they mean you harm or are they longing for you as you do for them?]
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[ooc: Ghosts of the past event begins; go here for details/questions.]
Still, it isn’t necessarily a cause for alarm when night falls. It isn’t necessarily a cause for alarm when the fog rolls in, banking down all around. But it stays. It lingers. It grows thick and oppressive, almost suffocating in its unrelenting presence. It seems to follow you. It seems to close in around you. There could be a person walking right beside you and you’d never know—
And perhaps that’s the thing that’s most unsettling. Out of the corner of your eye, occasionally, there is the flicker of movement. As if someone is walking beside you, chasing you, reaching for you, trying to speak and unable. That distinctive, unnerving feeling that you are not alone.
You see a face, turn and— nothing. A trick of your mind, lost out in the fog? Or something else?
But that’s what it is. Eventually, they materialize fully: ghosts. Incorporeal faces of those you once knew, long gone from you now. They almost seem exactly as you remember them, except that your hand passes right through when you reach out. They cannot speak to you, no matter how hard they might try. They shift and flicker and disappear with the fog, as if fully entwined with it, unable to break free.
You’re surrounded by them. The question remains: do they mean you harm or are they longing for you as you do for them?]
[ooc: Ghosts of the past event begins; go here for details/questions.]