Who: May Canady and OPEN
When: 10:30 am
Where: Library
Rating: TBD
OOC note: Please follow a posting order.

Like others, May awoke in a simple bedroom on the second floor. However, unlike the others, May had a very distinct look about her as she was still wearing her Halloween costume. A red patch-work dress made mostly of leather, suede, and silk, her old-fashioned white and black Mary Jane heels and blood covering her forearms and hands. When May finally opened her eyes, they itched from having been asleep with her contacts on and her hands were sticky with the dried blood. She sat on the bed for a few minutes, staring around the bedroom in shock before she rose to her feet and moved with a dream like quality to the door. I must be asleep, the tiny killer decided as she reached the door. It was the only explanation, the only logical one and May just assumed she had passed once she got home with her ‘goodies’.

Convinced that it was still a dream, May ignored the voices she heard of the other house-guests off in the distance and went in search for a bathroom. She had a strong urge to wash her hands now but it wasn’t until she reached the main floor that she found the bathroom. For a few quiet minutes May washed her hands in peace, humming contently until she had that odd feeling of being watched creep over her. Her blue, nearly perfect eyes travelled up the mirror when she saw the child standing behind her. Blond curls and bright blue eyes with a shy smile, those were the first details May noticed. “Hello”, she said as she slowly turned around, drying her hands on a nearby towel. The child giggled and suddenly walked through the door.

May’s eyebrows shot up but the strange girl was more curious then frightened. After all, this was just a dream, wasn’t it? With her heels muffled by the carpet in the hallway, May followed the girl outside the bathroom. Just in time to see the young ghost slip through the library door.

“Impossible”, May breathed as she moved to follow

Who: Billy Loomis : Open to everyone.
Where: Main floor: Kitchen
When: 10am
Rating: R for language.

Billy had always been an early riser and even being transported hadn't changed that. About twenty minutes ago he had woken up in a strange bedroom in his corn syrup and blood stained tee-shirt and jeans with no memory of how he had gotten there. Correction, almost no memory. He could remember what he had been doing last, which was chasing Sidney around her house as that fucking bitch slipped away from Billy and Stu. Then a stranger appeared around the corner. Billy hadn't known the man but that didn't stop him trying to stab the son-of-a-bitch but something weird had happened. Billy flew back, unable to harm the man who approached him and dropped a letter on Billy's chest. The next thing the homicidal teenager knew, he was in a bedroom in the middle of nowhere.

Originally Billy had planned to leave the house as he headed downstairs but once he got there, he realized he would be better off trying call someone or find whoever lived here. "Swanky", Billy said to himself as he moved down the hard wood stairs and into the carpeted hallway. He poked his head into the lounge for a moment but there wasn't a phone or living soul in there. The next was the kitchen. Billy's eyes widened as he took the large room in. "I guess there are worse places to end up", he said out loud as he moved into the warm room. His eyes traveled over the walls, the steel colored appliances but they couldn't find the one thing he was looking for.

"Where's the goddamn phone?" That was when he noticed the large kitchen knives in the wooden block on the counter. With a quick glance down at his clothes, Billy moved forward and pulled out a knife with a sticky hand. Sure, it looked ominous, the seemingly blood-stained young man holding a huge knife in his hand but Billy didn't care. He could always lie about what had happened, as he was planing to, and he'd rather have the knife on him, should he need it.

As soon as he thought of that, Billy hear a noise that sounded like it was coming from the hallway. He took one step and stopped. Okay, you're not that stupid! he told himself. You know what happens to people who check out creepy noises in horror movies.