Who: Nancy Thompson, Tagging, any of the ghosts.
Where: Her Bedroom
When: 12:15pm
Rating: TBD
OOC comment: Posting order, please.


A chill swept through the air once Nancy left the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around her chest and rubbed her arms for warmth. Obviously someone found the air conditioning She quickly found the staircase and took the steps two at a time. Upon reaching the 2nd floor, she walked past each of the bedrooms, stopping only momentarily to glance inside the room Brigitte,Ginger and JD occupied. "Ew", she said loud enough for them to hear.

Shaking her head she made her way down to her own room. Stepping inside she looked for a light source, spotting a window on the opposite wall, she skipped over and jerked the curtains open. No light came through the window, for it was being blocked on the other side by a solid object. A solid object with...eyes.

Taking into consideration she was apparently on the second floor, she doubted whomever, or whatever was standing there, was not of the human variety. Stumbling back with fear she landed on her bed.

((ooc: if any of the ghosts would like to be that "figure" now is your chance :p ))

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.

Who: Ash Williams and OPEN TO ALL
Where: Ash's Bedroom then Hallway on the second floor
When: 10am
Rating:TBD


“Shop smart, shop S-mart”, Ash murmured in his sleep as he tossed and turned on the bed. He had been saying that motto so often at work that it had leaked into his dreams. It was better than his more recent nightmares of deadites, freaky time travel adventures, and being chopped into pieces but the thing was, Ash wasn’t supposed to be asleep. He was supposed to be at S-mart, doing over-time to make up for all those shifts he missed while he was back in the past fighting evil demons. As if knowing this in his sleep, Ash suddenly jerked awake and sat up right in his bed. “What…who…how?” he incoherently sputtered as his blue eyes darted around the room. It was pretty, nice, defiantly a chick’s room, and certainly not Ash’s. Did I get lucky last night? he wondered for a moment. Where’s the lucky girl then? Somehow Ash didn’t think this was the case. Wasn’t I at work?

Yes, that was it. He had been at work, talking/hitting on the new girl in electronics when that old man had approached him. Approached him and tried to make him take an envelope, even though Ash refused because he had a bad feeling about the old coot. “Looks like my instincts were right again”, Ash muttered as he stood up and looked around the room. It looked like he had been kidnapped but that was stupid. Who the hell would wanna kidnap him?

Ash’s attention was distracted by the glint of light hitting off his metal hand. Oh..fuck. This didn’t have anything to do with that damn book, did it? “I’m gonna kill that jerk”, Ash swore before turning and running out of his bedroom. It was that gray-haired son-of-a-bitch who was behind this, he just knew it. “Hey grandpa, where they hell are you?” Ash yelled out as he moved down the hallway. “Yoo-hoo, anybody home?” he added with a sarcastic tone, cupping his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder before they dropped helplessly to his side. What the hell was going on here?