Mod Journal for St. Margaret's. (saintly_mods) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-09-24 08:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | location: the graveyard, npc: headmistress menides |
Narrative: Bump in the Night
WHO: --
WHEN: September 23, 2015, Autumnal Equinox, close to midnight [backdated, slightly]
WHERE: The Graveyard / Ms. Menides's Quarters
NPCs: ??? / Ms. Menides
Graveyards always felt more ominous during the evening hours if you were the superstitious sort. The kind that worried that at any moment, a hand would spring out of a grave, heralding the arrival of the dead. Or perhaps the fear that spirits lingered there, crying out for those long gone and incapable of moving on. Something is amiss. Ms. Menides opened her eyes. She didn't know if she felt or if the voices of her sisters had whispered to her, but she knew she knew. Her sisters were not supposed to interfere with her, not now that she inhabited this almost human-body, but she felt something was awry. Like a joint in her spine had not aligned properly, or like there was something in her vision, but just too close to see. The future was a tangled knot, and Ms. Menides was, for once, operating almost blind. Humanity really was a bother sometimes. The Headmistress rose from the bed like a vampire rising from the grave, her body as solemn and stiff as it ever was. She opened the curtains, her eyes not impeded by the darkness. The owl would have been jealous of her nightsight. She couldn't see anything wrong, but she still felt it. Some thing was stirring, something that did not belong. Something dangerous. It wasn't the Wendigo. It was something wholly different. Ms. Menides resolved: tomorrow, she would inform the teachers. Keep an extra eye out. Keep the students safe and unworried, especially with the disappearance of the young vampire. She felt unbalanced, bothered by all the things she had not foreseen. Ms. Menides would not return to bed that night. |