Asylum Log IV; [Audio] Backdated to 7th, right Before Sirens.
[With the last of what possessions Dr. Seward and Dr. Van Helsing had neatly packed away the two had ventured out past Winther's Lake to a partially secluded manor on the border of Sector 7 and Sector 4. A manor they would be claiming shortly as their own, if all went well. The deed to the property had been surprisingly uncomplicated to procure, but that was due in part to a certain Newcomer caseworker he'd be needing to thank later on.
As the Doctor drew up the cobblestone walkway, and through a heavily overgrown cluster of trees his radio transmitter bumped about in his jacket, turning the contraption on. One might hear the swish of fabric against the receiver for a moment until quite unexpectedly...A raspy-sounding voice crackled the feed.
Ah, gentlemen. I am s~so glad you could make it. Miss Mayer told me you'd be coming, Doctor.
[It was the sort of sound to raise hairs, and nearly made Seward's heart stop. A grizzly-haired man with a haggard face and shifty eyes wheezed and laughed, appearing a most gruesome figure indeed. His manner and gait was that of a physical laborer heavily bent with age, with a hobble that made itself more than evident as he moved.]
Had she indeed? I hadn't been aware we'd be...
[Be meeting someone...The letter hadn't informed him. It only gave the address, and that the key would be left in front. No mention of a...groundskeeper anywhere. An oddity surely, but he'd dismiss it as a simple discrepancy. Mistakes could easily be made, and not that it was an important one.]
Come on then..Let me show you your new home.
[There's an eagerness in that visage, but...He can't place it beyond the initial chill down his spine, and so he moves behind the strange keeper until they reach the heavy wooden doors. With a 'click' the door swung open, letting out a burst of cold, stale air. Seward holds a cloth to his nose, drifting forward as though drawn in even with his Professor in the background.]
Oh, seems a tad drafty. Maybe they'll send someone round to fix that. No one's been here in years, you know.
[He takes a step inside with the creak of floorboards, slowly assessing the span of the room. Fingers press more tightly to the cloth shielding his nostrils yet he can't help but cough from the sheer amount of dust.]
Careful where you step. Never know 'bout these old places. Hee, hee, hee.
[It wasn't until he was fully inside that he was beginning to think that him being inside the dark estate by himself was a bad idea. He'd likely be fine, or so he told himself despite the eerie feeling welling up through him. There was a whisper at his neck and he turned, thinking his Professor had followed him in.]
...Abraham?
[No response. Swallowing he trailed forward just a bit more until his eyes adjusted in full, seeing out of the corner of his vision what he thought were two dots of glowing red. It disappeared when he looked fully..But it had alarmed him enough that he found himself slowly making back for the entrance.
Just a few inches more and as he lifted his hand the doors themselves began to rattle with unnatural force, and before Seward could so much as make his escape they slammed shut, trapping him inside.]
D-dear God!
[There was obvious panic in his voice as he tugged and tugged at the handles, and then came a louder, still more unearthy shriek that pierced the ears from behind him..A sort that could likely peel the skin off one's bones for all its volume. Seward's fists pounding on the doors and muffled scraping sounds were the last things to be heard as the receiver hit the ground and cut out completely.]
[ ooc: Yeah, so. About that house. It's allegedly haunted. And there's...things in there.]
As the Doctor drew up the cobblestone walkway, and through a heavily overgrown cluster of trees his radio transmitter bumped about in his jacket, turning the contraption on. One might hear the swish of fabric against the receiver for a moment until quite unexpectedly...A raspy-sounding voice crackled the feed.
Ah, gentlemen. I am s~so glad you could make it. Miss Mayer told me you'd be coming, Doctor.
[It was the sort of sound to raise hairs, and nearly made Seward's heart stop. A grizzly-haired man with a haggard face and shifty eyes wheezed and laughed, appearing a most gruesome figure indeed. His manner and gait was that of a physical laborer heavily bent with age, with a hobble that made itself more than evident as he moved.]
Had she indeed? I hadn't been aware we'd be...
[Be meeting someone...The letter hadn't informed him. It only gave the address, and that the key would be left in front. No mention of a...groundskeeper anywhere. An oddity surely, but he'd dismiss it as a simple discrepancy. Mistakes could easily be made, and not that it was an important one.]
Come on then..Let me show you your new home.
[There's an eagerness in that visage, but...He can't place it beyond the initial chill down his spine, and so he moves behind the strange keeper until they reach the heavy wooden doors. With a 'click' the door swung open, letting out a burst of cold, stale air. Seward holds a cloth to his nose, drifting forward as though drawn in even with his Professor in the background.]
Oh, seems a tad drafty. Maybe they'll send someone round to fix that. No one's been here in years, you know.
[He takes a step inside with the creak of floorboards, slowly assessing the span of the room. Fingers press more tightly to the cloth shielding his nostrils yet he can't help but cough from the sheer amount of dust.]
Careful where you step. Never know 'bout these old places. Hee, hee, hee.
[It wasn't until he was fully inside that he was beginning to think that him being inside the dark estate by himself was a bad idea. He'd likely be fine, or so he told himself despite the eerie feeling welling up through him. There was a whisper at his neck and he turned, thinking his Professor had followed him in.]
...Abraham?
[No response. Swallowing he trailed forward just a bit more until his eyes adjusted in full, seeing out of the corner of his vision what he thought were two dots of glowing red. It disappeared when he looked fully..But it had alarmed him enough that he found himself slowly making back for the entrance.
Just a few inches more and as he lifted his hand the doors themselves began to rattle with unnatural force, and before Seward could so much as make his escape they slammed shut, trapping him inside.]
D-dear God!
[There was obvious panic in his voice as he tugged and tugged at the handles, and then came a louder, still more unearthy shriek that pierced the ears from behind him..A sort that could likely peel the skin off one's bones for all its volume. Seward's fists pounding on the doors and muffled scraping sounds were the last things to be heard as the receiver hit the ground and cut out completely.]
[ ooc: Yeah, so. About that house. It's allegedly haunted. And there's...things in there.]