Room 210 [Thursday, Early Evening]
Kate wasn't easily scared, or even easily perturbed, and yet every time she ducked her head to do anything, there was an echoing giggle, from the darkest corner -- from within her wards, and it sent an uncomfortable tingle down the back of her neck.
The doll, when she eventually spotted it, seemed almost pathetic. Moth-eaten, headless and... that in itself decidedly unnerving. She glared at it, glanced away at another clunk from behind, and looked back down to find the decapitated toy was gone.
Well, not quite gone. The unearthly giggle remained. Apparently her death glare needed a little more work.
Ryan would just have to excuse her roommate sharpening her knifes in the room. For tonight, anyway.
[[ Door and post are open. Creepy doll is creepy. ]]
The doll, when she eventually spotted it, seemed almost pathetic. Moth-eaten, headless and... that in itself decidedly unnerving. She glared at it, glanced away at another clunk from behind, and looked back down to find the decapitated toy was gone.
Well, not quite gone. The unearthly giggle remained. Apparently her death glare needed a little more work.
Ryan would just have to excuse her roommate sharpening her knifes in the room. For tonight, anyway.
[[ Door and post are open. Creepy doll is creepy. ]]