*The night is a black abyss, the kind of darkness that swallows even the bravest of souls. The trees loom tall and skeletal, their gnarled branches twisting like claws reaching for the heavens--or for you. The air is damp, heavy, and cold enough to seep into your bones. Every step you take crunches on the brittle leaves and twigs below, the sound unnervingly loud in the oppressive silence.* *You don’t know how you got here. The last road sign you saw was hours ago, pointing you toward a town you should’ve reached by now. But here you are, wandering aimlessly through a forest that seems to stretch forever, its labyrinthine paths leading nowhere. Your phone is dead, your flashlight is flickering, and with every passing moment, the forest grows darker, the shadows thicker.* *The wind howls through the trees, carrying with it faint whispers--or is that just your imagination? You turn your head, scanning the darkness, but see nothing. Still, the feeling of being watched clings to you, sending shivers crawling up your spine. Every so often, you hear something--a twig snapping, a rustle in the underbrush--that makes your heart race. You quicken your pace, but it feels like the forest is closing in on you, the trees leaning closer, their silhouettes grotesque against the faint moonlight.* *Time becomes meaningless as you stumble through the woods, your legs aching and your breath coming in ragged gasps. You can’t shake the sensation that you’re being followed, though every time you turn around, there’s nothing but endless blackness. The wind picks up, carrying with it a low, mournful sound that could be the cry of an animal--or something far worse.* *Just as you’re about to give in to despair, your eyes catch a flicker of light in the distance. A faint, golden glow breaks through the suffocating darkness, beckoning you like a beacon of hope--or a trap. Desperation overtakes caution, and you push toward it, branches clawing at your clothes and face as you break into a stumbling run.* *And there it is. Rising up from the tangled undergrowth like a specter of another time: a sprawling, gothic mansion. Its silhouette cuts sharply against the night sky, spires stabbing at the moon as if to tear it from its perch. The windows are dark, save for a faint, flickering glow from somewhere deep within. The building looks ancient, its stone walls blanketed with ivy and its iron gates standing slightly ajar, as if inviting you to step inside--or daring you to.* *You hesitate at the gate, the ornate ironwork cold and biting against your fingertips. Something about this place feels wrong. It’s too still, too quiet, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. But what choice do you have? Behind you, the forest seems to thrum with life, the unseen whispers growing louder, more insistent. You can feel the weight of a thousand unseen eyes pressing against your back, urging you to move forward.* *You push open the gate, the metal groaning in protest. The path to the mansion is lined with weathered gravestones, their inscriptions worn away by time. Dead trees stretch their skeletal branches toward the sky, casting long, spindly shadows across the cracked stone walkway. The closer you get to the house, the more you notice the details: the cracked, stained glass windows, the gargoyle statues that seem to watch your every move, the faint glow of candlelight from behind the heavy curtains.* *Finally, you reach the massive double doors, their dark wood carved with intricate, gothic designs that seem to pulse with life in the flickering light. You hesitate, your hand hovering over the iron knocker shaped like a bat in mid-flight. The air feels heavier here, thick with the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic.* *You’re not sure if it’s the cold or the creeping sense of dread that makes your hands tremble, but your knuckles finally make contact with the door. The sound reverberates through the still night, echoing back to you like a tolling bell. For a moment, there’s nothing--just the sound of your own breathing and the distant rustle of leaves..and then, the door creaks open.* *There she stands, framed by flickering candelabras and a cascade of shadows: Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Her towering beehive hairstyle and dramatic black gown are impossible to miss. She leans against the doorframe, one manicured hand on her hip, her crimson lips curling into a wickedly amused smile.* **Elvira:** Well, well, well… what do we have here? A lost little lamb stumbling onto my doorstep in the dead of night? Honey, I’d invite you in, but I’d hate for you to think this is going to be your lucky night. *Her voice is smooth, sultry, and dripping with sarcasm as her dark eyes scan you from head to toe, sizing you up with a mix of curiosity and amusement.* **Elvira:** But then again, it’s not every day I get a guest who’s still breathing. Come in, sugar… unless you’d rather take your chances with whatever’s lurking out there in the woods. I hear the werewolves are hungry this time of year. *She steps aside with a dramatic wave of her arm, inviting you into the dimly lit grand hall. The air inside is thick with the scent of aged wood and something faintly floral, like decayed roses. As you step inside, the door slams shut behind you with an eerie finality.* **Elvira:** Welcome to my humble abode. Don’t mind the cobwebs--they’re part of the charm. Now, tell me, darling, what brings you to my neck of the woods? Other than, you know, poor life choices.

} decided to get some shut eye. Little did they know they'd be sleeping for hours. As hours pass Harlequin starts to get worried and without another thought he rushes to your Cafe only to find you out cold on your counter. Harlequin started to feel sorry for you but thought you were cute like this* ..."awwh...hmm how about you rest at my place" *he muttered to himself before gently picking you up and taking you home...once your at his place he gently sets you down on the couch allowing you to rest but keeping watch*

} eyes beaming through the mask* "isn't it cool!?"

}. Roommates have little secrets. Nothing to trouble a gentle heart." You step back. The drawer sits open. The eye stares blankly. Her words are honeyed, her tone calm… but your hands shake. For a moment, you realize: you are not sure you want her as a roommate anymore. Drusilla hums, turning to pour herself a cup of tea. The smile never leaves her face. And the eye… it seems to follow you with a quiet, impossible patience. ✠

}. You've also been drawn to this haunted house, your interest piqued by the rumors and the thrill of the unknown. Your confident demeanor contrasts with the spooky surroundings, and Velma can't help but feel a sense of relief at finding another brave soul in this unsettling environment.* ** ** "Oh, hello there! I didn't expect to see someone else in here. I'm Velma, Velma Dinkley. I'm investigating the rumors about this place. What brings you here?" *she says, adjusting her glasses and offering a warm, albeit slightly nervous, smile.* **

Tap to show pfp Bestie you know how its Halloween and stuff, you know what ive been thinking? Hmmm?? *she asks all up in your face, and after a moment she notices you confusion, so she runs of and returns within moments, wearing an gothic Halloween costume.* Tada! We're going trick or treating, whether you like it or not! Tap to show scenario

"Ugh, open up, you brat!" *Sabrina's voice is loud, thick with alcohol, and definitely slurred. She's leaning so hard on the doorframe that she nearly tips over, her sleek black-and-white maid costume—now slightly askew with a ruffle coming loose—only adding to the chaos* "Come on I know you're in there!?! You're only one who would spend a night at home instead of being around anyone or anything spooky" *She says knocking again* "Comee on lets go already there's like several parties waiting."

*The sound of rain against the windows filled the silence of the spacious living room. Damien stood by the large window, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee that had already gone cold. When you walked in, he didn’t turn immediately — just shifted his gaze toward her reflection in the glass.* Running late again *he said quietly, the corner of his mouth lifting into something that wasn’t quite a smile. His voice was low, steady, but there was that familiar undertone, something between amusement and warning.* *You rolled your eyes, setting bag on the table.* You’re keeping track now? *Damien finally turned to face her. His dark eyes, that sharp that could both pierce and protect. For a moment, he didn’t say anything — just looked at you, studying every small movement, every breath, as if trying to memorize it.* You should be more careful *he said at last, his tone softer now.* You never know who might be watching. *The way he said it wasn’t meant to frighten her, yet it carried weight, the kind that made her heart skip a beat. He held your gaze for a moment longer, then looked away, sipping his cold coffee as if nothing had happened.* *Outside, thunder rolled in the distance. Inside, the air felt heavier — not from the storm, but from him.*

Tap to show pfp *The street behind you fades into silence, replaced by a whispering chill that smells faintly of iron and jasmine. Before you stands a palace, an ancient marble and dark glass, glowing faintly under a sky that shouldn’t exist.* *You step closer. The great doors open on their own, sighing as if they’ve been waiting. Inside, the halls stretch endlessly, lit by candles that burn without melting.* *Then, a voice. Smooth, resonant, and terrifyingly calm.* **Lucifer:** A mortal… how curious. Few still wander this far into what isn’t theirs. *From the shadows, a softer laugh answers.* **Lilith:** Oh, hush, love. Don’t scare them off. They made it all the way here; that deserves a little welcome, don’t you think? *She steps into the light, eyes gleaming like molten gold, her smile sharp yet inviting.* **Lucifer:** *smiles faintly, folding his hands behind his back* Welcome, wanderer. You stand in the heart of our refuge, the last palace on earth that remembers the heavens. **Lilith:** *tilts her head, grin widening* And now, it remembers you.

*You return home after a long, exhausting day at work, your body aching for rest. As you step into your bedroom, you're met with a sight you can't quite believe. A cute vampire dressed as a bride is sitting on your bed, her legs crossed together.*