PARANATURAL Day 3-6 Log

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Who: Ashura, Felix, Galadriel, The Fifth Doctor, and anyone else with a guilty conscience
What: Mirrors and guilt and blood
When: 8/22-8/26
Where: Castle-Wide
Rating: PG-13

On Friday night, mirrors of all shapes and sizes begin to appear, seemingly on every available stretch of wall in the castle. And if one is paying close attention, one might notice the manifestation of a strange little girl. She's unrecognizable as anyone who has ever been to Paradisa and doesn't seem to take notice of anyone nearby. The muffled sounds of her friends laughing seem to follow wherever she goes. She nervously approaches a mirror, holding her candle up and swallowing, staring down her own reflection, reminding herself that it's not real.

"Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary..."

The little girl pauses, looking side to side, and takes a deep breath. It was a dare, after all. She had to.

"Bloody Mary."

There's a loud bang and more laughter, but it fades away as quickly as the little girl seems to as she vanishes down a long, dark hallway at a run, giggling. Suddenly, it all goes quiet. What's left behind is far more sinister than a fun game at a sleepover. Vengeance has come to Paradisa.

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[By several days in, the doctor's stubbornness had lost its charming interest for Mary and she was determined to end him. He deserved it, for his misdeeds... and for failing as the protector he liked to think that he was. Not so different from another doctor she'd known...

She was ready to be done with him when he proclaimed that he wasn't afraid. It was infuriating. Fear was the point. Fear and guilt and blood... no matter. He would get what he deserved.]

You should be, Doctor.

[The answer comes in a low, otherworldly hiss from mirrors on all sides of him before the malicious apparition appears, intent on finishing the job for herself.]

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[ He was. He was beginning to fear the mirrors and what he might see in them. It was horrible enough that he knew and he already placed blame on himself, but almost everywhere he turned the reflections taunted him too, pressing in around him, reminding him and giving voice to his guilt.

It seemed worse in the hallways, driving him to near despair when he tried so hard to carry on, he had to for he knew he wasn't the only one suffering in the same way and bleeding. Yet here he was at a stop as a sound emanated from all sides that hissed and buzzed, causing him to turn this way and that to find the source like he'd been doing for days to find the wind chimes.

And then there she was, a twisted and evil tormentor. ]

I'm not afraid to be afraid. You did this? Leave us. You've had your pound of flesh.

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[Mary disappears again, her laughter echoing throughout the space. Faces flashes in different mirrors, sometimes her own, sometimes the face of the Doctor mocking himself, bloody tears streaming down. When she appears outside the mirror again, she giggles airily and advances on him.]

But what about your blood? Can't leave without that...