Searching...

[tobereaped]

 It's a cold and windy night and Dean's spirit is wandering around a graveyard, torch and shovel in hand. He is trying to find the bones or Sir David Lloyd, an aristocrat with an unhealthy taste for murdering those who sleep within the four walls of his once privately owned mansion that was recently converted into a hotel as visitor numbers had

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Oh, hello!

[loistheintrepid]

This mansion had creeped Lois out the moment she'd arrived there. Local news articles had pointed her in its direction in regards to the latest slew of murders there. She'd done some snooping and prodding with the staff, which had led her to the grave of the aristocrat who used to own the place.

And of course, she'd decided to go right then. At night. Alone.

Rolling her eyes at herself, she trudged through the graveyard, her flashlight swinging a beam of light amongst the headstones.

"Fantastic idea, Lois. Why don't you just go ahead and ask for a ghost to behead you?"

Hi there :)

[tobereaped]

Dean turned the torch on the newest voice, she had given him quite a fright. He wandered over, his eyes sceptical, she didn't look like a hunter, just a regular civilian.

"What are you doing here?"

Re: Hi there :)

[loistheintrepid]

Lois jumped, blinking a few times and staring at him.

"Wh-.. I... I was just..."

A pause. He didn't look like a security guard.

"What are you doing here?"

It was a reckless tactic, but a tactic nonetheless.

< this is his frowning face XD

[tobereaped]

"I asked you first. You shouldn't be here." For all Dean knew David could be guarding his grave stone near the house, to try and ruin people's hopes of getting rid of the villain.