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Old 08-21-2009, 06:17 PM   #81
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Corbin once again emerged from the room and fainted yet again. When he woke up, he rolled his eyes. Damn it... this is getting old. He sighed and layed his head against the wall as he started thinking about what the maid had said about ghosts... then it all clicked. Tad wasn't alive anymore... he was murdered and that's why there were the bones of a servant in the attic. Tad was the only one that was capable of communicating with the others... or perhaps it was Henritta... maybe she too was a ghost, but then... how would she have been able to serve dinner. He shook his head and leaned against the wall... this bit of information would be better dealt with later.


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Old 08-21-2009, 06:30 PM   #82
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This time, Shakhmaty heard it. The ghost--pun intended--of a rhyme. A children's rhyme. Ten little guests went out to dine. One choked his little self and then there were nine. What was this? Another ghost? Was this a new one, or one of the phantasms that she had seen in the ballroom? She felt her temples throb. This was getting old--really old, really fast.

"I don't know who you are," she said, seemingly to herself. "You don't seem like the ones I just saw, or like Benjamin Faktor. Tell me, are you really a ghost, or some voice I'm hearing in my head to prove I'm going insane?"

**********************************

Henrietta heard another knock at the door. Good Lord. Who is it now?

Once she unlocked and opened it, against the soft and icy breeze of this starlit New Year's Eve, she stared. This visitor brought nothing but bad news.

"You're from the Bank, I see," Henrietta said darkly, wiping her large, meaty palms on her white apron. "You're here to swindle Mister Faktor in regards to some South American stocks. I am sorry to say that the master of the house is indisposed at the moment. He is hosting a New Year's Eve celebration tonight, and that means I will let no one in who is not a guest at said party. You are not a guest, and Mister Faktor is not feeling well. Can't you leave a sick and possibly dying man alone?" Henrietta scowled. "Good evening, sir."
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Old 08-21-2009, 06:37 PM   #83
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"You're here to swindle Mister Faktor in regards to some South American stocks. I am sorry to say that the master of the house is indisposed at the moment. He is hosting a New Year's Eve celebration tonight, and that means I will let no one in who is not a guest at said party. You are not a guest, and Mister Faktor is not feeling well. Can't you leave a sick and possibly dying man alone?"

Wolfgang raised an eyebrow, "Well, if he is indeed dying, it may ease his passing if he hears what I have to say. Oh, and Fraulein....we don't swindle, we're honorable businessmen."

He looked at the cold night behind him and wasn't looking forward to another trip through the snow.

"And surely you wouldn't deny shelter on such a cold night..."

He clenched his fists, and breathed very slowly, watching the white clouds of breath rise up in the air, awaiting the response of the woman.


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Old 08-21-2009, 06:43 PM   #84
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Henrietta sighed. "Very well. Come inside, if only for a moment." She paused. Something about this man from the Bank did not seem right to her, although she had no idea what made her think that. Bank men were businessmen, and businessmen kept their mind on business. What harm would it do to let him see Benjamin Faktor? Quite a lot of harm, the middle-aged maid thought. The master wanted to give away his fortune to someone who truly deserves it, who will help him and the town of Icecliff. He certainly doesn't want to lose it all to some banker who only cares about the money.

To her newest "guest", she only said, "Sit down. I must go upstairs, to Mister Faktor's chambers, and ask him if he's willing to see you on his deathbed."
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Old 08-21-2009, 06:50 PM   #85
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Wolfgang was extremely happy and thankful to be allowed to come inside, the cold was definately no way to have a job done.

"Sit down. I must go upstairs, to Mister Faktor's chambers, and ask him if he's willing to see you on his deathbed."

He nodded and sat down on a nearby chair, admiring the architecture of the mansion. While he was putting on this act, he was secretly checking the equipment he had brought. He was always heavily armed while on a contract.

Wolfgang metally checked the knife in his boot, holdout pistol in his right sleeve, climbing claws on the bottom of his gloves, a small vial of acid and of poison, he also kept a small 2 inch commando knife in a small sheath under his jacket.

He was ready if things didn't work out.


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Old 08-21-2009, 07:00 PM   #86
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Had his voice changed when he died. Selene didn't even seem to know it was him. He tried his best to make himself as visible as possible. He to picture himself there as if he hadn't been dead, still wearing his black coat and hat. His famous grin was on his face, the same one he died with.

"Come on beautiful you already forgot about me? Artemis Black at your service Shakhmaty and even after watching someone die you still look good."

Artemis is a ghost now but he's still hitting on Shakhmaty; clearly nothing has changed other that the fact that he can float now.
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Old 08-21-2009, 07:12 PM   #87
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((Note: No one is allowed to kill Faktor for real until The Endgame, which isn't here yet. After all, none of the guests have found out how he got his fortune and what must be done to win it--or how to save him and the ghosts inside.))

((P.P.S. It's 7:45 PM--fifteen minutes 'til the Wheel of Fortune spins again! PM me if you want to be the murderer or the second victim. Cheers!))

Shakhmaty took a hesitant step backward--or, rather, a hesitant stumble backward. "Mister Black! Of course it's you!" She shuddered. The first question that popped into her mind was, "Who killed you? Henrietta?" She shook her head. "I can't believe the maid would poison your dinner, sir."

*************************************

Henrietta triple-checked to make sure she wasn't being followed. That snake Corbin had been up to the attic--she was certain--and seen the bones of Mister Faktor's prop skeleton in the suit he wore when he'd been the footman of Hiram Coombs at his own New Year's Eve celebration in 1866. The attic was actually on the third floor of the house, but unbeknownst to all, via a secret passageway, one could reach the fourth floor and the Tower of Stars.

The Tower of Stars, Faktor's bedroom, showed a million glittering heavenly bodies tonight. It had a thick glass ceiling, completely transparent, so that the blinding sun would wake him up. His vision had been failing for quite a while now, and so that was why Henrietta rang the tiny bell on his door before she slowly entered.

"A banker wants to see you, sir," she said humbly, removing the empty tray and the alphabet blocks that lay on it, spelling T-A-D. "I hate him already."
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Old 08-21-2009, 07:47 PM   #88
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Quite literally, there was a skeleton in Mr. Reynold's closet. Unpacking had been left to the guest, and it was not a duty to handle before one slept: that was for silent meditation. The skeleton smiled vacantly at nothing in particular, garbed in a suit that seemed a century old, with layers of dust masking the original color. A hat had fallen to the skeleton's lap, where is sat lopsided, waiting to be picked up.

Reynolds blinked before closing the closet door. The smell was atrocious, and he was surprised that the stench hadn't pierced through the door into the rest of the room- nay, the whole house! 'A warning, or a clue?'

Finished unpacking, Reynolds left the room, smoothing over his sheets before doing so. There was much to explore, and many other closets in which to peer.
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Old 08-21-2009, 08:36 PM   #89
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Hearing no immediate response from Ebony, or the ghost of Artemis Black, Shakhmaty put a finger to her lips. "Hmm," she said. "If Madame Sudarinya was reading Tarot cards at Hiram Coombs' New Year's Eve party, perhaps there's a card table in the mansion somewhere. A big one. Maybe there's a game room..." She brushed back her hair again and heard the grandfather clock chime that it was now 7:45 PM. Not too late upon this cold and glittering New Year's Eve, but she couldn't help but have the feeling it was much later. One of the guests had already died--or been murdered, more exactly. Would any of the others survive the night? Would she?

Vowing to keep such ugly thoughts from surfacing again, she and her enigmatic new friend wound around the second-floor hallway one more time. One of the doors, this one without any ostentation or markings to let visitors know it led anywhere special, was slightly ajar. Dim light shone out of the crack. The air within the room was surprisingly cool and damp. Aha! A game room. There was indeed a large card table--polished mahogany--and also a felt-covered table for billiards. A dartboard hung on a wall, and a chess table stood in the corner. Slowly, with an air of foreboding, Shakhmaty approached it. The Black King was in check, and there was a rook two spaces nearby...

"No. Oh, no." She sat down at the chess table, studying the position as her heart began to race. "This can't be possible. No one would have known. It's..." She sighed. If she and Ebony were going to work together, then she had to tell the truth. There was no use trying to collaborate with someone when you were holding everything back. "I was in check, Ebony," she said softly. "What could I do? When your King is threatened, you either have to move out of the way or capture the piece that is attacking you. I could only have done the former, but then that would have put my opponent, Mrs. Lucretia Claiborne, at a strong advantage. Here's what I did. I cheated to win." She moved her black King two spaces toward her rook, trembling.

"I made my King and Rook switch places, like so. This is a dishonest move. You cannot make this move, called 'castling', when you are in check. However, I did that the morning of the Maine Chess Finals, in the final round between myself and Mrs. Claiborne. She let me make the move, but asked to meet me for lunch." Shakhmaty swallowed hard. "There she dictated the terms of my win. I would be champion, and she would never let officials know I cheated, if..."

She paused. "...if I would pay her, and continue to do so indefinitely. There is almost no money left with which to satisfy her. If I lose my title, I lose all."

Wiping away a tear, Shakhmaty said, "That's the whole of it. That's the skeleton in my closet. And, that's why I want the ten million dollars, friend."
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Corbin stood slowly and knew what he must do... he had to track down Artemis' killer. It was the only thing that would allow him to think in peace. With the killer not having anything happening to him, it was just eating Corbin alive. He growled and slid his hand around the knife attatched to his waist. "I am ready for anything."


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Old 08-21-2009, 08:52 PM   #91
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Artemis followed after Shakhmaty and looked around at the game room. He watched as she was startled by the chess pieces that were on the table. He listened to her tale about how she cheated to win and now had to pay this other person back. Artemis Black was a master at cheating people out of things, why out tricking this other chess player would be easy.

"You know you did just meet someone whose been turned into a ghost. I'm sure I could visit this friend of yours and "convince" her to stop collecting money for you. As for your previous question I don't think it was Henrietta who did it. Sure she sounds like the most likely suspect but she seems like a kind woman to me. Besides when I became a ghost I heard her speaking about them and here you are talking to me. I think it was someone else, but I'm not sure who yet."
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Old 08-21-2009, 09:01 PM   #92
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The maid...or whoever she was, made Wolfgang nervous. There was something very uncanny about the way she did things, and not to mention her behaviour to guests...her conduct was horrible in that way.

Wolfgang stood again and began to walk around the room, looking at the paintings and sculpture's that lined the sides of the room. There was something odd about them, none of them were famous, and the artist didn't leave a name. That creeped Wolfgang out, as he assumed that a rich man such as Faktor would line his halls with a wealthier collection of art...these were completely done by an amatuer.

But they looked shockingly realistic, as if they were pictures from a camera and not painted.

He looked at one painting, something of a man with dark hair and a face of round features. Wolfgang directed his attention elsewhere, but not before returning to the painting. To his surprise, something had changed about the portrait, it was in no way the same...the man portrayed had seemingly...aged.

Wolfgang took a step back in sheer surprise, and then moved to examine the portrait closer, closely fingering the paint.

This is odd....very very odd.


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Old 08-21-2009, 09:16 PM   #93
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The young chess player could not believe she was actually conversing with a ghost. Sure, she was seeing him, yes, very clearly now. However, talking with a ghost was another matter entirely. Smiling with a sweet and yet mischievous air, she turned to the transparent figure before her.

"I'd appreciate that, although if you can trick her into getting arrested for blackmail instead of driving her insane, that also would be very much appreciated." She winked her left eye, which was also her "lazy eye". "If you can decipher the identity of your murderer, I think you'd be doing all of us a favor. Although..." She listened to the ticking of the clock downstairs. "I don't know about you, but I have an odd feeling that something's going on..."

((The Wheel of Fortune spins again, and I didn't get any volunteers...))

BENJAMIN FAKTOR'S MANSION, 12/31/11, 8:00 PM

Majordomo Higz, Ebony's dearest and closest companion, had just been minding his own business--and attending to it, nothing more. Coming out of the downstairs water closet after ridding himself of an overly-rich dinner, he thought he saw something odd under a strange sculpture to his right. It was an alabaster obelisk, with no other distinguishing features save its base.

THE TOWER OF SUCCESS, it read, by sculptor A. Abraham Corbin.

Corbin? Was that any relation to the very Corbin in the house tonight? Higz had no idea, but he did have an idea that something was sticking out from under the sculpture. It was a card: not an ordinary playing card, but a Tarot card. Was it from Shakhmaty's deck, that she had chatted about at dinner before the unfortunate demise of one Artemis Black? Alas, no. The card was way too old, almost crumbling to dust under the weight of Higz' hand. Nevertheless, he managed to get a good look at it: The Devil.

Some odd instinct told the Majordomo to flip the card over. It read,

"Thaddeus,

If you want to know the secret to wealth and power, the one key to undermining men like Mr. Coombs and Foreman Lee, meet me upstairs in the Game Room. This is your one chance, and I hope you will not waste it.

D.C."


He was about to venture upstairs to the aforementioned Game Room, when...

*****************************

Shakhmaty thought she heard some noises coming from the living room: first a soft thump, then a few muffled groans, and then some squishy sounds. At first, she was too paralyzed to move, to do anything but sit there and try to figure out what the noises were. Then, once she had recovered her composure, she bolted out of the Game Room without waiting for a response from Ebony. Concealing herself behind a pillar near the railing of the stairway, she looked at what had transpired. No one was in the living room at the moment, save...Ah...!!! Her bowels suddenly turned to water.

There lay poor Majordomo Higz, right in the middle of the polished, and now bloody, living room floor. His body had been sliced open from chest to groin.

"Ebony!" she shrieked in a very unladylike manner. "Whatever you do, don't--d-don't go downstairs. Majordomo Higz has been utterly--gutted!"

The grandfather clock, paying no heed to the corpse, chimed the 8:00 hour.
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Old 08-21-2009, 09:21 PM   #94
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Wolfgang's attention was suddenly brought away from the strange portrait by an unusual sound.

This unusual sound didn't seem pleasant.

He stuck a hand in his jacket and clasped the handle of his commando knife, he began walking towards the sound. He rounded the corner, just in time step in a gooey mess of red.

"Ahhh....mein gott......"

He looked again at the mess and saw that it vaguely resembled a man....a gutted one that is.

He stood there puzzled.


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Old 08-21-2009, 09:30 PM   #95
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Henrietta, thinking that she heard some strange noises coming from the direction of the living room, finished putting the good silver away. Once she saw the reason for the sudden series of out-of-the-ordinary sounds, she promptly screamed and fainted dead away. There was one of the partygoers, Majordomo Origen "Higz" Kobald-Gewerk, lying--most certainly dead--in the middle of the floor. Fortunately for Henrietta, when she fainted, she crumpled to a clean space on the hardwood, up against the nearest wall. Out cold, she would probably not come to for a good ten minutes, at the very least.

Hearing Henrietta's scream, the trembling Shakhmaty tried to make her way downstairs. Hanging onto the railing for dear life, she crept closer to the area. However, the more she tried not to look at Higz, the more her eyes were drawn to the mess of his body. Vomiting all over herself, she dashed back upstairs and hid in the Plum Room. Time for a bath, everyone...
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Artemis hardly had time to react when he heard Shakhmaty scream. He floated outside to see the Majordomo dead on the ground. If Black were still alive he would have vomited but he was dead...and Tim had taken out his stomach. What struck Artemis as odd was the fact that a powerful guy like Higz could be taken down so easily, and from the front too. He floated over to the body and got a closer look at him. The person would have had to have been someone who Higz wouldn't be suspicious, otherwise there couldn't have been another way to attack him. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 8 now...8.

Nine little guests stayed up late, One overslept and then there were Eight. There's no way its following this. Being up at eight certaintly is a late hour and Higz won't be getting up in the morning but this can't prove anything.

It was quite odd that he died at 6 and exactly 2 hours later Higz was dead now. He turned around and followed Shakhmaty seeing that only she could talk to him right now. He floated through the door and looked for her.

"Nine little guests stayed up late, one overslept and then there were Eight. I don't know if our killer is following an nursery rhyme my mother use to tell me or if its just coincidence. I can't remember the next line right now but I think I know when our killer will strike again...10."
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((Uh, Shakhmaty just puked all over herself and hid in her room to go take a bath!)) :P
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Had it not been Maine, flies would have begun to congregate over the deceased Higz. The man lay on his side- quite an odd position for a dead man, Reynolds noted- with his 'guts' spilling out. Jacob did his best to avert his gaze, but to no avail.

The man's intestines had spilled out, blood seeping quietly from the gaping wound. The little light in the room worked to the advantage of everyone: had they seen the picture in full light, they all might have wretched at the sight.

Bypassing the developing crowd- more and more were arriving by the hour, weren't they?- Mr. Reynolds knelt close to the man, careful to avoid the rapidly advancing pool of blood. In the little light, the man thought he saw a slight line across the deceased's throat.

Moving closer, the observer discovered the blood oozing from his neck. Stepping back, he surveyed the men and women arrayed before him. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a murdered among us."

The silence gave truth to the statement.
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Through the swirling haze of her fear and confused thoughts, Shakhmaty remembered something: Hey, Shakhmaty: six, eight, ten, twelve...

"You're right," she told the floating figure of Artemis Black, "and if the other ghosts in this house are any bit as accurate as you are, if we don't find out who Higz' murderer is soon--if he or she wasn't the same person who killed you--we're in deep trouble. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get out of these clothes..." What was she saying? Artemis was a ghost, not a living being anymore! Nevertheless, she was hesitant as she stripped off her vomit-covered evening dress and tossed it into the clothing hamper nearby.

Shutting the wicker lid tightly, she opened the closet and saw another dress, this one much lighter and more fit for everyday wear. A white one, whereas her previous one had been black. Shame--all that lobster pot pie gone to waste! Still, she needed a very soapy bath, for she'd not only vomited...

"If you would," she told the ghost, "see if there's anyone else here who's sensitive to the...paranormal. If not, tell me what you find around or on Higz' body that might lead to the identity of his killer." A weak smile. "Thank you."
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Having finished his autopsy, Tim went to speak with Henrietta, to confirm her fears about the cause of death. "Listen, I checked the body, and found massive amounts of-" He stopped himself at the sight of Henrietta unconscious, and Higz dead. "Oh, bloody 'ell." He commented. Having seen plenty of mutilated bodies in his work as a surgeon, he wasn't particularly phased, however he was slightly annoyed at the prospect of performing another autopsy. I might as well wait for her to get up.

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Artemis gazed at Shakhmaty as she took the dress off. He couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Damn... I just had to be your first victim Mr. Killer didn't I!?!?

When she spoke again Artemis looked back up at her eyes. He nodded his head and gave a quick look around her entire room.

"Yeah I'll try, and be careful." he said as he floated through the door.

He went back down to find everyone in the living room. He floated to the middle and tried to get anyone else's attention.

"Hello, can anyone hear or see me? Corbin, Tim, Jacob, Ebony, Henrietta... um and anyone else I missed."

Come on, there's got to be at least someone else who can see me.
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Fortunately, or unfortunately, for Mister Benjamin Edward Faktor's maid, she awoke from her state of unconsciousness fairly quickly. "Doctor Lee!" Henrietta gasped. "It's you! Oh, my poor, weak nerves..." She stood up, practically breaking her neck trying not to look at Higz' body, and cried:

"All right. Everyone out of the living room. Out, out, out, out!" She made large shooing motions with her hands. "We're quarantining it for the rest of the evening. I'm not cleaning up this infernal mess now. It would take me hours, and my job is to make sure that you guests, and Mister Faktor, remain calm and comfortable. If you need to go upstairs, there's a plain servant's staircase that you can access via the kitchen. As for the kitchen, there's a door off the front foyer that you see before you ever even come into the living room. No one is going to lay eyes upon...Mister Higz, if I can help it."

Once everyone was safely esconced in the foyer, Henrietta said, "Would anyone care to join me in the kitchen for some non-poisoned drinks? I know that I myself certainly need one. I have wine, brandy, cognac, port..."

She suddenly noticed that a few people were missing. "Where are the foreign girl and the chess player, and the officer?" she asked. "I do hope they didn't gut Mr. Higz."
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The piano, located in the foyer, was dusty, decades of neglect reflecting harshly upon its beautiful surface. Jacob Reynolds ran his hand across the pearly keys, wiping away layers of grime. Playing had always calmed his nerves, and he had the perfect song in mind.

It was a long few minutes before the keyboard had been cleared to his liking, and a few more before Mr. Reynolds had remembered the keys, having already drawn the attention of several of his fellow guests. Anything to calm the nerves was appreciated, and Liszt's Un Sospiro was a welcome break from watching the corners for a murderer.

As the song played itself via Reynold's hands, he heard a soft whisper above the music.

'Hello, can anyone hear me?'

It was the voice of Artemis Black was undoubtedly asking. Reynolds responded in a whisper. "Hearing is different from sight, Mr. Black. I wouldn't expect many- if any!- to respond."
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"Explicitly saying that they're not poisoned might make people more suspiscious, but I'll have some brandy. I don't think they're the killers, I saw them on my way up. The chess player was covered in her own vomit, and the foreign girl was with her. And I have my own alibi; I was busy performing the autopsy on Mister Black. Check the wine cellar if you don't believe me. You, however, do not. I found massive amounts of rat poison in his stomach, far more that what's needed to eliminate a rat infestation, and you could have simply faked unconsciousness at the sight of Higz to keep me from suspecting you." Tim explained, accusing Henrietta, but hoping no to upset her too badly.


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Artemis Black turned his head around and looked over At Jacob Reynolds. Looks like Shakhmaty wasn't the only one who was able to hear him. Artemis floated over to Jacob but not before giving another look back over at Higz's.

"Its good to know someone else can hear me. I've been talking with Shakhmaty and I'm positive whoever killed Higz and me is planning on killing someone else at exactly 10 tonight. I'd suggest not being alone at that time."
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Out of time.

Your move.

Overclocked.


That was it. She had been afraid she was going to be penalized under a time forfeit, as she had already been a little bit "overclocked". In the steaming bathwater, Shakhmaty found herself unable to do anything, not even to cleanse herself of the foulness that had covered her so recently. It was almost as if she were half-dead, half-alive, and the only thing to do was...

Sleep. She was sure she'd been asleep in the tub, dreaming of that ill-fated match at the Maine Chess Finals. It was why she'd done what she'd done--"castled" when Lucretia Claiborne had put her into check. Cheated.

She thought she heard the door to her room open, but then again, the maze of conflicting sights and sounds overwhelmed her to the point of exhaustion.

When she awoke, or at least became more aware of her surroundings than she had been, Shakhmaty realized that her inner thighs were becoming saturated with soap via a fully-lathered washcloth. A figure was in front of her, kneeling by the tub and scrubbing her down. Olive skin, wet and soapy hands..."Ebony?" she said weakly. Yes. Shakhmaty heard her: Shh. Relax.

Without knowing exactly what she was doing, the chess player pulled her close for a kiss. Ebony, startled, continued washing the half-conscious lady, but she did not resist the pull of the woman she'd wanted from the start.

Am I dreaming? Is this a nightmare? None of this makes any sense...

...and yet, that's why I trust it. Hopefully, I'll be able to go downstairs...

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The piece was finished, and the small audience begged for an encore. Beethoven's Fifth Symphony might not have been the best choice, but it was one of the select few pieces that Reynolds had memorized to the point that he could let him mind wander.

Reynold's whisper was barely audible. "Thank you, Mr. Black. My good man, do you have any other information that could help us decipher this mystery?"

The ghost whispered slightly, recalling some useful piece of information. Mr. Reynolds smiled slightly as the corner pieces of the puzzle clicked into place.

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((Um, could you please take out that last part? I'm not quite ready yet! *LOL*

EDIT: Threadmaster says it's not 10:00 yet. It should be about 8:15 now.))
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((Done and done.))

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In the kitchen, Henrietta sighed heavily. Surveying her guests, she decided to associate them with the color of their rooms upstairs on the second floor. She had always been terrible with names, and one of the ways that she remembered which houseguest was which, if there were many at the mansion, was to connect them with the color of their bedrooms. It had been her original idea to paint them all sorts of vibrant and vivid colors, to the great amusement of Mister Faktor. He himself had been an avid admirer of lush and dark decor, and so Henrietta had convinced him that as long as the colors stayed in the guest bedrooms, they could stay. She laughed a little.

Seated around the table, there were (Blue) Doctor Lee, with his glass of brandy, (Violet) Corbin Starside, with his glass of port wine, and (Emerald) Helmut Kohler, who stood up against the kitchen wall not quite believing what had just happened. Upstairs, on the second floor, (Plum) Shakhmaty Killian and (Apricot) Ebony Burdock were doing God knew what. Perhaps one or the other, or both, had killed Mister Higz and/or Artemis Black? Certainly not.

"It's time I told you the honest truth about Mister Faktor, or at least what you have already discovered so far. His name is indeed Tad, or Thaddeus. He was not always wealthy. In fact, he was born to two hard-working lower-class people. His father was a slag shoveler at the Icecliff Steel Foundry, and his mother slaved away at the textile mills in a nearby garment factory. From the time he was a small child, he worked at the Foundry to help support his family. Poor Tad barely knew how to read and write before he was...drafted into the world of--work." Henrietta practically spat out the word. "Hard work."

"The owner of the Foundry then, one Hiram Coombs, was the most famous man in Icecliff. He hosted several lavish parties per year, including one on New Year's Eve. There was one year..." She paused for a moment. "Hiram hired Thaddeus to serve as footman, waiting upon his guests and cleaning their boots and serving them food and drinks. However, that party was an ill-fated one. Six guests came to the celebration, and not one of them emerged from this mansion alive on January second of that year. They were all killed. Coombs was immediately placed under suspicion, and arrested, but he paid the best lawyer in all of Maine to defend him. Oddly, he was acquitted. When Hiram died, surprisingly, his fortune was inherited by poor Mister Tad!"

She blinked her eyes. "Then he became Faktor. Not one of his fingerprints was found on any of the bodies, lest you think he's the one who killed those six people. I don't know how Tad convinced Hiram to let him inherit the Foundry and the fortune, but something happened that night. Not even I know all the details of how my master acquired it, but he's not a killer. He's not a blackmailer, either, although he certainly could have blackmailed Coombs. Something happened at that New Year's Eve party, but what?"

Henrietta addressed her guests in the kitchen and the foyer. "Questions?"
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Rising from the piano, Mr. Reynolds pondered the information for a moment before responding. "Just one, ma'am. What's worth the lives of two people worth? What secret is this house hiding?"
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((Hey Tysy, it's Wolfgang, not Helmut, still sounds pretty awesome though))


Wolfgang stood next to the scene of the killing for awhile. He'd seen much worse before, but something about this one seemed different, and it occupied his mind, temporarily knocking the bank meeting from his mind.

He shook his head and left the area walking down the expansive halls. He stopped halfway down, and suddenly came up with an idea. He went to the side of the hall and shut off the lights, crouching low. He wanted to wait and see who would come or what would happen. It seemed odd and superstitious, but was worth a try.


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((Sorry! By the way, I changed a ghost's name in the newspaper article we found.))

Henrietta poured herself a glass of wine and downed it in one long gulp.

"If you must know the truth," she said, "the ghosts of the six people that were murdered--correction, that I believe Hiram Coombs himself murdered and was acquitted for--are trapped here. The New Year's Eve party of which I speak happened in 1867, two years after the end of the Civil War. Foul business, that was, but an even fouler business was the guest list of Mr. Coombs. I was not his servant back then; truly, I was the lady's maid of one Helen Taft, who had been invited to the festivities and subsequently killed. While the party was going on, I, who had not been invited, was staying home and washing Helen's underthings. In retrospect, I am very glad of that."

She poured herself another glass. The wine was especially tasty tonight...

"The people that Coombs invited were on his 'special list'--his list of cold-blooded assassinations, I'd venture to say. All of them had a connection to him that was less than cordial. My own mistress at the time, Helen Taft, had once been Coombs' lover. He said he wanted to attempt a reconciliation with her, and the poor fool! She believed him." Henrietta wiped away a tear. "As for the others, there were Donald Corbin, Miriam Coombs, Wesley Chandler, Madame Sudarinya, and Stanley Rives. I'll make all their long stories short.

"Donald Corbin was a member of the board of trustees of the Icecliff Steel Foundry who was next in line, after Coombs, to lead the operation of it. He despised Hiram, whom he thought was a blowhard, and was always thinking of ways to plot to overthrow him. Rumor had it he was into the occult.

"Miriam Coombs was Hiram's older sister, an old maid like myself. She was insanely jealous of her brother, and he said he'd invited her out of charity. Miriam was well aware of her status as a spinster, which was a low one. Being asked to her brother's party, she thought, was an honor and a curse. If Hiram died, Miriam would inherit everything from her parents' estate.

"Wesley Chandler? He was a rival for the running of the steel mill, being one of the greatest foremen that Hiram had ever had--even better than one Cornelius Lee. However, Hiram had thrown him over, and Chandler wanted revenge. He figured he'd get it at the party by stealing Helen Taft's heart.

"Madame Sudarinya? The poor, innocent fraud! All she had done was drawn the Devil card out of her silly Tarot deck and given it to Mister Coombs! She said that his character was primarily influenced by the presence represented on the card. For that, she was drowned in the bathtub--in tepid water!

"As for Stanley Rives, he was the principal investor of the Foundry. He did not like the way Coombs was running it, ignoring safety violations and the like. Rives swore that he'd have Coombs arrested for gross negligence, if not murder. The two men argued at the party, and Mister Rives ended up dead.

"Those are the ghosts of this house, and they're trapped here. I suspect that one of them is the leader of all, and it's not Hiram. I have never...sensed that foul old wretch within these walls. Old Coombs is right where he belongs. As for the poor souls he murdered--not even the Catholic priests can get them out!" She suddenly shuddered. "Is one of them connected to poor Faktor?!"

All of a sudden, the lights went out again. "Good gracious!" Henrietta shrieked.
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Mr. Reynolds' hand jumped to his pistol, finding comfort in its grip. It took a moment for everyone's eyes to adjust to the dark, and another minute after that for Henrietta to find a candlestick and match. The candlelight depressed everyone's features- or, perhaps, the story of ghosts had done that?- and cast an eerie glow about the room.

For but a moment, Jacob heard- or thought he heard, at any rate- the voices of those departed physically, but not spiritually.

'Run, while you still can.'

'God have mercy on my soul!'

Above all, however, was the piercing shrill of a woman long gone. 'Save us!'
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Henrietta, luckily, found another candlestick in one of the splintery kitchen drawers. She lit it and placed it on the table for the benefit of her guests. Holding the other one in her quivering hand, she announced to all of them:

"I'm going out into the hallway. I know I have been short and brusque with many of you, but for the love of God, please stay where you are. I suspect that whoever turned the lights out has something to hide--or, wants to hide himself or herself while throwing the rest of the house into confusion and darkness. If I do not return, may God have mercy on my soul, and upon all the rest of you. Perhaps the one who turned the lights out has something to do with the death of Mr. Higz, and maybe not. I can only hope not, surely."

Taking tiny, mincing steps, Mister Faktor's scared maid searched the halls.

*************************************

Shakhmaty, in the warm, wet darkness that suddenly seemed to have enveloped the whole house, found slippery comfort in the arms of Ebony. The other girl seemed to have wanted a bath as well, and it wasn't long before the chess player found herself returning the lathery and compassionate favor that the younger woman had bestowed upon her. She wept with joy.

"I've never met anyone like you," she said softly, letting her tears flow freely. "Mister Black is dead, and now Mister Higz, and you...You took time to tend to me after I'd vomited, and not one of the other guests would have done the same." She paused. "Well, except perhaps for Doctor Lee and Jacob Reynolds, but Corbin? He's barely said two words the entire night, and I hear there's a rogue banker in the house. What on Earth is he doing here, if he hasn't come for the party and the game?" She felt Ebony's lips silence her, and the washcloth as well. Perhaps blessings came in the midst of damnation.

After they were both dried off and clad in robes, fumbling as they did for some sort of garment to cover themselves, Ebony brought the gas lantern from the bedroom part of the Plum Room. She dressed in the evening gown that she had been wearing before, and she helped Shakhmaty stay her corset in a white dress that had been left for her in the wardrobe. Lovely!

"We'd better go downstairs another way, via the kitchen," Shakhmaty said.
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Wolfgang saw someone come from the light room at the end of the hallway, and he immediatley switched on the lights, slipping out his commando knife.

It was the Maid...

The Bloody Maid....shoot.

He slipped the knife back up his sleeve and took a few steps forward.

"I'm sorry, I was just testing something.....how many murders have you had this night?"


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"Two," replied Henrietta sternly, absolutely sure that she had seen a flash of silver--the flash of a knifeblade--right in front of her eyes before the banker turned the lights back on. "And it might be three if you don't watch your step. I am not a murderer, but if you intend to do Mister Faktor any harm, I am not above brandishing the same type of weapon you have seemed to in his defense. I spoke with him. He is in pain. He does not wish to see anyone right now, including the guests at his New Year's Eve celebration. I think I've provided you with shelter long enough. I'll call you a carriage right now, sir."

One thing Henrietta knew as surely as she knew she was a Catholic: this man could not be trusted. He may not have been a murderer, but she knew if someone had something to hide, and this banker sure did.
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"Ghosts? I doubt that." Tim retorted. "More likely, one of us thinks they can win the money by default by killing the rest of us, or one of those guests of Coombs' isn't as dead as ... the killer hoped, and wants revenge." He then suggested. A man of science, he virtually never trusted the supernatural explanation.

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"We'd better go downstairs another way, via the kitchen," Shakhmaty said.

Ebony looked over at the older woman as they exited the Plum Room, her once lance-like eyes seeming dull and faded, and the young girl looked slightly haggard and worn. "No, I must excuse myself now, I must attend to my room now, I'll meet you shortly though," Ebony said, with a soft smile that didn't have her usual cheer or pseudo-innocence behind it.

The girl turned, leaving her new, and now only, friend behind, and walked towards her room, which wasn't far; entering she closed her doors behind her, and barred them. With a weary sigh she proceeded to sit on her bed, and stared solemnly at her thin fragile hands, and before long the girl was weeping bitter tears for the death of her long time friend and caretaker, her Majordomo, Origen K.G. "Higz". As much comfort as she had gained in the company of Selene, it wasn't quite enough to stop her from missing him, and crying over his death. She clenched her hands into fists and squeezed with all her might, ignoring the searing pain as her sharp fingernails dug into her palms, causing blood to flow freely; tears mingled with said blood as they dropped onto her hands.

Ebony opened her tear filled eyes, drunkenly she looked about, and through her hazy vision she saw her art supplies, and with a quick jerk she grabbed a canvas that was on the ground. With anger-filled movements she wiped her hands across the canvas, not stopping until she wasn't bleeding anymore. The girl got up, and debarred the door, proceeding down the hall she entered the Grey Room which Higz had been staying in, the girl placing the bloody canvas on the room's dresser, leaving it there. Shani stared over at the single small suitcase which Higz had for himself, the rest of the luggage that he'd brought being her own, she shook her head as she recalled the old man's pride in being meek about things, not that there was much meekness in pride that is. The girl gathered up her late friend's suitcase and carried it into her room, opening it up she removed a kerchief and smelled it, letting Higz' scent fill her nose. She would dearly miss him. The girl rummaged a bit more, finding a pocket watch that she recognized quite well, staring at it almost in a trance; she attached the chain to a loose garment, and placed the watch in a tiny pocket she had on her gown - The reason for a pocket being on her gown was due to the fact that she was an artist, and often needed a place to carry pencils and the like, the she so did hate carrying around purses, so she had pockets tailored into her clothes.

Ebony closed the suitcase and exited the room, realizing that Selene was probably wondering what was going on, and she didn't want to worry her, no, not after she'd witnessed two deaths so recently that is.

Shani quickly made her way downstairs via the kitchen stairs, just like Selene had mentioned, the young woman looking about for her friend. Finally spotting her she moved up behind her and prodded her in the side lightly, like before, but without the same playfulness that she'd shown last time.

"You sure don't move very fast," the girl said, trying to sound teasing, but failing grandly.


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