What I Rolled
If you roll an even number, your character is alone and you can choose and object. If you roll an odd number, you roll again for a partner for your first character. Then roll for an object if character is alone. And lastly, roll for a scenario.
Character- #5- Elevator technician
Since I rolled an odd number, I rolled again and got #6- Antique Dealer. I then skipped Object.
Scenario- # 3- Priest called to perform exorcism
Elevator Technician- Tony, 50, balding dark brown hair, 6’1″, dark brown eyes
Antique Dealer- Amy, short brown hair, crystal blue eyes, 5’5″, 41
Priest- Father Adam, peppered gray hair, 70, 6’0″, dull chartreuse eyes
My Story
Antique Horror
Amy turns a few old dols around until she likes how they look. She dusts off the shelves around the dolls, then moves to the next shelf. She moves a few antique glasses and teapots around as she dusts here and there. She stifles a yawn as she moves around her antique store, Colored Seasons Antiques. Making sure everything is in its proper place, Amy walks to the back of the store and flips on the lights. She walks to the front, turning a few things, and flips on the open sign.
Amy lays a hand on the lock, but freezes when she hears someone whisper behind her. She looks over her shoulder at her empty store, not seeing any movement that would tell her someone is already in the store with her.
“That’s weird,” she says and shakes her head. Shaking off what just happened, she unlocks the door and props it open. She waves to a few people, who walk past her shop, then heads to the back room for a moment. She returns to the front and puts out a sign about her store. She closes the door and walks into the back. Amy goes into the back to retrieve a few boxes with new inventory.
The bell above the door rings, letting Amy know she has a customer. She grabs the box she had received a few days ago in the mail and heads back into the store. She sets the box on the counter next to her cash register and walks around to find the customer. But to her surprise, there is no one in the store.
How did the bell ring, telling her she has a customer, but there is no one in here? Nobody can leave without the bell ringing again. Amy walks back to the counter, bothered by what just happened. She grabs the scissors from a drawer under the cash register, and cuts the tape from the top of the box. She opens it and pulls out an old wooden clock from under the peanuts.
The bell rings over the door and Amy looks up to see an older blading gentleman walk inside. She smiles and welcomes the man.
“Hello, welcome to the Colored Seasons Antique store,” Amy says. “Please feel free to browse and if you have any questions, just let me know.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” The man disappears deeper into the store while Amy unpacks a doll from the box.
Amy walks to the section where the clocks go and places the new one with the rest. She freezes when she hears a voice whispering behind her again. Thinking it is her customer, she turns around. “How may I help her?”
The man walks around the corner and looks at her strangely. “Excuse me?”
Amy cocks her head to the side. “Didn’t you just whisper from behind me needing help?”
The man shakes his head and slowly backs away from Amy, keeping an eye on her. He turns a corner and Amy covers her face with her hands, groaning into them. “What is wrong with me?” Amy walks back to the front counter to retrieve the doll and to see what else is in the box.
Amy picks up the doll when the doll suddenly turns its head and looks directly into Amy’s eyes. Amy opens her mouth but no sound comes out. The man walks over to her, holding onto a beautiful typewriter, an antique lamp, and a few antique tools.
“Excuse me, ma’am. I’ve found a few item I’d like to buy, but I’m not done looking. Can I leave these items here at the counter while I continue to shop?” he asks, staring at the back of her head. He cocks his head to the side and moves to look in her face. “Ummm… miss, are you okay? Should I call someone? An ambulance? The police? A priest?”
Amy hears the man’s voice but it sounds far away. The bell rings again announcing more customers, but all she can do is stare. A voice in head slowly becomes louder and louder, talking in a language she can’t understand. The doll flies out of her hand and she hears someone asking if she is okay.
In a flash, Amy turns and glares at the man behind her. She extends her hands at the man, swinging them at him like claws, and tries to scratch him. The man drops the items, the things breaking, and grabs her hands. Amy fights the man, trying to gouge out his eyes, but inside her head she is screaming at herself to stop.