Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170520191229/@comment-26068742-20170521181027

Just as Atum pointed at the hill Zaiko would’ve attempted to step in front of him knowing what was on the other side of that hill. “Wait! The moment we go up that hill we all will cease to exist. Dont you know what’s up there!” If all the children was wondering what Zaiko had been speaking about he would’ve pointed towards the hill just as Atum did as he began speaking. A cool brisky wind taking toll between the children as Zaiko begun to tell the story of the man  behind the hill.

“It was a dark windy night. Some guy had just came in from having tied down anything that could possibly blow away in the wind outside. Cold seeping into his bones, he decided to go sit by the fireplace to warm up. He closed the door to the large living room of the large house he had just purchased. His wife and daughter were back at the old home, gathering up some of the last items to be moved to their new home.”

As Zaiko spoke a older woman could be seen walking towards the hill heading towards the other side, he had been old a fragile from one side he would look like a normal old woman. But as Zaiko continued the story the kids would began to find out the truth of what lied behind that hill.

“ So he decided to stay the night by himself to get a feel for the house. The house was probably too large for such a small family, but he couldn't pass up the good buy he got on it. An old antique house, incredibly large, in a quiet, secluded area, for such a small price. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was. Then he heard what sounded like a door opening upstairs. The big room was starting to feel a bit less cozy. He tried to pass it off as his imagination running wild, and tried to immerse himself in his book. It did no good, because this time, the sounds didn't go away. The tapping, footsteps...started to sound like they were coming down the stairs, down the stairs that led to the living room's door. Thump, thump, thump, louder and louder, as the went down. He had put the book down now, and was staring at the door with great intensity. What if it's a robber, he thought, or worse...no, he mustn't let his imagination go wild. He stared at the great door, and heard the footsteps keep thumping, finally coming off the stairs, and towards the door. Thump, thump, thump...He stared at the door, his fear increasing. Thump, thump, thump...the fireplace suddenly went out. The door handle started to turn, He was too frightened to get up to stop it, stuck in his place by fear. Slowly, it creaked open, until it was finally completely open to him. A great blinding light filled the room from the door, a blood curdling scream arose from the man... And since that day he’s never been seen again, leaving his wife alone in the big house which awakens every night.”