The Washington Estate was built in the late 1990s by movie mogul Bob Washington, the father of James, Beth, and Hannah Washington, to serve as a vacation home for his family. The home itself while having a log cabin/chalet exterior, is state of the art with a contemporary interior outfitted with multiple fireplaces and modern fixtures.

1st Floor
The first floor is accessed via stairs taken from the first floor into a sitting area. Straight ahead is the family cinema. In this tiered room one can find theatrical posters of all of Bob Washington's award winning movies. The screen takes up a majority of the wall with multiple lounge recliners on the the first and second tier. To the left is a hallway leading to rooms made for guests as well as bathrooms. There is also a door providing access to the basement at the end of the hallway.

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It was right a year after the incident that happened in Blackwood Pines and that incident took the lives of James's sisters as well as the sweet memories left by them. James had invited the whole gang to the Washington Estate once again, at least to commemorate the dead sisters. The moon was high in the sky, it was shining with soft tremulous light. The rest of the gangs were expected to arrive before 11 pm because the moon would disappear by that time. However, they were a bit late because they weren't coming in a group but separately. Fortunately, the honorable host, James himself arrived the earliest. He arrived in the entrance of the Blackwood Pines and his eyes were staring at the darkness that ruled over the pines. His lips began to curve up as excitement filled him completely. He took slow steps towards the pines and head to their sweet estate, the Washington Estate.

"Dammit, I hate winter." James stated shivering. The snow that seemed to have absolute sovereign over the landscape didn't agree with James, but he was wise enough to not complain about the conditions around him as it was the 'sacred ground' for their family. Although he wore several layers of clothing, James had the burst of chill upon his face, as his mouth was completely exposed. It didn't help that his body heat fogged up his goggles, so he had to ditch them as well.

"Seems like that must be the place, hopefully. I am not in the mood to be lost." The man grumbled to himself as he trudged through the snow. It was hard for him to see through the darkness and he could loos his way among the dark pines.

His fur coat that was over the upper part of his uniform remained zipped off, and he shook from side to side making the clumps of snow fall off his body as he approached the terrace of their estate. Knocking his snow boots against the door, James yawned to himself as he hadn't been awake that long. As he tried to turn the knob, the knob was frozen in place, meaning the door was locked. Unfortunately, James was a bit careless today and he lost the key on the way. "Stuck in this harsh winter. I should wait for the rest again, please hurry guys" He mumbled.

Samantha watched as her breath materialized and disappeared into the winter breeze. She always liked the cold. Of course, that doesn't mean she brought the heaviest clothes she could find. She liked the cold, but she didn't like freezing. There were footsteps on the path ahead, but only one pair. Probably James himself, it's only right for the host to arrive first. Samantha flicked on her flashlight as she walked down the foot-road to get to the cabin.

It was a little weird, coming to this place again. She was never one for superstition, but it was almost as if she could sense a...strange aura emitting from somewhere in the woods, where the cabin would be. The moon was a giant eyeball in the sky. Samantha wished she had come with someone else, envying the couples not because of their love or anything, just because they automatically came with eachother. Samantha here was all alone. Why was this path so long?

She picked up the pace and stepped right over a small key in the snow. The cabin entered her view, and she couldn't help but feel relieved. "Nice..." She said to herself. She glanced around for James with her flashlight, beam dancing along the wooden walls of the cabin.

"You there?" She said loudly.

Robyn pulled her coat in tight around her. It was freezing outside. She pulled her nice, warm fur coat in tighter around her and made her way up the path. It was pretty dark outside. She didn't understand why James wanted to do an anniversary, like this. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she thought about Hannah and Beth. She missed them so much, especially Hannah. She couldn't believe that they had never been found, and many people had assumed the worst had happened.

She turned on her flashlight and hitched up her backpack closer around her. She made her way toward the snowy path that led up to the cabin, the flashlight light reflecting off the bright snow. It was freshly fallen, falling even now, and she made her way further up, eyeing the area around. It seemed so much darker than normal. Her light bouncing around the snow, she caught a glint of something on the ground. She raised an eyebrow and looked at it closer. It was a key. Looked like a key to a door. Remembering how careless James could be, immediately Robyn thought it was his, so she scooped it up. Tucking it into her pocket, she continued on her way up.

She finally reached the cabin where she could see Samantha and James. She smiled and waved, though they would most likely not be able to see her in the falling snow. Sighing, she continued to walk and called out a greeting. "Hey you guys!" she said loudly, waving at them again. "Ugh, I don't know why you chose this winter, James, but it is freezing. My ass is completely numb from sitting down on that bus for so long..." She smiled kindly at them.

Samantha turns around and smiles. "Hey, Robyn! I just got here myself. It's a little chilly, isn't it?" She tugs at her coat.

"Alright James, open the gates,"

Emma stared into outer space barely recognizing where her feet were taking her. Her green, fur lined parka kept her upper body warm for the most part. Her legs, on the other hand were freezing. However, the brunette had gone numb to the cold. The trek up the mountain was a fair ways away, but nothing Em couldn't handle. She was thinking about the estate she was headed to. It was a great place to base a setting on. There was a traditional log cabin on the outside, and a modern comfy atmosphere on the inside. It could be used as a metaphor for one of the characters. Maybe something like a romance novel? Mm, maybe a touch of fear and suspense for plot and character development.

Suddenly, a clump of snow fell onto the unsuspecting female. Startled, she looked up at the tree above her. Shaken into reality Emma quickly remembered why they were meeting at the estate. Beth, and Hannah. A feeling of anxiety swept through Emma. She had been a part of the prank, and it still haunted her to this day. So much so that she's had reoccurring nightmares about the incident. She has even written part of a novel about it. It was her longest one to date.

A loud crack sounded off behind Emma. She whipped around so quickly, her neck cracked. Immediately, she thought of the worst. A killer, a rapist, a hungry carnivorus animal. Her imagination got the best of her, for it wasn't any of the above.

"Pretty creepy, huh?" Samantha said, looking up the moon, half covered by clouds.

"The moon itself is just a ghost of the sun. Doesn't even have it's own light," Even if she enjoyed the cold, she was eager to get inside and await the others inside the comfy cabin.

"Ah... full moon. Nice." Amelia muttered to herself, a smile growing upon her face as she walked along the path, Zep's 'Ramble On' playing quietly from her phone. Normally she'd be blasting it through her earphones, but in a moonlit forest as creepy at this, she didn't dare risk it. Not only were there bears, wolves, and probably even mountain lions in the area - Hannah and Beth had gone missing in them. That automatically made her think of monsters, and/or serial killers.

So... being deaf to one's surroundings would be unwise at this point.

She had to be honest, she would have felt far more comfortable with Casey by her side - however, due to conflicting schedules, she'd elected to come alone, telling him to not worry about picking her up or anything. Instead, she had gotten the bus along the frosty mountain paths, until she had reached the gates leading to the ski lift.

Eugh. That was another thing she disliked.

"It's hardly the safest way to get up to this godforsaken mountain." Amelia thought to herself, snow trudging beneath her hiking boots as she ascended the hill towards the lodge. Despite the definite creepy factor, the scenery was still beautiful with all of the snow - and the view from the lodge was in no doubt going to be as spectacular as last year.

As she approached the lodge, she saw James stood with three other girls; Samantha, Emma, and Robyn. All of them had been here last year. And now they were all freezing their butts off in the cold.

"Hey guys! What's the deal? I was expecting a roaring log fire when I arrived, not four human icicles." Amelia said with a laugh as she reached them, stomping her feet as she came to a stop to try and get some more warmth into her toes.
Oh boy, was she going to have fun rubbing her freezing hands on Casey's bare stomach later. It was fun to see him squirm.

"Why are we here again? Who thought this was a good idea? What.... nevermind, i'm bored of living anyways." Toby wandered through the cold, barely aware of where he was, he was wearing a dirty black leather jacket, with a red cap on his head. He kept his hands in his pockets, except for when he needed to check his phone for the map. "Damn it's cold, why today?" He blew into his hands and rubbed them together.

Walking hurt his feet, thinking hurt his head, the cold hurt his ears. He sighed "How much longer am I gonna have to deal with this?" Just then, he arrived at the rickety building that housed the cable car.

The building made Toby afraid, mostly because he thought it looked like a uninhabited house that nobody had been in for years. The cable car just got back, slowly sliding back along the sky-wire...thing, Toby had no idea what that was called. He threw open the door, the doorknob being cold against his already freezing hands. It slammed against the wall, knocking over a clock. The slam made Toby panic, the position he took probably being more at home in a Hannah-Barbera cartoon. Once he regained his composure, his dignity running down his leg, he kicked the clock into the wall angrily. The cable car arrived at the station just then, and Toby walked over. Broken windows and glass on the seats, he didn't know what he expected. He sat down and waited for the car to finally reach the lodge.

The small shake of the car reaching the next station woke Toby up from a Beethoven induced slumber. "Finally." He stood up and walked out of the car. Looking around, there was snow, snow, more snow, tons of snow, god why was there so much snow. Well, the mansion was to his left, so he walked that way.

At least he hoped that was the mansion, did snow cause mirages? Or was that sand?

Either way, he walked in that direction. It took a bit, sloshing and stomping through the snow, but he eventually made it. He saw that some people had arrived already. He was glad, being alone would not have made him happy. "Hey! I'm here! Eugh, why did we have to come here today? The snow is awful!" Well, that wasn't the best way to start a conversation, but it would do.

Jeez, James rummaged around his pockets. He couldn't find any keys for the cabin but only few keys of his house in the city. He gripped the knob of the door hard and tried to turn it, hoping for a miracle that it would open somehow. However, his tries were in vain as the door remained close and locked. A glint of flashlight touched the corner of his left eye, James immediately turned to look and he noticed a familiar face was coming. "Hey, Sam. Are you alone?". James stepped down from the terrace into the open field of snow in front of the cabin to greet Sam. It was freaking cold and James sighed as he blamed himself for losing the key. Robyn followed after and she gave out a warm greeting. "Nice to see you, Robyn. I'm sorry, I loss the key to the cabin. If I have it with me, we can gather around the fireplace by now." James scratched his head because he was confused, thinking about a solution to this crisis. The group was becoming crowded when Amelia joined the pack. James laughed at Amelia's joke but he couldn't stop blaming himself for losing the key. Anyway, James played a prank while hoping for the other boys to come before they started to barge into the house. "Stop, right there, Amy! If you come closer, you won't be able to move! There's something unusual here! My legs can't move!" James showed a terrifying face and he tried to hold his place while grabbing both Sam and Robyn's hand, asking them not to move telepathically. James hoped that Amy would believe them. However, she was something different and this prank wouldn't work if she wasn't scared.

OOC: @MiddleEarthRoze@bluetommy2@Knight of Doom I believe that Emma haven't reach the cabin yet, right? she's experiencing a horror scene on the way. So, I didn't include her in my post above and I thought Toby would meet with her since she's his girlfriend. Anyway, if we can clear this confusion, I can edit my post.

@zellected ((I thought that they weren't together, they were only love interests right?))

Rolling her eyes, Amelia walked over and pushed James playfully; like she would fall for a prank like that. It was lame, even by his standards.
"Yeah, yeah. Save it for the campfire, Stephen King." She said with a grin before looking through the window of the front door.
"Well, if we happen to be keyless, I'll be able to fit in through a window or something." She offered, turning to look at the others. "I am the smallest here - and it's better than breaking the door down." She added.

It was probable that someone would find the key, but she wasn't particularly interested in waiting around. It was getting colder, and the dark forest was beginning to look less fairy-tale and more monster movie by the minute, even despite the pale light of the moon up above.

"Make your decision quickly, or this dork will start acting out scenes from Nosferatu." She said with a chuckle, digging James in the ribs lightly. Despite the bad jokes, she was happy to see him so chipper. Both she and him - among others - had been unaware of the whole pranking situation, and had only found out about it in the morning when neither Hannah or Beth had come back.

He'd taken it pretty hard - she not as much. Shit, she had known them all since Elementary school, had been 'besties' with Hannah in Middle School (during that way too embarrassing crush on James that had thankfully never seen the light of day) - but by the time High School had come around, she'd kinda fallen out of close friendship with them. Although they'd never argued, they had just grown apart.

Until that night, where she'd been invited pretty much for old times sake.

She'd hoped to hook up with James during that night. Although she had most definitely been crushing on Casey at the same time, he was with Chaelin at that point... and Hannah had been far more interested in him than she at that point. However, after the first night, everything had just gone to shit, and Amelia actually ended up with Casey.

Casey was okay - great, actually - but at times, he was such a damn pain to put up with. He had no tact, and quite honestly, didn't make her laugh like James did. And if it came to one of those horror movie situations she enjoyed obsessing over, she'd have no doubt that Casey would hardly be trusted. He was very quick to take the safest path; even if it meant walking over the backs of other people.

Snapping back to the present, she looked expectantly at James for his answer to her offer, jamming her cold hands into her pockets.

"Jeez, why didn't I bring a warmer coat? Or some gloves?" She thought to herself chidingly.

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"Ugh..." Casey trudged through the unforgiving snow. He was probably the last one to arrive there - you can never resist watching a good bear fight when you're all alone in the woods. He didn't get why Amelia had actually agreed to go alone. Though, then again, the boys were pretty set on watching that soccer match. He tried to distract himself from the cold by thinking of other things, but it didn't really work. All he could think about was Hannah and Beth, and their disappearance. He felt awful about that night. Why did he even agree to do that prank? It was stupid. So what if Hannah had a crush on him, why did he have to let them make a big deal of it?

"C'mon, Case, stop being all negative."

He muttered to himself as he followed the trail of multiple footsteps. He was definitely the last one to arrive. Sighing, he climbed up the hill as the cabin came into view, with the guys all in front of it. He ran over.

"Hey guys! How you doing?"

Amelia turned to see Casey arrive, and immediately felt a pang of guilt.
"Jeez, what's the matter with me? That crush with James vanished ages ago..." She thought to herself chidingly.
Heading to the front of the group, Amy grinned and flung her arms around Casey, planting a kiss on his lips.
"What took you so damn long? I was starting to think a bear or something had got you." She said with a grin, pulling back slightly to look at him.

Casey smiled at her.
"No, but I did watch a pretty good bear fight on the way here. So how come we're not in front of a roasting hot fire by now? I'm surprised a toe hasn't turned into an icicle yet."

Rolling her eyes, Amy let go of Casey and looked back at the house.
"James, our resident Einstein, has lost the key. So I offered to break and enter through a window." She said with an innocent grin. "Or...y'know, just find an unlocked window and climb through. I'm sure his parents would be pissed if we actually broke something." She added as an afterthought. Most of the ground windows would most likely be locked, but perhaps some of the ones round back would open.

"Let's check round back. Case, I might need some help getting in. I may look like a master burglar, but in reality, I have short legs." She said with a sigh, shivering and pulling her jacket around her tighter.

"Got it." Casey followed her round back. "Hey, are you sure you wanna let them in straight away? 'Cos, like, it'd be cool to explore the house on our own..." He playfully 'walked' his fingers along her shoulder with a cheeky grin.

Amy narrowed her eyes as she looked at Casey, a mischievous grin forming on her face.
"What, you want us to walk around a large, cold, dusty, dark house by ourselves, with no flashlights, no weapons, and stumble around rooms that have been empty for months, and therefore could have anything hiding inside of them?" She asked in an incredulous tone. After a pause, a chuckle burst forth from her lips.
"I couldn't possibly think of a better thing to do. Gotta be quick though - I don't want to be bitched at by the others for making them wait too long." She said, then paused outside of a high up window beside a back door. It was one of those old-fashioned ones that were bolted from the inside.
"Alright - gimme a leg up to this window, then I'll open the door for you. And no copping a feel either." She added, giving Casey one of those playful/stern looks, that in actuality, showed that she wasn't totally against what any teenage boy would be doing in this situation.

He grinned back. "Mhm, got it. Though it might be a l-i-t-t-l-e tempting." He held out his hands to serve as a step. "Go ahead. But be warned - there might be something inside..." He teased in a joking tone.

"Hopefully it's Crowley. I always wanted to be Queen of Hell." Amy teased back, planting her snow covered boot into Casey's hold and lifting herself up to the window ledge. It was one of those high-up, narrow ones; and was thankfully unlocked. Wobbling slightly as she got it open, she used her phone light to peer inside. Just your regular, creepy dark-ass back room.

With an extra push from Casey, she eased herself through, and somehow managed to twist herself enough so that her feet landed on the floor, and not her face. A broken nose was the last thing she needed.

"Alrighty then. I fought off the Werewolves and shit, so your sissie ass should feel safe in here now." Amy yelled through the window before walking over to the door, snickering to herself.

Damn, this shit is rustier than my Mom's lawnmower." Amy thought to herself as she wrestled with the door-bar. As expected, it was one of those barred-from-the-inside doors, but it looked like it hadn't been used in ages. Putting her entire weight behind it, it slid back unexpectedly, and Amy fell to the floor, hand catching on something sharp as she looked for a handhold.
"Ouch! Dammit." Amy exclaimed, looking at her hand - which had a nice new cut through the palm. What, were there razor blades stuck in the wall? Oh... just a rusted nail.

"If I get tetanus from this, I'm gonna kick James' butt." She muttered to herself as she stood up, and pushed the door open for Casey, a glower on her face as she looked at her hand, blood pooling in it already.

"Hey beautifu- oh god, what happened to your hand?" Casey's welcoming gaze turned into one of worry as he stared at her bleeding palm. "After our little adventure through the house, I will so kick resident Einstein's ass for you. Now, if we shall?" He held out his hand, gesturing for Amy to give him her own hand, though hopefully not the one currently bleeding everywhere.

"Eh, it's fine. I was just summoning a demon, and you know how picky they are about their virgin blood." She said with a wry grin, glancing around to see if there was anything to wrap around her hand. Nothing clean, anyways. Sighing heavily, Amy just pulled her scarf from her neck and tied it around her palm, then taking Casey's hand with her good one.

"I can handle any ass-kicking myself thankyou." She said in a jokingly prim manner as they passed through the house. With moonlight filtering through the windows, she couldn't tell if it made the dark interior more or less creepy. "Anyways, we have a good excuse for taking our time opening the door - there's got to be a first aid kit or medicine cabinet somewhere in this place." Amy added with a smile.

"Well, my lady, your wish is my command." He bowed, still holding her hand. Then, he got back up. "So where do you wanna check first? The bathroom might be a good place to start, right?" He looked around, trying to ignore the creepy and clearly disturbing atmosphere of the place. Casey's eyes flicked between doors. "Now, to remember where it was..." He looked at her with a grin on his face. "Race ya?"

Amy laughed and shoved Casey lightfully.
"A race? What are we, seven? She said through her laughter, then her eyes darted towards the stairs. She remembered where the bathroom was, because she'd dibs-ed it the last time they were there - the bath in there was huge. Easily big enough for two people.
"Isn't that a first aid kit over there?" She asked innocently, pointing at some random corner of the dark room to lure Casey's attention away from her, and then she began running towards the stairs. A race?

Of course she was going to goddamn race him.
"Last one there is an assbutt! She managed to yell through her mad giggles.

Luckily, Casey knew Amy well enough to know that she wasn't gonna distract him. "See you there!" He set of at a mad dash, running up the stairs and turning... ugh, which way was it again? Oh, yeah. He turned left, dodging out of the way of Amy and scooting to the right, sliding down the hallway in a burst of laughter. "You better get ready to be beaten, missy!"

Somehow Casey managed to forget the creepiness of the lodge, or what had happened the previous year. He pushed away the guilt as he turned down hall after hall, before getting to the bathroom and swinging the door open, waiting for what might be inside.

"Ugh... of course he didn't fall for that. Amy thought to herself as she groaned - but that groan quickly gave way to a grin as she realized Casey had just gone the long way round. Turning left where he had gone right, she ducked into the bathroom, closing the door shut behind her and perching on the edge of the large tub. God - she was looking forward to a bath in that later.

When Casey eventually burst through the door, she was giving him one hell of a smug grin, sat with one leg crossed over the other on the bath.
"Looks like you're the assbutt. She snickered triumphantly.

"Ah," He held up his hands in defeat, "You got me. I now crown you - Amelia, Queen of Racing. What is my punishment, oh-royal-one?" He bowed with a grin.

"Hm..." Amy pondered for a moment, and then stood up. "Well, first things first, you can help me look for this first aid kit. I'll decide on proper punishment later." She said with a grin. She loved it when Casey was playful like this. She was a total kid at heart, so games were a sure way to get her in a good mood.
Bending over, she began pawing through the cabinet beneath the sink.
"Could you check that one over there? She asked, pointing towards the cupboards beside the bath.

"I see." He said with a childish grin on his face. He loved it when he and Amy joked around like this. It always reminded him of when they were best friends in school. They always used to be the troublemakers to rest of the gang, but everyone still remained friends.

Casey brought his thoughts back to the present, and walked over to the cupboard door, crouching down. He pulled it open, spotting the first-aid kit. Aha. He reached out, grabbing it and- "AGH!" He leapt back, throwing the kit on the floor. A raccoon rushed out of the cupboard, scampering off somewhere. "Crap, that scared me." He picked up the kit and stood up, waving it in the air. "I have retrieved your item, your highness."

Amy jumped at Casey's outburst, but doubled-over laughing as she saw the spooked animal flee the room.
"I didn't realize that raccoons scared you so much." She chuckled, then walked over to him taking the first aid kit. "Ah. Excellent work, my Liege. Now we'd best open up the door for everyone else. They'll think we got busy doing something else in the bathroom." She added with a waggle of her eyebrows, still grinning at her boyfriend.

"Well, I'm not exactly Dean Winchester." He grinned back. "And you can never be too sure when it comes to us. Let's go and let the guys in before they freeze their butts off." He opened the bathroom door wider. "After you, my lady."

Amy laughed at the comment about Dean Winchester - another great thing about Casey was that he was a total SPN geek like her. Well... perhaps not as much as her, but he always joined in on Supernatural-athons.
"Well, I'm glad you're not Dean Winchester. The boy has some serious Daddy issues. Besides, you know I have a thing for the Angels." She said with a chuckle before stepping outside, retaking his hand as they walked downstairs. On a hook by the door hung a spare key - looks like whoever was here last was prepared in advance for James' clumsiness. Letting Casey unlock and open the door, Amy smiled brightly at their shivering friends outside.

"Risking life and limb, we have solved our locked door issue. Also, James, you really need to oil that back door. Dun fucked my hand up." She said chidingly to their host, waggling her bleeding palm at him, before stepping aside and allowing everyone to file inside.

"Done making out?" Samantha spoke sarcastically to the insultingly happy faces on the other side of the door frame. Not waiting for any witty remarks, he carefully made her way into the house, cautions not to bump into anyone. It was dark and musty inside the house, although Samantha spotted moving curtains on the windows, the wind of Amy and Casey's very loud race just stopping it's flow. Samantha plopped herself onto a nearby couch and shuddered, even though she was warming up.

There was a squeaking, and some movement coming from the upstairs balcony area. Samantha flinched. "Wh-" She stopped herself from saying something. She didn't want to spook everyone else out. Because Samantha wasn't scared. Not even creeped out.

No siree.