Whoops! I just realized I've been spelling it "impostor" this whole time. It's imposter. I knew that. I must have been really mad.

Anyways, I'll continue from where I left off:

Min-seo Moon:

Min-seo woke up frigid.

She half expected the window to be open when she sat up, blinking into the dark, but it was tightly shut. The heaters in her room sputtered on with courage and vigor, despite their age, and the sound of their wheezing was almost comforting until she realized that ice had formed on her hands.

She lunged for the bedside table and flipped on her EMP-Meter. It chattered to life instantly, humming with energy. She slid off the bed and stumbled to the bathroom, running water over the frost on her hands.

Min-seo smiled to herself through chattering teeth. A cold ghost for a cold place.

The EMP Meter spiked in its chittering and she turned back to the room. A cat, lonely and dim in the center of her mattress, was watching her with pupilless eyes. It made no divet in the fabric of the sheets, as though it weighed nothing at all, and did not move from its post.

"Hello, ghostie," said Min-seo, "what's your name?"

The cat did not respond. It slowly lifted its legs and leapt off the bed, making no sound, and padded up to Min-seo. It had no features on its face, except for the eldritch-white orbs that flickered in place of its eyes. 

It padded over to Min-seo and rubbed its face against her leg, just as a normal cat would. She bit her hand to keep from crying out. The ghost's fur, which phased in and out of her leg rhythmically, was like dry ice on her skin, searing her with cold. The cat finally pulled away and looked up at her, then began to walk away.

"Wait," she breathed. She slid on her slippers, snatched up her defensive icons (a crucifix, holy water, and ghost-repellent from Mali) and her EMP Meter, and followed the cat as it phased through her door.

She opened the door to find that another cat had joined the first; for a moment, Min-seo felt as though she were seeing double. The two cats walked down the hallway, past each person's rooms, and began to descend the stairs. They walked down and down and down until they were on the staff-only floor, below the first and above the sealed-away basement.

"Hope no one follows me," muttered Min-seo, following the cats around a corner.

As she did, three more cats melted out of the floor beside her. She stopped, hesitating for a moment. Five cats. Why did the number five stand out to her? They made no sound as she caught up to them, halting with them as they stopped at a blank patch of wall.

They looked at her expectantly.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with this?" she asked. The cats looked between her and the wall again. She groaned. 

"Ah, alright." She stepped forward and rapped a knuckle against the wall. She was surprised when the sound didn't stop, and instead continued to bounce back and forth.

"Hollow," she muttered. She began to peel at the paper, forgetting that she was a guest at the establishment. The outline of a door was visible, then a keyhole, then a small face carved into the wood--

Then someone grabbed her from behind and hauled her back. She bit back a scream and froze, gasping. A hand was clasped over her mouth and nose. She could barely breathe.

She looked up and saw one of the receptionists, not a ghost. He had lost his dull, friendly demeanor and was scowling, pressing her back against the wall. The cats were gone. Her hands twitched as she scrabbled against his arm.

"You," he hissed, "I knew you'd be trouble. What did I tell you about staying in your room? YOu can't be down here."

All the while, he pressed down harder. Something dark glinted in his eyes. 

Min-seo hoped against all odds that someone had followed her. 

Theodore~

Theodore lay there in the pitch dark, frozen against the toppled chair.  He tried desperately to  regulate his breathing as his eyes adjusted to the light and he judged the distance to the door.

Finally, he shakily raised himself out of the chair, stumbled to the door, and  flung it open into the light.  He wasn't really tired anymore.

Theodore wandered down the hall aimlessly, switching on every single light along the way. His goal theoretically was to end up somehere with a water fountain, but the Overfeld Estate didn't seem like a place that would carry one. Even if it did he wouldn't be too keen on drinking from it, anyway.

He strolled further and further into the back halls of the hotel.  The whole aesthetic became increasingly run down the further he wandered.  The paint was peeling, and the corners had the beginnings of cobwebs.

Theodore turned the corner and nearly jumped out of his skin.  A young woman, he vaguely recognized her from earlier, was being nearly suffocated by the once-apathetic receptionist.

"AH! I mean," he glanced around wildly, looking for anyone else to intervene on this situation besides him.  "Let go of her!  I-I'm armed!"

Glad you're still here!  Are you comfortable with firearms, or should he be armed with something else like pepper spray or a taser?  Some RPs on here have them, but I don't know the proper etiquette :3

Note from Admin: We'd prefer you avoid firearms.

Admin

Rebecca~

I think I have gone insane...

There is no way my sister is sitting on my dresser, no freaking way.

And yet, she switches from humming to singing.

"We don't know how we came here,

We can't know when we'll leave.

From warmest days,

To coldest Eve's.

Sometimes there are things

We just can't believe.

So charish this time we have together

I warn you at the least.

Death will come sooner or later ,

And your mortality will be released."

She then looks at me, directly.

"How long?"

"Hmm, sister?"

"How long since death released me?"

"About ten years, sister. Today is the eve."

"She had worry in her eyes for a second. Then smiles.

"I told you we'll be together again one day."

"I know that! I just wasn't expecting...."

She tackles me, well kinda. She went through me and through the bed. She then realized what happen. Floated up a little, and wrapped her arms around me.

She's freezing cold.

"Me either, Becky."

No one has called me Becky for 10 years. I made sure of it.

"Then why are you here?"

"This place...it's bonds to death are very weak. Souls past through here all the time. So the people here make sure to not let any of them excape to the outside world. As for myself... I wanted to be with you. When I felt your presence here Becky, I came when the gap between here and death was the smallest. I just didn't expect ten years to have gone by..."

And there it is. A twitch in her smile. Whenever she lies. Her smile will twitch. Her intentions can be figured out by which corner.

Right now it's her right. So I let it slide.

"Someone is in trouble! We have to help."

"Sarah. We can't leave now! It's not morning and the staff says-"

"Hang the rules! I would rather die than..."

"Sister-"

"You know what I mean! Let's go!"

She tries to grab my wrist. But her hand phases through.

"....please?"

"Fine. But If I get killed. You have yourself to blame."

"Whatever you say Bec-"

"And please don't call me Becky. I am not a child." I open the door and look both ways.

"Lead the way." 

Sebastian~

Horrible Siren. You have led so many of my comrades to their deaths, and now here I am following you like a lamb to the slaughter.

But I can't sit idly by, facing to the east or the north or the south ignoring your voice and waiting for the storm to pass. As long as I'm doing something, anything at all, there's a chance that it could lead me back to the path I've strayed from. To my family.

So I turn west, to the door, and hear your song once again. 

Bring me the key from deep in the sea

Unlock the chest and set both of us free 

You've said that thrice already, Siren, and heaven knows how many other times when I was ignoring your call. I cannot say what it means, but I'll follow your voice to the ends of the earth if I must.

With all the strength I can muster, I heave the bookcase away from the iron door. It is not unlike the door to a vault, with a four-digit combination lock. I notice a yellowed piece of paper tucked halfway underneath it. I pick it up, afraid it may crumble in my hands. It looks older than dust.

Have you forgotten again, my dear?

It's the door and the windows.

-A

The door and the windows. With caution, I step outside for a moment and examine the outside of my door. 531 is marked onto it. I can vaguely make out the sound of a commotion in another part of the building, but it does not concern me right now.

As for the windows... there are 2 of them in this room so that must be it. 5312. I try the lock and it works. Whoever that note was meant for, they can't've been right in the head to forget such an easy combination.

The door screeches painfully open, making me wonder if the receptionists have heard it and are coming to find me. Either way, there's no turning back now.

A small electric lantern is one of the only possessions I've brought to this accursed place, and now it pierces the darkness for me, revealing a staircase that descends into the nebulous underbelly of this miserable hotel. The Siren's song is louder than ever now, and I feel I am drawing nearer to its source.

As I begin my descent, I hear water dripping. 

DID IT!

Dr. Deyrn Peters

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After tossing and turning quite a bit, Dr. Deyrn sat up, slipping his shoes on. He left his coat on the rack, feeling the walls already start to loom closer, the coat would not help. He stood before the door, staring at it, just as he had with Min-seo's. He felt a cold draft, despite the windows being firmly shut. Whipping his head around, he came face-to-face with a man about his age, wearing a hospital gown, his eyes had no glint in them.

" Follow me, doctor. She is losing time. Then, you're mine." The man turned, and walked down the hallway, Deyrn hesitated, before quickly jogging after him.

" Who are-" He saw the staff floor entrance. " We shouldn't..."

The man said nothing but continued. Ghosting along the floorboards without a sound, while the doctor's footsteps were muffled slightly by the ragged carpet in the hall. The two continued until Dr. Deyrn saw one of the young men from the lobby, holding a can of... Pepper spray? Beginning to wish he had stayed in his room, he looked to the man, who just held a hand to his lips and dissipated as if he were made of ash. Startled, he backed up a bit, away from the spot where the man had dissipated.

Deyrn peeked around the corner, over the man from the lobby's shoulders. He saw the receptionist, holding Min-seo Moon in a headlock. After a few seconds of shock, Deyrn's scattered mind, reunited to form one thought. He had to help her. He walked to stand beside the young man, and put his hands up, shaking furiously, he said, fighting to keep his voice strong, " Put her down." He was slightly surprised to hear himself sound even slightly menacing. Just the thought of that 'explorer of the paranormal' getting hurt made him lush with anger. He guessed it was just doctor training. The receptionist snarled, before saying...
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SUSPENSE! I'm so sorry for not posting sooner, school and stuff got in the way! ;-;

Thanks Tyberious! I’ll post a new addition soon. We can continue this!!