And today's module is storywriting. I love this module. Hoohoo. Problem's about creating the settings for a game. So here's my very long story/settings of the game. I start off in chapter 1, the opening scene- Haunted house.

*crickets creaking in the background*

He wakes up with a start, his heart pounding. He sits half-naked on the rumpled bed, his blankets strewn all over the floor amidst his other possessions, listening intently.

There! He heard it again, footsteps shuffling about the house. He gets out of the bed, throwing on a plain white t-shirt and a coat that is hanging by his bed post. Bending to retrieve a baseball bat lying on the floor, he starts towards the door, unconsciously tip-toeing.

“Shit”, he mutters to himself as he turns the doorknob and pulls, the door creaking. It seems to magnify ominously in this big empty house that he moved into this morning. He creeps out of his bedroom, gripping the bat so tightly in his sweaty hands. He enters pitch black darkness and for a moment, all he can hear is his heart pounding. Then slowly, the darkness melt away to reveal a foreign house, one he hasn’t seen before. He isn’t in his house anymore. He turns back to where his bedroom door was supposed to be and sees a blank stretch of wall instead.

A purple mold-eaten carpet stretches along the corridor and grime encrusts the edges and corners of the windows. The moon cast a weak, sickly glow on everything it touches. Peering out of a window coated with grease so thick, it blurred the surroundings outside, he sees a grey flat land stretches away to endlessness. Bare trees are scattered around like thickets of thorns. Rocks of different sizes and shapes are littered here and there.

With a thick, dry gulp, he readjusts his hold on the bat and walks on, breathing hard. As he passes an elaborately carved archway of flowers and skulls, a flurry of bats rushed out of the gloom ahead, their wings beating against his face and body. With a yell and swinging his bat wildly, he rushes into a hall, his footstep echoing into the dead silence, mingling with the screeches of the bats.

Running blindly, his arms flung up to shield his face, the spine-tingling notes of an organ begins. It’s notes floated eerily towards him and a chill spread around him. Mist came out of his mouth with every noisy breath. Very slowly he turned, and he screams a broken, blood curdling scream of a grown guy.

An army of bats beat their wings or hang upside down above the many bronze pipes of an organ situated on a wide platform joined to the main hall by a few broken steps. The organ sits on a beautiful, richly-colored Victorian carpet that spreads on the whole platform. A chandelier hanging with crystals sparkle above all, casting an orangey light. It, the carpet and the organ are the only beautiful things in the whole house. Apparently, no one is playing the organ.

He got to get pass the bats and exits the house which is located a storey up. Unfortunately, the stairs to the higher storey curves away from the two ends of the platform, which the organ and bats are smacked right in the middle of. With a deep breath, he rushes up the steps and towards the bats. Immediately, bats swoops down at him.

lol --> (Player controls character up the stairs. Every few steps, player will be forced to stop and beat off the bats with his baseball bat)

The stairs is covered with a musty red carpet and the banister is elaborately carved in the same pattern as the archway. Dust rises up with every heavy step. Slime coated the walls hung with grimy paintings and portraits of pompous people with big gowns and wigs. A door with the wood and paint peeling away stood half open at the top of the stairs. Dashing through it, he slammed the door shut and the whole house seems to shake at the force of it.

The main hall seems drearier than the basement. White sheets was draped over sparse furniture and fog curled around. Cobwebs stretch across covered furniture and grey wooden walls. A chandelier similar to the one in the basement, but unlit and dusty, hangs high above. The dust enters his nose and he sneezed. Again, the sound seems loud and ominous in the creepy house. Hurrying towards the only door, he turned the cold bronze of the door knob and steps out into the chill of the night.

The end. lol. The rest of the chapters and scenes is written by others.

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