Haunted House RP

[Mutanatia]

It was a dark and stormy night, the perfect night for President Teresa Sammon to set up The Haunted Mansion. This was no Disney attraction; this was the real thing. There'd be many ghosts jumping out. On top of it all, Teresa Sammon had decided to invite Botago's troops to not only go through the Haunted House like the others, but also to engage in a game of paintball (in the dark, using night vision goggles) afterwards with her own troops. She awaited the first people to join...

[Botago]

OOC: I'm not English, so I will do my best, but I don't know if what I'm gonna write will be correct! ;D

IC: President George Sherman took his Tippmann 98 Custom and he lowered, slowly approaching to the back door of the house. The mansion was really ghostly, and Sherman felt a shiver along the backbone supporting the hand on the handle. He opened the door and he entered, followed by four of his bodyguards. Teresa Sammons had had a good idea to organize a clash of paintball between the two nations: it would be amusing and it would improve the relationships among the countries.

[Mutanatia]

(OOC: Beautiful)

The doors creaked open, and out came a butler whose skin was pale white. "Good evening," He said. "Let me introduce myself: I am Count Steuben von Stubbing, and I am here to guide you through the mansion before we reach the arena. Walk right this way." They headed up the steps to the mansion. The steps seemed to creak and groan with every step. Sometimes, you could swear they were about to break out from right under you. With a yellow-toothed grin, the butler produced a key from his pocket. Turning it, he opened the door.

Inside were paintings. Some of them were bare, others had eyes that moved as you did. As they approached some of the blank frames, a ghostly image was created that looked just like them...only they were in a coffin! Finally, there was a shriek of laughter, followed by ghostly laughs. "Don't mind the residents," the butler said. "They merely are not used to adventurers."

[Botago]

George Sherman and his bodyguards entered in a long, dark corridor, carrying their paintball rifles. There was a man, at the end of the corridor: he was wearing a blue suit with a strange cap. "Hello." he said. "Welcome to the Haunted Mansion."
"Er...Hi."George Sherman said.
"Please follow me, sirs. I will guide you to the arena."