#thirteens_haunt

"No, the wife and kids are at their Grandmothers."

"Easier out than in."

"Yeah." (He shoulders out, and heads back to the basement to pick out a few transportable paintings. He isn't choosy about subject matter, more interested in how Glamorous they are, and how portable)

"You aim to enchant him, Lady?"

Thirteen picks a few small ones too. Stacking them carefully. Then she looks at the others. "The back door? We can hide them there?" Asked of Ice. She works fast, its clear she wants the scare. She nods at Zara. "Yes I do. You will see."

"Sure. Grab a garbage bag, we can put them in there. Think there's some lawn bags over there I see."

"Was there cash in the safe? We better get that, too."

"Jewelry. "

"Huh. Leave it, I guess. Too hard to pawn."

She goes to get a lawn bag and hands it over to him. "Jewelry is hard to pawn these days." Said softly. She smirks as Ice states the same.

(A quick, cynical grin at Thirteen, and bags up the paintings. Twisting the top, and flicking his eyes over the others. Clearly wanting to take more, but pragmatic about what he can carry. Then he takes it for the back door, and checks if there is an alarm before opening it to put the paintings out)

Zara, meanwhile, has snagged a fountain pen from the desk - it is tucked away in an inner pocket.

It seems all is still quiet, all the alarms still off. The bag is set outside. Thirteen now has her eyes on he stairs. She starts to head up them. Silent even as her hair and clothing seems to come alive. Spiders, lots of them, streaming down her thin form, writhing . She looks like a a visage of fear.

Zara follows, the black of her eyes flickering - even to mortal eyes.

(Ice....looks like a burglar, for the most part. Shutting the door, checking for valuables -- then shrugging and going to follow the women again. He has what he wants, he's staying partly from curiosity --- but mainly just as backup and to keep watch)

She seems to know the location of the master bedroom with very little problem. Floor plans are not to hard to get a hold of after all. Silent she opens the bedroom door. Snoring can still be heard. The contented sleep of a corrupted man. From a pocket comes a syringe. The stuff inside of it seems to be almost gold in color, and it gleams faintly with glamour.

Zara drops to a crouch, lurking behind Thirteen.

(He pulls out his phone, and piggybacks on the house's wireless. Like any Millennial, he plans to record it for posterity)

"Ready?" Its a smooth movement, but a fast one. The syringe is sunk into his arm at the same time her spiders race down her arm. The tiny chimera well surely be felt, crawling along his skin, exploring his snoring mouth, crowing his nose. Though not stopping his breathing, not totally.

(He leans on the doorframe, phone in hand. Watching with lidded, even bored-seeming, eyes)

She lets out another hiss, feather soft, sinuous - agreement?

And he wakes, and his eyes are wide. He goes to scream but he cannot, as his mouth is filled with spiders. He struggles even as the strange wraith like girls hover near him.

"Oh, my. He seems upset."

Zara leans in, black eyes narrowed but a feral grin threatening to break out. "Is our Big Boy upset?"

He struggles harder in response, falling out of his bed in a tangle of covers and spiders. He is not wearing a pajama top but he is wearing the bottoms. He coughs, as his eyes narrow, he is attempting to speak but gagging.

She pads around, dropping to a new crouch beside him as he writhes - like a kindergartner watching the interesting struggles of a stranded earthworm.

"Thou art upset, yes."

(Ice just watches. A third emaciated figure; something dark slithering around its neck, leaning on the doorframe of his bedroom and holding a phone)

"Why are you upset? We are here to play with you. I know you like to play games. I have seen the pictures, yes?"

He goes still, his breathing heavy. His eyes wide enough to see all the whites. The spiders retreat slightly, and he spits at Zara. He looks to be a tangled mess. Thirteen pokes at him with one bony gloves finger.

"Oh, you spit? That... truth, sir. Do you think we fear you? We know you."

"We know you are a pathetic little man who frightens children. Does it make you feel strong? Feel powerful?"

"Do you think you are -safe-? Look. Have your walls protected you?"

Thirteen creeps closer. There a flash of a blade. A scalpel held to his throat. The spiders spill forward and shadows almost seem to leap at her command. An ear drags itself across the mans chest, tentacles seeming to bleed. He whimpers as he looks to Zara.

"Do you want something? I offer you no hope. We -see- you, sir."

"We see everything, and we do not forget."

Thirteen seems content without speaking, she allows Zara to do so. The man goes to struggle, seems to want to get up, perhaps to run. But the covers are impossibly tangled around his legs. His eyes close. No tears, but his face is pale. Glamour can be felt, there at the core of his dreams and Thirteen reaches for it. The scalpel moves...though it does not cut his 'real' flesh. Glamour pours out for the taking.

That same level gaze, the flicker of enjoyment as he writhes.

(Just waiting for Ice-P before I post again)

(He just stays back. Too many cooks in the kitchen, sort of deal)

"If you remember naught else - we see you. You have no secrets from us. Perhaps you ought to be a good boy?"

His eyes just stay closed, as though they are dreams he can wish away. The spiders start to retreat even as the room pulses with a dark, rich, slightly corrupted sort of glamour.

(He looks over his shoulder, listening for anyone coming, then turns back)

A puddle starts to form near the lower half of the covers.

She trails a gloved fingertip along his arm. "If you are not... perhaps next time, we shall take some souvenirs? A thumb, mayhaps? Or.. oh... widdums..."

He struggles as she states that. Attempting to wiggle from her touch. His eyes still closed. Now he is sweating. It is not clear what Thirteen had in that syringe but it seems to be doing more than just keeping him enchanted. She breaths in and her spiders rush back to her. She looks to Zara and nods to the door.

"You really don't have any control, do you?" a raspy noise - an awful not-laugh. She rises, walking after thirteen.

(He waits until they're passed, to shut off the phone. A final flick of eyes back, then reaches a gloved hand to shut the door after them all)

(He follows, making sure nothing is left behind as evidence) "Maybe should open a window, make him think we came through there, if he wonders where the paintings went."

Thirteen moves quickly down the stairs. "The paralyzing effect will end in a few minutes. I cannot make it to strong or it would be traceable. He will be enchanted for a while longer however, so we should move."