There was plenty of creaking and rattling of things on walls, yet we made our way to the top regardless. We turned right, down the dust covered red carpeted hallway, and that's when the work began. The ghosts came charging down the hallway towards us. I was on the right, Kenn was on the left, and Dave was just behind and between us. Kenn turns on his purple lightsaber and I turn on my blue one. Dave's got the green one, and he turns around to cover our backs. The ghosts grew in size the closer the got, and once in range they were nearly as big as us. Kenn took his ghost out with a sweeping, downward strike, and I cut mine horizontally through the midsection. Both ghost 'deaths' were nothing really to write about - once seemingly solid apparitions, upon being struck down by a lightsaber, just dissipated like steam from a hot cup of tea. This house was indeed haunted, and this was only the beginning. Down the hall we went, and every door we came upon one stood on either side, while the third kick the door in. From then on we just destroyed pretty much everything in every room - ghost or not. Room by room, foot by foot, we made our way down the upstairs hallway. The further we managed to get, the thicker the opposition became. Ghosts charged us from the front and back, sometimes even trying to sneak up on us by descending through the ceiling above. The end of the hallway was the master bedroom, and from the reports we had before going (funny how information makes itself available to you mid-dream) it was the epicenter of all the haunting. It was Dave's turn to breech the door, so Kenn and I stood on either side, lightsabers at the ready. Dave kicked in the door. The instant it was opened we all heard relentless screams from the inside. Dave started swinging, ghosts started dying, and he battled his way in. Just as Dave was in, and there was room enough behind him for another lightsaber to safely swing about, I went in. Shortly after me, Kenn. The humming of our strikes was altogether impressive, yet given the scenario it only seemed all the more hopeless. We split into three different direction, Dave still taking the center line. Kenn broke right and I broke left. The room was dim, save the constantly moving glows from our weapons, and we were taking heavy beatings. Ghosts were swiping, quite sharply, at our faces and arms, and one rather large one, pretty much glued to, yet consuming most of, the floor was swiping at our legs. We each fell a couple times, and the larger of the ghosts were getting severely wounded, not killed. The density of ghosts in the room began to grow, they were pouring in faster than we could kill them. So thick was the population, and so painful was our punishment, we began to swing aimlessly and powerful, knocking out walls and a couple support columns. The roof above us and the walls around us begin to crumble. The ghosts either make a mad dash out of the room (why I don't know), or take one final try at us. The ceiling gives, dust is forced at us in all directions in thick, un-breathable plumes. As if an invisible dome surrounded the encircled trio, the dust encircles us and never comes within three feet. The bits and pieces of heavy ceiling hit an invisible barrier above us, and then roll along it like marbles down a smooth slope. Kenn and I are confused, and we look inward to see Dave - black as shadow save the glow in his eyes and the gritting of his white teeth. When the collapse finished, Dave switched back to 'normal', and then as if it were no big deal that he just harnessed all his living essence in order to reduce himself to a force-field generating shadow, he barked a battle cry at Kenn and myself, as well as the few remaining ghosts. We charged back through the door we originally entered, and 'cleaned' our way back out of the house. |
