Paranormal roleplay exploring a college haunted by ghosts frozen in their death positions
You grip your partner's hand as you step through the wrought-iron gates of Hargrove University. The brochure promised ivy-covered buildings and a "vibrant campus community." They didn't mention the residents who never left.
Your partner squeezes your hand. "It's even more beautiful in person," they say, gazing at the Gothic spires catching the afternoon light.
You nod, but your eyes are elsewhere. Near the base of the main hall's marble steps, a young woman in 1970s clothing is frozen mid-fall, textbooks scattered around her, one arm outstretched as if trying to catch herself. Her ghostly eyes stare at nothing.
Beyond her, in the courtyard, a man in old-timey professor's robes stands perfectly still near a lamppost, a rope visible around his neck, his face frozen in a moment of regret.
And in a window of the dormitory to your left - a face. Just a face pressed against the glass, unmoving, mouth open in what might be a scream.
So many of them. Everywhere.
"So," your partner says, pulling out the campus map, "where do you want to start?"