She recorded the torn and shredded clothing, running her torch over the mess and frowning slightly as she picked up a school skirt the exact same as the one she was wearing.

"This is freaky..."

She kicked around a few boxes, spilling their contents onto the floor without a care and zooming in on them with the recorder. The clothing ranged from young to old, male and female. She sighed sadly, realizing what it meant. Looking back at you as she heard you walk down the stairs she bit her lip then said.

"It's not a serial killer because there's too many different types of clothing, there's no pattern. School students, children, adults... all the clothing just doesn't add up..."

Her eyes then lit up as a thought came to her.

"What if this place is cursed and evil spirits kill whoever enters, leaving nothing but their clothing behind!"

She suddenly stopped talking. Her brow creased as her eyes found something swishing through the air behind you.

"What's that...?" She asked pointing her finger at it and raising the camera slightly.
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He would stand there perfectly still and silent as he would watch you zoom your camera in and out at the clothes all on the floor. He blinks his eyes and just looks right around the dark room as he flashes his light side to side to have a look around. Little does he no that he has a new attention to his body, as right behind his feet fabric from his trousers and boxers litters the ground as coming out of the hole in his bottom is a longish light hazel nut furry tail.

It sways back and forth, obviously with a mind of its own, he cant feel it nor does he notice it, not even the sound it makes cutting back and forth threw the air hits his ears, he just listens to what you say about it not being a serial killer, that much is clear as the clothing is way to different and there is no logically pattern to follow, and then he would start to think of over possibilities and then you hit him with one that he has been thinking of for some time now.

What if the house is curse, that in the sense of people coming in here and just vanishing into thin air leaving just behind there clothes, that is indeed a possibility as nothing makes sense in this weird house, and then he would raise his head a bit as he would now clearly hear the sound of fabric tearing and given way, this is not from him, it sounds like it is coming from your direction, as he would turn his head lightly to look at you, he hears your words and see’s you pointing your finger at him, but his jaw hangs lightly as he would see something in the darkness behind you swinging side to side freely.

“wha…….whats that behind you……..”
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Her eyes were wide, gazing intently at the thing hanging behind your shorts. She heard the distinct sound of ripping and when you spoke, she slowly turned her head around and screamed, jumping into the air and dropping the camera as she tried to grab the hazel coloured tail from behind. As soon as her fingers touched it she let out another shriek.

"Oh my god get it off!!! What the hell is it?"

She looked over at you, the same tail swishing from behind you as well.

"You've got one too! Get it off!"

She backed into the wall, trying to pull it off her but it would not budge and only served to send small sharp shooting pain through the bottom of her spine every time she tried.
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His eyes go wide as he takes several steps back, you scared the living heck out of him jumping up into the air like that, the camera hitting the ground causes it to make a loud thumbing sound witch of course is no good for the camera, as from that drop it is bound to off taken some damage. His eyes lock onto you as your hands go right behind you as your fingers brush up against the hazel nut tail, he would then take a step back and listen to your words.

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His eyes go wide once more as his hands go behind him, his fingers then rub up against the soft fur and then lock onto it, and then with one sharp tug he lets out a yelp as a pain runs up threw out his spin.

“Awwwwwwwww, shit shit shit, that hurt !”

Confusion now sets in, what the hell is this thing coming from is bottom, it of course is a tail but how the hell is that even possible, that just cant happen in real life, there has to be answers but he does not want to ask yet he wants to get the heck out of here.

“We got to get out of here, this is fucking freaky”
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She watched you pull at your tail then quickly ran over to you and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from hurting yourself as her eyes were brimming up with tears.

"Ok ok just calm down..."

She tried to calm herself, trying to keep a level head on things but her body was still shaking. She looked away from you and back up the stairs, trying to hide the fact that she was afraid perhaps for the first time in her life.

"This has to be something to do with this house... let's get out of here."

She swooped down and picked up the camera without checking to see if it still worked and grabbed your hand, running with you out of the basement and towards the front door. Everything seemed ten times more frightening than before. The noises of scrapping and screeching that didn't bother her moments before, sent chills down her spine. She reached out and grabbed the front door handle then gasped in fright as from her hand, fur, soft hazel brown fur was growing even as she watched it start from her fingertips and move up her arm. She jumped back into you.

"What the fuck!"
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He would just stand there as you run right over to him and grab a tight firm hold of his wrist, his eyes would shift and glance to the side as he looks at your face, into your eyes as he can see as clear as say that you are scared and upset over what is happening to yourself and himself, and he does not blame you at all, this is something that is weird and freaky so the way you are acting is justified.

He gets trailed on off right behind you, going right up the basement stairs as quickly as they originally came down them, he moves threw the door and into the other room with you and before he knows it he is in the main hallway with you once more, you still holding onto him go up to the door and place your hand onto the door handle and go to pull it, but the odd thing is there is a clicking sound, a sound that tells us both that the door has just locked meaning that we are both still trapped in this house with no means of escaping.

What he see’s next is even worse than the new found tails that they both now have, his eyes would lock at your hand on the door, its so different than last time he had looked at your hands, your hands once so small and soft and delicate looking now look rough and touch, there still small but they just look to different for his liking, and to top it off the same fur type on your tail has founds its way onto the back of your hands, quickly he slides his hand out of your changing hand and grabs the sleeve of your top and pulls it up to reveal to himself and you that your whole arm is covered in this light hazel nut fur.

“What the heck, this is wrong, quickly think, what can we do to stop this, your changing into something at an alarming rate and its scaring the heck out of me”
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Within her panic she started pulling at the door handle, trying to pry it open with sheer force alone. Suddenly realizing that it wouldn't open she punched the door then turned to you with panic in her eyes.

"It's not working... I don't know what's with this place. It must be a joke, we must have touched something and we're getting an allergic reaction to it or something..."

She knew that his couldn't be true, nothing could make them both grow tails or fur over their hands. Looking down at her own hands, she watched as it started to grow up her arm which only intensified her fear. Biting her lips she rushed to the stairs and said.

"There has to be a window we can climb out of. I saw a tree up against the second floor window, if we can -- I don't know -- smash the window or something then we can get out of here!"

She ran up the stairs, hurrying along the corridor and stopping at the window where a dark and frightening shadow was clawing across the glass and making high pitches screeching noises.
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He stands there as he watches as you panic now, banging at the door with everything you have now got, desperation has taken you over, your and his own heart are going a mile a minute, they have to get out of this house at all costs and they will no matter what as his own eyes have glanced down and he has seen his own hands, the soft hazel nut fur has like yourself appeared on the back off his hands as well, this is to much for him, people just do not sprout fur and tails, it is this house and he will rather die than stay in here any longer.

Words are not needed by him, he just listens to what you say and nods his head lightly, he would quickly run with you, up the stairs as fast as he can following you, the old wooden floor boards break and snap due to there speed but it does not matter, they would both reach the end of the hallway, darkness covers it but he is to scared to say anything.

His eyes rest on the escape route, right on the window, it looks locked and it probably is locked. But right now he does not care, fear has over taken him and he will do anything to get out of the house. His right foot it brought up as he then rams it into the window. The glass shatters and falls to the ground, at the same time it would stick into his shoe and tear it lightly. The window now open he would quickly claim out of it, thankfully there is a massive thick tree branch right at the window, he crawls out the window and onto it and moves right to the tree, he would quickly remove both of his shoes as glass has cut threw them both, his head turns and looks at you.

“Quickly get out, its safe trust me !”
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She shrieks as you put your foot through the glass, covering her face from the shards of broken glass. She lowered her arms slowly, looking from you to the broken window. She is not altogether reassured but when she looked into your eyes, she regained control of her senses. Nodded with a now determined expression she kicked away a small amount of glass still on the window sill and clambered through it. Her foot hit the bark as she almost lost her balance, gripping onto the window in fright. She righted herself and climbed onto the tree with both hands tightly hugging the branch.

"I'm ok,"

She called up to you once she was firmly attached to the tree and only then noticing that she had cut her hand open on a stray piece of glass still attached to the window, for who's blood could it have been besides her own but her chest was thumping too loud and hard for her to even notice.

She didn't dare look at her hand as she climbed down the tree, landing in a bush and falling into it. She looked up, waiting for you.
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He stands there on the branch as he watches you claim out the window just like himself. You move so fast across the branch of the tree that he basically blinks his eyes and your in the bush on the ground, there was no messing around with you, you really wanted out of that house. He then moves and places his hands onto the tree and also his feet and slides down as well, landing right in the same bush as you he hit’s the ground with a light thud.

“Ouch…….”

He quickly gets right back up and moves his hands to his backside and rubs his bottom being careful not to touch the flickering tail behind him, standing there right beside you he turns his head and looks at the house, with a light smile he now knows that you are him are safe, you are out of the house and on the outside now meaning that this wont go any further, he just blinks his eyes and looks on into your eyes.

“Right we got out of there, now what, we still got tails…and fur……”

He looks at you seriously, you where always the one with answers, he wants to no whats happening to the, what he and you are turning into and how it can be stopped, he just looks on you as the hazel fur creeps right up his arm, spreading over to his chest and legs, he feels extremely itchy now, the soft fur pressing against the fabric off his top and trousers, such fir should not be confined to human wear, the fur spreads more and as it does his temperature starts to go up as his body heats up……..