A Ski Lodge~

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A Ski Lodge~

A Ski Lodge


It's the middle of summer, and you're draped languorously on your couch, a thick book in your hands and a cool glass of lemonade within reach. A small fan whirs, a pathetic rival to the unrelenting heat. Your window is open, although it doesn't make much difference, for the air outside is still and humid. 

Suddenly, you hear the symphonious tinkling of wind chimes. You couldn't remember ever hearing wind chimes around your house before, but this isn't a huge source of concern. The biggest thing interesting you is the cream-colored envelope that has fluttered in from the window and onto your living room floor. 

You set your book down, and pick up the envelope, turning it over in your hands. On the front, in neat black ink, it spelled out your name. Odd. You slit the top of the envelope, and withdraw two pieces of parchment and a small, pressed purple flower - you aren't quite sure, but you think it's an aster. You pick up the first piece of parchment and read, 

Dear CBer, 

You are invited on an all-expenses paid vacation at Lockaria House, located within the Osorthe Forest. While there, you will experience a fortnight of fun, adventure, excitement, and, quite possibly, danger. Sign up quickly, only sixteen guests are allowed. This includes any AE companions you may choose to bring. We will begin when spots are filled.

Your hostess, 

Ms. Socie Grishelm

- Please note that the popcorn is not free.

- CAPTCHAs and CAPTCHAEs are not allowed. 

- I advise you to pack warmly, Osorthe Forest is trapped in an eternal autumn. 

- Lockaria House is not responsible for any damage or loss of property or person during your time here. 

- Please fill out the forms for both yourself and the AE you wish to attend. 

The second piece of parchment, you soon discover, contains said forms.  





Aura (Basically, what color embodies your personality?): 

Biggest Strength:

Biggest Weakness: 



Something about this letter makes you wary, but those thoughts are quickly banished to the back of your mind. It's so hot here, and an all-expenses-paid autumnal vacation is just the thing you need. You grab the writing utensil of your choice and in careful print, fill out the forms. 

Besides, what could possibly go wrong in fourteen days? 


Yep, this is a ski lodge!

I'm hoping for a full house of 16 guests! We'll begin when spots are filled. Feel free to guess who I am. ;)

submitted by Socie Grishelm, age ski lodge!, Lockaria House
(April 25, 2022 - 2:34 pm)

Wow! This is so good!

submitted by Avara, she/her
(May 5, 2022 - 10:35 am)

Ahhh that was so good!! The murders will begin soon...

submitted by Silver Crystal, age Infinity, Milky Way
(May 5, 2022 - 1:22 pm)

Oh my good..............i can't wait for the next part! This si soo cool!!!!! Who will get murdered?!

submitted by Reuby Moonnight, age 11 nebulas, Lunaitaria
(May 5, 2022 - 4:54 pm)

Aaah, amazing! Mysteriously awesome. You portrayed me exactly right--thanks!

submitted by Shining Star, age 13 eons, The Milky Way, she/her
(May 7, 2022 - 8:39 pm)

Day 1, Part 1

Tsuki woke up moments after the first sun rays burst over the treetops, bathing the Osorthe forest and her bedroom in dazzling golden light. She yawned and stretched her arms over her head, an admittedly cliche sort of way to wake up, but that’s what she did nonetheless. She untangled herself from the patchwork quilt patterned with starbursts, quickly brushed her hair, and pulled on her clothes before heading down the stairs. 

She wasn’t the first one to the entrance hall, nor was she the last. Guests were scattered around the room, waiting around or talking quietly in groups of two or three. They were all well-rested and full of energy, excited for the day’s activities. Slowly, the rest of the guests started to trickle in, and at about eight o’clock, Socie banged open the dining room doors to grace them all with her presence. 

“Good morning! Do we have everybody?” Socie’s brow bunched up, and a look that Jaybells couldn’t quite decipher flickered across her face. “Sixteen...who’s not here?”

The guests murmured amongst themselves as they tried to figure out who was missing.

“Aliza’s not here,” exclaimed Script.

“Excuse me?” the AE shot back from beside Writing. “I’m standing right here.” 


Everybody turned to face Circe, who had voiced the unsure, trembling word. “Guys, it’s pangolin. I’ve never known her to be late for things like this.” 

“Don’t worry,” Periwinkle said, reaching over and squeezing Circe’s hand. “I’m sure she just overslept or is still getting ready. We’ll go look for them.” 

Tsuki, Darkling, and Darkvine all decided to help Peri and Circe search for the missing CBer. 

Tsuki and Peri teamed up to check pangolin’s room, while Darkling looked in the library, and Circe and Darkvine patrolled the halls. 

It was Darkvine who found pangolin. Her discovery triggered an ear splitting scream that reverberated around the house and sent the guests and Socie flocking to her.

Darkvine was kneeling on the bathroom floor when Socie located her, her face drained of color and her hands grasping opposite arms with white knuckles. In front of her, pangolin lay face-up on the floor, unmoving and unbreathing, her rusty hair splayed out around her head like a reddish halo. Her temple was bruised and bloodied, and beside her sat a crowbar, the obvious offender. 

“Is she...?” Circe’s voice wavered as she gazed upon her CBer. She was unable to finish her question, but the other guests knew what she meant anyway.

Gingerly, Darkvine picked up pangolin’s wrist and felt for a pulse. Darkvine was no expert, but she knew something felt wrong. A slight shake of her head confirmed everything the guests needed to know. 

“Oh my stars...,” Shining Star pinched a spot between her eyes, clearly holding back tears. Not even a full day ago, hadn’t she and pangolin laughed as they raced each other up the stairs to the third floor? Hadn’t they all enjoyed themselves in Lockaria House’s large library, not worrying about anything and with no reason to?

“I don’t know what to make of all this,” Jaybells murmured, xir mind trying to disentangle pangolin’s death. Xe surveyed the guests. They all looked pretty shaken up. Circe was sobbing, Tsuki and Peri both at her side, telling her kind words that meant nothing. Avara and Silver Crystal both looked badly shaken up. Darkvine still had her arms hugged close to her body, looking like she wanted to aid pangolin, although the CBer was obviously beyond help. In the end, Darkvine just grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper, wet them, and dabbed the blood off of pangolin’s temple. It was the most she could do. 

“It looks like she could be sleeping, if it weren’t for the bruises,” Darkvine whispered to Writing_in_the_Dark who was standing beside her. “Do you think it was intentional?”

Writing’s face was unreadable. “I’d like to think it wasn’t. But I don’t see how pangolin getting hit over the head with a crowbar was an accident.”

Eventually, Socie told the guests they would get nothing done just standing around, and they ought to head down into the dining hall and get breakfast.

“I’ll deal with the body,” she assured them.

Circe felt sick. She didn’t like her CBer being referred to as “the body.”

“C’mon.” Peri guided Circe down the flight of stairs and onto the first floor. Slowly, the guests started to clear out, until it was just Socie, standing there with pangolin’s limp body at her feet. She stared at the spot where Reuby had just vanished down the stars, her face blank. Then she clapped her hands, and set to work.

Breakfast that day was homemade blueberry pancakes that should have been a treat to all the guests. But they might as well have been cardboard for how much the guests enjoyed them. pangolin’s death loomed above them like a heavy black cloud, making it increasingly harder to breathe. Although none of them spoke, many questions hung between all of them:

Why would somebody kill pangolin? And, if it was intentional, would they be next?


Dead: 1 (pangolin)

Alive: 16

submitted by Socie Grishelm, age Forgotten, Lockaria House
(May 11, 2022 - 3:18 pm)

oh nooo poor pangolin!! The murders have begun :0

This writing is so good and I can't wait to see what happens next :D Hopefully I won't die early on like I usually do lol

submitted by Silver Crystal, age Infinity, milky Way
(May 11, 2022 - 4:24 pm)



No but really I laughed out loud when Script thought Aliza wasn't there because she's so short XD 

submitted by Writing_in_the_dark, age 12, Valhalla
(May 11, 2022 - 5:38 pm)

Oh gosh! Oh goodness! Someone is dead!

submitted by Script
(May 15, 2022 - 12:29 pm)

Oh my....bird, I think I'm the murderer..............I wonder why? Lol. I mean, I did make a character that can kill some one with a glance

submitted by Reuby Moonnight, age 11 nebulas, Lunaitaria
(May 15, 2022 - 4:53 pm)

@I joined after this started, but, I was wondering if I could join, like as a person who get's lost, and ends up here? Or mabye a person who lives in the Manor, but in the basment, or in a cabin in the woods, and finds her way here. If It's a yes, than I'll add the form later, If no, than I'll just read along.

submitted by FoxWood!, age 17, Autumn
(May 11, 2022 - 5:43 pm)

Hi! Unfortunately, I've already planned out most of this ski lodge, so I won't be able to accept late joinings. You're welcome to read along, though!

(Virid says <aumcc>. Autumn cricket chatterbox? Well, this ski lodge does take place in an autumn climate....)

submitted by Socie@FoxWood!, age Forgotten, Lockaria House
(May 12, 2022 - 6:57 am)

Oh no--not Pangolin T^T

On the plus side, it wasn't me. 

submitted by Shining Star, age 13 eons, The Milky Way, she/her
(May 13, 2022 - 4:01 pm)
submitted by Top!
(May 20, 2022 - 12:02 pm)

Day 1, Part 2

The murderer kept to themselves. They did not speak anymore than necessary, they did not call attention to themselves. To anyone else, their behavior may have been mistaken for grieving. Nobody could suspect what they’d done, nobody could accuse them of killing pangolin.

If they were caught, everything would crumble. They could not be caught. 

Why pangolin, the murderer asked themselves whenever they had a quiet moment alone. They never reached a satisfactory conclusion. 

Yes, they had known pangolin. They ached when they thought about what they’d done. They had seen Circe be torn apart by her CBer’s death. Worse, they knew pangolin would not be the only life they’d take. 

Everything had a place in the Osorthe Forest. They knew their place, they knew their task. They might not know what all of this was leading to, they might not know the “why”s or the “how”s, but they knew it was bigger than themselves. And it was not their place to question. 

If they closed their eyes, they could still picture the silent hallway, how they tensed up every time their foot found a creaky floorboard. The cool metal feel of the crowbar in their sweating hands. 

pangolin had crept from her room, sock feet padding on the soft carpet, and opened the bathroom door. When pangolin’s back was turned to flick on the lightswitch, the murderer stepped from the shadows and swung the crowbar. pangolin never even got a chance to scream. 

Perhaps pangolin had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe it was fate, or the work of some higher power. But in the end, it didn’t really matter. 

One down, fifteen to go, the murderer told themselves. Shouldn’t be too hard.


Jaybells stumbled along the dirt path, while Socie barrelled ahead, talking rapidly about whatever they’d be doing next. Something about a beach? Xyr shoe caught on a gnarled root, and xe stumbled, scraping xyr palms on the dusty forest floor. 

“You good?” asked Silver Crystal, offering her hand to help Jaybells up. Xe brushed xyr dirt-covered palms on xyr pants, and smiled. 

“Thanks.” They walked in silence, but although they didn’t speak, they could sense pangolin’s death in each other’s thoughts. pangolin’s death had affected them both, and they were afraid of what might happen next.

“Hey guys!” yelled Aliza from somewhere ahead in the trail. Silver and Jaybells realized then that they were way behind the rest of the group. “Chop-chop!” The duo ran to catch up, taking care not to trip over any more roots. They rounded a large oak tree onto a sandy crescent-shaped beach. Cool morning mist rolled off the glassy water, obscuring most of a small island out the lake behind a veil of soft gray haze, muting the red and gold and dark green colors of its trees.

Socie was standing at the edge of the beach, the water lapping at her shoes in an almost affectionate manner, her arms spread wide as if welcoming the lake in for a hug. “Welcome, friends and companions, to Alaway Lake.”

Kei surveyed the beach. The sand had a color somewhere between beige and light brown, and a slightly rough texture. An old post and rail fence constructed from light wood marked the border between the beach and the beginning of the forest, and large gray rocks were clustered around the bottom of it. A fine selection of canoes, kayaks, and rowboats were propped up on the side of a boat rack in the sand. A tetherball pole with a faded yellow ball was secured into the sand, and a metal basket full of volleyballs and beach balls rested next to a volleyball net. The lake itself, Socie explained as Silver Crystal fished out a once-white-but-now-yellowish volleyball, spanned 64 acres and was 26 feet at its deepest point. 

“Who wants to be on my team?” called Silver, standing up on one of the gray rocks and looking at her fellow guests.

Circe, Opal, Sterling, Shining Star, and Darkling all teamed up with Silver, while Kei, Darkvine, Periwinkle, Reuby, Avara, and Aliza formed their own team. 

Writing_in_the_Dark sat down on a piece of driftwood and pulled out xyr sketchbook and pencil case, inspired by the lake’s sparkling water and mist. Who knew what secrets lurked behind that fog? 

Jaybells, Tsuki, and Script played tetherball, winner of each two person game playing whoever had sat out that round. 

The day flew by, and laughter and chatter rose above Alaway Lake. The guests were having so much fun, they almost forgot about pangolin’s death that morning.



Dead: 1 (pangolin)

Alive: 16 


Also, I probably won't be able to get a part out next week, because I'm going to be on vacation until Tuesday-- at the place that inspired Osorthe Forest and many of the locations in this ski lodge, actually (don't worry, I'm positive there are no murderers), and won't get a lot of time to write. :)

submitted by Socie Grishelm, age Forgotten, Lockaria House
(May 25, 2022 - 3:24 pm)

I have a feeling I'm the murderer, because you said my face was blank, which kind of means emotionless. So...she could have done it..or it could just because Reuby's not very emotional. If I'm right, I really hope I am, because I have never had a big role in anything, and please don't change it if I am right.

submitted by Reuby Moonnight, age 11 nebulas, Lunaitaria
(May 25, 2022 - 6:58 pm)