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[DareRiver]

Does it have to be a story or can it just be something else?

[Mister Eames]

Title: Death
Rating: T
Genre: Horror/Angst
Theme/s: Death, Dark
Word count: 206
Critique: Yes please.

Blood dripped, landing on the wooden floor. Splat, splat. It seeped, it flowed, slowly draining the shell of its life. A pale hand came in view. Reaching for something that was no longer there, reaching but never touching. Blood trailed down that hand, white mixed with dark crimson. Eyes follow the trail. It leads a path. Up the pale hand…swerving up the even paler arm. The blood dripping like a swirl. That swirl leading to the shoulder. The shoulder covered in the dark crimson, a strap absorbing the blood, blood trailing down the dress where the strap connected. The once sparkling ocean blue dress was now a dark red, almost black. Eyes flicker back to the shoulder, blood dripped from the neck. Eyes slowly follow, seeing blood flow from the once, rich pink, lips now a deathly pale. The blood flows from the lips down deathly white cheeks down to the tips of the hand, which reached but couldn’t touch.

Eyes flicker to the eyes, they had glazed over, seeing but not seeing, these eyes had once been a rich chocolate brown. Once. But now glazed giving the finally effect that this woman had died, a horrible and painful death but a death none the less.

[Miss Chocolate Kiss]

I'll give it a try. ^^

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A young boy, whose name is of no importance, was bid to do yard work for behaving badly towards his baby sister. As he lazily raked the leaves, he heard the buzzing of busy honeybees collecting pollen from everywhere they could.

"If only I could fly as well, I could surely get this out of the way faster." The boy sighed. No sooner had the words passed his lips that the boy shrank to the size of a honeybee and sprouted fine, lacy wings out his back.

"Well golly, would you look at that? I can fly!" Now, he was too small to pick up the rake. 'Oh well', thought the boy, now he would never have to work again. He decided to fly about leisurely instead, marveling at how amazingly large everything was now. It was quite a grand and wonderful outing. He saw what looked like another boy-turned honeybee, and he decided to fly over and boast about how much larger his wings were in comparison.

As he approached closer and closer, he saw that it was no boy at all, rather, a wrinkled, withered husk, the eyes bugged out to the point where they were barely contained in the sockets. Frightened but morbidly curious, he drew closer, but was suddenly snagged in something and could not move. He wriggled helplessly until he caught sight of the legs of a black, disgusting spider stepping over him. The spider faced him, and the boy gasped-it had the cherubic face of his baby sister, but had eight, glossy eyes instead of the two baby-blue ones his real sister had.

"You're not a nice brother." The baby sister-turned-spider said, quivering. "I want more sisters!"

"Aww shaddup, sis, just get me out of here! Or I'll tell mom on you!"

"You shut up!" She stuffed one of her long, hairy legs into the boy's mouth, making him gag and wriggle silently in fear and anger. She stuffed in more and more legs until his mouth was pulled horribly oblong, and spat venom all over his face. His eyes, nose, and mouth were full of the inky poison, and as he began to convulse in the throes of death, he heard his little sister's voice again.

"At least your body is warm enough to hatch new sisters from. Siblings that actually like me."

And then, he woke up from beneath the tree he had dozed off under, slacking in his yard work for the last time. He quickly finished and ran inside to apologize to his baby sister.

Remember, don't slight children, as they never forget being wronged.

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A bit different from my usual stories, that's for sure. XD

[demon strait outta_hell]

No ones scared you yet! YAY!

Give me a few days... and... I'll Be... BACK! WOOT!

[Adam Loves You]

Necromancy. The so-called ‘art’ of taking a dead body and animating it once more, keeping the once peaceful soul inside of their old body like a prison; telling them to do any of the commands the necromancer wishes. The process of becoming a necromancer is a long, tedious once, where a person gives up any other formal faith, or ‘shackles’ that held them down before, and allow them to command the undead themselves. It is obvious that these…scientists are shunned from society, or killed right when knowledge of their profession rises. However, some get away, and they conduct their dark experiments in the safety of their own labs; raiding cemeteries and graveyards for the proper ‘tools’ that they need.

Heigan…was a necromancer. His own name even has the ring to make it sound foul and distasteful, the perfect combination for someone to make the dead walk again. Heigan used to be a powerful magician, being one of the best in his capital. The power to shoot fire from your fingertips, to cause an ice storm rain from the sky in a matter of seconds, and to summon powerful elementals that stood by his side and fought for him; using the elements themselves to strike fear and pain into his enemies. The magician was well-liked throughout the kingdom, having calm, warming feel to him despite his vast power. Like most men though, his heart belonged to only one woman, despite many opportunities to go after another. She seemed interested in another, though…and this angered him greatly. To hide his frustration and anger, he hid himself with in his studies…trying to calm himself and forget about her as best as he could. However, like any other mage, Heigan was curious…ever-searching to acquire more knowledge of anything magical. This is what brought his thirst for knowledge to the Dark Arts, that of Necromancy. He knew it was forbidden. But that is why it made it all the sweeter. To know something that others cared not to, to have more power than anyone else had imagined. Yes. With these powers, he would be able to create his own army if he so desired.

There are many kinds of specialty ‘units’ a necromancer can summon at his disposal. The first one, is allowing the person to be risen as they were in life. This means that they will have all the abilities they had in their living life. The same strengths and weaknesses, but this time…the strengths would be amplified through the dark magic running through their veins. Bloodlust will cloud their minds, and they will only ‘live’ to serve their master. The perfect soldiers the undead are…having no fear or second thoughts about charging head-first into a slaughter. They had no regrets or feelings. Emotions fly upon the people being attacked. Fear enveloping them as they see the dead walking again. Their stench of decay moving swiftly throughout for no one to escape. Sadness and despair is only amplified…when one person recognizes the walking corpse as one of their friends or family.

As soon as word had gotten out of Heigan’s distasteful experiments, he was instantly banished from the kingdom, the guards and militia too fearful to make a move of aggression towards him. He left quietly though, not saying a word. There the entire town had stood, making two large columns on the side of the road that led outside of the kingdom gates. All of them watched as he walked down the cobblestone road, the silence being broken by him kicking a rock every once in a while. All they did was stare at him. Their eyes piercing through him, looking down upon him like he was lower than dirt. He knew he wasn’t. He knew the power he was able to harness. None of them had understood the privilege he had come across. Not even….her. There she was, one of the many faces in the crowds. All she did was stare as well, shaking her head in disgust of his actions. How dare she look down upon him! She did not understand how much she meant to him, and how much in love he was with her. Suddenly, Heigan broke out into a sprint, running out of the castle gates with his head down. He was too ashamed of himself to be seen anymore. He had to run, far, far away, where no one would know where he was. A place where he could embrace his knowledge of new things freely, and a place to harness his revenge. This wasn’t the last of him.

Another type of necromantic unit is the banshee. Instead of harnessing the dead body of a female casualty, the necromancer may only harness the soul that was formerly imprisoned inside of the body. Upon being forced from eternal paradise into eternal slavery, this upsets the spirit; and they often wail in distress of what had become of them. Banshees appearances are almost that of a witch, having long, spectral nails, and a large set of tangled hair. Below their hips there is nothing, only a tiny swirl where their legs should be as they float about causing torment upon others. Their ear-deafening scream is able to cause ears to bleed easily, and even break glass and windows.

Ever since Heigan was banished from his own home, he began to wander aimlessly, unsure of where his life would take him from here. There were many roads in which he could take, whether it be trying to redeem himself to try and go back to his own home, or perhaps continue on the path he had been taking since he had discovered this wonderful art. He couldn’t go back…yet. Yes, this would be the time to formulate his plans for greatness. He would show them all what fools they were for boycotting such a power, for banishing such a great chance of protection for their kingdom. He would show them the errors of their ways, and he would definitely show her what she truly let up.

Another horror that can be raised from the dead is the Ghoul. Ghouls are true horrors of the battlefield, using their looks to strike fear into the enemies, along with their wild and unpredictable attitudes. Ghouls move quickly and swiftly, almost acting feral as they stop at nothing to hunt down their prey. They stand low to the ground like a monkey, but instead having long claws and a large gaping mouth. Their skin is well beyond rotting, having a sick, maggot-white color to it…with patches of flesh wide open and infested with flies and other insects. Although they can be torn apart easily themselves, they can cause deep wounds and fatal strikes with their long claws and sharp teeth, continuing their attack until they fall, or their enemy does. As more bodies spread onto the ground, they devour them grotesquely, leaving no trace of the person and providing the Ghoul with more energy to kill.

And wandered he did, to the far corners of the kingdom, ever-running further away from his old home. No one would be able to find him, and no one would be able to interrupt his wonderful work. Smiling to himself, he began to get settled into an old, abandoned farm house, long gone and full of cob webs and dust. This did not bother him one bit, however, and he thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere around him. It felt…soothing to him, as though living in filth was the only thing suitable for a man who worked on dark things such as Necromancy. Moving throughout the house cautiously, he opened up the cellar door, and made his way down the stairs one step at a time. “This…is…perfect…” The former wizard said to himself as he struck his long, white beard with his index and thumb finger. He had changed, a lot ever since he began dabbling with the dark energies. Before the experiments he had stood rather confidently, his skin tanned and his hair a nice, golden color. But now, his skin was ghostly pale to match his now long facial hair; his face seeming dreadful and full of hate. Moving some old debris out of his path, Heigan propped up a large table against the wall, its new purpose being that of an operating table. All the tools he needed were here. It was time for him to formulate his plan, and ready his army.

Another more horrific soldier of the undead army is the Gargoyle. A flying unit capable of being risen from an actual statue or even a corpse itself, the winged creature blocks out the sun with its large wingspan. With each flap of its huge wings, it sends gusts of dust and debris about around, blinding any living creature who attempts to run. Having the advantage of air space and speed, the Gargoyle puts it to good use, swooping down and attacking any person who is in sight of his beady, glowing eyes. The gargoyle looks like a traditional one, a pair of two large webbed wings; looking very much like an enlarged bat. They attack very horrifically, swooping down at enemies and striking them with their claws, or even worse, picking them up and taking them to the skies with them. There are many options that open for the gargoyle at this point, upon taking the person into the air. One thing they could do is simply drop the victim, causing them to fall to the ground at a great height and high speed. This would cause many bones to be broken in the body, or just a swift, not too clean death. Another option would be for the macabre creature is to bite at the victim’s neck, spilling its blood over the battlefield as a moral boost for the other horrific soldiers. And the third ability, may be one of the most horrific abilities of them all. The gargoyle is able to turn itself into a stone figure once again, which means that it will be much too heavy to remain airborn. Falling to the earth swiftly, the Gargoyle will land on the person in a huge impact; crushing him easily and without mercy.

“It’s all coming together…” Heigan told himself as he sewed up another corpse with a grin on his face, looking at the dead body with great admiration; the way an artist would look at another great painting constructed. The necromancer, however, was a lot more…insane…digging up the recently deceased and bringing them back to his new laboratory, and fixing them up to his liking. Sawing off a limb there, taking an organ from here…he constructed the bodies in sick, twisted ways, in which only a mad man could imagine and carry out. This wasn’t the old Heigan at all, but a new one, a more powerful one bent on revenge. A person barely living himself, a person who had no sense of compassion at all anymore, except to those who had already been dead. He would do them a favor. He would bring them back to life as his own subjects, and he would be happy once more. This is what he had been telling himself from the very beginning, and once he began seeing his plan through, there was no stopping him. Heigan was ready to execute his plan, and show everybody the horrible mistake they had made months ago.

The last, and most horrific necromantic structure, is the abomination. Standing at about two feet taller than the average man, the abomination towers above the battlefield as a walking avatar of fear and destruction. Its appearance will truly embed fear into the living, as if the other minions had not; for this one is a true monster. It’s large, broad body is made up of different corpses, taking whatever body parts the necromancer could salvage and sew them back together horribly. Its two large arms hold a cleaver in one hand, and a large hammer in the other, slicing and pounding enemies mercilessly…and with a smile on its face. On the back of its neck…protrudes a third arm, holding a sickle to decapitate anyone who comes in its path. And above all else, its rotten stench surrounds everything around him, its stomach cut open and its organs in vision for everybody to see.

It was time. Heigan and his undead army marched over the hill, looking at the large castle looming over the town like a father would stand near its children. The castle served as a guardian for all who lived there, and would pour out many knights and soldiers to defend the town from any threat. But it wouldn’t be enough. The necromancer yelled out and pointed his finger at the town, and the undead horde charged forward and into the castle gates. Many guardsmen began to retaliate, but the undead fighting style was nothing like they had seen before; and they continued to push forward. How could they fight those who felt no pain? How could they fight those who could not tire? How could they fight those without remorse for their actions? The undead army was a perfect, war machine…and within hours they set fire to the town, and piled up the bodies within the streets, rising others to fight for them as well. As more people fell on the living side, more rose on the undead side. It just kept on getting tougher and tougher, and it was impossible to win. It was then that they stormed the castle…slaughtering all those inside of it, except for one. One remained, hidden inside a small cupboard in the kitchen…cowering in fear like any normal person would. The door swung open abruptly, Heigan standing in front of it. “My my…you haven’t changed a bit since we last set eyes upon each other.” The necromancer smirked as he leaned in a little closer, the woman paralyzed with fear. “What’s the matter? Don’t recognize me? I’ll give you a hint. My name…starts with an H.” Her eyes shot open widely, struggling to speak. “H-H-Heigan?...” The girl was his former love…the one he had planned to impress with such magic. But no, she was like all the rest, and feared it. “That’s right…and now, you’ll be what I always desired you to be.” His smirk grew a little more as he stared down at her.” My bride.” With that, a ghoul hopped from behind him, piercing her directly in the heart with its long, gnarled claw. Gasping for air, she began to slow up…her eyes closing softly, somewhat peacefully for just being murdered. Heigan muttered something under his breath, and she rose up from what she once was…standing at his side with an obedient stare. “Come now, my love…let us rule this kingdom, together….”

[Little-Missy-Moo]

This isn't my story. However I think you might like to read it, because it scared me when I first did. (And I'm hard to scare too.) I found it on the internet. If it scares you I'm not expecting a prize, as it's not my work.

Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…

Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.

Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.

You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.

[demon strait outta_hell]

Little-Missy-Moo

This isn't my story. However I think you might like to read it, because it scared me when I first did. (And I'm hard to scare too.) I found it on the internet. If it scares you I'm not expecting a prize, as it's not my work.

Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…

Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.

Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.

You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.

So i looked behind me, and my older brother was standing there with a fake butcher knife and mask on... crying

Stories don't scare me, however, my brother does... I shrieked, good one!

[demon strait outta_hell]

My story

Dreams of Dead men

Name: Louie
Age: 18
Height: 5'5
What he looks like: Long tan legs, he shaves them, big blue eyes, slender face, very pretty, long blonde hair, down to his mid back medium arms and dark skin.
Short history: he's a cannible, and doesn't even know it. is in the nightmare world because he's kind of a slut. Since he was 13, he's slept with all of his teachers and most of his friends. He also was attacked in an ally way and blamed a man named Corvinusin, knowing full well it wasn't him.
Personality: Shy at first, a total weakling, very outgoing, very sexual about every little thing. he's afraid of blood, so he's always sure he isn't dating a virgin female. Self centered and partially insane, and wishes he could be powerful, instead of getting everything from sex. Never loves anyone but himself, but did realize feelings for Vame the first time he saw him. He's very wishful.


Name: Jamess
Age: 19
Height: 6'3
What he looks like: Long thin lips, brown eyes, busshy eyes brows and a soft stomach.
Short history: Started hurting people when he was 4. terrified his own twin sister into a coma.
Personality: Always is inflicting pain on himself and others, loves the taste of his own blood. Always hurting someone and stealing.


Name: Tania
Age: 18
Height: 5'9
What she looks like: Very tall no curves and very lanky. you never see her eyes, but whenyou see the outlines, they look like red and black circles.
Short history: Gave up her life in exchange for her brothers and sisters and father. only ate human flesh because of an achient tradition, where you eat the heart to gain a dead person's strength.
Personality: Selfless, but the nightmare world makes everyone evil. hates light and is very rude and despicable.


Name: Vame
Age: unknown
Height: 5'8
What it looks like: No real gender, he forgot it when she was very new to this world, sad brown eyes, full pink lips, almond shaped eyes, a heart shaped face and pink cheeks, strong upper torso that it can chose to have breasts or not. When female has a C cup, long tanned legs, and not a lot of torso area. Long neck. When male: no breats, more torso and muscle long slender neck. It always wears a pendant with a star in the middle.
Short history: Like most everyone in this story, he's a cannible. But thats not why he's here.
Personality: Nice and looks out for his friends. or at least thats how he comes off. He's a lot like Zania, and loves a good game of pain and torment. He also realized feelings for Louie when he first met him, and decided almost of settling on a gender. But changed his mind the first time Louie came onto him, and then to ZoeZoe, a girl that ran away.


Name: Fin
Age: 16
Height: 5'4
What she looks like: Jail bait. She's short, very pretty. Light green eyes, fair skin, slightly tanned, large breasts, toned muscle
Short history: She had her first taste of human flesh when she was nine, her mother burned her hand on the stove and she kissed it better. Being an odd child, when her mother didn't say, 'it feels much better now, thank you.' she sank her teeth into the burn and ripped away. Thats why she was banished to the 'nightmare world' Because she cooked her mother and ate her.
Personality: Creepy at times, with a demented streak. Doesn't like other humans, unless their in her mouth. Being jail bait, lots of people come onto her. She like oral sex, mainly because she can use teeth, draw blood. She only eats blondes and the occasional brunette.

Name: Zania (the first ghost)
Age: 322
Height: 6'6
What he looks like: Twisted face long limbs and eyes bulging out of its head
Short history: Waas tortured by his brother to find a map to a lost city of gold. Finally he was hung for rape and murder and cannibalism.
Personality: Loves a good game, always wants to see someone in pain and torments his prey.


Name: Zealia
Age: 29 (when she died) 77
Height: 5.11
What she looks like: Naked, covered in cuts gashes and scrapes. no eyes
Short history: She died by being tortured and raped, thats all any one knows about her.
Personality: evil, likes to claw at things


Name: Zaytin
Age: 36 (when he died) 99 now
Height: 5'5
What he looks like: his face is more or less a mangeled mesh
Short history: Died in a car accident
Personality: Sad, all the time. Only violent when he hears someone whimpering and screaming from little pains... like a small spider bite and a few scratches




With a stifled yawn, I laid my head down on my pillow. My eyes were sore and refused to close. My colleagues seemed to have no problem sleeping. I suppose they weren't troubled with the recurring dreams. I guess that, to them, they were simply dreams. I rolled over to my back and tried again to sleep. Sleep came, I suppose, because the next thing I remember was the nightmares hitting me. Hands pulled up from their graves. The putrid smell stung my nose and pulled into my eyes and mouth. Soon I joined them, I could feel the worms crawling into my mouth, and out of my nose. Choking I screamed, clawing at the coffin's lid. The corpse beside me got closer and closer. The maggots came then, little worms wiggling through in my mouth. I vomited covering the corpse with bloody soup.

Meanwhile...

I awoke to one of my friends whimpering. He twisted and tears rolled down his face. I couldn't help but laugh at him, he was always so plagued by those dreams. The others had awoken to his cry's as well, and watched with humor as he twisted and cried out in his sleep. I wondered what his dream was about. He was such a pretty youth. I could see him before this... standing in the sun, his young skin glinting. It's too bad he had to become this way, I would of... no I shouldn't even think it. He rolled off the bed he slept on, hitting the floor with a loud thud. He would wake the dead if he kept this up. I looked around, my friends faces were smiling at his pain and suffering. I wondered if I was smiling to? So, i felt my lips, I wasn't, I was frowning, a worry frown. I looked about, they were entwined with him now, a few giggled. I rolled my eyes and focussed on his fingers. He was scratching at something in his dreams. And his fingers were bleeding, his nails bending back. I sighed and crawled off my bed and over to him.

My friends pouted when I did. They knew I would wake him and they'd have to pretend to be concerned as usual. I looked around, their smiles dropped and their eye brows came together in worry. I took him by the shoulder and shook him roughly awake. When his eyes fluttered open he sat up quickly, scurrying away from me.
"Are you alright, louie?"
"You were crying out in your sleep."
"Sobbing and whimpering... you woke us up!" They said. Louie rubbed his eye lids and noticed now the pain in his hands. He looked down at them and let out a small shriek, almost inaudible. I know he hated blood. I helped him to his feet and led him to the bathroom. I rinsed his hands silently. His head fell against my shoulder, he had such sweet smelling hair. Around him I missed humanity... almost as much as I missed the screams of those unfortunate boys and girls that fell into my trap. I wrapped his fingers tightly and went back to bed.

Again the others were asleep. Tania had a small smile on her lips as she slept. All i could think was, woman are so annoying. Fin slept with one of her eyes on Louie's bed. I don't know when Louie came to bed, I was long asleep when again I heard his cry's, very faint and in the distance. This time the cry's were more audible.
"Leave me alone!" He cried. I sat up, Jamess was teasing him again, and I could see sun shining through the open window.
"Oh leave the kid alone, you know he doesn't like blood." Louie had pressed himself against the wall. Jamess, who loved pain and blood, was shoving a slit open hand into his face. Louie was crying. We all knew it was against the rules to pick at our fears, mainly because though we enjoy it, some of our fears tend to kill us. And one day Louie will exploit Jamess's fear and.... well that'd be a mess.

Jamess looked over at me and groaned.
"I'm just having a little fun, love, gimme a break!" He moaned. I glared at him, and then Fin joined in at the glaring and then Tania too. He rolled his eyes and licked the blood off his hand, and walked away. The others went off in the other room to get dressed. I guessed Jamess was going to wear his night clothes, oh well, he could look like a tramp if it suited him. I smiled at Louie who went over to his little dresser. I never liked his dresser, it was this statue of a goddess on it that he had made in 5th grade, and the top was all pointed and... ugh...
"One of these nights your going to role off that edge of the bed and impale your self on that stupid statue, you should move it off, at least at night." I said, coming up behind him. He just laughed.

"Are you male or female today?" He asked.
"Male. I'm feeling sick and masochistic." He looked over his shoulder at me. His hair, long and good smelling and ugly hair, smacked my leg.
"You look feminine, you should just always be a girl, they would come easier."
"Just because i enjoy attracting the sick people of the world for sport doesn't mean i'm going to settle on my gender." I said, walking away and going to my dresser. As i changed into my street clothes, I wondered if he was striping off that ugly blue shirt yet. I glanced over at him. He was wearing a new blue shirt he had stolen yesterday. I hate blue. I thought as i pulled on the heavy black boots I wore when i was a male. i kicked my high heals under the bed and went into the bathroom.

Fin had made breakfast by the time we finished.
"What did you take cross swords while you were up there?" Louie made a look of disgust. Was it at the food, or at the idea of having sex with me?
"I'm in the mood for Nightmare town today. Anyone else going?"
"No." Louie said quickly. Jamess, Fin, and tania all laughed at him.
"You know the rules, Louie, you had a nightmare last night, so you have to go, so we can enjoy that nightmare with you."
"You're all insane." Louie said.
"Nono, we just love you, and you KNOW if you don't go to nightmare town after a nightmare that inflicted physical hard to your body, it will come true, for all of us." Louie looked ill.
"You don't under stand." He said.
"We don't care, now sit, eat your soup." Fin ordered. We all sat, and ate. About half way through, Louie left the table. And Jamess suddenly let out a scream and threw his bowl across the room. Squirming maggots wiggled around on his spoon.I jumped up with a gasp of horror. Fin and Tania looked at the maggots and their eyes went wide with disgust. Every person knows, the men of our kind can only be killed by maggots, and it puts females into a coma.

The reason is because we will sleep with maggots, at least out bodies will, and they take away what little souls we have left. I slammed my hand down on the maggots smashing them into tiny bits. their blood and guts seeped across my hands. I went to the sink and washed my hands. I liked not having a gender at this moment, i was the only one here that the maggots wouldn't effect. The reason i didn't have a gender was because I had been here too long.

Meanwhile...

I sat down on my bed and took out a piece of paper. I didn't know I was drawing until fin came in and let out a scream. I looked around and gasped. I had run out of pencil and paper long ago. I now drew on the floor... in my own blood. i let out a scream, and started trying to stop the blood flow on my wrist. Something wrapped it's hands in my hair, and grabbed my hands, taking over my arms, and making my continue my drawing.
"OW! help, stop this!" I felt my self trying to say. But something black covered my mouth and nose. I could barely breath, and I couldn't see. My wrists hurt and i felt some sort of something leave my body and watch me. Finally I became aware of the thing releasing me. It kissed my eye lids with acid and laughed. I could see it a little bit. It had a twisted up face and it's eyes bulged out of its head. Something seeped from its lips. It grinned at me, and kissed my mouth. Something wiggled into my open gasping mouth, like acid and it wiggled and tasted so foul. I heard voices, I think it was Jamess, and Vame.
The next thing I remember was waking up in Vame's car.
"Hey, Louie's waking up, Vame!" Fin was sitting next to me, and it was floating above me. I felt my legs on Fin's lap. It got closer to me and a foul oder hit my nose.

Meanwhile...

I was laughing on the inside at the boy that lay below me. He looked around at his friends, that looked into his face with concern.
"W-what happened?" he asked.
"You slit your wrists and drew all over the floor with your blood. We're going to Nightmare town now. Just in case." Nightmare town, I had many fond memories of that place. They go there, thinking that the dreams wont come true. Well it just depends if i think they need to be tormented or not. And this one, he was just so pretty... I love the pretty ones, not only do they freak out when i kiss them, but they also make the best games. And ghosts are so... delicious. i brought my face up to his and smiled, breathing on him.
"They can't see me, or hear me, dear, so... well." i rubbed his arm and licked his cheek. The fear in his eyes was just so grand. I knew Vame could see me, mainly because i like him, and he liked watching his friends suffer. All of them could see me if i wanted to, but only when they were evil, and this word does that to you. But, Vame, I could see he concealed a grin. Especially when i kissed him again, sending worms into his mouth. How i loved it when he tried to vomit them up. he'd never be able to puke again with those in there.

About two days later...

Vame and I watched Louie struggle against Fin and Tania's hands as they drug him towards the empty casket. He screamed and I laughed.
"Its too bad, can I have him when your done?" Vame asked me, smiling. i laughed again and watched the two girls yank him into the casket and hold him down. he saw the corpse next to him and shrieked.
"NO PLEASE, PLEASE NO! I'll do anything!" He screamed. To bad anything didn't interest me. It didn't interest Vame, when he was female. The two shut the lid and threw him into the grave. Spiders crawled across his flesh in the video tape. he was screaming, maggots and worms wiggled under his eye lids. He shrieked. The spiders clawed on his face and one of them seemed to smile at him and suddenly, scrapped a his skin on his face then, once a pool of blood had formed, she plunged her abdomen into it and laid her eggs.
"Those will hatch in about three hours, and eat off his face." I said, giggling.
"Too bad... he's got such a pretty face."

Meanwhile...

I scratched at the lid. 'Please be a dream please be a dream!' i begged in my mind. I was able to claw through the side of the coffin, into a tunnel chamber. I shrieked, and vomited, clawing at the sider bite on my face. I crawled down the corridor, and came to a small room. A sat on the ground sobbing I pulled on the worms and things crawling in my ears. I pushed the maggots out of my eyes. the thing appeared seconds later.
"Come here darling..." He said, grinning, and running towards me, i screamed and stumbled away. I froze, the walls were dripping with... with... with blood. The ghost of a girl crawled its way through the mess. She was naked, her eyes were empty holes. She was covered in scrapes and cuts. Blood gushed out of the wounds, and she lunged at me with a machete. I turned to the side and ran. I ran right into another ghost. He had no upper lip, and his nose was a mangled mess of flesh and blood. His eyes were yellow and green, and looked like they were rotting. It smelled like dead flesh and decay. I sobbed and stumbled back. I hit a wall, and hands grabbed my arms, and held me against the wall. The hands were bony and I was too afraid to look down. They surrounded me, and started to pull on my clothes. Then at my flesh, and hair. I fell to the ground later, covered in blood, I felt my breath come quickly, and My eyes closed. the next thing i realized was that Vame was holding me in its arms. Fin, Jamess and Tania stood out side the tunnel. The ghosts with them, laughing. They all smiled at me, i couldn't understand. Vame set me down, and Fin bent down near my ear.
"I told you to run when you first came here, Louie, your to week to be on of us, and its been very entertaining. But now, Vame and Jamess and tania here are going to have some fun, and I'm going to start the fire, the ghosts are going to help me, you'll join them and relive this day for all eternity. then were going to eat you. Vame like it raw, but the rest of us want to cook you, and you'll be alive the entire time we boil you." She licked my cheek and sank her teeth into my throat. I screamed.

With a stifled yawn, I laid my head down on my pillow. My eyes were sore and refused to close. My colleagues seemed to have no problem sleeping. I suppose they weren't troubled with the recurring dreams. I guess that, to them, they were simply dreams.

And they will all come to a horrible, painful

END

[Fayne Darkness]

I will try, this seems fun to do, even if I am not as good as I hope in horror.



The moon shone through the thin clouds in the sky, trying to light the midnight way. The wind howled in the ears of the creatures, and not a single creature sang, the song of the night. A storm was near, the wind ripping at the trees, the rain falling like heavy nails on a windowpane. Shadows danced around, frightening whomever dared to come out.

She crouched on the edge of the trees, her bloodred eyes searching for her feast. Her long black hair blew in her face; yet it did not obscurr her vision. Not a single human was out in this weather, she knew. Yet she searched, awaiting her chance.

She smiled a wide grin; her fangs indented her lower lip. Her smile was cruel, one of a predator, and she stalked through the shadows into the streets.

She found the lights in the streets rather annoying, and so she took one look at them and lashed out her power. The lights flickered, and went dark.

"There," she said, her voice dark and deep. She had the hunters' eyes, her ears and nose smelling out her prey.

The huntress walked to the backyard of one house, her hand near her blade. She was dressed for the night, in tight clothing, all in black.

There was one whom stood outside, a human. She sneered and lunged, landing on his chest. He fell to the floor, unsure of what hit him. And he could do nothing as she lunged for his throat, tear at the skin with her fangs, and begin to feed.

And for the while all was still, then the howling of the wind began once more. Her eyes slowly turned black, and her need was satisfied. The rain started to fall now, the storm having rolled in. She got to her feet and put her bllodied face inches from his.

"You shall remember nothing," she lashed out her power, erasing his memory of this event. "I am sorry."

She stalked off into the woods, and stood, awaiting the wrath.

The moon hid behind the dark clouds, the stars no longer visible. The wind howled in her ears, the rain dampened her body.

He stepped foward, not a moment's hesitation. Her smile faded, and she forgot the blood on her lips. She wiped it away with her sleeve, and put the hood of her long jacket over her head.

"What do you seek, Damien?" She inquired.

"You have broken the rule, Ayame. It requires a dire punishment."

Ayame rolled her eyes. "Who will stop me?"

Out from behind her, a sword was slashed at her back. Her eyes widened, and the blood came pouring out. She fell to her knees, blood in her mouth from her wound, yet she smiled.

"You play dirty as always, Damien." She shook her head and put her palm on the floor, spitting out the blood. "I curse thee."

Fire lept from under his feet, making him jump back, yet they followed. He pressed his back to a tree, with no where to go. Ayame got to her feet, and grinned. The fire caught on his shoes, and started to burn wilder.

"The fire of hell cannot be quenched." She laughed an evil laugh, one that she has had for three millenia. The fire raged up his legs, as fast as one could blink. It swallowed him whole, and he fell to ashes. She turned to the swordsman who had injured her.

She unsheathed her sword, and she slashed through him in a second's notice. She wiped the immortal's blood from it as she sheathed it again.

And with the wind howling behind her, the rain falling around her, the huntress walked into the night, to kill once more.

Forgive me if it is not good, I am better at different kinds of stories.

[Fayt of Fire]

Once upon a time, there was a little girl.
Her name was Penelope. Every morning she would get up, walk to the mirror, and brush her long dark hair. Then she would tie it up with two scarlet ribbons.
Every night, she would sit down, take down the two ribbons, and tie them around her neck.

Years passed.

One day, the now teenage Penelope, went out on her first date with a boy a few years older than her. They drove to the movies, and on the way back, stopped at a hill overlooking a beautiful lake.
There, the boy tried to rape her.
But before he could so much as get his hands on her, the ribbons slipped from Penelope's hair and onto his hands.

One ribbon curled around his wrists, and through a will of its own, tied them together.
The other ribbon spilled onto his lap, then slithered up his chest and tied itself neatly around his neck. The boy found he could not speak. Neither ribbon would come off. Slowly, a seeping cold creeped into his skin. It fell over his eyes, his mouth, it relaxed his breathing and slowed his heart.

Leaning close, Penelope whispered, "They're your problem now." And then, almost gently, she got out of his car and closed the door behind her. The car was pushed into the lake, to swim forever more.

Years passed.

A young girl emerged from the lake. She was dripping wet, her head lolling at an unnatural angle to the side. With a smile, she brushed her long, dark hair back with her hands, and tied it up with two scarlet ribbons she had retrieved from around her neck. The sun rose.

And years passed.

[Jessica Rabbits Zombie]

I love horror and am working on many ghost stories and zombie stories. I'll post my ghost story for now.

There's someone out there

Brianne and becky were the best of friends, always on the phone and gossiping. They laughed together, cried together, and got into trouble together. They were more like sisters than friends, so usually everyone just called them The Twins. They even lived across the street from one another in an upscale cul-de-sac neighborhood. They could see right into eachother's bedroom windows which only showed how inseperable they were even when they were in their own houses!

Then one day Becky's parents got a call saying that their college friend died in a car accident. They'd be going to his funeral and with drivcing there they'd be gone for a whole week. Becky was ecstatic when they decided to let her stay home alone. After all, she never knew their friend and she was a teenager who was more than capable of not burning the house down. The downside was that Brianne was grounded the whole week because of bad grades. So there wouldn't be any sleepovers. Brianne's mom said phone would be allowed since Becky was going to be ome alone. She wanted Brianne to be punished but she did have some sympathy for Becky. It's scary being home alone for so long!

"My mom wants to know before she and dad leave if you want them to pick you up anything," Brianne said.

"Oh that's so nice! But I already ordered a pizza with some of the money my parents left."

"A whole pizza to yourself. Careful or it will go to your thighs!" Brianne laughed.

"I'll bring leftovers tomorrow, don't worry! I'll shove them under your jail door," Becky retorted with a snicker.

Brianne stood up and waved to her parents, shaking her head as an indication that Becky didn't need anything. They smiled and blew her kisses before shutting the door behind themselves.

"I really do need to figure out something, Beck. I don't want to fail out the year and have you move on without me."

Brianne sat down at her desk, looking at the mess of papers, books, and pens.

"Well I can help with history, but when it comes to math I'm just as hopeless. Maybe you can stay after school," Becky said, the noise of a potato chip bag crinkling through the phone.

"EW! With that creepy Mr. Thurmond? Pocket pool Thurmond? NO WAY!" Brianne cried.

"Then what else do you plan to do? Would you be able to pass even if you studied on your own?" Becky was speaking with her mouth full.

Brianne opened her mouth to say something but stopped before she could even catch a breath. She squinted and dtood to look out the window.

"Hey... I think the pizza man is there. He's on the front steps."

"Huh?" Becky sounded confused.

"A guy on your steps. But it doesn't look like much of a pizza guy, Brianne restated.

"Um... I haven't even ordered yet. Was going to after we were dine talking," Becky said.

"Well then who is at your front door?" Brianne asked.

"I have no idea, I'll go check."

Brianne could see Becky through the windows heading into the front room. She even had a clear view of when Becky opened the door. Despite the man being tall and right in front of her, Becky didn't appear to see him.

"There's no one out here, Bri," She said.

"What? He's right there! Standing in front of you! Looks like he's built like a football player. He's wearing a wife beater. "

Becky took another look around, even in the bushes, before giving up. She turned and let the door glide shut.

"Really funny. I'm home alone and you want to scare me with a ghost story. Ha ha ha" Becky said, her laugh dry and sarcastic.

Brianne rolled her eyes. "I swear I saw him."

When she looked back there was no one out there. "But maybe I'm seeing things because of cabin fever. He's not there anymore."

"Maybe it's the guy that killed that teenage boy from Geneva! They found his body with no feet in the canal. Bunch of girl scouts discovered him," Becky laughed.

"That's not funny! I'm home alone too right now!" Brianne whined.

"Oh you're no fun. Anyways I do need to order my pizza, so go study!"

"Sounds good. And remember to save me a slice!"

"I will. Bye."

"Bye."

The next night as Brianne was studying at her desk, she happened to look out the window again. She saw the same young guy in the wife beater and jeans pacing the yard in front of Becky's house. Brianna frowned, her brows furrowing together in a confused expression rather than angry.

The young man pace a circled along the lawn onvce more befrore going to Becky's dad's truck. It had been left behind because of the faulty fan belt or something. Becky wasn't much of a car enthusiast. She watched as the young man opened the door and got in. Even from behind the truck she could tell that he was just sitting there and staring at Becky's house. Immediately Brianne picked up her phone and dialed her best friend. She breathed a sigh of relief when Becky picked up.

"Hello?"

"Becky, he's in your dad's truck!"

"Who?!" Becky sounded scared.

"The guy that was standing on your steps last night! He's staring at your house!"

"Bri, I'm not going to fal for this," Becky sighed.

"Just look out the window and tell me if you see anything. PLEASE!" Brianne was frantic now.

"Alright alright. Jeez," Becky groaned.

Brianne's eyes were caught by the moment of the curtain on the first floor. Becky was looking towards the truck when apparently she turned on the garage door lights. Upon doing so the man in the truck vanished.

"I don't see anything, Bri."

Brianne stared at the truck starting to tremble. "I-I'm sorry then.."

"Bri? Are you alright?" Becky said.

"Not really, I'm freaked out! I know I'm seeing this guy, Beck." Brianne stammered.

"I'm alright, Bri... There's no one there. Maybe you should take a break from studying. Go to bed early or something," Becky suggested.

"Yeah... I think I will. Goodnight, Beck."

"Goodnight, Bri."

Brianne woke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat feeling as though something was wrong. She sat in bed shivering and holding herself for a moment before stepping out to the window. The floor was cold against her bare feet only making her wish she hadn't got out of beed. But something was drawing her to the window, the urge had even woke her up.

She had to take a deep trembling breath before she could look at Becky's house. The face of the young man stared back at her from the open front door. In his had he had what looked to be a hand saw. He stared straight at Brianne before turning and entering the house.

"MOM! DAD!" Brianne shrieked.

She turned and started running to her parents' room. Her mother was already in the hall grasping her daughter's shoulders. "What's the matter, honey? It's the middle of the night!" her mother said.

"I saw a man going into Becky's house! Mom, we have to help her, he's going to hurt her!" Brianne shouted.

Her dad reacted swiftly by grabbing his hand gun. He ran downstairs with his family in tow at a safe distance. While Brianne and her mom waited in Becky's yard, her father ran into the house. Painfully they waited, holding each other as her dad turned on the lights.

"Beck?" Brianne called, prying away from her mother.

"Brianne!" her mother cried as her daughter ran inside.

"Everything is fine! Come on in!" Her father called.

Brianne stepped back so she could wave her mother in. The two of them cautiously made teir way inside and into the living room where Becky and Brianne's father sat ib a couch.

"I've called the police just in case but I think it's safe to wait here," her dad said. "Now tel me exactly what this man looked like."

"He was wearing a white wife beater, dark baggy jeans, tall, um... and he had a crew cut."

She sat down next to her friend and hugged her."I saw him last night and the night before that too."

"Becky, you should probably stay with us until your parents get back.. Even if Brianne is mistaken I just don't feel safe with you being alone for so long," Brianne's mother said.

"I know what I saw.."

"I know sweetie."

They did not hear any sirens, but they could see the telltale lights of the police flashing in the street. Brianne's dad got up and looked out the window. After a moment he began to frown in confusion.

"There are two cars, two police seem to be going to our house and the others here..."

Brianne's mother took her husband's hand and went to the door with him to greet the police. Meanwhile Becky and Brianne had a clear view of Brianne's house across the street through the window. Two policement seem to be dragging a man out of the house. This man was completely different from who she'd been seeing.This one was much harsher in his features, older, and obviously violent by the way he was yelling and fighting.

Brianne had to look away, this was all too much for her. But it only got worse as she saw the newspaper sitting on Becky's coffee table. Staring back at her from the front page was the young man she had been seeing. The headline read "student brutally murdered found in the canal."
She felt like she was going to be sick. "That's him! That's the man I saw!"

Becky looked at the paper in awe. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"... But he's dead!"

It took two days of red tape and countless questions but it turns out that the intruder in Brianne's home had murdered that man. The police had recieved two phone calls that night, one from Brianne's dad and another by an unknown man who didn't give his name. The police found the mabn's missing feet amongst a collection of body parts in the suspect's car. The feet were under the driver's seat. Oddly enough, the care was the same make and model of Becky's dad's truck. As the crimes began to be pieced together, Brianne realized that the dead man that she did not know saved her life that night. If she hadn't of gone to check on Becky she would have been a part of the murderer's twisted collection.

[falloutboyfan13]

In the midst of death comes life, but in the midst of life comes death. These are the words made famous by Avi in the book Crispin. In this book called Crispin, an orphan encounters obstacles such as death, and more...this is my version of an excerpt from Crispin. Hope you like it.

As I continued along the dark, dreary corridior, my heart began to thump. The listless inhabitants of ghosts began to cloud my eyes, and I could hear in the back room behind me something calling "Jessica....Jessica..." My heart thumped. Again. Again and again its pace quickened, and my feet sped up. By now I couldn't see anything. I was running- running- screaming! Then...silence.

Faster and faster I raced down the corridor, every once in a while looking over my shoulder to see if the ghost was still there. The last time I remember looking back was when I crashed into a hard, brick wall- strange. My head throbbed as I looked at the wall- as I turned back, something held me back. Not only did I crash into the wall- I was locked in a box on all sides, made out of thick, cement block.

This wasn't what scared me at all- what scared me was the eerie voices crying my name, and the dark, endless night that lay ahead of me. Trapped, I began to cry. Then, I felt something cold on my shoulder- very wet and very cold. It felt strange- round shaped.

I reached up to my right shoulder and touched what was on me with my left hand. I almost passed out. There, on my shoulder, lay a head.

This head was obviously old, since its skin had started to crust and peel off. It stunk like rotten eggs, and the skin had a sickly green color to it. The eyes of the person were pasted wide open, and had been covered over with a glazed-over look. Its hair was stringy and knotted with birrs, and a dead rat was tangled up inside the hair. Dried mucus dripped from the nose of the person and gave out an odor that made me cringe, but the worst part had to have been the neck. When shook the head off my shoulder, startled, I noticed that the neck had been sliced and was burned at the ends. Raw bones stuck out jagged at all ends, and dried blood created a crust on the folds of skin. To my utter shock, the head looked at me- and the eyes blinked.

[O_o trebor123o_O]

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[t-t-ten million fireflies]

Ack, I joined on the shorie-horrie bandwagon looong ago... gonk

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The floor creaks in the attic; the wispy shadow of a pile of curls whips by, returning to the shadows from whence it came, as if it never left. You know its coming, the door slowly creaks, and the trees splay their ugly fingers across a patch of moonlight. You thought you saw a flash of stripes pass by your door ajar but when you peek again, it’s gone. Suddenly, a terrible and maniacal laughter roars in your ears, hysterical and unbearable. You throw the pillow over your head, whispering that it’s all a dream and you almost convince yourself… until the door slams wider. There stands a silhouette in a bad suit, bloody knife raised with a smile of joy or sarcasm, you never knew. All you remember was its sallow face, white and bright Red lips reveal rotten teeth turned down triangles to announce the sorrow you couldn’t see. It’s all you remember before it all goes black to the shuddering sounds of your own heartbeat, rattling against your useless breath.

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