Gaian NPC Halloween Story.
"I am not mad.
I know I'm not. This world has such things.
Zombies, vampires, demons!
There's something lurking in the shadows and it waits for me.
My name is Stein. I moved to Halloween town for business was declining in Durem with the war between vampires and elves. To my surprise I found that I enjoyed living in this town, that people received me with enthusiasm but did not intrude into my life, bothering me with questions as the people in Durem did.
I write this in my office in the new shop, the street and the space around me crowded with shadows and slivers of orange light from many lighten candles.
There is no electricity. What hunts me cut it out. It had to be it.
The whole town is left to the shadows and dwindling lights, the moon hidden by clouds.
I feel suffocated for the first time, struggling with all my parts to keep myself whole.
I am a monster myself.
Made of many dead people. Many nights I have wondered if there is a world beyond ours, full of spirits. If the previous owners of this parts live on as spirits and if they can come back to claim them.
From the first day I have always felt myself, alone in my head, this parts odd as they look, just the parts of me same those who are born hold their toes and limbs in what seems to be one body, made of one cast with one flesh and one skin to hold their insides.
However as of late I feel not myself.
It's the shadows. I fear not the dark or the monsters.
Yet tonight I surround myself with orange candles and pray... Wish they hold me safe. I shall not pray for I have no God.
If I die, will my spirit live on? Will my parts be buried together or taken apart?
Will I be a ghost or will I move on to a Heaven or a Hell of my own?
Do I even have a soul?
Something just moved! I wish I had a God or Goddess to pray to!
Do monsters have deities to pray to? I might never know.
A few weeks after I moved in I decided to have a stroll around town.
I passed by the graveyard. Nothing special happened. It was decorated in a somehow macabre way, just is the spirit of the town with it's bats and witches for motif and historical habitants and mascots.
Nothing special happened. I didn't even walk in. The front gates were open and a statue of a manticore stood in the entrance. It had a inscription that read "Fear Not The Shadows". I remember smirking to myself of the sight, bizarre to say the least.
That night my nightmare started.
I do not sleep. Such is my aberrant nature, against nature. I eat, drink but do not sleep.
At night I work to keep myself busy. That one night was when I began listening to what seem to be people moving in the same room as I.
I found no one. Not ever.
Months. My mind feels on fire. Is my brain one brain or two, sewed together?
I have been driven to my breaking point. I just hear. Every night.
The shadows became darker and the noises started.
Ghosts are real. Such a strange town might have a few hauntings.
The local priests and supernatural experts said my shop, my office there was nothing there.
I am now writing faster. I can hear them closing in.
The voices. The shadows started moving me, surrounding me over days, weeks.
The lights kept them at bay. I am no coward and I am not mad.
Soon the moving, invisible things hiding in the dark shadows started whispering.
I'm scared. I shouted one cursed night I may not live to regret, I shouted: "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?" and the shadows replied in one whisper.
They talked back, one voice that was many.
I fear no spirits. I fear death.
I fear the form it shall take, when it comes for me.
I was born from pieces and bow I know I shall die broken to pieced, ripped apart by the rightful owners of this pieces! Why now? Why such punishment?
I did not ask to be alive but I begged them not to have this live taken! Not now, not like this. "Return. Us!" Every night. Every night, return us, return us.
Something just dropped on the page of this journal. A tear. I am crying.
I never cried before. I never felt scared.
The candles go out and I am shaking. They move closer. I'm out of candles.
I tried to leave the shop. All the doors and windows are locked.
After the bombings in Durem I imagined buying a special glass for the windows would be a good investment. There could be a shoot out, bullet resistant windows seemed a good idea.
I wish I had it in me to laugh.
The spirit to laugh in the face of death.
I do not. "
The lights went out.
The lights outside became dimmer.
Darkness all around.
There was a scream. Blood.