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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 12:47 pm
 
You don't know who I am, where I'm from, or anything about me.
So, lets get acquainted. I am Hazel Williams. In the picture below this entry you will find a house, was what I called home from the day I turned thirteen until the day I died.
Let me paint you a little picture of my life at thirteen..
The year was 1936, our family consisted of my mother, father, two twin brothers, and my three sisters. My brothers, Arthur and Allen were two years older than I was and the two most rotten boys ever seen. My two older sisters, Rachel May and Margaret Augstine, were seventeen and eighteen. The summer I turned thirteen was the summer Margaret was married. The date was set for a week after my birthday. Between moving into our new house on Oakville Lane and planning for her wedding, I was overlooked more than usual.
I've always been in the oddball in the family. Rachel May looked just like our mother. Beautiful blue eyes, long blonde locks, and a perfect white smile. She was gorgeous, she had brains.
Margaret Augustine had moms blue eyes and dads dark hair. Straight as ever and so long. She had the body and the voice of an angel. Thats how she met John Stratford. She sang in the choir at church. I always have thought the reason John took to her so easily was because she was the perfect arm candy. Beautiful, talented, and dumb as a stool.
As for my brothers..
Allen Joseph, namesake for my grandfather, was going to be a doctor. As rotten as he could be, he loved knowledge. And he was a cutie too. Looked just like dad when he was younger.
And of course, Arthur was an exact outer copy of Allen. But Arthur James was always a bit of a trouble maker. He was four minutes older and always seemed to have a bit of control over Allen.
But more of their hijinx later.
None of my siblings had been too happy about me, well ever. Actually, I was quite the surprise. And soon forgot about. My family was well off for the time period in which we live in. But everyone looked down upon me.
Little old Hazel.
I looked completely out of place. I was tiny, way smaller than most babies. I had red hair and freckles. My green eyes were totally different from my family as a whole.
I never showed eaarly signs of special talens. I wans't a singer like Maggie. Or smart like Allen and Rachel. I didn't cause lots of trouble like Arthur. I've always just kind of been there.
I'd clean and cook. Dad worked a lot, he was rarely around. But when he was he was always so angry. I remember that much.
One night mom got really sick. She never left her bed after that. She died in our new home around the beginning of winter, after Maggie was married off and living in the basement with John. I was thirteen years and six months old. By then Maggie was ready to pop.
Turns out she had been eight months pregnant by December. Which means the baby was conceieved in April and thats really why John married her.
But thats off topic.
Dad became this very angry man. Arthur rebelled more and more.
Allen threw himself into studying, wanting out.
RAchel May had many proposals heading her way.
And Maggie and John were preparing for their new baby boy.
I was never good enough.
I was too tiny. Too clumsy.
At the start of the new year, my father began to hurt me.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 12:58 pm
Dear Friend,
You don't know me, but you will. It is the year 1939. My name is Hazel Williams.
My house was set on fire four years
after my thirteen birthday,
a few days after I turned sixteen, with me still inside.
If you're reading this, that means you found it
in my room, the attic. I never left this room alive,
so welcome to my world.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 1:09 pm
SOOO..whats happening now?...
This note was on a lose sheet of paper, tucked away in a small leather journal.
The year is 2010. The month is June.
The ____x____ Family has just moved into the same house that Hazel died in all those years ago.
A young boy lives here with his father. He's sixteen years old, and his mother has just passed away and his older sister and brother take care of him, since his dads al alcoholic.
Our story is about this young boys life, now.
He cracks open the door to the attic one day. The smell of death was overwhelming. This almost made him turn back. Instead, he ventured inside. He sorted through the chest that laid at the foot of where a small cot used to sit.
Dresses, letters, jewels, so many things stored away. All of this seemingly belonged to a young girl.
And when he found the journal, his whole world changed. As soon as he read that first note he released the young girl who had been confined inside those pages for years. And now she haunts him. But what happens when you fall in love with a dead girl, or better yet -- A ghost.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 1:10 pm
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[img=right]||Smaller pic||[/imgright] Hazel : TAKEN samanthaualani Haunted Boy : RESERVED crayons →→☆Jordan Tanner Dain ☆←← Yo you can call me JT or just Jordan. I was born in 1993, making me 17. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: Welcome to my world. It’s not the best but I suppose it could be worse. We just moved to this creepy new house, and of course, I jump at the opportunity to have the attic as my room. Cause you know... Dad isn’t too good at getting up the stairs, plus he would have to go up a ladder… Yeah anyways I wanted the attic. Thing is that place is freaky as hell!!!
It even had this old trunk full of some chicks stuff…. Then there was this creepy old letter. I read it and I swear the ******** room got colder!!! Well I kind of dropped the letter and bolted it out of the room. Nearly fell down the damn ladder too. Maybe I’ll sleep on the couch tonight… »--» »--» เŦ єשєгא๏ภє ςคгє๔:
I’m actually quiet the charmer. At least I think I am anyways and my frequent bed mates do to. Yeah I’m also a player, Jay and Mandy don’t really approve but they don’t stop me. Dad doesn’t give a s**t about anything anyways…. ⓜⓔ ⓖⓤⓢⓣⓐ:
♥ Girls
♥ My brother and sister.
♥ Sports
♥ Country Music
♥ Animals
му кяуρтσηιтє:
☠ My Dad
☠ Homework
☠ Having to move
☠ Music where you can't understand the words
☠ When chicks think one night stands mean something.
 →→☆Hazel Williams☆←← Nice to Meet You, you can call me Hazel. I was born in 1924, making me Sixteen Forever. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: SEE ABOV E.. »--» »--» เŦ єשєгא๏ภє ςคгє๔:
I used to be very quiet. Even in school, I was pretty shy. Anytime I was around people I'd just fade into the background. Like, furniture. If you will.
But I've always had a pretty creative soul. But during my time on earth, as a human being, I never had my chance to shine. But now I'm a tad bitter, not superly. I just want a companion. Someone to listen to me. Though, because of the way I was murdered, I've found myself to be very easily hurt/offended, and angered. ⓜⓔ ⓖⓤⓢⓣⓐ:
♥ Writing
♥ Sketching
♥ Music, pianos are always so soothing
♥ Eyes
♥ Hands, too
му кяуρтσηιтє:
☠ Being Lonely
☠ Crying
☠ Dust
☠ Bugs
☠ Bright Lights
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 8:28 pm
ℓєт мє ιηѕι∂є, ƒєєℓ му ραιη..
Hazel was up in the attic, confined to the house. She was perched on the edge of the chest that held all of her belongings.
She was brushing through her ghostly red locks, a white flowing dress clung to her body, but not too tightly. She was humming softly to herself as she waited for the new family to come home.
A few construction guys had been around that day, doing a few renovations of the place, but aside from that it had been lonely. And this would be the first family to actually live in this house since the fire happened all those years ago.
Mostly because no one was willing to do the work on the house that needed to be done. The city was going to tear it down, but thankfully this new guy saved it.
Hazel wondered aloud, "When will that boy be back up here?" Apparently it was going to be his room, but since he found that journal she wasn't so sure. She hadn't made her appearance yet. But it was only a matter of time.
ιтѕ σкαу, ∂ση'т ¢яу ℓσνє..
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 8:52 pm
Jordan had slept on the couch that night. Man that was one freeeaaakkkkky letter. But after braving his dad coming home and swearing/yelling and flailing at him he decided maybe the attic wasn't so bad....
Soooo, after he got home from his first day as a junior in a new school, which wasn't so bad, and he found out the chicks in this town were hot. And not so bright... which was always a good thing. But yeah he walked in the house quietly, scoping the place out for his dad, who was apparently at some bar, score, and he chucked his bag on the couch before heading towards the fridge like any normal teenage guy. A mountain dew and a sandwich later he was grabbing his bag and heading up the stairs to the landing where the ladder rested to get up to the attic, his new super creepy room!!
Joy..
He threw the pack over his shoulder and climbed up the ladder, hoisting himself up he found to his joy that the ladder could be pulled up... with the removal of a few nails...
Oh... that was the best thing ever!!! This way when his dad got violent he could retreat to his room and there was no way he could even get up there!!!! Well if that just wasn't the best thing. He tossed his bag on his new bed and plopped down on it, wracking his brain for a moment on where to get a hammer to pry those nails loose... the construction people might have one....
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 1:58 pm
ℓєт мє ιηѕι∂є, ƒєєℓ му ραιη..
Hours later, finally she heard some new movement in the house. She peeked out the window to see the front door closing and she smiled to herself. She made her way down towards the kitchen, but this was harder for her. She was strongest in the attic. Anywhere else in the house took more energy to be in, but it wasn't too bad.
Leaving the house was a task she had yet to master. It seemed as though she was confined to the house, her eternal chamber.
But that wouldn't be too bad now that she had a friend. Hazel smiled to herself as she made her way back to the attic. She rested on the small windowsill while she waited for J.T. to come back up to her.
Just when he did, she disappeared. She didn't want him to get all freaked out again as he had when he found her journal, that first letter. She hadn't really thought she'd be around forever as she had been so far, which was why she wrote that at her earliest time as a ghost, when she was still strong enough to grip a pen and actually full-on write out something.
Now, she could touch people and objects still. But everything was getting harder. She needed something to connect her to reality and this boy seemed to be her meal ticket.
He was carrying a soda and some sandwhich, along with a backpack.
"Boo," She giggled in his ear, simply for the fun of it, her fingers touching his shoulder just barely. But then she was gone again, hiding amist the cieling, just to watch the events below.
ιтѕ σкαу, ∂ση'т ¢яу ℓσνє..
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 2:15 pm
Jordan was just getting ready to whip out his homework, had the bag open and everything mountain dew can balance on his knee and a sandwich in his mouth, when he very distinctly heard a "Boo" his ear, and he swore he felt something brush across his shoulders too. He jumped in alarm, spilling the mountain dew all over the wood floor, in which he jumped up to try to clean up, unfortunately all he had was the blanket on his bed so he watched it seep into the floor. A bit scarred to look around.
That was freaky, this whole house was freaky, and he was really starting to doubt the benefits of staying up in this ******** up attic. He shook his head, sandwich still dangling out of his mouth as he sat back down on the bed and took a bite out of it, chewing thoughtfully before his phone went off. He frowned and looked at it, wondering who had been texting him.
Of course it had been that bimbo blond from first hour. An easy screw, which would be just the thing to help calm his nerves honestly, and since his dad wouldn't be home till late... He looked around the room...
He would meet her downstairs or something, definatly not in this creepy place... He pulled out his phone, grinning slightly. I'll meet you out front. before giving the room one final sweep of his gaze and climbing down the ladder.
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 7:22 pm
ℓєт мє ιηѕι∂є, ƒєєℓ му ραιη..
Hazel couldn't help but smile. This one heard her. A few of the construction crew either couldn't, or just ignored her. Though, some of the tactics she pulled really couldn't be ignored, so maybe certain people just couldn't hear her.
She watched as the soda began to seep into the floor and shook her head. Something was buzzing anyway, distracting her from the soda that would surely attract bugs to their room! It would take a bit more effort but she'd have to spray that with the chemicals the construction crews helper had.
But the thing in his hand looked odd, she hadn't seen something like that before. He was pressing buttons on it and then he was gone again. Hazels curiosity got the best of her, she had to follow.
ιтѕ σкαу, ∂ση'т ¢яу ℓσνє..
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 7:38 pm
Jordan hustled down the stairs, checking his back pocket for the condom he usually kept there. Ok so Jordan was a man whore, but at least he was a nice one. His phone buzzed and he grinned, pulling it out of his pocket I'm outside where are you? it read he chuckled and headed out the door, only to come face to face with the chick he had been chatting it up with at lunch.
Yep, that was definitely the blond, he would remember those boobs anywhere. They exchanged a few hellos, but they both knew what she was here for and they really didn't waste any time in getting down to it, starting with making out on the front steps before moving it inside where JT managed to maneuver them through the halls to a guest room, yeah. This would to quiet nicely.
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 8:03 pm
samanthaualani
ℓєт мє ιηѕι∂є, ƒєєℓ му ραιη..
Hazel sat down on the banister of the stairs and watched J.T. leave the house. "Leaving so soon?" She whined softly.
Well, that wasn't fair. He had only just gotten home! There was no way her little 'boo' forced him to leave all together. She would have to be more careful though, as to not push him away too soon.
But he was coming back inside, only this time he was attached to some blonde lady. Hazel cocked her head to the side. Not that she hadn't ever kissed someone before but he was heading straight for Allens old room!
Hazel followed closely behind. They were on the bed already and she could see where this was going. She was furious. As much as she didn't like any member of her family Allen was the only one to ever treat her semi-normal on occasions.
And this was just appauling. To bring a random busty blonde into disecrate her brothers room!
She wasn't thinking straight, not realizing that Allen and the rest of her family were long gone. She was next to the blonde and by her ear. She whispered, making her voice light but hard. "Get out of here and never come back." Then she grabbed her arm, which took a lot of control, and twisted her hands around it in an indian rugburn form.
ιтѕ σкαу, ∂ση'т ¢яу ℓσνє..
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 8:48 pm
Jordan was abruptly interupted with his make out session by the girl, he thought her name was Ashley, bolting up and grabbing her arm, hitting him in the nose in the process. "What the ********> Jordan said, holding his hand over his now bloody nose.
"Something just hurt me!!" she screeched and looked at where a red mark was forming around her arm. "This house is ******** haunted!!!" she said in a huff and quickly moved out from her spot under him. "Yeah almost break my nose and don't even apologize!!" he said as she stormed out of the room, he could here the door slam from here and he huffed in irritant before making his way to the bathroom to fix his now bloody face. Muttering the whole way <******** stupid haunted house..."
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 6:52 pm
ℓєт мє ιηѕι∂є, ƒєєℓ му ραιη..
Hazel moved away quickly. Not that she could get hurt in the process of this little fight that had just happened, but she was going to watch it play out.
Jordan was running off to the bathroom and the blonde girl was fleeing the house completely. Perfect.
But now she had to lay low for awhile, not let Jordan hear her, or cause anymore ruckus.
She needed him to read more of her journal. To open her up to him, and get him close to her. At least, mentally knowledgable of what had happened over fifty years ago in his new room.
If he were to read her past, maybe she could find the strength to show herself. Maybe even talk to him, but she was getting ahead of herself.
Hazel was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, blocking it completely. Not that this would matter. She watched as Jordan aided his bloodied nose. She actually hadn't meant for the dumb blonde to punch him..
Feeling compassionate, and very guilty about the pain she inflicted upon him, she placed a small kiss to his cheek before retreating back to the doorway. She sighed softly, filling the room with a cold eerie feeling, before she realized what she had done.
She cursed herself. She had to smarten up if she wanted anything to work right!
ιтѕ σкαу, ∂ση'т ¢яу ℓσνє..
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