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 Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 4:18 pm
Group 2
Lloren--he'd remember that. Elliot had a pretty good memory for names and faces in the first place, but it was especially hard to forget someone who came up with such...interesting puns.
Returning her wave with one of his own, he went to join his own group, offering them all a quiet greeting. Settling down as they decided who would go first, he listened to Axel's story with a wry smile (someone needed to get this guy a glass of water, stat), and then a look of polite interest as he listened to Nik's. When it came to be his turn, however, the boy leaned back and let out a sigh.
"Ugh. Honestly, I'm no storyteller, but...here goes, I suppose.
So apparently, there's this old abandoned house somewhere in Wall Rose. From what I've heard, this old middle-class couple owned it for many years, and this couple...well, they were pretty well-loved within the town. They took walks every afternoon and evening so that they could acquaint themselves with the other townspeople, and were said to be very kind. The wife was especially popular, as she a very talented seamstress, and girls throughout the town would flock to her to have her make them beautiful dresses and gowns. She was always happy to help.
Except…well, things changed after her husband suddenly died of an illness. After the funeral, the wife just…closed herself off, speaking to no one and rarely leaving her house only to stock up on food items and other such necessities. People tried to reach out to her—to help her—but she’d never respond.
Eventually they stopped trying, partly because there were other things to be concerned about. See, a month after the funeral, the townspeople noticed that there was a stranger skulking around town for a couple of days, but had just brushed him off as some traveller who had decided to stop by their town to rest. When he suddenly stopped showing up one day, everyone figured that he had just decided to move on, no big deal…until they realized on the same day that three of their young women were suddenly nowhere to be found. So, as you can guess, tracking down this stranger—this kidnapper—kind of took precedence over keeping this lonely old woman company.
Alright, fast forward a couple of years. They never found the stranger or the missing women, and at some point in time, the old widow woman dies—of old age or illness, I don’t know. Her house is left abandoned, and one day, these brave-or-stupid kids—I can’t really tell which—decide that they want to break in and go exploring.
And they do, by respectfully busting in one of the windows. Goddamnit kids, come on. Anyways, once they’re all in, they take a look around. The whole place is covered in a thick layer of dust, but besides that, the house seems to be pretty typical—orderly and neat, and smelling of old people. They’re kind of disappointed but decide to head upstairs, checking each room. There is absolutely nothing unusual or creepy…until they come to the door at the very end of the hallway. As soon as it swings open, one of the kids lets out a loud scream.
The room is full of bodies and severed limbs.
…Haha, only not. They’re mannequins—a s**t ton of mannequins. Some are old, others look newer. Some have their heads screwed on, others are headless. Pieces are strewn all over the floor, arms, legs, and torsos of both male and female mannequins. All in all, creepy, but really not that bad. The kids laugh it off and walk in to take a look. One of them picks up one of the plastic arms on the floor and challenges their friend to a duel, and they proceed to roughhouse in this room full of mannequins. It’s only inevitable when one of them is knocked over. It lands with a thud on the ground and its head rolls right off. The guilty kid laughs, drops the plastic arm, and goes to retrieve the head while his friend props the rest of the mannequin back up. He picks up the head, and then pauses.
Something is wrong.
It’s hefty. Quite a bit heftier than he thought it’d be, actually. He runs his fingers over the plastic surface of the mannequin head, and then very slowly tilts it back so that he can see where the head meets the neck. The break, he realizes, is not even—not like the other mannequin heads, which have been cut to precision so that they can fit properly. When he tilts it back further, what he sees is distinctly white bone, surrounded by dried flesh and gore. A putrid smell reaches his nose.
He drops it in horror.
When his friend asks him what’s wrong, he turns to scan the room, realizing very quickly that, counting the one they had just knocked over, three other mannequins are standing and have heads—in total, three female mannequins, and one male one. He comes to realize that all this time, the townspeople had been going after the wrong person—the stranger had been a victim too.
The thin layer of plastic on the head he dropped has begun to crack. As the piece falls off, a dark socket peers out at them.”
Yay.Quote: LOL vaguely inspired by this scene from Silent Hill 3 :'DD
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 5:21 pm
Story Telling Group 3 Feeling a bit uneasy with Lloren's tale, when she suddenly lunged forward claws out stretched he squirmed. Unlike with Henrik's tale, Alec pulled at his shirts collar trying not to fly out of his seat. No way was he going to be the one to burst out of his seat from a story. If he actually got the urge to bolt, he had a horrible feeling what his fate would be. Worse than any story they'd all share, of that Alec was certain. At least Lloren had ended with a pun. He sighed, trying to remind himself it was..just a story. Nothing more. Shuddering some the red head knew it was now or never. He'd loose his nerve if he kept waiting. "Let see.." He leaned forward, looking to each in his group catching their attention before he began. "I think this one will do." He gazed into the fire, a distant look on his face. "There once was a small village, which lied beyond a great river. Within this Village, they say that the cats roam freely. Unquestioned, never to be killed." As if for empathizes, a stray cat had wandered into their makeshift campsite. Sitting by the fire, its eerie yellow eyes gazed, a quiet purring could be heard. It was not as if Alec had summoned the cat. No, it had come on its own accord to be warm. " No man may kill a cat, why you ask?" He had a sort of small little eerie smile on his face. "For they are the kin of the jungle lords, and roam the land as proud, fearless creatures. God like even, as some have worshiped them. But, not everyone in the village felt so. The old cotter and his wife took great delight to trap the cats in the night, and take it ill that cats should run stealthily about yards and gardens in the twilight. In truth, many from the village hated the old couple, but they feared them more. The would not call attention to them, for fear their children would be next. When those terrible sounds would call from the darkness, the villagers could only think what if it had been their own flesh and blood. The people were simple, and tried their best to turn a blind eye."Alec paused for dramatic effect, reaching down to give the small cat a pet who only quietly stayed as it was. "One day. A caravan from the South came to the village. Dark wanders unlike any the village had ever seen, nothing like the others who roamed every few years even. They were mysterious as they walked up the narrow cobbled stone streets. They were strange, and spoke in strange prayers, and told fortunes for silver; and bought gay beads from the merchants. Their origins were unknown to the people, but they did not cause harm. They had painted on the sides of their wagons strange figures with human bodies and the heads of cats, hawks, rams, and lions. And the leader of the caravan wore a head-dress with two horns and a curious disc betwixt the horns.
Within the caravan was a little boy with no father or mother, he did however have a tiny black kitten to love and call his own. The dark strangers called the boy Menes. Ravaged by the plague, he had only the kitten and its antics to ease his suffering." Alec paused gesturing with his hands, recalling the old tale from his childhood. An urban legend, passed down when children would ask why cats were allowed to roam freely within the walls. It was nearly as old as the Walls themselves. "On the third morning staying within the village, Menes could not find his kitten; and as he sobbed aloud in the market place the other villagers reluctantly told him of the old man and his wife, and the sounds they would hear in the night. The boys sobbing ceased, giving way instead to mediation, and finally prayer." Lifting his arms up Alec continuing his story. "He stretched his arms to the sun and prayed in a tongue no villager could make understand." Alec whispered the next part, lowering his hands back into his lap eyes gleaming in the fires reflection. "Yet who could blame them? None tried very hard. And as he chanted, the sky seemed to darken, and strange shapes moved. A large, hybrid creature formed in the shapes and clouds, of two great horns and a disc at its center.
Nature is full of such illusions to impress the imaginative.
Later that night, the wanders left the village, and were never seen from nor heard again. Soon however, the troubled realization not a single cat could be found. From each home, the familiar cats vanished. Small, big, black, white, grey, yellow, and white. Had the people been cursed for the loss of Menes's cherished black kitten? Yet some suspected the old cotter and his wife were truly to blame. But by all accounts from the the innkeeper’s son, he vowed that he had at twilight seen all the cats in that accursed yard under the trees, pacing very slowly and solemnly in a circle around the cottage, two abreast, as if in performance of some unheard-of rite of beasts. The villagers did not know how much to believe from so small a boy; and though they feared that the evil pair had charmed the cats to their death, they preferred not to chide the old cotter till they met him outside his dark and repellent yard."Alec took this moment to lean into the group just a little more, his story quickly unwinding to a conclusion. "So the people went to sleep in vain anger; and when the people awaken at dawn—behold! Every cat was back at his accustomed hearth! Large and small, black, grey, striped, yellow, and white, none was missing. Very sleek and fat did the cats appear, and sonorous with purring content. The citizens talked with one another of the affair, and marveled not a little. Since cats did not return alive from the cottage of the ancient man and his wife some insisted it was the dark folk who had taken them. None could be certain But all agreed on one thing: that the refusal of all the cats to eat their portions of meat, or drink their saucers of milk was exceedingly curious. And for two whole days the sleek, lazy cats would touch no food, but only doze by the fire or in the sun.
It was fully a week before the villagers noticed that no lights were appearing at dusk in the windows of the cottage under the trees.. It took great courage, no man would dare go to the unlit cottage alone. The Blacksmith brought with him several as witness to what he would see. And when they had broken down the frail door they found only this: two cleanly picked human skeletons on the earthen floor, and a number of singular beetles crawling in the shadowy corners.
At the end, the village passed that remarkable law which is told of by traders, and travelers far and wide; namely that no man may kill a cat."Some time during his story telling, his little cat friend had vanished just as mysteriously as it had come. Alec fell silent, only hoping his account of the tale was suitable. He could conjure no name for the village, but some how that seemed equally as fitting as his little guest had been. After a long pause Alec blinked a bit. "So who's next?" Alec asked, looking at his group eager to hear more from those brave enough to provide a story.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 6:00 pm
Story Telling Group 3 Lillian sifted a little in her seat. She loved stories. After all, she collected books. But there was something about scary stories that bored her. There was some amusement at watching Alec.. twitch .. however. She respectfully listened to his story, then let it become quiet. Could she make him twitch more? She wanted to see. Very well.. if I'm here, I might as well tell a story. Now then. She eyed Alec for a short period of time before leaning towards the fire. Once there was a a young, handsome boy that lived outside of wall Maria. His parents had to go to town for a while, so they left their son home alone. Well, they left him alone with his dog. It was a very large, loving border collie that should be able to protect him. The parents told their son to lock all the windows and doors after they had left so that he would remain safe while they were gone. Around 7pm his parents finally went to town. The son did exactly as he was told and locked every window and door, except for the -on- basement window that refused to shut completely. Try as he might, the window just would not close. Frowning, the boy shoved something up against the window as best as he could. After enjoying his supper the boy decided to finally lie down for the night. At around 11pm he curled up with his dog and fell soundly asleep. At one point in the night he was suddenly awakened by a harsh dripping sound. Confused, he assumed he had left the water running and it was now dripping into the sink. Declaring it not scary enough to get up and fix he tried to go back to sleep. Tossing and turning the dripping sound made him nervous, so he reached his hand over the edge of his bed to feel his dog and got a lick in return. Finally falling back asleep, he was woken back up not two hours later by more dripping noises. Annoyed, but still slightly scared, he reached back under his bed to pet his dog once again, and got licked reassuringly in return. Content, he fell back asleep. Hours later he was awoken a third time. Annoyed enough to finally move, he got up in time to hear his parents walking to the front door. "Good" He thought. "My parents can fix the sink cause I know I didn't leave it running all night." He walked to the bathroom to take a peek at the sink and saw his dog skinned and hung up on the curtain rod. The noise he had heard was the dripping of it's blood onto the bathroom floor. Screaming, the boy ran to his bedroom to find something to defend himself with only to find anote next to the bottom of his bed. Written in blood the note said "Humans can lick, too .. my beautiful."
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 7:20 pm
Shakuntala furrowed her brow and tried to suppress a shiver from the stories already shared. She did not want to admit it, but she was quite close to running for the hills. Of course, she would have had she not been a witness to a line of bald men for a wall more terrifying than Sina, Rose, and Maria themselves. Letting out a breath, she waved her hand slightly and said, "I-I'll... I'll go... M-Mine is not be very scary, though..."
"So, um... T-There once was a... really pretty woman. S-She was quite pretty indeed... B-But s-she was also q-quite peculiar... S-She, um, always wore a... r-ribbon around her neck... E-Everyone questioned why... But she'd always simply smile... She never explained why.
O-One day, a man fell in love with her... And asked her to marry. She agreed, but only under the pretense he never t-touch the ribbon about her neck... He agreed, never questioning why... T-Their marriage was a good one... The woman was a dutiful wife and did e-everything asked of her with excellence... The man couldn't have been happier...
D-Did they have children? I'm... I'm not sure... I guess so? Maybe... A-Anyway, that's not important. A-As the years went on, the man grew curious of the ribbon... H-He questioned her, but she'd simply remind him of his promise. O-One night, the man couldn't take it anymore. When his wife was fast asleep, the man... crawled from his bed and grabbed a pair of scissors... As cautious as he could... and hesitating with every shift she made... the man slide the t-thin blades between the piece of fabric and...
Snip!
The man clapped the... scissors on it and sliced through. Suddenly, his wife's e-eyes snapped open and her mouth dropped a-ajar in a scream, but none came... H-Her head rolled off t-the base of her neck and p-plopped to the g-ground... The man was frozen s-stiff to the point he couldn't even shriek. T-The woman cackled manically and said she was now literally... Head over heels for him... Yea."
Quote: Based off of the following: [x]
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 8:53 pm
That was it.He could handle stories about people getting hurt, and other such things but animals? NO way. Already a bit jittery from some of the stories, the red head forget himself, an overwhelming urge to go check on the stray he'd brought home too the family after much pleading the other night. "...Li..lillian thats not funny you know." he stammered staring at her in horror. Was she joking, or had she been serious? The girl knew how to get under his skin, and make him jump to conclusions. They were best friends after all. Even if it was just a silly story, he fidgeted a nagging urge to go home and check on not only his dog, but family and sister. He backed up a bit falling off his log. Alec acted as if he was going to excuse himself, turning to leave and go.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 9:01 pm
Lillian gave Alec the look. The "You're insane" look. She reached over to him, and grabbed him by the arm. "Nope. Not going anywhere." She was easily bigger than him, even though she knew he could put up a fight. She tried helping him up, and halfway forced him back onto his seat. "Look. It's a story. You made me tell a story." She paused, looking him straight in the eye. "I own a cat, and didn't run from YOUR story, did I?" She sighed, feeling a just a little bad she freaked him out so much. Still, she was confused as to why it got to him worse than the other stories did. "Sigh. I'll never understand what equals fun to normal people apparently."
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 9:17 pm
And there was Lloren, leaning back on her log, smiling like it was her birthday or something. While she didn't wish for the two friends to have tension because of this, Alec's fear was entertaining her despite herself. It was only fiction, after all. These sorts of reactions were simply scrumptious. "Hey, no need to fight about it! Both your stories were really good," she said. She'd liked all that creative stuff about a mysterious culture, and cats, in Alec's tale- and she appreciated the excellent spooking material that was Lillian's. She might tell that one to some other people some day, passing it on. "Yours really tickles the imagination, Alec. And Lillian's I would like to retell when I have the opportunity, if I have your permission."
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 9:20 pm
Danny held Shun's arm all the way through Shakuntula's story whether he wanted her to or not. He couldn't very well do anything to her during storytime, because storytime was sacred and you couldn't just interrupt someone.
The orange-headed girl was once again the perfect audience, gasping and clapping when the story-girl's head rolled off. She even went so far as to squirm and kick her legs in contentment and happiness.
"Shun's turn!" Danny called when Shakuntula finished. She released Shun's arm and whispered, "If you tell a story, I can't touch you because you're the storyteller and have to use your hands to tell the story." She nodded, finding that reason perfectly reasonable.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 9:32 pm
What was it with all these kids thinking they could run away? Didn't they know they were trapped?
Forever?
Alec apparently didn't. The poor already frightened boy would not be given any mercy. When he had the chance to look up he'd see a wall of several Baldy's behind Alec, each holding the hand of another and offering a heart-withering smile. Swinging their arms together, the men opened their mouths, singing out in unison:
"Red rover red rover, get your a** back over." And then silence. Each pair of eyes practically glowed as the bonfire light hit their faces, grins slowly widening.
Alec. Please. Sit back down.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 9:42 pm
Alec froze mid step turning to look back at her, squinting his blue eyes at his friend a bit. He should have known better, it was just a story. If he could have he might have paced, but as it was he slowly inched away from his retreating direction. Maybe no one would notice...He had been fairly quietly. Rubbing the back of his neck some he gave a shakey laugh. "Yeah..you could have been describing the dog we got back at the shop the other day." He murmured sitting down beside her again, staring moodily into the fire. Their group had mostly finished by now Looking at Lloren he smiled, his expression lightening at her notion. "Oh..I should thank---" He went deadly silent when he saw them form the shadows emerge. God this was the REAL horror story. This right here. Forget the fact he wanted to go home. Nope. Right here was just fine. "...Yes s..sir!" He managed to say intelligently snapping his jaw shut and quickly fleeing from the god damn wall of SMILING bald men. Never before had he seen a more disturbing site. Siting down, he stared into the fire sitting between Henrik and Lillian going quiet rather embarrassed. He was going. No ******** worries. He'd sit down right this very second thank you very much. After a long pause, as surely this was a disturbance all its own Alec finally spoke up to break the silence. "It was one of my favorites as a kid. I don't remember all the names, or the village it came from, but I've always tried to hold onto it." He murmured softly in an explained response to Lloren glad it was dark and his light blush was easy to over look. Wasn't he the one who had said never again? He blamed the ale he'd sipped. Cyril had been right maybe after all.This was just too weird for him.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 9:48 pm
She was more confused watching his actions. "Alec, did you have something to drink?" She leaned closer to him, as if she could magically tell by being closer. "You should relax. The bald men are our friends." She said that with straight face. The straightest of Lillian faces ever. If she was trapped here, dammit, so was he. She turned to Lloren to reply. "Well.. it's not my story. Another reason why I'm confused as to why Rover here is hyperactive about it.... So feel free to use it. I read it a few years ago from a book of urban legends."
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 10:06 pm
Group 1 STORY - Gore warningThe entire time Shakuntala was telling her story, Shun was wanting to strangle Danny. It was taking a considerable amount of willpower to not attempt to kill her right about now. Tala's story did have a bit more of an eerie quality to it, but he still wasn't particularly bothered by it. He was more distracted with Danny causing him grief really. Once the tale was done with, he had created a fist, getting ready to strike. But then she let him go. Granted, she insisted that he tell a story. But for now, he had some 'freedom' from her grasp. Begrudgingly, he went along with it. "You want a story? Fine," he grunted before massaging his hands and wrists, "But what I'm about to tell you isn't some ghost story or whatever. No. This was real."He let out a breath, closing his eyes momentarily to clear his thoughts. The man also shifted further away from Danny while he had the chance. "Growing up on the streets is rough. Plenty of s**t you have to deal with. You see, for a few years, there'd be a number of disappearances. Now being s**t tier in society, no one really paid that much attention, but it was a little odd that these people were vanishing and no bodies were being found. That wasn't it.
People weren't sure what was causing it. If it was some gang or just one person or thing. But a pattern was forming, aside from the lack of bodies. Usually, it was a kid; anyone around fourteen or younger. It also seemed to only happen at night, perhaps while they tried to sleep or something along those lines. I didn't really think a lot of it at the time. But one night, after parting ways with another kid, I heard him screaming. I went back to see what the hell was going on and just caught a glimpse of this hulking form dragging him away. By that point, the kid wasn't screaming or moving anymore. Not sure if he was dead or if he just passed out. It didn't matter too much at that point.
I didn't get a good look at him before he went around the corner. It was pretty damn dark anyway. But the b*****d was ******** huge. I didn't try to chase him. There wasn't any way some little kid could do anything against a beast like that and I owed the other nothing.
Some people ended up trying to hunt him down. Lots of people wanted revenge and s**t. Picking up whatever clues they could to find a trail. Eventually they found an old basement they believed to be his hideout. They didn't find him there. What they did find however, were hundreds of bones. Human. All children. Lots of chains and cages around too. Probably to keep his victims in place. Also tons of big and bloody blades. There was one small torso hanging off of a big ol meathook. The limbs were cut off and on a nearby table. Skinned and partially chopped up like how a butcher might cut meat. Organs were all gone from what I've heard.
No sign of the damned man, though. The disappearances didn't happen too much after that, but now and then someone still goes missing. The man they've dubbed the Butcher is usually the one to blame. Most people think he's dead by now but there are those who believe otherwise. Then again, a lot of s**t is said about the b*****d. I've heard some even refer to him as being half titan because of his size and appetite for human flesh as stupid as it sounds."The man shook his head, shifting further away from Danny. "There. You have your bloody story. Now leave me alone."
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 10:12 pm
Relax he did. Rover was not pleased, he'd landed himself another nickname. He was done with trying to run. Alec would just sit right here and listen quietly. That had been a bit of an ordeal he hadn't expected to get himself into. How could he forget how Shun had been tossed from the tree, among a tirade of other things. "Uh..yeah actually after the Parade a little. Sorry --- don't mind me. Honestly, I was just thinking of my family and spaced." Alec muttered softly settling into his log seat and shifting a bit trying to get comfortable. Her leaning in didn't phase him, instead he sighed and rest his head against her shoulder briefly. Alec blamed it on all the running around he'd done. Even with the calm voices from earlier he'd reacted. One of these days he hoped he'd grow a damn spine, that would have been nice. As it was he was still unsure of himself, and growing into who he would be in the years to come. Giving Lloren a curious look, the red head tilted his head just a bit. "How do you plan too?" Alec asked of Lloren, wondering how she would choose to re-spin it. Lillian had already given her account of the tale, would the older girl add even more detail, or maybe give it a different take? He wasn't sure, but something that didn't conjure up paranoid images would be fine. This time of course he wasn't going to let his nerves get the better of him. Hopefully anyway. Of the bits and pieces he was over hearing many tales were rather good. He was glad he'd managed to account his tale well enough, aside from stumbling over himself a few times. Truthfully, Alec was just proud of everyone present for speaking up and giving their go. Public speaking wasn't something everyone was made out for. It was just an unspoken rule.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 10:47 pm
Zinnia listened to the others' stories eagerly. She was unfazed by any of them, until Shun spoke. His descriptive language made her feel a bit ill. "A-ah, but that's not really true, right?" she asked him desperately. "Th-there's no Butcher..." She shifted nervously in her seat and scooted closer to Shakuntala for comfort. "Humans... aren't the enemy of humans, right?" She shuddered. Normally it took a lot to instill fear in the young girl, but she believed him when Shun said that he was telling the truth, no matter how much she wished it was a lie.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 10:57 pm
Group 3 - STORY - Gore Warning Rikki had moved to sit with his group, eventually slouching until he was stretched out near the fire. He basked in the warmth of the fire. "You guys want to hear a scary story? I've got one."
He sat up and leaned forward, making eye contact with a few of the group. "One night a young and beautiful school teacher was riding a carriage through the woods, on her way home. Wind rustled outside, and then there was a snap. The horses pulling the carriage whinnied and reared and it came to a shuddering halt. Another snap, and the horses spooked. They reared and pulled in different directions until the carriage flipped.
"The teacher was thrown to the side of the carriage as it fell, and when it collided with the ground the wood splintered around her. She was left bleeding and in pain.
"Until," he said, looking gleeful, "She was pulled out by a handsome stranger. He carried her through the woods to a secluded house. 'Thank you for pulling me from my carriage, I don't know what could have spooked my horses!'" Rikki's voice went high and exaggeratedly feminine as he spoke for the teacher. "The man gave her a dumb knowing smile. 'Many dangerous creatures live in the woods. Some even believe in monsters.' The teacher scoffed at his words, as any sane person would. 'There's no such thing as monsters. I know that every person can be good.'
She turned to look outside like a typical dramatic heroine, exposing her neck to the man. 'I should return to get my books in the morning, so I can teach my students." The man leaned in towards her neck in temptation, and but held back at the last second. 'You must leave, now,' he demanded. Confused, the teacher turned around, but the man was looking away. 'You may not believe in monsters, but I am one, and I have to feed.' The man walked into another room and returned with a girl, dotted with holes like fang marks. She was deadeyed and complacent as the man's teeth lengthened and he brought them to her skin. The teacher gasped dramatically and turned daintily to run, but the man's temptation won out again. 'Wait!' He called. And for some stupid reason she did. 'Perhaps you could teach me to read, and I could learn to.. control myself?'
And she did. She taught him slowly but surely how to read, and how enjoyable it could be. She probably taught him to read fancy s**t that no one actually likes. 'You should be proud of how much you've changed,' she told him. But it wasn't enough to curb his apatite, apparently. 'Some monsters cannot change.' His fangs elongated and he stalked towards her, but the teacher squared her shoulders like a badass. 'But some monsters can,' she said.
Her ears grew long and her cheeks furry. Her eyes glowed brightly as the man backed away. 'What are you?' he cried, as if he didn't drink blood to get his rocks off. 'A werewolf that feeds on selfish vampires like you,' she answered with a howl.
She tore into him as easily as a titan tears through a human, spraying the room with blood and viscera. Because he was a vampire he felt every tear as she flossed her teeth with his tendons. She kept the eye attached to the optic nerve so he could actually see as she swallowed it, down her throat and to the torn pieces in his stomach."
Rikki stopped with his legs crossed, leaning forward excitedly. He looked quite pleased with himself.
"What a twist, right?"
Quote: Story from Community's "Horror Fiction in Seven Spooky Steps"
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