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 Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 5:29 pm
Preference list: 6, 3, 5, 2, 1, 4
Entry: This story happened to my father back when he was younger.
There had been a big to do event at his church for a women who had recently been possessed and exorcised. After it was over, my Nana invited her to dinner at her house to talk about the whole thing. My father had a friend who was in the army, and he brought over his best recording equipment that they had at the time.
They began asking her questions about being possessed, and she told them that she could not repeat the demons name or he would come back. But it all started when she began playing with a Ouija board. She then pulled out a notebook, which she explained she would ask questions and the demon would answer for her. The hand writing started off huge, messy and un readable, but began to transform to the most perfect cursive Latin you had ever seen.
Once she began talking about the actual exorcism process, my dad noticed his father's bedroom door open. He said it was unusual because his father never kept the door open, so he went back to close it. Few hours later, the girl had left and they began to play back the recordings to make sure it all taped. When they got to the part about the exorcism, the tape suddenly went blank. Confused his army friend re winded the tape to try again. My dad then noticed the bedroom door was open again. He went to go shut it again. When they played the tape a second time, when it got to the exorcism part, three voices began speaking slowly. One high, one medium, one low. You couldn't even understand what they were saying.
Baffled and scared by this point, the army friend re winded the tape again and when it got to that point, it was completely blank again. My dad noticed the bedroom door open a third time and he said. "Mom something inst right!"
Immediately, he said my Nana dropped to her knees and shouted "I command you, in the name of Jesus Christ to get out of my house!" and at that point, he said what was like an ice cold harsh blast of wind came out of the bedroom door, passed through them, and literally slammed out the backdoor.
Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: This is one of the reasons I will never touch a Ouija board. (big chicken) XD
Pick two colours: Black, Lime Green
Pick an animal: Red Panda
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 6:24 pm
Preference list: Spectre,Bat,Horseman, Black cat, X-ray, Jack O'lantern Entry: Darkness fell across the land like a whispering shroud, fingerlike tendrils of shadows lengthening in the fading light, pulling themselves across the land in an unstopable march as old as time itself. It was an act repeated every night in every corner of the globe and yet...tonight was differant. Tonight was darker, even the nocturnal predators - those who ussually ruled the nighttime hours found themselves tucked awa this night, hesitant to set thier paws upon the path of the hunt. It was a wise desicion as tonight was hardly your typical evening upon the african plains - tonight was the night the ghost pride rose. Rose to roam the plains, seeking recruits to bolser thier numbers...energy to feed them through the coming year. Or so my mother told me as she whispered in my ear. Tonight she said was all hallows eve and tonight the ghost lions would hunt..and the restof us..the rest of us would hide, and pray..and hope..that they passed us by. The ghost pride you see walked the mortal plane on only one night of the year and on that night they wandered through the grasslands stealing the lifeforce from the animas they met and seeking lions to add to thier numbers. It was the youth they sought most...cubs and juviniles, those with the purest souls and the greatest energy. Many mothers she told me awoke the next morning to the still forms of once lively cubs, thier hearts tonr asunder by the ghostly pillaging, thier sons and daughters now part of the ghostly formations..wandering..seeking..stealing. As they had been stolen. It is for this reason that we place the gourds upon our doors of our steps, the dryed reeds across the doors, it keeps the ghosts from finding you as you slumber and your soul safe from thier plunder. It is a tale and a cautions passed down from generation to genertion - and as my mother told me..so now do I tell you, that oyu might tell your own cubs some day...and keep them upon a a safe and mortal plane. Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: SOA Halloween wanna be. Also I did the story as sort of a ghost story a lion might tell their kids as they celebrate a more lionish version of Halloween, Pick two colours: Purple, grey Pick an animal: Fox
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 6:53 pm
Preference list: 6, 5, 4, 1, 2, 3
Entry:
Horrors and ghouls,
Angels hold no power here.
Long is the night.
Low no more, spirits hold sway
On this, the night of my birth.
We play, dance, and have parties.
Even donning costumes; our identities to hide.
Every youth seeks out candy,
Never knowing a trick-or-treat.
Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: A poem about Halloween. ^_^
Pick two colours: Black and Blood Red
Pick an animal: Scorpion
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 6:53 pm
Preference list: X-Ray, Horseman, Bat, Random Critter (I like surprises!), Spectre, Black Cat, Jack O'Lantern Entry: Sorry it's a little lengthy... I used too large a font. I felt that telling it in this format made it better, though. Thumbnail leads to my DA, because Photobucket's being a bit of a b***h.  Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all:1. Install StumbleUpon toolbar. 2. Pick Category: Birds. 3. Fall in love with every bird. Also, look up these games: Alice is Dead, Loved, ImmorTall, I Can Hold My Breath Forever, and Coma. They're all flash games, and they're all rather... poignant. And somewhat creepy. Pick two colours: Silver and black Pick an animal: Anglerfish
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 7:49 pm
Preference list: Horseman, Jack, Black Cat, Spectre, Bat, Xray
Entry:
It had followed him for some time, much as a predator seeks its prey. But what it did not know was that the imp Redrum was with him. Jalan was barely fifteen and though skilled in the ways of the wood, few ever thought of him as prey. In fact most usually avoided him . He was uncommon and had true darkness in his eyes.
When he saw it step out nearly tripping in its haste to get at him, he glanced at the imp who danced in delight. It reached out with its magic freezing the strange feral beast that had been hunting them never realizing that its prey knew. It remained frozen in place as the boy walked forwards to investigate.
"I suppose we should take it back." the teen mused as the feral watched fear starting to show in its eyes, but then grinned wickedly. "Although it'd be more interesting just to take care of it ourselves."
Redrum focused a moment, then smiled slightly. "My Lord, do as you wish. We will take care of the rest."
Jalan raised an eyebrow, suddenly grinning widely. He put his hand on one of the daggers sheathed on his belt. It would be good to use it in such a way. "In that case, this looks like a good spot to camp, Red." he stated, getting down from his horse. "I think we need a pair of shackles. And a collar. Something that reaches around that large tree." He stared into its eyes, grinning before he gave details on what he wanted to Redrum.
A few moments later another imp appeared, summoned by the first. After a few words, it vanished soon to return with the required items. When they were done, the feral had manacles on all four limbs. The chains criscrossed around the tree from one arm to the foot on the opposite side. The collar likewise was connected by two chains that linked into the chains.
The result left the feral spreadeagled against the tree, unable to move. Or even to sit down. When Jalan was certain it would hold, he had the imp remove the paralyzing spell from the creature. He wanted it to react and to feel the pain as well as understand exactly where it was headed.
Four days was all it had. The boy had decided that at random, picking the number the way one did a chance in a lottery. Only this beast had a sure thing on when he would be finished with it. It was left to worry about what was going to happen all night long. Neither Jalan nor Redrum touched it. He wanted it to sit all night long and wonder when it would begin. As the sky turned pink, Jalan was eating his breakfast and ignoring it entirely.
There was something to be said about being patient. One savored every moment of anticipation. The beast did not, but Jalan relished it. Redrum was amused.
When Jalan did begin, it was with a practiced ease. The imp raised an eyebrow in appreciation of the way that the boy began to carve. The creature snarled in pain and frustration. Each time it tried to reach out towards the boy, it choked itself.
The imp watched as it was slowly skinned alive. Inch by inch. That was by no means all was done to it. It was merely the beginning. The spirit had played with Jalan a time or two and showed him dark things. For four days, he toyed with it, keeping it moving and alive until he was finished with it. A slice here. A fragment removed. Nothing vital. Everything painful.
When he glanced at it the last time, his lips twitched upwards. A macabre statue carved in such exquisite detail of revealed muscle and bone stared back at him in pain and fear. Its eyes were hatred at their depths.
"I should take up sculpture, don't you think, Red?" he asked in sudden amusement, wiping his knife off. What happened to it now did not matter. After all, the art had never been in the result, but in the creating. Everyone knew that.
Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: Star Ocean, Breath of Fire, Shadow Hearts, Suikoden, A laugh a day will keep the doctor away but give you clowns.
Pick two colours: Black and fluorescent violet
Pick an animal: Black Jaguar
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 8:32 pm
Preference list: Specter, Black Cat, Xray, Horseman, Jack, and Bat
Entry:
She was late but it was ok since he knew where she was, the school library. She was always at the school library studying. He knew because he watched. He watched from the shadows as she bent over her books. Watched through a telescope as she hung out with friends. Watched at a distance as she turned down guy after guy and why not she was his after all. No other girl drew his attention like she did. He dreamed of her golden hair, silken skin, liquid eyes, and soon she would be his, until he found another.
The night was cold but that was to be suspected three days until Halloween but he didn't care since tonight was the night. Tonight she would be his. When she left the library with the last student he followed behind staying in the shadows. It wasn't until they were at the deserted parking lot that he veered off to his car which was on the other side from her car. Her car wouldn't start, nor would her cellphone have reception. He made sure of that.
His offer of help wouldn't be turned down. His pleasure would last a long while; her pain much longer.
They found her three days later on Halloween, strangled by her own hair. A note resting on a smashed pumpkin lying nearby said, 'until next year'
Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: Its a bit different from what i submitted in class but its close... freaked out a few of my friends who read it.
Pick two colours: Dark red and black
Pick an animal: Bangled Tiger
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 12:22 am
Preference list: Jack, specter, horseman, random critter, x-ray, black cat, bat Entry: True events. Though dramatized a bit for added spookiness. My parents were going out of town. Out of state, even. I had to stay and go to work and take care of our animals and our gardens in their absence. I didn't complain though, I HATE road trips. Plus I was going to have the house all to myself for over a week. Nothing can possibly go wrong (lololol). My bedroom was freshly cleaned, just like my dad demanded before he left. I sat at my computer like I usually do for hours. And like usual, sitting makes a person thirsty. So I got up to get a drink. A still, empty, dark house is always spooky, no matter how long you've lived in it. I went downstairs, grabbed a glass, hastily filled it with water and bolted upstairs. As I entered my room I noticed a bobby pin on the floor near my desk. It irked me just a bit, because I had JUST cleaned my room. But I didn't bother picking it up, I just wanted to retreat to the safety of the virtual world. Later, I finished my glass of water and placed it on top of my desk so I could take it back downstairs in the morning. Minutes, maybe hours after that, I heard a very loud CLINK. I was so transfixed on my computer screen, that the sudden noise made me jump out of my pants! I examined the source of the sound - The glass. There was a bobby pin inside. I looked at the floor. There was no bobby pin on the floor. At this point, I'm already jittery and adrenaline-pumped from the loud clang. The source of the clang just makes it so much worse. I literally forgot to breathe. I looked at the clock. It's around 10:30... Pretty early to be going to bed, but it was better to be asleep and oblivious than huddled in a corner sucking on my thumb waiting for the ghosts to pull more pranks on me. If I COULD go to sleep, anyway. I lied in bed with my eyes closed, several thick blankets pulled around myself in a protective 'cocoon' type of deal. I was desperately trying to take my mind off of my paranoia. Whatever my technique was, it seemed to work quite well... and just as began to drift to sleep, I heard a "shhhft" and a "THUNK"... As if something on my desk was being dragged across, and then dropped... snapping me right awake again. It took a heck of a lot of guts to look at my desk and see what had made that sound. I didn't see any ghosts or demons, thank the heavens. But my digital clock had been flipped over. It was 11:34, but upside-down and backwards the haunting red light of the clock read... "hE:ll" Needless to say, I did not get any sleep that night. Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: I hear you liek mudkipzPick two colours: Silver and pastel green Pick an animal: Wolf
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 12:37 am
Preference list: Black Cat, Horseman, Jack O' Lantern, X-Ray, Spectre, Bat Entry:I was told this story when I was in primary school, aged around 6 or 7. It's about a ghost who apparently haunts Victoria Mill, an old Cotton Mill that is right next to the school. The story goes that a young girl named Annabella worked at the Mill. Like most people working there, she came from a very poor family, and what she earned wasn't nearly enough to put bread on the table. Her mother's birthday was coming up. Annabella so desperatly wanted to get her mother something nice, but it would be impossible for her to save up. So she began stealing things from work, such as cloth and thread, in order to make a beautiful nightgown for her mother. She them stayed in the mill after hours in order to make the dress. One night, when she thought she was all alone as usual, she decided to try the nightgown on. Just then, a man walked in on her, most likely a cleaner or a night watchman. Terrified of being caught, Annabella made a run for it. The mill is massive, and the poor girl had no idea where she was going. She ended up climbing the massive spiral staircase up to the top of the Mill's great tower. Then what happened next...is a mystery. Some say that she jumped, having been deeply ashamed of what she had done. Others say that she was pushed, as no one would truely miss a poor young cotton mill worker. So the story goes that if you look up at the mill tower on a cloudy night, you'll see the ghost of a young woman wearing a flowing white gown, and you'll see her either jump off or fall off. That's how you're meant to be able to tell how her life really ended. There's also the typical "If you say her name five times in the mirror, she'll appear!" thing. Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: Lol, I live across the road from that mill to this day. It's been converted into flats now, but the tower is still there. Pick two colours: Pink and Grey Pick an animal: Great White Shark
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 3:26 am
Preference list: Spectre, Horseman, Bat, Black cat, Jack-o-lantern, Xray
Entry:
They say a veil exists between this world and the next – a plane of existence that bridges the gaps between life, death and ultimately the journey that follows the deceased. In this veil there exist both benevolent and malevolent spirits, most of which live a life in isolation. Beyond the mortal eye they wander and on occasions, look down upon those who walk with the breath of life flowing through their mobile forms. It is with great envy that the most malevolent of these spirits watch the living, trapped in limbo until such times as the gods consider them ready to move beyond the veil of spirits and onto the next world. It is during such times that they begin to plot, ponder and muse over the possibility of escape.
It would be safe to assume that the vast majority of mortals are save from these malevolent spirits, incapable of hearing the call or sensing their touch. But as with all things in life there is always one vulnerable kink within the armour.
Perhaps it was a misstep on the part of the gods, but when they graced a select few mortals with the gift of far sight they opened a gate into the mortal world. It is not that these select few are willing participants but even though they may be strong in mind, their guard has to fall eventually. It is when they sleep and when they dream that these walls crumble. Welcomed into the ethereal embrace of a land that only spirits should frequent they may be subject to dream or nightmare depending on the eyes that watch them.
...It was here that one unfortunate Seer met his fate.
He wandered as always, through this land of the deceased and paused here and there to examine the ‘visions’ that the silver lakes reflected within. In all his life from cub to adulthood, he had never met a malevolent spirit and he had assumed that today would be no different. Alas, the gods did not smile upon him and as he examined the silver lake, it began to bubble and warp. The reflection that he saw was no longer that of a delicate world but one twisted and destroyed by fire, famine and pestilence. The family and pride he had once known were torn asunder – the king lay dead, the females mutilated and the cubs... Had his gaze not been transfixed by an unknown paw he would have turned away.
His kin had been slain.
Before his very eyes their corpses withered and turned to dust, the flesh that once covered their bones pecked away by scavengers. The land shifted and changed endlessly, with no sign of recovery and as his lips parted in silent anguish the images ceased abruptly with an explosion of this ethereal liquid. It burned at his eyes and he roared in anguish, his paws rising and head bowing as he attempted to brush it from his gaze.
The struggle grew more abrupt and more desperate, there seemed to be no sign of escape.
His eyes snapped open abruptly and no sooner had they done so than his nose creased at the recognisable scent of blood. The sense of dread crept into his heavy form and with a flex of his claws he raised his head uncertainly and gazed up at what fate awaited him. Alas, what he had seen transpire within his very dreams had occurred and before him lay the fallen forms of his beloved kin, they had been murdered and cruelly so.
...It was only when he gazed down upon his own aching claws and questioned why he had been spared. His answer was made clear; he remained alive because it had been at his claws that such a massacre had occurred. His claws tainted red and numerous scars upon his flank indicated as much – the vessel, he, had been spared.
His lips parted, a saddened growl rippling from his throat.
Few desire to live within a nightmare, but even less would wish upon their worst enemy, the beast that tore through the veil. Few would wish for a malvevolent spirit and none would be content to see it regardless of where they walked. A living nightmare indeed, for where this lion's shadow once lurked there existed a new and much more ominous one.
While the sun bound it to a dark and disembodied form, the dusk that crept in each evening released it and when this unfortunate soul succumbed to exhaustion - what chains would keep this devilish wraith bound?
Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: Did you know that Jack o’ Lanterns originated in Ireland? People placed candles in hollowed-out turnips to keep away spirits and ghosts on the Samhain holiday.
n_n; I wrote this based on theory and a lot of ‘what ifs’. I’m not 100% familiar with SoA seers and their capabilities so I decided to twist other seer concepts and definitions. Given they commune with the spirits in other religions etc I opted to use this as the premise for my tale. I understand that the lion would NOT be an actual seer in SoA, but my inspiration took me down this route for my tale and I wanted to share it!
Pick two colours: Forest green and cream
Pick an animal: Penguin
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 3:49 am
Preference list: Jack o'lantern, X-Ray, Black Cat, Horseman, Spectre, Bat.
Entry:
"Oh, hah hah! Yeah, very funny!" The male let out an extremely forced laugh, muzzle twitching as a snarl was held back. He was more than a little pissed off with the situation: someone or something had come along and trampled through his home. The home the hyena had happily situated just a few days ago near the edge of one of the few jungles he'd come across in his travels. One of the relatively uninhabited jungles, at that. There weren't supposed to be others around to bother him, that was the entire point! 'Damn'it..' Jack O'lan let out a rumble of anger, swiping out with a paw at the remains of what had been his new home. The large palm fronds were snapped and ripped apart, the sticks that had propped things up were totaled, and just about all of it was scattered every which way. Everything.. everything was unrepairable! And they'd been stupid enough to leave their paw prints all over.
Lips raising as he finally let out that snarl, he paced around the wreck, white teeth bright against the orange of his fur. "Hah! You.. Y-you think it's funny, do ya?! Wrecking someone's home?" His brows furrowed into a fierce glare, Jack O'lan pushed himself through the nearby foliage that made the jungle's border, blindly storming about the unexplored territory. He was going to find this sonuvabitch and give them a piece of his mind. Screw going to sleep! There was no way he would be leaving until he found this damned criminal. After all, he had no home to go and sleep in, thanks to a certain someone! C'mon! Get out here and show yoursel-"
What the hell was that? Halting in mid-sentence, the hyena whipped his head to the side, having just spotted something moving from the corner of his eye. He stopped his stomping for a moment, lips still raised and showing off his pearly whites as he searched the area with his eyes. "Don't screw around, ya coward! I'll mess you up for what ya did to my home!" Jack O'lan barked out angrily, turning in his spot as he tried to find out where this stranger was.
Trees, vines, leaves... more leaves and trees and vines..
Ah hah! There they were! Letting out a delightedly crazed laugh, a typical hyena's laugh, the male charged towards the light colored form of a male lion. He lunged at the criminal, biting at the form in hopes of giving 'em a well deserved chomp.. only to have his jaws snap shut with a noisy 'clack!'
..The hell? He gave a shake, head spinning and view a bit fuzzy from the unexpected feeling of teeth against teeth. The hyena was just barely able to make out the form of the lion as he continued on his way through the jungle, seeming to pass through everything he touched. "Get back here!" Jack O'lan snapped out, letting out a growl as he made his way after the other male. "You b*****d, I'm not done with ya! Get back h-GURK."
Eyesight fuzzy and mind concentrated solely on ripping apart the feline, Jack O'lan had stumbled his way right into the path of a tangle of thick jungle vines. Head and both front paws tangled in the mess, he thrashed about in his attempt to get away, only making the situation worse.
"I'll g-GAH-get-" He gasped for whatever air he could snatch as he cried out at the lion, voice cut off as the vine looped around his neck was tightened as he moved a paw. "I'll get y-URK!" The hyena gagged as he flailed his limbs about, ensnared paws only making the vines tighter and tighter as he tried to get that damned lion. "I'll get you! And when I do-GAH.. When I do I'll kill ya!"
Jack O'lan never did get him.
Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: HAVE A PANDA. >:C
Pick two colours: White & Red.
Pick an animal: ..Panda. XD
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 4:12 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:21 am
Preference list: Horseman, X-ray, Spectre, Bat, Black Cat, Jack-o-lantern
Entry:
Gnarled tree limbs scraped against cold hard stone as thunder clapped menacingly in the distance.
Pause. Wait. Justonemoremoment.
A terrified scream. The sound of ripping flesh. He cackled psychotically, enjoying the sound of her pain. Gushy, wet, beautiful. She was beautiful in her terror.
Thunder clap.
He paused and looked to the sky as a flash of lightening illuminated his face and gave a sick glow to the red, sticky liquid that clung to his fur. Grin. Slimy red-coated teeth. Rip rip rip. Dig. Delicious. Beautiful and delicious.
Gone. All the good parts were gone. Prickly white bone snapped and prodded at his limbs as he tried to dig deeper and find more. He was still hungry. Time for new hunt. New female. New beauty.
Thunder clap. Lighting flash. Soaked. Sticky. Excited. New hunt!
Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: That was kind of fun. >>
Pick two colours: dark black, glowing yellow.
Pick an animal: Ball python
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 8:24 am
Preference list: x-ray, Specter, Horseman, Jack, cat .bat
Entry:
She didn't understand why people ran away screaming
All she wanted was some directions.
An elderly couple shuffled back into their car at her approach.
Something was wrong, but she didn't know what.
She turned and continued on through the parking lot.
A man ran screaming.
She wanted to call to him "Wait! I need directions!"
But when her mouth opened, nothing came out.
She paused, reaching up to touch her lips, only to find there were none.
She reached for her tongue. There was none.
Only teeth and a gaping hole.
Then it dawned on her... she wasn't really feeling the greatest and she had the urge for steak-rare.
She didn't feel the bullet blast through her brain.
She simple noticed that the taste of her own blood was delicious.
They carried her not far away, throwing her onto a pile of other dead.
Just like her.
And ignited them.
Zombies... gotta fight fire with fire.
Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: I'm a zombie this year for halloween so... I thought a zombie story would RULE.
Pick two colours: Black and blue.
Pick an animal: Cuttlefish
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 9:09 am
Preference list: Horseman > X-Ray > Black Cat > Jack'o Lantern > Bat > Spectre
Entry:
Through the shred of memory she clung to, she could remember a troupe of cheetahs. Not like her. So different. Differentbetterrightnotwrongshewaswrongshewas--
It was family. That's what they told her. They were family. All bright colors and happy smiles and even though she never really smiled, they thought she did, with the horrific permanent grin on her face. They loved her. she belonged. NO,pitied,theypitiedyoutheyhatedyouhatedhatehatehate--
He loved her. Brightest of them all, so full of life, so happy! He thought she was beautiful, even though the only colors she bore were the green of envy and that hideous scowl. He told her, so many times, she was so pretty. And she believed him, for a while. But she wasn't stupid. No, she wasn't stupid at all. Her troupe took care of her because she was family, not because they loved her, not because they cared. He loved her, though. Loved her black little heart and her attention to detail and how bloody she'd come home, and everyone stared, but He just smiled...
She was a ferocious girl, a whirling dervish of hate and anger and well-placed claws when she was hunting. More than capable of falling a few cheetahs. More than capable of slaughtering them all. And why shouldn't she? They took Him from her! They took him and they made him wrong and the same and twisted inside like they all were! All he did was dance, now, after the Moon came and took his happiness away! She had tried to stop him, she had, made him swear and promise he would run away with her so they couldn't take his happiness and he wouldn't be stuck in their dancing circle of bright color forever and ever and ever.
But he hadn't listened.
They never listened.
She watched, terrified, as the bright big Moon took his happiness out of his mouth and his eyes lost that spark. He was empty, now. A bright zombie with nothing but blood and guts. Like a beast. A wee little beastie. Something to kill and slaughter and rip and tear. That's what they all were! They all deserved to die! They weren't living, they were mocking her, mocking mocking mockingmockingmocking--
And then the new He came. Not her bright lively zombie, he was different. Dark. Terrifying. He saw what they did to her brightzombieHim, he told her what to do. She was family. She had to set them all free. Let their souls follow their happiness after that soul-stealing moon! She would release them from their bright awful horrible shells...
He showed her the way in. They were just like beasts. Asleep in their dens where no one could hear them scream...
The tales of the Cackling Banshee have spread far across the savannah. Some say she snapped at the sight of her lover in the paws of another cheetah. Others say she had never been right in the head, and it was just inevitable to happen. But then there's the real story. Or at least... That's what everyone thinks.
Mothers tell their children these stories, to settle rambunctious cubs. Do They want the Cackling Banshee to show up in their den?
The story goes that the Cackling Banshee, so named for the maniacal laughter as she ruthlessly ripped into the throats of her whole troupe, hadn't been in love. She hadn't had a family. She felt nothing. So... she was ripe pickings for the Bogeyman. She sold her soul for a way out, and he gave her that way out. Now, she was stuck doing his dirty work for the rest of her life, coming into dens and slitting the throats of happy families.
But bright cubs...
Those are her favorites.
Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: BOOM. There goes the dynamite. |:
Pick two colours: Black and green!
Pick an animal: LION.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:21 am
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Entry: My dad told me this story eveery holloween when i was younger:
Jacob and his brother Paul went walking through the woods. The only sounds they heard were leaves rustling as the wind blew and every so often a bird chirping. "It's so quiet here," Paul whispered.
But not before to long were the boys hollering and chasing each other around. Jacob ducked behind a tree. Once Paul came by, Jacob jumped at him. Paul raced ahead and hid behind a bush. When he looked down he saw and old drum.
"Jacob! Come look what I found," he hollered. "It looks like bongos; I bet it's over a hundred years old." Paul stated.
"Look at the stains on it, wait a minute, is that blood?" Jacob said examing the drum. "Put it down and let’s get it out of here," he said as he began leaving.
But Paul couldn't resist trying the drum. It was as if they were beckoning to him. He sat with them between his legs on the ground. He began to beat with one hand then the other, with a slow pace.
Jacob turned around. "Paul what are you doing?!, Stop that and let’s get out of here!" He exclaimed.
But Paul kept playing as if he didn’t even hear him. He began to beat faster and faster almost as if he couldn’t stop.
Suddenly there were shouts in the woods and hoof beats against the ground. A cloud of dirt and dust began to rise from behind a line of trees. Then men on horseback galloped toward them.
“Paul stop let’s get out of here!” Jacob exclaimed, he began to run. Paul dropped the drums and ran after him.
Jacob heard the sound of a bow firing an arrow. Then he heard his brother scream. When Jacob turned he saw his brother fall forward, dead. But there was no arrow in his body, there was no wound at all. When the police searched, there were no men on horseback, no hoof prints--- there was also no drum. The only sounds they heard were leaves rustling as the wind blew and every so often a bird chirping.
Anything else I may find interesting? Anything at all: No piece of paper can be folded in half more than 7 times;Butterflies taste with their feet;Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.
Pick two colours: black and neon blue
Pick an animal: Lion
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