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 Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:33 am
-Slides this in and scurries away.- =D;
The Jade Pearl
I was never a big fan of change, even if it was something as simple as moving furniture around. I stood still in the damp cold basement, a musty couch cushion clutched to my shivering form in a futile effort to trap some waning body heat. My brows rose to my hairline as my parents all but threw the rotted-out wooden shelving unit onto the stairs. Dad stood with his back to me, hands on his hips as Mom wiped sweat from her face with her shirt.
"We didn’t ask you down here just to stare, Nickie." Mom muttered with scorn.
All I could do was shrug in response as another shiver traveled up my spine. My eyes fell to the floor where the shelves once occupied, narrowing at the sight of fleeing house centipedes. Creepy little things with their billion fuzzy legs of death. Soon my imagination took control and all I could see and hear were the terrified screams of the town's people fleeing from the giant Centizilla! It had come for their precious hoard of taco sauce, now on sale for only $2.95 a gallon! Get it while it’s ho--.
"...she even paying attention to me?" Dad's voice intruded just as Centizilla picked up a church bus of orphans.
"Y'know she has that problem, dear." I heard Mom respond looking up just in time for her to tap the side of her head.
Oh no, I was not mental, I assure you. I was clean as far as mental health goes, aside from the overactive imagination. "I don't have a problem, ma." Rolling my eyes I held out the cushion in time for Dad to snatch while I climbed over the unit's wreckage.
Poor old thing. It had some good years on it yet. To this day I can remember climbing to its top just to reach Sis's hidden candy stash, now look at it. Rotten from the last flood. Screwing up my face I grabbed onto to the heaviest piece of began to haul it backwards up the stairs. That was when we made the discovery that would change us all, the one that had landed me here.
Not watching my footing I slipped, a terrified 'eep!' releasing from my throat before my tailbone collided with upper stair. My arms lifted above my head, hands holding onto that jagged wood in a last ditch effort not to impale my face. With a crash the end of the wood went straight through the wall and opening my eyes I felt my stomach fill with dread. Lord have mercy Mom was going to kill me.
Groaning I turned to look at the damage and immediately began to bang my head on the opposite wall. The wood punched a decent fist sized hole clean through what should have been thick plaster.
"What was that!?"
"Nicole what did you do!"
Oh don't be concerned about my safety at all. "I'm just dandy, thanks for asking!" I hollered back down at them face working into a scowl as Dad peeked beyond the door.
"Oh Nic, ya gotta be kidding me." He sighed in defeat. Grabbing the other end of the wood he yanked it free from the wall, nearly sending me sprawling. Setting it off to the side he trekked up toward me and knelt near the hole.
"Um... Accidents happen?" I offered weakly scrambling out of his way. He grunted placing two of his thick gnarled fingers on the edge of the crumbling hole. Mom gave me her classic 'look' and a thick veil of guilt settled over my heart. Give me a break, it was an accident. It wasn't like he couldn't fix it.
"You can fix it right?" I voiced aloud timidly.
"Yes I can fix it." I sighed with relief, "But we don't have that kind of money to do it now."
I winced at the tone he used. That tone of 'this is coming out of your college savings'. I knew it couldn't be an expensive fix, I mean just slap some plaster on that bad boy, let it dry and apply a nice coat of paint; BAMF! Insta-wall. Pity my savings were as minimal as their back account.
While Dad continued to eye the monstrous and now fatal wound to my savings, Mom and I hauled the wood up and out into the waiting dump truck. All too soon we had finished taking the rotten things from the basement and Dad sitting at the kitchen table with a cold one clutched in his hand. Nice.
Mom declared us done for that weekend and, after a quick blissfully hot shower, all of us sat around the table to take-out. Chomping down on the most delicious egg roll in the history of egg rolls I spied Dad rolling something around his fingers.
Swallowing I tilted my head to the side. "What’s that?" I asked. He paused in his rolling, looking at me slowly. He seemed dazed. Mom asked him this time, emphasizing with her chopsticks.
"Oh. Just. Something I found in the wall." Dad shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing you girls would be interested in."
I shook my head at that. What could he possibly find? An old screw? Not pressing the matter I dug into my meal as discussions of the day and distant family gossip filtered in the background.
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Over the course of the following week Dad began to go through some odd changes. His drinking slowed which was amazing to us after all the years of begging. Heck, he even dropped from a pack of cigarettes a day to one or two. The alarming thing about these changes was his rapid weight loss and sudden appetite for undercooked meat. Either Mom or I knew what to think of that but as long as he felt alright there was no real cause for concern.
It was Friday afternoon and I was preparing the meal before his catnap. Flipping over the sizzling sausage patties I reflected on his recent change. Dad did eventually show us what he had found in the wall, blushing when he told Mom he had intended to make her a necklace. It was a tiny jade bead, or rather more like a pearl. The prettiest little thing I had ever seen.
Why it was hidden in the wall bugged me profusely. Was it cursed?
"Don't let it get too done!" Dad said gruffly causing me to jump. Shoving me off to the side he took the fork from my hand and pulled the sausage out of the pan. It was still pink, not at all the usual gray to brown of it being done.
Heck I didn't even think it had thawed yet. "Dad..." I paused collecting my thoughts. "I'm a little... Worried about this whole meat thing." He looked up sharply causing me to take a step back. Down boy. "I mean we had to force you to eat it before and now you're just piling it on and it's still bloody most of the time."
His lips curled back in a feral snarl and I took a few more steps back. "Ok, ok you can have your meat and eat it too." He seemed satisfied with my response, piled more on his plate and walked back to his room.
Fear clutched my throat and with shaking hands I dialed Mom at work.
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An hour and 47 minutes remaining until Mom would come home. It was a countdown that would never end. After washing Dad's plate and delivering a bowl of ice cream he looked at me in a way that made me fearful to stay home. It was a way you'd expect a hardened criminal to look, someone with a carnal lust for blood. I shuddered at the thought and looked to my closed door.
An hour and 46 minutes. I was beginning to shake now the entire aura of the house radiating that it was time to flee. 'You’re just being silly, Nickie.' I chided myself. There was nothing to be afraid of. I just had to focus on something, anything. Playing a game would ease my tension right? Lighten the mood a little. Reaching out toward my system I spied the titles along my game case.
Nothing too creepy. Just, just something... KNOCK, KNOCK, BANG!
Nearly leaping out of my skin and sending several games to the floor, I gazed at the door enraged. "Geezuz, Dad! You don't need to knock my door down!"
He walked in almost sheepishly and any fear evaporated. Maybe I had imagined what happened earlier. It was possible knowing me. "Is there something you need?"
As quick as the fear left me it returned in full force, heart pounding in my ears. Was Dad...? Did he just look me over? Shifting from one foot to the other I asked again. "Is there something you need..?"
"I'm afraid I didn't get enough to eat."
Alarms sounded in my mind at the tone of his voice, body screaming at me to flee. No, no this was all just in my head, I knew it. "Want me to fix you anything?"
The room fell into an eerie silence. My only warning was a shiver up my spine before he lunged. With a scream I pelted up and over the corner of my bed just as he sent the rest of my games clattering to the floor. Leaping toward the door I grabbed the knob and clutched my racing heart, eyes wide. "The heck is wrong with you?!"
He turned to look at me, neck twisting to see behind him with a sickening pop, front to back. My hands flew to my mouth as I gave a horrified gasp. In the center of his forehead was that stupid jade bead only this time it was much larger. Much larger.
Oh Dad...
His began to turn, matching forward to face and I slammed the door shut. Holding the knob with two hands I tried to calm my now erratic breathing. "Please." I whisper hoarsely. "Please don't let me die." Sobbing, I took my shaking hands from the door, overcome with the urge to vomit I to a few steps back before turning and taking off down the hall.
Hearing the door explode and splinter I slipped into the living room, bolting for the door. Unable to breathe I gave the knob several harsh tugs. Why wouldn't it budge?!
Warm breath gusted along the nape of my neck and I froze. I could feel his now long and extra jointed fingers wrap around my waist. Closing my eyes I waited for the end. His hands traveled down my sides to my thighs, thighs to knees and suddenly they closed on my ankles.
He gave a great yank and the air was knocked my lungs as I went face first into the carpet. My body was wracked with dry heaves as he began to drag me back to his room, my fingers digging for anything to stop it.
Thank heavens for door frames. Grabbing onto the corner I wrenched a foot out of his hand and kicked where no girl should kick with all of my might. Dropping my other foot he howled in pain, sending the hairs on my neck standing. It wasn't human sounding at all though I guess he wasn't one any longer. Pushing off the floor I ran for the back door in the kitchen. Wise man said to never look back, boy how I wish I had listened.
The beast, as that's the only way to describe him, had become seven and a half feet tall. It was hunched with long greasy black feathers sprouting from the middle of his head and down the middle of his back to what I can only describe as a fleshy tail. Once human hands had grown to have triple the amount of joints making them about 2 feet in length. The most frightening thing of all was his face.
No longer was he my father. Where there should have been a nose was now an oozing flesh beak of some sort that connected to his upper lip. His cheeks now protruded outward forming bone-like mandibles. His eyes, oh lord his eyes were the exact same bright green of that jade.
Swallowing a scream I shut the kitchen door, barricading it with everything I could find. Chairs, the table, heck I would’ve put the refrigerator there if I could. Shaking uncontrollably I backed away, eying my feeble defense. If he did what he did to my bedroom door then this wouldn't last long at all. Chewing on my split bottom lip I skidded across the linoleum and hopped down into the door well.
Grabbing the knob I twisted and pulled as hard as I could only to be greeted with not an exit, oh no, but the jingling and the banging of the knob pulling off. Mouth agape I stared down on the cold metal knob in disbelief. It couldn’t end this way!
Arching my arm up I threw the stupid thing into the basement, eyes glaring as it splashed onto the wet cement. With an aching heart I realized there was no way out. No where to run. No where to hide. Or was there?
I glanced to my left at the pantry, a final attempt. Throwing it open I stepped inside knocking over the cleaning supplies and a few candy bars. Grasping the broom I held onto it for dear life, breathing raggedly as I shut the door to my food ridden coffin. Licking my lips I waited, the sound of breathing my only distraction. I spared a glance at my wrist watch and let out a whimper. Twenty minutes until Mom would come home.
I prayed that she'd work late and save herself. My barricade crashed; I held myself rigid despite my quivering.
My heart quickened as his great big lumbering steps drew near. Breath hitched in my throat as the pantry doors shook, a strangled growl coming from the other side of the doors. Tears stung my eyes as my hands shook against the broom handle.
People say it's moments like these that your life flashes before your eyes. The only thing that happened for me was Mom's loving voice filling my mind, singing that lullaby. I couldn’t help but sing it with her in my aching sobs.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy,
When skies are gray.
The pantry doors ripped and I held fast to that broom. Screaming I smashed the Beast in its face, shoulders anything I could hit. The stick was wrenched out of my hands but I wouldn’t give up! It wasn’t fair! With shaking fists I pounded at the hard scaly body until its hand wrapped around my head.
My stomach rose into my throat as it tossed me out of my hiding place and into the kitchen. I rolled over the slick floor and into the oven, hiding my face in my arms. Everything ached, a world of pain like I had never known. Sobbing and screaming I didn't give the thing the pleasure of me looking at it in fear.
You'll never know dear,
How much I love you.
A heavy weight settled onto me, claws tracing the sides of my clothes. White hot pain laced through me as the Beast struck at last. Soon the pain was blocked my I continued to scream as it dug through my innards, blood sloshing onto the floor.
Please don't take my sunshine away...
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Mom walked in later that evening to find me screaming on the kitchen floor, smoke alarm sounding from a burnt dinner as Dad continued to try and snap me out of it. They say I screamed until my throat was raw. At least that's what the paramedics told them.
I'm not at that house anymore, with its flooded basement. In fact, I'm not with my parents at all. They decided to send me to this lovely institution where there are people quite like myself. We're all stuck in dreams here.
It's such a shame, though. I've never been a big fan of change.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:55 am
Curse of the Night Today, I dreamed again. I was back down in that cellar again. This time I saw it, my death. The lingering stench of rot in the air. Behind me, I could hear a rushed, sniffling breathing sound, like a dog-yet so unlike- trying to pick up a scent.
This is my last night, Whelp. The things I’ve seen, they’re bigger then you, then me, then even this wretched non-existence we are suspended in. I’m not gonna give’em the satisfaction of catching up with me. Neither am I gonna go mad trying to avoid them. No, this is goin’ down on terms. For once, I’m gonna be in control. I’m here now only to give you warnin’ and to set the details of this unlife in order. I have to tell old …. Allies that I’m not gonna be a part of the program anymore. This old “soul” is finally bowing out of the Danse.
I choose to meet the sunrise tomorrow. It’s the only way to be absolutely sure. And when that sun comes up, I’ll set fire to the vestibule where I rest. I should have enough strength left for that. But if you wish to settle IT’s gaze upon you next, come scrounging around my haven tomorrow night. Poke amongst the ashes and see what remains after fire and rays of sunlight do their job.
If you’re smart though, you’ll leave well enough alone.
Every action has a consequence. For good or for ill. Even inaction is its own consequence. Arrogantly I had thought I had known what would happen. Maybe even logically I did. I was young then, and such a fool. I had believed that immortality would be such a wondrous thing. That in living forever…. Well, it doesn’t matter what I had thought. It’s about time the consequences of my actions finally catch up to me.
Imagine for a moment the emotions you feel now. Regardless of what they are. Once you’ve been Embraced, they immediately start to fade, and within a few years they no longer seem to even matter. Which, I guess is a good thing, given what we see and do over the eternity that we are cursed with. Pleasures fade, and apathy paints everything a dreary grey.
Imagine now your loved ones. As they grow old and pass on, you stand outside of time, helpless to do anything but watch them die. Over and over again.
It begins with a careful seduction. Of power, of wealth, of promises. The pleasure of giving your life’s blood to sustain another. The sense of powerlessness when you surrender and bare your neck. Knowing that the teeth that pierce your skin must be precise-else you’ll end up dead. The thrill of walking that razor’s edge.
Then comes the Embrace. Hah. That makes it sound so sexy and great. What it really is, quite simply, is death. And not even a glamorous one. It is messy and bloody (obviously). And simply, it hurts like h*ll.
It brings with it a deep seated paranoia, and one to the attention of the creatures of night. Creatures that even vampires fear. Those that Hunt me even now. Damned I may already be, you as well, but I refuse to let them catch me and devour what is left that may pass for a soul. If you’re smart, become stronger. Embroil yourself and others in far reaching plots. Live long. Don’t ever let them catch you. When your time comes, it is far better if you end your own existence.
A summons came. There was no name, no mark, nothing to distinguish from whence it came. Nonetheless I knew. A knot of dread-the first emotion I’d felt in a long, long time- formed in my stomach. It seemed that my usefulness had finally come to an end.
I went to the house-well the property upon which it was located- where my guide intimated that the owners were unaware of the haven which rested below their very house. The very haven to which he was now leading me…
Harsh panting breaths. Snarls of frustration. A bone chilling howl as they once again catch on to the scent of my Beast.
Overwhelming terror. My body freezes. They’re close. Maybe this will be my final few moments of existence.
A chilling laugh. “Hunt. Find him. Let him fade to the nothingness where he belongs.”
Adrenaline kicks in. I am not some mindless beast. I refuse to become the prey. To end my unlife so… I am able to move.
If I am to let go of this curse, it will be on my terms. They are closing in behind me. I hope I have enough strength left to do what I must.
The scent of decaying flesh. Fur slick with viscera. A dozen baleful eyes already devouring my form, imprinting it on It’s mind.
How can I escape this?
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 9:39 am
Gaia released these;
http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/announcements/cash-shop-update-get-political/t.44659281/
The End
( I doubt this would be an eligible entry, it's not long, and it's not really a story..but hell, they freaked me, and others out XD It had to be done)
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 9:52 am
The Door The door was glowing again. In the dim quiet of the night its profound malevolence stood out clearly in Joey’s mind. It was a door to nowhere- formerly it had led up to the attack, but the entrance had been bricked shut prior to Joey’s family moving into the house. There apparently hadn’t been much of a purpose in having an attic, or some nonsense like that. Joey didn’t believe it. He knew the truth. If only other people could see it!
At night the glow shifted, from a green that was like bioluminescence to a color almost, but not quite, the color of blood. Joey wasn’t sure which frightened him more. This night, like all other nights the glow appeared, he called his mother.
“Joey, what the hel…. What the heck is it?” Her nerves as frazzled as her brown hair, the matriarch of the family stomped in. She was well used to his complaints by now, but some part of her hoped he would experience the normal nightmares a child of eight should have- monsters under the bed, getting lost in a supermarket. The glowing door nonsense was just strange. What could be so threatening about light behind a door? Besides, she had never seen it, despite Joey’s garbled cries that it was right in front of her. It was just the old attic door, a solid brick wall behind it.
“There’s something new, Mom. Please listen to me! Listen to it. I can hear it still. Can’t you?” Blue eyes widening so that it seemed they might pop, Joey leaned forward in silent supplication to what should have been a sympathetic ear, only to find himself shut out, as was usual.
“Look, honey. You have school tomorrow. I have work. Please, please just ignore it and go to sleep.” There was no use pointing that everything was in Joey’s imagination. Ever since his father had passed away… Joey’s mother shook her head, trying to get rid of it all. They had moved into this house, only to discover with the greatest irony that this was the house he had been having the affair in. Oh, he had called it work, he had said it was all so important… But why else would he be in this stately house all day? It was no work place. Never the less, the police had said… Never mind what the police said. The attic was bricked off now. There had been nothing left there, right? But these things were all impossible.
“Just… just go to bed.” She couldn’t even bring up the will to argue anymore. It just wasn’t worth it, in the end.
Joey, for his part, had had enough of these secrets and lies. The moment his mother left the room, clicking off the light and again bathing the room in that horrible green light, he sprung out of bed. All his courage had been gathered the past few nights, manifesting itself in this one moment of time that seemed to stretch forever. A trembling hand stretched towards the door knob as Joey reached to open it, revealing… Well, nothing. There was a brick wall there, after all. But this too Joey had planned for.
With the quiet persistent of a child who had grown up on Bob the Builder, learning tricks of the trade that he never knew would prove useful, Joey removed the chisel from his pocket. He worked quietly, tapping ever so softly at the flaky mortar that bound the bricks together. It had been a hasty job, already crumbling after only a brief time. Joey knew his mother would have taken her sleeping pills by now, probably passed out in front of the TV, black and white shadows flickering across her face, but he still worked quietly, efficiently. The glow increased chip by chip, until it enveloped him, casting the strange green light around the boy.
It was four AM before there was a hole big enough to admit even the smallest of children. It was lucky that Joey had always been rather tiny and meek for his age, for he squeezed through easily. By now, the green light was beginning to fade, and the first birds were stirring sleepily, preparing to sing down the dawn.
The stairs leading upward seemed preternaturally dark. Where was the green light? It was just ahead of Joey, taunting him, drawing him forward, pulling one bare foot after the other until it was gone in a sudden rush, like a switch being flicked off, leaving the child in total darkness. He had come this far, but now nerves paralyzed him. Nerves, and the distant sound of scraping, leaden footsteps moving one after the other.
“He… Hello?” His high, boy voice echoed strangely in the confines of the attic. A small window at the top revealed a graying light, in turn outlining strange, sheet covered objects. Lights and dials shone in the pre-dawn, light strange and inimical. The dragging sounds were closer now, growing closer by the second.
“Is anyone-“. Joey was cut off before he could finish his sentence, a hand of startling alabaster snaking about his waist, pulling him closer in a way that seemed almost sexual in its urgency. Turning, he screamed, but the sound could not reach below the insulation in the attic. His cries were to no avail.
In front of his eyes, Joey’s father stood. No, it was not his father. This creature… It could not be. The sunken eyes, red with madness, the slavering mouth that grew closer and closer, until those lips danced… and those teeth… The pain was sudden and immense, the ripping of the flesh more painful than anything the boy had ever experienced. He only had time to look up and register that it all made sense now, even in his eight year old mind. The strange hours his father had kept coupled with the strange work, the police’s haste and lack of care in boarding up the attic… but whose body had it been? Why didn’t they try and kill the creature his father had become? Why hadn’t they destroyed the lab in the attic that held his work? Why did this creature still work on rote autopilot, turning on the lights in his machines each night?
Thoughts filling his head, Joey descended into darkness.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 10:36 am
Theorosa's Bridge
NOTE: Okay, this is accually a real haunted bridge thats located near Valley Center, Kansas. I currently live in Goddard Kansas and just recently heard about the bridge. Tommarow I leave to go to the colliseum to help get a Paso Fino show ready which i will accually be competeing in. The Colliseum is located in Valley center, so tommarow me and a couple of friends plan on visiting CryBaby Bridge (aka Theorosa's Bridge) and if we find anything or something happens i will post it so you all can hear what happens, or if i can get ahold of a video camera then i will definantly upload it for you!
The Story
There is alot of different stories as to how this bridge became haunted, but all of them involve a Theorosa. The first story involves settlers traveling over the bridge who were attacked by Indians. A baby named Theorosa was taken and her mother still haunts the surounding woods, searching for her baby.
The next story involves a woman named Theorosa who had an illeginament (sp) child and she threw the baby over the bridge and into the creek. Then later threw herself in aswell.
In the third story Theorosa has an afair and bore a child. Her fiance, in a fit of rage throws her baby into the creek and stabs the mother.
The Bridge has been burned down twice and is now built out of concrete. in its current state it has alot of grafiti.
The story behind the bridge isnt the creepy part, its the happenings that come from the hauntings. The people who visit the bridge have experienced the following:
1. Most will hear a crying baby off in the woods.
2. Some will hear a woman crying on the bridge.
3. Calls will randomly stall on the bridge, or if people leave their cars to look for phenomenon then alot of the times their cars wont turn back on.
4. A small number of people have reported being attacked by some unseen force.
5. footsteps are heard
Just like in the case of Bloody Mary, teens will often recite one of the following phrases:
"Theorosa, Theorosa I have your Baby!" (some phenomenon is supposed to occur)
"I am Theorosa!" (enraged spirit tries to push people off the bridge)
When i heard about this story it was on my High schools thursdays news. a group of my peers where trying to find a good story for upcoming halloween. they took a nightvision camera with them to Crybaby bridge and parked their car. Throughout the video you never see much happening except for when they start shouting "Theorosa, theorosa i have your baby!" and once they begun to shout that the camera went out of focus and remained fogged over until they stopped.
I am fascinated by hauntings and that why i would enjoy going there to see what i can find. i have alot of expierience with weird happenings here at my house. both my brother and myself have heard a little girl humming in my basement. We attempt to track the scource and its definantly not comming from any equipment. First off it has a tune so it does not have a flatline note. Second of all it is heard right by our ears almost like shes trying to have us hear her. When my brother left for college he kept some of his old clothes in his closet. One morning i went down there to go through them (btw no one was home, parents already at work) when i heard something run across his hard wood floor. I looked out thinking it was our crazy cat, but she was sleepling on the bed. I heard the running continue towards the stairs, up them to our first floor then running into my parents room. After living so long in this house i know whos usually running around or walking upstairs. The footsteps were way to soft to be an adult so im assuming it was the little girl. Ironicaly all this has happened after a year ago when i went to an abandoned house. The house the day before had burned down for no apparent reason and the investigators still havent found anything. That day i brought home a cool old pot from the early 1900's and an old book. I mustve brought something else home with me.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 11:40 am
Firelight
Adohi shivered, and inched closer to his small fire. The logs popped and sputtered, ringing echoes off the nearby trees and out into the inky blue-black beyond the orange glow. The warmth and light comforted him, and he sighed, letting his mind wander, watching the flames dance before him.
Without us, they seemed to whisper, there would be only night and cold.
Adohi agreed, sleepily. Yes, humans had grown dependent on fire ever since Grandma Spider had given it to them. Food, warmth, and light, the fire gave him. This small world defined by its radiance. Take it away, and the night would close in with brittle cold. He shivered again, though the fire warmed him.
The flames began to die, their logs almost spent and glowing with the hot eyes of embers.
We need you as well.
Adohi added the last of the logs to the fire, which eagerly began to lap at it with yellow tongues.
Yes, the fire needed him, Adohi thought, yawning. Without him, the fire would bank until even the embers grew cold. He needed the fire, and the fire needed him.
Neither could live without the other.
Sleepily, he got to his feet, and looked out over the flames to see if there were any fallen branches to collect. But the light must have blinded him, for it seemed of a sudden that even the tree trunks outside the glow had disappeared. Even the noise of the wind was overtaken by the merry crackle of the fire.
Just the fire and the man.
And the flames danced enticingly, beckoning him to huddle up against the cold. Adohi, eyes heavy from the warmth, sat back down, bowed his head, and slept.
Hours passed, and they flames continued to dance, though the logs had long been burned to embers. The light washed an orange glow onto the man's face, tracing his hair in light and shadow.
Gradually, every vein on his face and hands lit up. A tracing of fine lines slowly consumed him, and pulsed with the quickening beat of the fire. The veins of flame finally reached Adohi's eyes, and he opened them with a silent scream, light pouring from them, as the fire whipped itself into a frenzy in front of him. It stretched tall, and taller into the night, straining, and flickering, until finally, it died.
Adohi fell to the ground with it as the fire left his veins. Embers burned behind his eyelids, as life faded, and the dark night crept in. Slowly, he and the embers began to crumble, falling to ash on the ground.
As dawn peeked over the horizon, the last ember hissed a dry chuckle, and was blown away by the wind.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 12:00 pm
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It was on a Halloween night just like this one… Well okay. It wasn’t. But I felt the need too say that. I remember I used to always watch that Scariest places on earth on TV. And I guess I thought it’d always be cool to experience something. But the thing is… Shows like that real or not neglect to put a huge focus on the demonic spirits that follow you because they attach onto you. I had a friend of mine who was also really into these things… It’s hard to remember; but I feel that this story must get told. People need to know what happened to Joe.
Joe one a really good friend; I wouldn’t say we grew up together. Well he came up with the crazy idea of going to the ‘haunted’ house that was a few towns over. A little boy had burnt alive in it; they had a huge bay window in the upstairs, and he died pressed against it, trying to get out. When you look at the window; because the house was rebuilt you can see this dark imprint. My eye sight isn’t all that great; so it sort of looks like this oddly shaped mark. Joe tells me that it was in the shape the boy burnt in. The family/ people who now live in the house have had it replaced 5 times; and there’s no way it could be shade, because there’s no trees in the front, and they’ve moved the lights around in the room…
Though… It’s been several years now since the family/people that lives there… and I say people because 2 other families have lived there. The place is vacant. People go and look at it; but they usually leave quickly. Joe came up with the great idea of going in and trying to talk to the boy. This simple had to be paranormal and ghost stuff. So he and I went with a few other friends. We didn’t do the ouija board, or a séance nor did we have the sticks or crystal. We just went in and someone had a camera; and we had flash lights.
The house was still in pretty good condition. Though it was creepy because they had no furniture and stuff. Well it was just eerie knowing what we were there for, and I could have sworn that make all hypersensitive about this. You know, seeing thing in the corner of our eyes and ‘hearing things’. We make it into the bay window room… and it felt a lot colder by the window. But what did you expect? It was a window! And it was fall out. We looked around and nothing seem different; but that’s when Joe said he his leg felt heavy. And it was like something was trying to crawl up his leg. When we turned to look at him his pants were getting pulled down, you could see on the leg he was looking at the folds of the fabric. Another friend started to look around, said she heard a wailing sound, and it was coming from where Joe was… At this point; I started to get really uneasy about this. It just had to be him moving his leg or something.. but he was pulling the pants up, and they were they getting bunched on his leg… We decided to leave, and quickly; slamming the door behind us.
As we left I even heard it… The scream of a young boy “Don’t leave me~!” I looked back as he went down the stair, the door flew open. It felt like something freezing went through me, Joe fell down the stairs. He started yelling. I though it was because maybe he broke something but he was screaming about something being on him… it was clawing at him and screaming.. He was trying to get it off him. One of the others grabbed him off the ground and we took off to the outside. Joe was still yelling and we realized that he was bleeding on his chest… When we looked he was all scratched up…
We took him to the hospital and told the doctor and nurse… Everyone was shuffled out of the room and a priest had gone in... We didn’t hear any screaming… or anything like that. But soon his parents arrived. We weren’t told anything for a few days until finally when I went to his house his mother informed me he was admitted to a psychward. When I asked why, she get a disgusted look on her face and told me what the priest said… “a child who’s skin was melting off was pulling at him and screaming about not wanting to be left.” I haven’t talked to Joe for years now. No one has seen Joe back at home. When I talked to his mother a few years later she told me that… He had gone insane from this child. None of the medications or treatments helped…
I got everyone together that had some with us. We went to the local church and we talked to the priest about what happened… He didn’t think we were serious bit he went and looked at Joe after we pleaded. We were later informed that the child from the house his spirit attached to Joe because he was the most susceptible and it tortured him to his mental break… They preformed an exorcism. Joe is still in the mental hospital… But he’s at more easy getting rehabilitated for society again.
And needless to say me and the others went through a cleansing; and we all carry special crosses with us. When there are spirits of the more harmful kind around; we can feel the cross heat up on our chest or wrist or pocket.. where-ever we keep them.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 1:14 pm
I hope it's not too graphic. If it is, I can clean it up a bit. *chews on nails a bit*The Bayberry Hill Mansion
She was shoved in the door, and hit the opposite wall, sliding down the rough stone as she made her way to the floor. The door was slammed closed behind her, and darkness descended again. She couldn’t help but silently sob. She had seen it herself, the horrors that were outside the door. She bore her own marks from them. A long puckered scar now marked her wrist where they had cut into her wrist. She had been tied to the table, and had been awake and screaming as they had done it. The table beside her had another person, their chest crisscrossed with deep festering wounds. Maggots wormed in and out of the wounds, and yellow pus oozed slowly where there were no maggots to clean it. She would have thought that the other was dead, except that several times she had heard moans of pain from the body. It didn’t seem like it could be real. Two days ago, she and her friend had been looking at the Bayberry mansion. There were many stories surrounding the Bayberry mansion. Everyone was told to stay away from it. The legends that surrounded it were known throughout the region. No one from where it was located even thought about entering it. But there is always someone who wants to defy the rules, and see inside the forbidden mansion. She and Anna had been those fools. And they had had every opportunity to turn back as they stood before a large mansion located in the forest at the edge of the town. It had been abandoned for years. Storms and rain had striped the paint off of the wood, and winds had started to rip shingles off of the roof. The porch sagged, and the right section at the side of the house had buckled completely. Normally, a house that had digressed so far in Bayberry would have been demolished, and a new house built. Two adventurous construction workers had tried, and had disappeared. They had never been found again. And that wasn’t the beginning of the stories. They had split up for a moment, with Anna going towards the kitchen, and Wyrsa heading for one of the back bedrooms She had been heading towards an old cracked vanity mirror in the bedroom, when she heard something strange. It sounded like someone walked behind her. The floor creaked ever so slightly in a pattern that made her think of footsteps. She had thought that maybe Anna had decided to come see what she was looking at. Wyrsa set down the flashlight as she made it to the vanity mirror, and rubbed some of the dirt and encrusted dust from the broken surface. And it was then that her world had turned upside down. A pair of glowing red eyes shimmered in the mirror from the back corner of the room. And as she gazed at them in shock, a low growl started to permeate the room. She hoped it was only the mirror, and turned. But the eyes still shown at her. They blinked once or twice as she stared at them, but nothing prepared her for when the beast moved. The large red eyes rose from the floor, and she heard the claws scrape on the wood. As it came into the range of the beam, Wyrsa saw a large cat-like creature, as big as a horse. One ear was ripped in half, and scars deformed it’s face. Ribbed membrane wings furled and unfurled from its back, and she involuntarily took a step backwards, to find her back pressed against the mirror. “What have we here my pet,” crooned a lisped voice from behind her, but she could not turn around. A pair of hands, with skin as black as obsidian, clasped her on the mouth, and drug her into the mirror. She had been here for an eternity for her. There was never a quiet moment. The obsidian creatures had enjoyed their games of torture, and to see what one could live through. They looked human, but pale slitted gold eyes and three rows of teeth had proved that they were nothing of the kind. And there was not an piece of hair on them. They were the masters of the black cat-like creatures. They used them to corner prey, so that the others could bring them down here. Her first moments in this pit of hell (for she could think of no other word to describe it) were her worst. Or she so had thought then. She had watched as an adult male, no older ten 30, was stretched out on one of the tables. One of the obsidian-skinned man-beasts had secured him, though it licked it’s lips the entire time. Finally, when it was sure that the human male could not escape, and was conscious, they let one of the waiting cat beasts approach. The first thing she heard was the man’s scream as the creature bit into him, taking off pieces of flesh with it’s fangs. It took that, bolted it down, and then worked on his now exposed intestine and liver. And for some reason, the man did not die. He continued to scream, until his throat was hoarse, and still he tried, all the while the beast made a feast of him. Her eyes widened with fear, knowing that she would be next. But as the cat-beast worked on it’s meal, she was drug into a waiting side room, and thrown in, with the door barred firmly behind her. And as she waited in the pitch dark of the room, she hoped that Anna had escaped. That she would have heard something, and fled the house. She didn’t have much more time to think though as the room was flooded with light, and she was led to the tables. Their care of her was tender, if torture could ever be called tender. The fifth day she was there, they got tired of lacerating her arms. And as she laid there, a sharp jab of pain made it’s way up her arm, causing her to release a hoarse scream, and she felt the blood flow. Turning her head, she saw what appeared to be a young obsidian creature, It was much smaller then the man-sized creatures she had dealt with. And in it’s mouth, sucking on it like it was a delectable piece of fruit, was her pinky finger. She stared at it in astonishment, not comprehending at first that it was hers. But she watched the blood flowing freely from her hand where the finger had once been, but the pain in her arm dulled any other pain she felt, for it did not hurt. But that marked a different phase for her. Now instead of taking blood, they took parts; feeding themselves on her flesh. A bite here, a toe there, the tip of an ear here. And they only did it when they were sure she was awake to experience every moment of agony they gave her. One had even taken her left eye, removing it from the socket with his teeth and slurping it up like a spaghetti. She had gone unconscious from the pain on that one, and they had disgustedly thrown her back into her cell. When she came to, Wyrsa took what was left of her shirt and held it to her face, hoping to staunch some of the bleeding. She was tired, she was hungry, and she barely had any skin left on her. She was missing parts, and she couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been in pain. She could only guess they expected her to react like others. To be cowed by them, or to die with fright. She didn’t know what came over her on the eighth day of her imprisonment, but when they opened the door to her cell, for a moment, she was shaking in the corner, with a hand to her face. But when that smug-faced creature reached his hand for her, everything went red. She was all teeth and nails. She bit the hand near her, and then went for the main body, inflicting as much damage as she could. And for the first time, she heard one of them scream. It was like nails on a chalk board to her ears, but as long as it felt pain, she kept up what she was doing Until it backed away from the door with her attached. That was when she saw the portal; the thing that had brought her here. It hung like a greasy pool at the side of the cavern. Disengaging from him, she headed for it, dodging other obsidian creatures, and diving for the portal. She landed on the other side, startling the creature that lived there. But she wasn’t going to give it a chance to herd her again. Finding a nailed board at her feet, she struck with all her might at the cats eye; piercing the blood red orb and causing the creature to scream. With it distracted, she headed for the only open door she could find, which led into the joint bathroom between the two bedrooms. As she entered there, she stopped for a moment as she saw the shower, and screamed. Hanging from the shower rod, like a piece of meat, was Anna. She had had skin and flesh carved off like she was a thanksgiving turkey, and her eyes were already missing. A huge hole in her throat reveled her manner of death. But they weren’t going to take them both. Leaving the chaos she had created behind, Wyrsa ran through the rubble to the front of the house, barely making it out the door before the cat creature attacked. The claws had struck her along the side, but she was used to pain, and she leapt off the broken porch, and landed in the gravel that had once served as the driveway. For some reason, the creature did not pursue, but she wouldn’t push her luck. She ran, and behind her, she could hear a dark laugh, and the voice of Anna, screaming over and over again.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 1:25 pm
"The invasion"
The radio was stammering as the last remaining signals seemed to be flickering on and off, after the first epidemic things had gone downhill from there. This small town man had lost his family and his friends because of these creatures and he would not last too long like those whom had fallen before him. He thought back to the summer of two thousand thirty two when all this had happened. At first the government had flooded the city and quarantined it, to just think it was all because of that leak from the nuclear plant down stream in this small Arizona city. The first victims were the workers their skin had split or melted, their brains malfunctioning with the simple thought on their mind "feed" It does not sound too bad at first. Not until you catch the whiff of that rotting odor and then the sharp pains as their rotting teeth ripped into your flesh and to the bones, their saliva infecting you if you were lucky enough to live. The survivors had to wear gas masks now as they hid in secured bunkers and remaining buildings, as the 'zombies' stalked about preying on animals and lately even each other. Johnson learned the best way to stop these creatures was to splatter their brains all over the asphalt, and to get rid of the infected. He was simply thinking back now.
The night he had first listened in and barricaded his house, with a simple nine millimeter and old wood which he was going to build a shed with the week later. He was upstairs washing and about ready to rest, his wife and daughter down in the kitchen, at this point the lights were about to go out and then. The shrilled screams of the innocent as the flesh was torn fiber by fiber, the blood clotting and turning a dark color as the oxygen hit it. there was two of the creatures in his house, he wasted two shots to annihilate them, he had often used the custom nine millimeter with a red dot to gig frogs at midnight so his aim was dead on. He had maybe two clips each holding nine rounds. he stumbled and fell seeing the bodily organs of his loved ones upon the floor of which he had built years before.
He stood up and turned to a corner losing his lunch, he stood about six foot and had short brown hair with green matching eyes. He had a medium build with big arms and was tanned from the work out in the little farm behind his house. The cops came not too long after and had taken him to a secure place where they checked him for infection and ran several tests on him. There was often gunshots outside and mortars exploding as the small quiet unknown town became a war zone, later that night in his cell a guard had rushed and opened it handing him an old beaten AK-47 with a 'barrel' clip. He checked it and knew what they needed, he quickly rushed out after the guard when an explosion was set off. Only leaving a bloody spot on the wall, poor guy. He knocked that out of his head and kept rushing adrenaline pumping harder and harder, as two dog like creatures jumped and tore apart two guys in front of him, their guts sliding across the floor.
He finally made it out and saw the bodies of what was once the towns people, now alive for a second time, he fired a few rounds into the mob and rushed to the Humvee. shooting the door open he quickly climbed inside and busted the panel beneath the steering wheel. Stripping two wires and it crank! He hit the clutch and drove it into reverse quickly, spinning it as he turned on the headlights. Now seeing it was about twelve AM, he floored it and let off the clutch. Spinning as he busted past the fence and through the mob, he was heading for the border of the gate. Then the reactors went off, melting everything and every human in the distance, the story being ended with that of a broken soul and melted remains. The streets looked like they were lined with baked eggs and held a high radiation count which mutated all creatures within the area, well, the ones that survived and was not turned into a big puddle of rotting flesh.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 1:25 pm
The Wrong Kind of Love.... In a world that where myths and legends are real, the moon had just started its so called shift of the night to shine upon those who are considered night owls as well as the night animals. A black figure can be seen rushing through the forest, over rocks and creeks as if he was escaping for his life. A loud high pitch-like scream can be heard around 500 feet away from him. "No no no.. I'll do anything.. please! Please! Have mercy on me." Then without realizing, he had tripped over a small log but ended falling near a white wild rose bush. The man's eyes would only widen in horror when another black figure jumped on him with its teeth glinting in the moonlight. Blood would quickly cover the white roses, thus making them more like blood red roses. One last scream escaped from the dying man's mouth.... then complete silence.
Several weeks would pass since the attack happened in a town that we will call Mistel. Several people in the town would gossip and spread rumors about the said man that is missing. No one knew but one girl.... no make that a woman. She was seen walking down the main road of the small town. She knew all about what was in the forest. She tried to tell everyone that it was a vampire. You see, she is obsessed about vampires. She grew up constantly researching all there is to know about them. Good ones.. bad ones.... even savage ones.....
The woman's name seem to appear in all of the newspapers and gossip vines. She is called Rayne Erias. Rayne began to walk all over town to try to find more about her beloved vampires. She gasped when she had saw a new man that was not considered one of the townpeople at all. She hurried to towards him, wanting to speak to him. But like a mirage, he quickly disappeared. ".... Was.. was it him.. was he the man in my dreams.. and nightmares?" She shuddered and gets the case of the shivers up and down her spine just thinking about it. Then a scream is heard from the heart of the forest right at the edge of town. The townpeople frozed with fear right at their very spot almost like a deer caught on headlights of a car or truck. A eerie silence then filled the air like a fog or smoke. Rayne suddenly ran towards the forest, being alert but not for fear but for excitement. "... Vamps!" She said in a hushed whispered. Soon all of the townpeople watched her with a regret and fear on the tips of their tongue. "No Rayne!" One of the yelled out. "It's dangerous!" Another one yelled out. But no words would reach her ears for she was deaf.
She narrowed her eyes when she got the enterance of the forest. She lets out a small hiss almost like a cat. She seemed to be calling out to the forest for someone. The air was thick with the scent of blood everywhere. She knew it was a savage vampire that called this forest home. She let the wind carry her scent. "Come on out, vampire.." She said softly. A fierce hiss and growl could be heard all around her. "...well well.. What do we have here? A young girl... Looking for trouble, little girl?" was the words upon the wind. She knew not to move but her gaze would move to various spots where something had moved. No animal made itself known due to the so called predator of the voice. Rayne gently replied, "I came to tell you that you need to stop hunting for humans.. It is not the way! I know we are overpopulating the planet.. but still... You shouldn't do that!" She scowled. Her hairs on the back of her began to stand up. That is when she knew... He was right behind her under a cloud of darkness. "..Don't even.." Her words broke off as her fear began to take over.. "th.. think about it." She had forgotten how to be brave for a single moment. "... I.. I love vampires..."
She then heard the wind rushing just not far from her, hearing another growl. She narrowed her eyes as she tried to focus her eyes in the darkness of the forest. She hadn't realized that the day had already ended. ".....A... another vamp.." The aura that was within the second vampire she felt was a good one. Growls could be heard. Then the clashes of claws could be heard. "You know she's the one!" The another one said. "No.. No! She cannot be touched.." She only merely whimpered once her fear took over. The fear then filled the forest even more causing the said the savage vampire's rage to grow. Rayne didn't know what to do. She thought her courage would help her out of this one like it did so many times before. Her knees then gave out on her once her bravado disappeared just as quickly it had appeared when she ran to the forest.
Once her eyes adjusted to the dark, she gasped recognizing the vampire that attacked the savage one. It was her beloved boyfriend who too have a love for vampires himself. ".... No..... It couldn't be.. Jace?!" The vampire perked up for a moment but he had let down his guard at the wrong time. That is when the savage vampire took its chance and attacked, tackling him down. "JACE!!" She whimpers, not being able to move thanks to her fear. Jace looks to her and says "Run!!! Run Rayne! I'll.. " He winced at the bite from the savage vampire. Rayne nodded as she whimpers, having to actually read his lips.
Rayne lets out a whimper with fear laced inside it before scrambling to her feet as soon she could move her legs. But without realizing, she was running deeper and deeper into the forest. What she didn't know was that there were more of the savage vampires. She never knew the names of them but she didn't want to know any way. Branches and thorns scratched at her arms and legs, thus making them bleed. Once again the blood scent began to thicken in the air but this time it was her own blood scent....
Rayne soon found a hollow tree and hides in it. "... No.. It.. it couldn't be him.. Jace.. Jace isnt a vampire... Could he?" She whimpered slightly as she listens to the growling and snarls of the fighting. Her wounds were still bleeding. The forest then went silent, making her more nervous than scared really. "... Jace?... Jace? Are you alright?" She said towards the forest, unknowingly if he was still alive or not. Then a figure appeared out onto the path near the hallow tree. She couldn't tell if it was Jace or not. She squinted to try to make out who it is. "Jace?" She said in a hoarse whisper. The figure only merely grinned at her. "...Aye.. It is me, my little lady." Oh, it was him alright.. but with a different look. It seems that his face had its vampiric look. A look that she never had seen before... Rayne whimpered and moved back deeper inside the hallowed tree. "... Jace.. no.. Please.. I love you!" Jace shakes his head, trying not to smell her blood. ".. Rayne..... I.. I am not the man you love anymore.." His human self was trying to warn her. Suddenly he growls towards her, moving closer with each passing moment.
The tension would rise more and more into the air. Rayne whimpers, not wanting to die this way. "..Jace.. please.." Jace's eyes were black.. black as the darkness of the night. She didn't like that as she never knew vampires could be in a rage like this. "Jace.." She said in a small voice. "Please.. no... Your love.. please your love for me.. Think about it! You promised you would never hurt me!!!!" Jace shook his head as if those thoughts was fighting to force him to remember.
Jace looks at her with one lovingly gaze and whimpers, not able to hold back the vampire within him. The love for blood is too strong for him to resist it. Rayne had never seen the animalistic side of him. She felt her fear rise more and more as she couldn't do anything to calm it down. "Jace.." Jace moved ever so closer, with his teeth dripping with saliva as his hunger was slowly winning over. Rayne's eyes widen more and more with fear. ".. Jace.." She whimpers, looking for a way out. She lets out a yelp when she felt his claws scratching at her legs. That is when he had became a savage vampire. "Jace.. You promised! You promised you wouldn't become a savage vampire! You promised!" Then tears appears rolling down her cheeks. Jace sees the tears and lets out a whimper before a growl. "No.. I.. I can't do this.. I can't.." It was like he was fighting his human self against his vampire self.
Just right when she thought she had won.. Jace suddenly pounced on her growling like a huge wolf. A blood-curling scream escaped from her lips as he bit down on her neck. "JACE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Blood then splattered all over the wall as Jace never realized just what he had done til it was too late. Jace's face was covered in his love's blood.. When he had realized what he had done, he fell to his knees and whimpers. "No.. No... NO!!!!!!!!!!!" Tears had appeared down his cheeks, regretting what he had became...Not ever realizing that his love for her was that strong.. but ever so wrong.. A human.. and a vampire.. should had never been together in the first place.
A white rose with a splash of her blood had been placed in the opening of the hollow tree.... showing the true fact that it was really the wrong kind of love to have. Jace was never seen or heard inside the town of Mistel and the townpeople never knew just what happened to Rayne since her body was never found.......At least her spirit is.
Now a white rose with red spots would appear in various place of town thus letting the people know that she is still there, waiting for her love to come back.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 1:42 pm
Jack O lantern Mike was setting on a small Bar out in the woods. He was new to the town. As he was drinking his Beer and watching the game him.He was out here to Do some hunting. It was midday and he just wanted to watch the game before heading out to hunt. He heard some old timers talking. What they were saying in trapped There is a story that was told about a evil man who Lived in the forest by the lake. Beat his wife and children. One day the Devil came and drug Jack off to hell While down there Jack saw a apple tree. He turned to the Devil. He wanted a apple. So he helped boost the Devil into the tree. Once he was up there Jack Drew a cross in the bark and the Devil was unable to come down. Jack smirked and said to the devil. "If you promise to never come after me again I will remove the cross." The Devil agreed and Jack scratched the Sign out of the tree. The Devil upset walked off and Jack went back to earth. When Jack finally died of old age He was scent to Heaven were The denied him at the instant he arrived and was sent to hell. The devil scent him away. Jack was not welcome anywhere. Jack looked to the Devil. "Well can I at least have a lantern to see my way back in the dark. The Devil threw Jack a ball of fie, and Jack made his Way back to Earth. Its said now he Uses the Lantern To lure people that wonder in the forest to their Death. Mike gulped at this. He was heading into the woods to Hunt. He settled himself and sighed. That was just a story... Wasn't it? He finally convinced it was just a story to keep people from hunting their deer. After the game it was time to go. Mike got up and headed out. He got into his truck and headed down the path into the woods. He parked and got out. The sun was still up and a good time to hunt.
Once the sun started to settle he figured to just settle down for the night. He settled himself next to a hallowed out log. He stared up at the stars going over the story. In the corner of his eye he saw a blinking light in the distance. He figured it was another hunter and jokingly called. "Oh Jack is that you Here to Guide me." He laughed.
From the Light he heard a voice. It was a hauntingly voice and deep. "Jack! Jack Jack." Mike lifted from his Log and looked to the light. From Nowhere he heard the voice again. "Jack! Jack Jack.
By now Mike was scared He Looked around Some more. He finally spoke. His voice was shaky. "Whoever That is... This ain't funny." He looked around more. His heart went from a Bump. bump bump. To a rapped beat.
Again the Voice rang out over the forest now closer. "Jack! Jack jack." The Light that flashed seem to grow closer and closer and closer. Then It rang again "Jack! Jack Jack." At that Moment a Skeleton stood over Mike. Its Yellow pearsing eyes looked down at Mike. The Light in his Eyes lit up all his bones as it slashed at mike.
Mike Screamed and struggled to git away. He slid away from the Ghastly Creature and ran. The forest was dark and the Trees seemed to grab at his clothing ripping and taring at then and his skin. The roots seemed to lift as if trying to trip Mike. The forest Grew darker and darker. The only thing left was the glow of the yellow eyes at his back. The voice rang out again "Jack! Jack jack."
Then all of a sudden Mike could not Breath. What was wrong. He then realized he fell into the lake. Mike fought and struggled to git out and stand, But it seemed something was pulling him down and down. The more he struggled the more tiered he got. He was able to come up enough to grab a breath. Again the pull and the yellow eyes looked at him from above. He struggled agents the water. But down he went. Tell the eyes seemed to fade.
His eyes were starting to close as he felt his Life drain then... It was there the Skeleton its Eyes looking at mike It reached for him as if to steal his life.Mike screamed and let go of his breath fully. As he drowned His last sight was the Skeleton Say "Jack! Jack Jack."
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 2:38 pm
[note: This is based on a newspaper article I read a while ago about penguins mysteriously appearing in Brazil, half of which died, the rest of which were so ill and overexhausted from their journey that human families took them in as foster "pets" until they were healthy enough to be released.]
Nightmare
Blood red red red everywhere get out get out get away stop water find air ice snow familiar safe.
A small shape trembled, curled up on the ice, its beak clacking softly. It was another close call for the penguin; he was the only one of the small fishing party that managed to escape this time. It was getting more and more dangerous to go out and try to feed around this area. That figure – No. He wasn’t going to think about that. Just move on, find the flock. You’re fine, he told himself. So just like that, the nightmare was erased. There was nothing wrong here, and he could rejoin the rest of his kin.
Thus the penguin hopped up and waddled away from the water’s edge toward the convulsing black swarm ahead. With a twitch of his tailfeathers, he glanced back at the dark ocean with a slight twinge of fear, but he continued on. Nearby was his friend, who called to him with a rasping squawk. The other bird clacked its beak with welcome and relief, calling his name, “Skaat!” Glad to see you made it back, he seemed to say. Did you get a good catch today? He looked over at the other penguins, some of whom were already feeding their aging chicks. Many had already lost the soft downy feathering and were growing tall and sleek. Skaat’s son was among them, huddling with his mother against the chill. He would be hungry by now. Supposedly there was another attack. Did you see anything?
Skaat blinked blankly at the question, turning to face his friend once more. What attack?
The other bird seemed to understand and nodded solemnly, but there was a dark glint in his eye that Skaat couldn’t quite read. They parted ways once more, and soon found themselves with their mates, crooning over their chicks.
Skaat knew perfectly well what his friend had been talking about before. After all, it’s impossible to truly forget something; the more you try to forget, the more you remember. It was a dark memory, and dangerous to think about. No one talks about that sort of thing; only social outcasts dare speak of it. Outcasts are the ones who die in the end, frozen in the ice or facing a fate far mysterious and unspeakable. But Skaat’s friend was too popular, too kind, and too well-known to face that destiny. It is beneath the ice where the depths of the oceans are, after all.
But the cries of his child brought the penguin’s thoughts back to now, and he promptly slid the fish off his tongue and into the belly of the chick. There are more important things to think about right now.
But minutes later, there was a particularly loud shrieking, piercing through the noise of the rest of the flock. The ugency and power flowing through the throat of this bird caught the attention of all, despite the animal instinct to tend to the chicks. Every slender beak was raised to the sky as the black-hooded birds looked around for the source of this disturbance. The raucous squawking continued on as the others fell silent, focusing on the monochrome figure raised above the flock on a drift of snow curving over the valley of ice. It wasn’t until he was greeted by absolute silence that he ceased his screeching.
Speak of the Seal, Skaat sighed when he recognized the other penguin. It was his friend from before. What does he possibly have to say? he thought nervously, pulling his chick closer to him.
The bird on the crest looked out across the group, his head slowly turning side to side. Then, his commanding squawk reached out to his fellow birds, What is the problem here? Why are we so ignorant of our own lives? He slapped the ground with his foot, emphasizing the rage behind his eyes. He wasn’t going to just let everyone ignore what was happening. Why isn’t anyone taking action? None of you realize your peril. His voice grew dark and husky, trying to persuade them. It’s always “Mind your own business, and you’ll survive.” But it isn’t that simple! He smacked the snow again, sending some of it sliding down the curve. His flippers were waving madly at the crowd below him, who were murmuring with a hushed panic. Don’t you see what’s happening around you?
He was greeted by a loud yell from the midst of the flock, annoyed and contradictory of the revolutionary. We survive don’t we? The ice may claim us; the leopard seal may snare us with his wicked jaws; still we live on. That’s life!
Aren’t you sick of it? We always fear whenever we must go out to feed, because there are those who feed upon us. He was not going to loose this debate. He came to show them that there was something far worse out there, something that they couldn’t escape. Taking a deep breath, he continued, Have you not noticed the other? Have your comrades not fallen to the jaws of –
Do not dare speak the name! It was Skaat who broke in this time. His shrieking call was loud with anger, aghast at the thought that his friend would dare go as far as he was going now. We are penguins; we have always survived. This is no such different a time. The bird’s black eyes were blazing as he reproached his friend as if he were an ignorant chick. Sure, Skaat would admit that his friend was indeed very daring, but this was too much. There was no reason to start an upheaval; they were just fine the way they were.
However, there seemed to be a surprising number in the crowd who agreed with the revolutionary. Skaat himself was shot down by a few smart remarks from those who had lost family to their fears. While a few voices cried out in disgust, there was an equal amount of approving squawks. As the penguin on the hill continued to rile the flock, the sound of cheering seemed to gradually take precedence as the others saw the reason in his statements. The shouting match continued on until, as the cheering won over, the revolutionary slid down the crest with a grin of victory and fled into the flock, disappearing into the crowd.
Eventually the furor died down and the birds continued on with their lives, but there was a tense energy amongst the penguins. As the days progressed, rumors began to spread of a major event. It was by no means uncommon for them to make a voyage to the Cape every so often, but now there were tales of those planning to go further. The danger was everywhere; not even their precious South American territory was safe from attack from the dark beast haunting both their nightmares and the frozen night-black waters.
After that fated day by the hill, it didn’t take long for alliances to form among the penguins, and serious planning took place in secret, with scouting parties going out to explore possible safe havens. Of these scouts, over a third disappeared. This riled the alliances even more to escape their frozen Antarctic home. More and more rallied to their cause, though few were willing to join them in the scouting.
Ultimately, Skaat himself was persuaded to join their cause when his beloved chick was claimed by that unmentionable entity in the depths. The radical who started the whole ordeal had been his best friend, after all, and he couldn’t help but side with him. He didn’t want to think of the fate of his child, who hadn’t even fully reached maturity yet. But now he found that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. I can’t get revenge, he would tell himself. All there is to do now is to escape that fate that stole my beloved. He would be leaving his mate behind if he went to scout because she still sided with their current life, and they were breaking each other’s hearts. He still felt powerful ties to his home, and it hurt him to leave it behind, but his mind was finally telling him to move on. It will all be over if we stay here.
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Gather! The clacking beak rhymed with the revolutionary’s shrieking as he rallied his followers for their final journey. His eyes pulled them in, giving them strength for the crossing ahead. There had been a fresh supply of fish to strengthen them, and they had finally decided to begin their epic. The waters had been ominously calm that day, so they were able to feast until they were refreshed. It was as if the ocean was enticing them, urging them to proceed, and pulling them with even more dark seduction than their leader’s eyes.
All of the troupe had already said their farewells, and they gathered at the edge of the ice, with Skaat right up in front with his old friend. Oddly enough, they were right where Skaat had had his previous encounter with the terror that was causing their flight. He quickly put that thought from his mind, and waited during that tense moment before someone dared to test the waters. Rightly enough, the revolutionary dove in headfirst, and by an unspoken command, the rest promptly followed.
That was when the ocean opened up and granted its malevolent gift.
Crash water dark faster faster energy go go go ignore continue. There was a sudden flurry of excitement beneath the waves. It was dark, and none of them could really see, but they could sense the giant mass beneath and around them. Huge fear dark swift blood blood blood-red waters swirling. One by one the troupe shrank. Minutes felt like hours which felt like days, until the weeks passed them. There was non-stop blood, nor sudden screaming beneath the waves. Those eyes red red eyes jaws fear escape. It seemed to go on forever, and there wasn’t a single penguin that didn’t receive some kind of agony.
Now they swam out of fear, terrified that stopping meant absolute death. They had passed their South American checkpoint long ago, not daring to stop. There was no break, and exhaustion was taking over. Still, they dared not cease their flight beneath the waves, only catching a fish on the fly if they chanced across one.
What light warmth blood? sky reaching almost there just get out get away away. Suddenly the attacks stopped. It was intensely hot, and they now took refuge on the land they had been swimming beside. The penguins had swum to the Equator, where it was at last too warm for their pursuer. Flailing onto the rocky terrain, Skaat joined the others who managed to survive their voyage. It was so unfamiliar here in this new place. He was horribly exhausted, and fell to his belly before he made it off the beach. His weary mind took in all around him, and he saw many others. A surprising number had made it all the way to this new safe haven, despite the number lost along the way. However, it seemed like many were dead upon the shore, their exhaustion and starvation stealing them from seeing a new hope. A few managed to stumble along, and the strongest of them still wandered around, exploring.
Then Skaat saw his friend, his almost-brother who had brought them here in the first place. He was among the strong, and had waddled over to Skaat’s worn body. He clacked his beak gently, and they exchanged a silent and solemn recognition. My old friend, I won’t be able to make it this time. Skaat’s breathing grew ragged as he breathed these soft cries, and his flippers feebly reached up to the leader’s face, who replied helplessly, You can’t say that.
I just did, Skaat retorted with a sick humor. I stood by your side, but I’m going to die here. The penguin closed his eyes, waiting for the embrace of death.
Don’t say that! the other said, his voice thick with sadness. You’ve made it this far! You did what you were meant to do. We found this new home! I promise you’ll be safe here. Please, please, live with me, he pleaded, but it was in vain.
Goodbye, my leader, Skaat said finally, opening his eyes one last time. There was a rush of terror as long, huge, unfamiliar figures appeared behind the other penguin. He saw his friend grabbed by their ugly, alien appendages, and listened as his shrieks of fear echoed off the rocks. You were wrong, he thought his final thoughts. This is nothing more than just another nightmare.
As the life faded from his eyes, he could still hear the shrieks.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 2:40 pm
lol, I like my things a bit eclectic >;}
It's not exactly Halloween-themed, but I do hope that it still works, ja?
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:08 pm
(This is a true story about one of the first with hunts in America, it happened to take place in my town)
It was 1871 in the rural town of Groton and wicked things were about involving a young girl by the name of Elizabeth Knap. This is the story of her torment, caused by hysteria as it is seen now, but back in those days it was a sign of witchcraft. It was October 30 when the townspeople first noticed her peculiar behavior….
The girl let out a loud shriek; upon which many eyes cast their gazes her way. “Elizabeth are you alright?” a young man by the name of Samuel Willard inquired, a frown on his face and his eyebrows furrowed.
As a response the girl nodded “its nothing” she grinned, only moments before she burst into raucous laughter. The people nearby watched her as the scene repeated several more times, always the same answer if anyone asked if something was wrong.
That night Elizabeth went home and sitting in her usual place beside the fire she lost it. “ Oh my legs!” she cried out grabbing them, she soon moved them, crying out about other places being afflicted, before… “Oh I am strangled!” she said before grabbing her neck, her family watched dismayed and left her figuring the fit would end shortly seeing as how they had no idea of what else to make of it.
The next day she was found weeping, huddled in a ball as she yelled out obscenities and things while she gestured wildly. Though shortly after regaining her composure she went into the damp dank cellar only to let out yet another shriek. There were two people in the basement with her! She had travelled down their alone but yet there were other people in the basement! Her scream brought down several of her family members who looked around worriedly searching for the figures.
“what cheere old man?” she asked, turning to her companions in the cellar, to which she received many strange looks.
Over the next couple of weeks she steadily grew worse, frightening the local peoples with her sudden fits and violence. Many a time she had tried to throw herself in the fire or kill herself in some other manner, and one day while she was laying in bed with her family she was suddenly thrown to the floor.
The people didn’t know what to make of her strange behavior, and she accused one of her neighbors of sending their spirit out to torment her. The woman accused came to visit and was just as frightened by the girls antics as the others, when she arrived the girls eyes had been closed yet the girl squirmed and cried out in pain as she moved closer.
And so her fits steadily progressed become worse, especially upon the Sabbath day, before she finally admitted to having met the devil and been asked to sign his book in blood. He had offered her riches, silk, anything she could possibly desire but she refused and this was the cause of her torment. In fact it seemed the devil had also decided to accompany her on walks during the night and she refused him still yet.
One day Elizabeth was doing her maid duties with one of her fellows, when she cast her gaze up at the window, and there peering in the window was a man with a white neck cloth watching them. It was the devil, come to try and lure her away, she claimed before admitting to taking occasional walks with him while he was in the form of a great black dog with eyes on its back.
At times she would speak in a horrible voice, but yet her mouth would not move, and demonic words came from her throat. Some days she barked like a dog, other days she bleated like a goat. The people thought her insane as they watched her yelling and odd actions. She claimed, when her wits were about her that the devil possessed her. She continued that way in her home on the west side of main street, suffering of some unknown affliction... until the witch who was tormenting her finally had their life brought to its end.
to this day people still avoid shy away from the houses on the west side of main street, for they say the witches curse is cast upon there. Many a time specters have been seen and many tragedies have happened there.....
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:42 pm
Edited Out (Since I already won a a game XD)
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