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 Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:09 pm
-nervously posts-
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hellhound on my trail blues - pick-up session with variations on desire
(doesn't matter what you want)
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Some men, they want money. Some want fame. Some just want that pretty little girl who won’t give ‘em the time of day.
Doesn’t matter what you want, y’see. Long as you get it the easy way (chicken bones and herb sachets, a picture of yourself and a piece of gristle, midnight at the crossroads and the devil’s gonna take your soul), they’ll come for you in the end, sure enough.
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This is how it begins, and this is how it ends: you, alone.
Now, it starts with you burying that little box full of dark things in the dirt at the center of the crossroad.
It’s not that you are into this ritual stuff anyway, it’s just…well, she’s been in the hospital pretty much nonstop for the past three years, and you’ve seen all her hair go, and you’ve seen all her muscle go, and now you’ve seen all her life go. She’s got a few days left at most, and she’s all you’ve ever had (your only sister) and you can’t let this be the end. You’ve prayed and you’ve prayed, but it doesn’t seem like anybody’s listening.
So you’ve decided to try the other side.
And, to your shock, you suddenly find you’re not alone. There’s a lanky-looking man with a pretty mouth standing behind you, and he’s smiling. There’s something hot and sweet about him with an acrid undertone, like a pan of sugar just starting to burn.
What can I do for you, sweetheart? he asks, the words stretching that mouth like they aren’t supposed to fit there.
And you tell him. You tell him about the tests and the chemo and long, long nights without hope. About the wasted frame of a woman that used to be your sister. About how you’d do anything to have her back.
Oh, don’t you be so frightened, sweetheart, he says. I’ve got a good deal for you.
He offers you this: your sister, alive and healthy like she used to be. And, on top of that, he’ll give you ten years on this mortal earth—ten years to enjoy your sister again, ten years to do whatever you want. You can’t believe your luck. You thought…well, you don’t know what you thought. But it certainly didn’t include this much generosity.
We have a deal then? he smiles, and when you nod, he latches his fingers behind your jaw and kisses you deep. It’s uncomfortably hot, and your lips feel like they’re scalding. He slides his tongue into your mouth, licking past your teeth and leaving behind a burnt taste that no amount of mouthwash will ever cleanse—a ten-years’ reminder of your choice.
Better than a handshake, don’t you think, sweetheart? he whispers when he pulls away. At this range, you see something in his eyes, a howling madness of pain and fear that puts lead in your belly. It’s too late now, though. He doesn’t break contracts.
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You get back to the hospital and your mother is crying. Your sister is sitting up in bed, explaining to a nurse that she feels fine, absolutely fine, and she doesn’t much know how to explain it.
Your father is calling all your relatives, and you hear the word again and again: miracle.
You can’t tell them it’s not. You just can’t.
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The years tick by, but you feel trapped in amber. Life is nothing but a series of moments, viewed through the hazy filter of eight years left, five years left, two years left.
Your sister gets married, and you stand up at the altar with her and the lucky groom. She cries and kisses your cheek and you tell her you love her.
Your sister’s in the hospital again, but this time it’s because you have a new nephew and not because she’s dying.
Your sister celebrates her thirtieth birthday with all her friends and you. At the toast, she starts to cry a little as she explains that she never thought she’d make it here. You clap with everyone else, but you feel a little too warm.
As for you? You stay in the same job, you live in the same apartment. You never date more than casually. You know how much time you have left, and it makes everything seem pointless.
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When the howling first starts, you think the neighbors got a new dog. Then those chilling snarls start following you everywhere you go: in the elevator, in the car, to the filing cabinet.
After a day or two, you realize they’re getting closer.
It doesn’t take long for you to feel the wet and putrid heat of breath against your calves, to her the clicking of long, cruel claws against the linoleum every time you move across the kitchen. Every time you look, though, there’s nothing there.
One week left, your mind whispers, and now you’re afraid.
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At two hours left, you’ve barricaded yourself in the bathroom, listening to the shrieking howls of the hellhounds on the other side. They’ve been growing more corporeal, and now you can see them. You can see the slavering maws, the wet and hungry mouths that seem to want nothing more than to close around your throat. You can see the dozens of yellow-crusted red eyes peeking through dark and matted fur. You can see the thick, dark claws lining every paw.
You fumble with the telephone, trying to hear over the din. You call your sister, who sounds distracted—your nephew, now in preschool, is running her ragged. She starts to sound concerned, though, when you sobbingly tell her you love her, you’ve always loved her, and she knows that, right?
“Where are you?” her voice crackles over the line, panic becoming dominant. “Where are you? I’m coming over. Please, please don’t do anything stupid. Please, wait for me.”
But she lives twenty minutes away, and your watch tells you ten minutes left.
At two minutes left, the hellhounds claw through the door. At one minute left, they’re clawing through you. You can feel them flaying you alive, your skin giving way in red ribbons before fang and talon. You scream and beat at them with the phone, with the toothbrush caddy, with anything you can reach. Still they shred you, until the bathroom floor is slick with your own blood.
Then there’s no time left, and one clamps his jaws over your face and pulls you down.
And down.
And down.
There is not a torture like this that can be described. There are not words to describe the sensation of your skin burning and flaking off and regrowing just to do it again. There are not words to describe the feeling of your essential self being ripped asunder again and again and again.
And that lanky man finds you in your own personal pit, and you watch the pain and hate bubble and roil under his own skin.
Please, you manage, though you have no tongue here, please don’t let her find my body. Not her.
Oh, sweetheart, he says, the words dribbling out like tar, I don’t think you’re in any position to be asking favors.
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Some men, they want money. Some want fame. Some just want that pretty little girl who won’t give ‘em the time of day.
All you wanted was your sister.
Doesn’t matter what you want. You get it the easy way, like you got your sister’s life back, and there’s always hell to pay.
That was how it began, and this is how it'll forever be: you, alone.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:15 pm
Bloody Mary We all know the game of Bloody Mary. At sleepovers, Halloween parties, and Friday the 13th scary movie marathons, it is played by the young who know only too well what is meant to happen. There are, of course, variations. You're meant to chant the name "Mary, Bloody Mary" three times in a bathroom--alone, or with friends, with open eyes staring into the mirror, or with them closed while you spin in a circle. The end event is usually caused by someone in the room, if you're with friends, though the likely-hood of anything paranormal occuring in such a space is unlikely.I myself have tried three times, all with very different consequences.
Testing, testing--is anyone in there?
When I was young, I went to a slumber party--there were five girls, but only Hannah and I were brave enough to go into the bathroom that night. And of course, only at the urging of the others.
Hannah stood at the door, her arms crossed, as she waited for me. I bit my lip, looking down at my feet, until Becca pushed me.
"Go, Adrianna! You said you would do it, so do it."
I looked up at her, glaring, ready to hit her. "If you're so brave, then you go. I don't feel like getting killed by a ghost."
Kenzie stood behind Becca, her arms wrapped around Nickii. She looked like she was ready to start bawling, and she wasn't even the one going in. There was no way either of them would go in my stead.
"Fine," Becca said, flouncing past me, "but don't expect us to say anything good about you at school."
Her words set me off, and I grabbed her arm, restraining her. "I'll go." I looked back from the door to see a huge grin on Becca's face--she never would have gone. She just attached the bait--and I took it like a stupid dead fish.
Hannah half smiled at me at the door frame, and I took her outstretched hand. Inside the closed bathroom, I let out a huge breath, and she looked at me strangely. "I'm ready. I am." I told her.
She nodded and reached past me to turn off the light.
Together, we slowly turned in a circle to match our chants.
"Mary, Bloody Mary. Mary, Bloody Mary."
Despite the fact that I'd agreed to do this, I was also very afraid. Halfway through our third chant, I opened my eyes, as if to make sure we were still alone. As I circled, facing the mirror, I saw two glowing red spheres, and then they were gone.
I shut my eyes tight, and a shriek escaped from my mouth. The other girls were opened the door in an instant, demanding to know who screamed, and what exactly we saw.
"I didn't see anything," Hannah told them, looking at me with a bored expression. "Adrianna just freaked out. She didn't even say it a third time."
I wiped at the tears streaking my face, tried to find my voice. "There was something in the mirror. I don't care that I didn't say it three whole times, there was something in the mirror!"
Over the next half hour I was interrogated, as was Hannah. Eventually, Becca announced that I was making it up. Nickii and Kenzie claimed to believe me, but I could see even Nickii looked doubtful.
Eventually, Hannah's mom came in, and shut down our party for the night. I stayed up until everyone else was asleep, before I crept to the bathroom. I went straight for the light, then got up onto the counter to examine the mirror. I could see nothing in it, or in the reflection that would explain what I saw. And there was no way I'd been so hyped up that I'd just been seeing things... right?
Come out, come out, if in the mirror you aaaare
When I was thirteen or so I went to another sleepover--a birthday sleepover. Cassie was turning another year older, which meant I got to hang out with her, her sister Stephanie, and of course two devil girls I didn't like much at all. Fortunately, they didn't really seem interested in the party, so when we decided to watch scary movies, they went to use the phone and do their makeup.
Eventually, I suggested we do Bloody Mary--I hadn't done it since the first time and wanted very badly to know if I'd just been seeing things when I was younger. "Bloody Mary? What's that?" Stephanie asked me, looking back and forth between me and her older sister.
"Have you heard of it Cassie?" I asked, and she just grinned at me. Clearly, she'd tried it before too.
"Yes. We should so totally do it!" she cried, jumping up from the floor. "Do what?" Stephanie asked still looking at me.
"Bloody Mary is a game you do at night, preferably at midnight. You're supposed to say 'Mary, Bloody Mary' three times--and turn in a circle three times while you say it. At the end, you're supposed to see her spirit or something."
Stephanie looked at me with wide eyes, then up at her sister.
"When we do it," Cassie began, looking down at me, "We don't say it three times, we just say it over and over until something happens."
"What's happened when you've done it?" I asked her curiously.
"I've done it a lot--usually nothing happens, but once I thought I saw her face in the mirror."
I just nodded, and got up off the floor, and Steph joined us.
Cassie led the way to the bathroom, and we shut the door. I took a good look around to make sure I couldn't be imagining seeing something I wasn't during the charade.
I turned out the light and we began Cassie's version.
"Mary, Bloody Mary. Mary, Bloody Mary. Mary, Bloody Mary..." We only got through the chant three times before there was a crash and a piercing scream. It wasn't mine this time, but I was closest to the door, so I yanked it open and we all ran out.
It only took me a moment or two to regain my bearings. I went for the door and pushed it back open, turning the light on. I was shocked. The room was in shambles. The curtain rod had smashed down, everything had fallen of the counters, the shower shelves, even the metal towel rods had somehow fallen out of their sockets.
Cassie poked her head in behind me, and I just looked at her, then back out to where Stephanie was. "Did one of you guys do this?"
Stephanie shook her head, but Cassie barked a laugh. "How could we have done all that in the span of 5 seconds--while we were all holding hands?"
I looked back inside, my eyes flitting around the room, unsure of what had just happened. "I wish I knew."
Possession of a human is against the law, you know.
At 18, you would think I would know better, right? Haha. Wrong.
Last night there was a Halloween Party in my town--a friend was hosting it, though she seemed to have disappeared with her next-door neighbor in not much time at all. As I wound through the guests with my drink hoisted above my head, swaying to the music, I felt a hand on my waist and a rough laugh in my ear.
"Hey, babe, why don't we go upstairs?"
It took much less than that for my temper to get set off--this guy was unlucky. I immediately turned around and dumped my drink on his head, then punched him in the gut. While he was doubled over, I leaned over, and whispered in his ear.
"You don't look up for it. You never did."
With that, I turned around, and went upstairs alone, heading for Angela's room. Inside, I shut the door, and collapsed back on the bed, feeling the vibrations from below my feet. I couldn't shake the agitated feeling, and eventually rose off the bed to pace it off. The door to the bathroom caught my eye, and a smile emerged on my face. Why not do Bloody Mary? It had been fun when I was younger. And nothing bad ever happened.
I ran to the door, feeling giddy at the prospect. I pushed on the door until I heard the tiny click in the dark. I decided to try it a new way--no circling, no eyes closed. Just me looking into the mirror.
"Mary, Bloody Mary, Mary, Bloody Mary, Mary, Bloody Mary."
It hit me so hard it made me gasp, full of new understanding and new wants. Was I still me when I was like this? It was out of my power, yet in my control, and somehow all at the same time. I acted quickly. I went downstairs quickly, knowing that a few guests must have still remained, as I heard their roaring and laughter over the music. I swung my hips a bit as I walked, humming to the music, to myself, happy with life's new prospects.
I reached the kitchen, pleased to find that it was vacant, the ten or so people still left at this late hour all dancing to the beat in the living room or trying to find privacy in the closets.
I chose my knife carefully, wanting to make sure no one in the duplex would live this night. As I locked the door, no one seemed suspicious of my blade, apparently under the misapprehension that it was a fake...
When I was done in the living room, I was quite a mess. I could hear tromping about upstairs, and slid my hand on the banister, leaving a red trail as I made my way to join them. Eventually I could hear a girls whimpering, and a man's attempt to shut her up. I could hear everything with the music low. As I left my mark on the wall, my bloody hand trailing it, I pondered the new things I'd realized tonight--and all of it the result of a game of Bloody Mary. I wondered if those two remaining souls realized... I wondered if anyone would know. I learned these new techniques of life--and death--from myself. It was merely a late revelation.
As I decended on the closet, I wondered if anyone know... that as I called out the dead Queen's name, the only one I saw in the mirror..
Was me.
[Some of this story is real, some is obviously fake. I'm not a deranged killer saying I was possessed by the ghost of Bloody Mary.
And of course, major apologies for any errors. I'd been toying with this idea for a couple days, but the story was thrown together in the last hour and a half--and I didn't have time to fix the more minor things because I have to go to work. xD]
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:15 pm
[[Couldn't help myself. :3
Semi-basied on real life except for the last part, the haunted house I work at and the room, also the candle flying off the wall is true. XD]]
My eyes scanned over the room as I told myself. "It’s just a haunted house. You work here. You know everyone here..."
I clung to the four string straps to my fabric bag, stuffed with my water bottles, my clothes, and my glasses. I was ready for yet another night of clinging to chains pinned on the wall, screaming my brains out distracting for my friend who was to jump out at the patrons of the haunt as they walked through.
I peeked into the room first, it was dark. I decided to stash my stuff and turn the effects on early. But there was a fear. And I knew it. It was inside of me. There was always something different about this room and I knew it. I stretched the fabric of my gut, and gore painted body suit off of me then pulled my shredded white and fake paint splattered night gown closer to me. Before dashing across to the light switch.
It was Halloween, and maybe it was just the idea of it, but it made the room more and more creped out. I took a deep breath in before squinting as the harsh light came on above me. It took a moment to adjust as I looked around the familiar room. The breath I took in before I let out in a sigh.
It was the same. The room was still painted red. The chain still hanging from the wall. Various 'candles', ones light up by light bulbs, on the tables. One table in the corner, one pressed up against the wall. The emergency Exit. And of course, the thing that made the room more characterized the white pentagram on the middle of the floor.
I couldn't help but to stare at it, looking at how uneven it is. I was supposed to play a torture victim about to be used in a ritual and my friend the demented person torturing me, and every time I looked at the star, it scared me yet at the same time encouraged me to keep going. I moved quickly to each of the fake candles turning on the switch under them. Hiding my candy that was meant for the children’s haunt then stashing my bag behind one of the tables then tucking my bottles at the side of the table.
Some strange things had been happening in this room. One of the candles next to the emergency exit flew off of the ledge, even though no one was around it and the door was closed, almost hitting my friend then rolled into the ‘potions’ shop next to my feet as I was coming back from getting some more water. But I saw the whole thing. Then the next night cool, yet odd, breezes going through the entire night and everyone feeling something brush them or touch them.
Maybe we were just getting paranoid. But this night, Halloween night was going to be different. I could just feel it.
I didn’t take that long after the hour after the children’s haunt, an hour of us working, I could already feel my feet hurt and my eyes start to droop. I sighed, waiting for someone to run through and tell us that another group was going through, and to get ready. To a point it was our first break. I stretched out on the cool yet dirty ground and closed my eyes. My friends were there what could hurt.
“Wake up! You’re in trouble again!”
I grunted at the voice, it sounded like my boyfriend’s, I was just going to shrug it off, thinking it was just a joke. But then I was violently shaken, then ripped to my feet.
“Why are you in here!? You don’t belong here!” I looked around, not sure of what was going on. But soon screaming filled my ears as I looked over where I would normally be standing; someone was hanging from the chains crying. Why was she in my costume? I looked down and saw myself in old ‘pilgrim-ish’ clothes.
“Ha-ha very funny.” I said to who I thought was my friend as I went to roughly pull my hands away. I blinked a few times trying to process why the fake blood on her hands wasn’t sticky, why was it so warm?
“Wicked child! Get out! This is not funny at all, you are interrupting my ritual!”
Right away I tried to get away from the roaring voice of the old women, this was not my friend. I right away moved toward the wall, toward the girl. She wasn’t wearing a tattooed body suit like I did… The blood and the guts on her… were real. I screamed in horror.
Right away I turned toward the room that was leading to ours. But instead, I ran right into a wall. I panicked, looking around the room, trying to ignore the screaming from the torture victim, the real one and also the woman, her constant screaming for me to get out. I was scared out of my mind. No exits were seen. How was I going to get out?
“GET OUT!” With that I felt my body roughly pinned against the wall. The feeling of chains latching tightly on to my wrists, then being hosted up so my feet couldn’t reach the ground. “Stop! Please!” I screamed, franticly I flailed around but I could feel the cuffs on my hands getting tighter, I tried to worm away but it hurt. I watched the woman wander around the room, humming something.
Then I could feel the wet feeling of blood go down my arms from my wrists. I went to say something but the woman moved closer to me but she was holding a knife. “Stop-“
I couldn’t finish my scream… Then my eye drooped.
Then my friends were standing above me.
“Yin? Yin? Oh god she’s up.”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know she was on the ground, shaking then she started bleeding.”
“Saint Nicolas!”
The sound of our code word for emergencies. Saint Nicolas? What was going on? It took me a bit to figure out what they were saying.
I moved slightly my eyes moving toward my wrists, real blood from cuts on my wrists was dripping down, and a large gash from my stomach was also bleeding.
The lights came on then I heard murmuring.
“What happened?”
The voice of the haunt maker filled my ears.
“We don’t know. We walked out of the room while she was resting. Then we heard screaming, not only from her but from someone else. Then we came in here and she was shaking and bleeding.”
I was processing the words the best I could, when I noticed broken chains next to my wrists, and a knife in the corner of the room. I couldn’t believe it; I thought it was just a dream. Did I really happen?
When they lifted me up on the gurney, going to the ambulance, I looked at the floor the best I could. The pentagram was perfect, splattered with blood… But I was on the other side of the room. And as they started to stroll me out of the room, I felt a chilly touch then the words; “Happy Halloween…”
Then I watched one of the candles fly off of the wall…
But when it hit the floor this time the cloth it was next to burst into flames.
But we don’t use real candles in the haunt…
I knew things would get weirder during Halloween, working in this cursed room.
And boy was I right.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:39 pm
{ Well I had to try XD A small part is based on a store I heard when I was little but most of it I wrote myself}
The radio crackled a few times before settling in on the station. "Mosey on down to Billy Joe Bob's Crazy Country Emporium of Fantastic Deals. Used appliances and furniture in great condition! Sale! Sale! Sale! Thirty percent off selected items. YeeHaa!! I'm happier then a tornado in a trailer park over these deals! Come and see me on the corner of 15th and Lee . I'll be seeing yo..." The commercial was cut off by a song starting. A singing annoying nasal sounding voice soon filled the air.
"You have got to be freaking kidding me." Josh grumbled out in annoyed tone, as he flicked off the radio. 'All that time to get the station in, and it's that garbage! Who listens to this shi..' His attention is drawn to a flickering light up ahead. He squinted his eyes and strained to get a better look at it. Then the light vanished. Josh frown and slammed his palm on the steering wheel in frustration. himself. He had been lost for a couple of hours. The short cut he had seemed like a great idea. It would have saved him at least four hours time, but he had somehow taken a wrong turn. Found himself weaving about on back country roads. 'You think they would have road markers or signs some where around the pathetic place . Stupid country imbreds!' Josh thought as a flicked his cigarette butt out the window.
His hands fumbled around in between the seats. "Where is it?" He cursed. After another minute he found his cell phone. A flipped it open then dialed. A few seconds later a load beep was heard. Josh hissed as he jerked the phone away from his ear. He looked at the display. "No Service!" He angrily tossed the phone back between the seats.
The outline of a building came into view. Josh spotted it and speed up. His truck tore into the parking lot and came to a screeching stop just in front of the gas pumps. Josh glanced around at the place 'Great just great the first place I find in forever and it's a dump" he mumbled to himself before getting down from the cab, and strolling for the door.
"Are you trying to kill us! Ya nearly ran us over" a young male wearing a gas station uniform covered with grease and dirt snarled out as he stormed towards Josh. A slightly smaller man came up behind the other and glared at Josh but said nothing.
Josh turned to the young men and snapped out,"What? You idiots to stupid to jump out of the way!"
The young men both let out low growls and started stalking towards Josh. "What did you just say to us?!" One of them demanded as he began to roll up the sleeves of his suit..
The men gasped and quickly stepped back when Josh pulls a large revolver out of his jacket, and points it at them.
"Kavit!! You and your brother leave that poor man alone!" An elderly man shuffles out of the gas station. "How am I gonna sell anything if you keep chasing off thecustomers? Remember you have special work that needs tending too."
"But he.."Kavit started to protested. The glare from the old man silenced him. He thought for a bit then continued, "Aww right that special work. Gladly." then glared hard at Josh before disappearing with his older brother into the garage.
Josh put his gun away and walked into the store. "This place is really is a dump." He grumbled as he knocked over a couple of items. The old man said nothing. He didn't say a thing about it, just simple picked the items up and placed them down on a nearby counter. "See anything you like?" he asked.
"No ..I don't want to buy any of this cheap trash. I guess people around here have low really standards." Josh sneered out as he knocked over more items, causing them to drop onto the floor and sporadically roll around. He didn't notice the disgusted glare the old man was giving him as walked back out of the store and headed over to the gas pump.
He moved back over to his truck and stood between it and the gas pumps. Then turned and glared at the old man "You don't expect me to pump it myself?" he huffed and leaned against the large red truck.
The old sighed mumbled something about lazy city people before picked up the nozzle and filled the tank.
Josh sighed out "Finally took you long enough," before tossing the old man the money owned for the gas. Then opened the truck door roughly and jumped back inside.
"Any idea how to get back to the interstate?" Josh asked, as he checked himself out in the mirror.
The old man pointed towards a small dirt road that branched around a hill. "It wont look like your getting anywhere. Just keep going straight and you'll hit the interstate in about an hour" he informed Josh then stood there and watched curiously as Josh continued to groom himself.
Josh grinned at himself and though 'Damn I am one handsome devil' before winking at his own reflection. He glanced over at the old man one last time, before starting up his truck. He gunned it and honked really load as he pulled out of the gas station causing the old man leap about ten feet. "Careful not to have a heart attack there!" Josh yelled before howling with laughter as he drove away.
The dirt road twisted about the hills for several minutes. Then opened up into a wide expanse of flatland. Josh turned the radio back on 'Maybe they've discovered music?' He thought as he flipped through the stations. One station sounded like it was trying to come in. He tapped the dial a couple of times. Then something caught his eye. Josh slammed on his brakes. Then he backed his truck up, and rolled down his window.
"Hey there bay bee. My name is Rick and on the Rick-ter scale your an eleven. Kapow!" he drawled out to the young lady who happened to be walking all alone. 'My luck has just changed to super'
The young woman sighed then glanced up at him, "Please, I doubt your name is really Rick." she huffed out as she looked him over.
"Got me there it's Josh, but I bet your name is Divine!" Josh smiles as he let his eyes from over her body 'Oh are one hot babe'
"No my name is not Divine it's Rania." she informed him in a somewhat irritated tone. Then began to walk away a moment before stopping and coming back " Look, I've got a place just down the rode. I went out for a walk and I seem to have gone a bit farther then I should have. I am rather tired, and it's not like anyone comes down this road often. So Would you mind giving me a lift?" she asked.
Josh didn't have to be asked twice. He opened the door to the truck,"Hope in! he ordered and patted the passenger side seat.
Rania jumped into the cab and puts her seat belt on "Thank you so much" she states and smiles warmly at him.
Josh pats her leg a couple of times. She looked at him angrily as she slid his hands off her leg. 'Guys are all the same can't keep their hands to themselves. If I wasn't so tired I would give him a piece of my mind and walk home'
"So you seeing anyone right now?" Josh asks as he glances over at her again. His tongue slides across his lips slowly.
"No and I don't plan on either. I do quit well on my own." Rania informed him. Then slide closer to the door to get away from his roaming hands.
"Aww so you're all by yourself. A little lady like you needs a man about the house. You know someone to kill spiders and tighten screws.You know the manly things" Josh stretched and placed his arm around her shoulder. Rania sighed as she shrugged him off.
"Pull in here." Rania motioned a few moments later at a gravel road that was off to the right. They traveled down it for a couple of minutes then round a bend. Josh saw a large farm house surrounded by several large trees and the truck up to the front of the house.
Rania got out of the truck and brushed her self off. Then looked over at the young man in the truck. "You sure you don't want to stay?
Its getting late. This rode is hard to travel at night. It's difficult to see where it goes. I got plenty of room, and I can even fix you something to eat." she asked.
Josh grinned at nodded happily at this "Sure .. where do I park my truck?"
"Right there will be fine. I don't have a garage. Now come on inside." Rania disappeared into the front door.
Josh locked the truck up and walked through the front door. He gasped in amazement as the exquisite furnishing. 'Ohhh this chick has money. Hmm maybe a can pocket some of this stuff before I leave.' Josh picked over a few items, and looked them over, as he wandered down the hallway.
Rania poked her head out of a door and motioned for him to come in. Josh entered the dinning room and set down at a large wooden table that looked like it was rather old and rather expensive.
"Just sit there, I won't be but a few moment. I'm just going to head into the kitchen and make you up something to eat' Rania ordered before headed though a door.
Josh watched her backside as she moved away from him and began to lick his lips again. He began to look around at the room, which was filled with antics and plotted which items he would snatch.
Rania returned a few minutes later carrying a plate with several lunch meat sandwiches and a glass of milk. "Here you go Josh, sorry it's nothing special, and I do not have beer here, so you will have to drink milk or nothing" she started as she placed it down in front of him.
Josh grabbed up one of the sandwiches and shoved it into his mouth. "You not going to eat?" he muttered with a full mouth.
"No, I'll grab something a little later. Once your finished your room is waiting upstairs. Third door on the left," Rania replied and sighed out as she watched him eating. She stick one of her elbows on the table and leaned her head against it.
A rather loud clanking noise coming from outside caused Josh scrambled to his feet. He reached into his jacket clutching his gun.
"Relax, It's just some of the local mutts. They tend to run about my place at night. They wont bite. Harmless little critters. Some of them tend to be a bit high strung and they are known to get into things. I'll clean the mess up in the morning. Probable just knocked over a chair or something." Rania stated as she motioned for Josh to sit back down.
Josh looked out the window for a moment before settling back down into his seat. He continued to shove the food into his mouth. It was really tasty. That and he hadn't eaten for a long while.
After stuffing himself, Josh made his way up to his room. After taking off his shirt he went over to admire himself in the large mirror. He flexed into a couple of cheesy poses.
'Oh yeah. This chick thinks I am so hot!' As he was about to turn away something caught his eye in the mirror. He shifted his head to get a better look, and felt his heart leap into his throat.
The creature chuckled cruelly as Josh jerked around to look at it and then stumbled back out of fright. He had never seen anything like it before. It resembled some sort of demonic primate with rather long and skinny arms. Josh could see the creatures back bones and ribs jutting out through it's skin. A greenish brown fur covered the creature.
The creature scurried forward a few feet then stopped and began to drum its long nails on the hard wood floor. It grinned barring several rows of sharp teeth.
Josh got to his feet and started reaching for his jacket. He could see the creatures large glazed over eyes following his hand. The creature let out a ear piecing howl as it leaps towards Josh. He pulled out his gun and fired all the shots. After what seemed like an eternity which was only really a few seconds, the creature was knocked back and came to rest a few feet away.
Josh went slowly over to the creature and kicked it. He then cautiously kneeled down. He couldn't find any pulse, and it didn't seem to be breathing. He sat down to catch his breath. After a couple of minutes he collected himself and got dressed.
He shoved the creature into a pillow case. 'Crypto Zoology has got to give me something for this thing. I'm going to make a fortune!' Josh thought as he made his way back down the stares.
"Rania!" He called out. No one responded. Josh looked about noticing her purse on the table. 'If she's stupid enough to leave it out here.' He rummages through it taking all of the money.
Josh slowly made his way around the farm house, dropping things into the sack along with the creature. He opened on of the door and glanced around. Noticing that it was Rania's bedroom and the young woman was sleeping buried under the cover he closed the door and moved along 'Looks like I am not getting any from her. Well she wasn't to cute anyways' he thought to himself as he moved quietly though the house.
"Well I guess I should be going then. I'm sure I can find my way down the rode. Besides I want to get this thing taken care of before it starts to rot away. Won't be worth as much then" He sighed out to himself.
Josh quickly made his way into the truck. He tossed the creature in the seat next to him. Then shoved his keys into the ignition. The truck rumbled to life for only a moment then died. He tried gunning it a couple of times, but couldn't get the engine to turn over. Josh cussed as he slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He angrily stalked over to the front of the truck, and popped the hood. He glanced around inside hoping to find a loose wire or something.
A horrible piercing scream escaped from Josh as he felt something plunge into his back! He withered in agony on the ground for a couple of minutes. Finally the pain dulled down, and he scrambled back to his feet.
"Are you quite done doing that now, hmmmmm, it really is rather annoying you know, Josh." The creature hissed out in his ear.
Josh turned his neck to the side and found himself staring right into the creatures face. "I .. your .. how .." He stammered as he looked with shocked filled eyes at the creature he had just shot and had assumed was dead.
"Here I don't really want these bullets." The creature spat several slugs at Josh's face. Josh cringed as he wiped the slime away.
He seized the creature and tried flinging it off. No matter how hard he tugged though the monster stayed attached. Josh slammed his back against the side of the truck.
Then scrapped his back against the ground hoping to dislodge the thing. The creature seemed to find all this amusing and laughed. After several minutes Josh gave up.
"You done throwing your little tantrum?" The creature hissed then licked the side of his face. Josh back handed the creature. It responded by chuckling then nipping his ear.
Josh stomped back over to the truck. "Fine I'm sure someone in town will be able to help me." He continued to look over the engine.
"Too bad your an idiot when it comes to engines. Looks like your walking back to town. Not that you'll make it." The creature said mockingly
Josh slammed the hood down and started back down the road towards the gas station. 'I'm sure I didn't travel that far. It's what two miles to the gas station? I will be able to make it.'
"It's three miles back to the gas station, and no you wont make it. But go ahead try. I could use the amusement." the creature purred out into Josh's hear
Josh froze in terror. Did the creature just .. it couldn't have .. "You can .. How did you .."
"You sold your grandpa's antic train collection for a hundred dollars. You really are an idiot. They were worth far more then that! And why were you dunking all those other kids heads nto the toilets when you were in school? You really are a jerk! No wonder you ended up a broke loser." the creature stated then cackled madly as it clung to Josh
Josh stared ahead in disbelief. What did this creature now everything about him! The creature continued to hackle Josh about the not so fine points of his life. Josh tried blocking the annoying voice out as he walked faster towards the town.
After several minutes Josh hissed in pain as the creature bit his ear. "What?!" Josh hissed and began to rub at his own ear.
"Your not paying attention to me!" The creature pouted. It think flicked its long tail around smacking it against Josh's face. Josh swatted the tail away then yelped in pain. He saw several small splinters in his fingers. "Your tail is barbed!" He angrily spat as he pulled out the slivers.
The creature chuckled then a cruel smile crawled onto it's face, "Josh .. Please come out and play with me. Come on Josh you promised!"
Josh felt his heart plunge into his stomach. The creature had changed its voice. He know that voice. Josh cursed under his breath began to quicken his pace but found it was getting more difficult for him to walk at such a fast pace.
"It's your fault you know .. You were suppose to be with me. Mom told you to watch me. You let me go play be myself so you could stay inside to play your video game. I didn't know enough to stay away from the road. It's your fault. You wanted me to go away. You wanted the truck to hit me.. It is all..."
"Stop it!" Josh screamed "You are not my little brother. I don't care if you can make yourself sound like him!" he snarled out and attempted to shake himself free from the creature, but it no matter how hard he shook the creature just stayed there.
The creature laughed, "Even so you were suppose to be watching him. That makes it all your fault! You murdered him. This means you'll burn in hell when you die."
Josh gritted his teeth and ignored the creature and kept walking. The creature continued to taunt him as he plodded along. After a little while Josh found himself struggling to cross a field.
He gasped in exhaustion as he sat down to rest. Why was he so tired? The creature wasn't that big, and he hadn't been walking for more then an hour. Josh gazed as his arm for a moment. Then lifted his shirt to look as his biceps. He flexed really hard then looked in disbelief. 'They shrunk! How? What is this damn thing doing to me' he asked himself as he stared in awe at his ones large arms that looked more like those of some sick old man.
"Every notice that when you are eating something it tends to become less and less." The creature sighed out and began to tap it's tail against the young man's shoulder.
Josh yowled out in terror as a bolted on ahead. About ten minutes later he felt his legs buckle under him. He struggled to get up and keep running. He only managed to scramble a few feet before collapsing. He looked down at his legs and sobbed in horror. Most of the muscles were now gone. There was just a bunch of skin and bones. Not able to get to his feet Josh started to crawl across the ground.
"Thanks. I was planning on enjoying my meal. You made me devour you too quickly. Probable get indigestion now." The creature huffed as it shifted around a little.
"Please .. What do you want. Money. I can give you money." Josh pleaded as his eyes swelled up with tears of sheer horror.
The creature chuckled, "Your broke. Remember I know all of your thoughts. Besides I have money. Now keep going you might make it!"
Josh felt hope surge into him, "Really!" He gasped out.
"No .. I'm just messing with you." The creature laughed out in a mocking tone.
Josh let out a weak scream and continued to struggle towards the town. He could see the lights of the gas station in the distance. He plodded on in silence for awhile. Then something gleamed in the moonlight. He took a closer look. It was a large piece of sharp metal. An idea suddenly struck him!
"Oh No!" The Creature mockingly gasped, "No one has ever thought of that before! There was a whole bunch of sharp knifes back at the house. Your just thinking of this now?!" then began to giggle madly.
Ignoring the creatures Josh twisted around, and plunged the sharp end of the metal into the creatures arm. Feeling the creatures pain Josh released an agonizing scream.
He let go of the scrap of metal and cussed. He grabbed the scrap, now sticking out of the creatures arm, and tried cutting with it. Every time he cut, Josh felt a sharp pain shot through his own body! After a few more moments of cutting Josh sobbed in pain and threw the metal back onto the ground. He could feel the creature dislodge the one arm. It extended out front for Josh to see. He watched as the arm instantly healed back up. The creature quickly pulled the arm back and slid the nails once again into Josh's back.
"Did You really think it would be that easy. I don't feel anything. Instead you do. Besides there is no way you would have gotten all four limbs cut off. I would have grown each back and stuck them in again before your got to another one."
Josh sobbed as he continue to crawl along the ground. He looked down to see his boney twisted body and cried out in horror. He dragged himself further along. He was almost there. He would make it. Then someone would help him. It was just a little bit further.
Dawn broke as Josh crawled up to the gas station. His body now mostly a jumbled mass of skin and bone. His face had sunken in giving him a skeleton like appearance. He could barely lift his head off the ground. Seeing the old man come out of the gas station a wave of hope washed over him.
"Please .." He whispered "Help me!"
The old man gazed down at Josh as he took a long drag off his cigar.
"They've picked up the truck?" The creature asked.
The old man lingered his gaze on Josh for just a moment before looking at the creature and saying, "Kavit,got it about an hour ago. It's in the back."
"What?" Josh whispered in confusion as he gazed up at the old man. "No help me!" Josh pleaded as he inched closer to the old man. Josh then let out a mournful gasp and collapsed dead.
The old man stepped back away from Josh's mangled body. "Ya know Kavit isn't too comfortable with going over to your place. I mean to sabotage the vehicles, whilst the person is inside."
"Would you rather I ate him instead?" The creature snapped as she shifted forms ones again and brushed herself off.
"Err No of course not ,Rania, The boy is just been a little uneasy. I'll have a talk with him. Not to get you upset. But you can't keep this up. People will eventually start to notice all the missing people." The old man could feel his heart beating faster in his chest. He clenched his chest, "We'll handle it." He said. Then sighed as he felt his heart slow down again.
"Kavit made too mush damn noise when he was at the truck. Next time he does something that stupid I'm eating him instead. Now call the sheriff and take care of all the loose ends. Make sure you destroy the body this time. I don't want people finding bones again. I am comfortable here, and I am not going to have any difficulties because of your incompetence" Rein stated then looked down at Josh's body for a moment before kicking it. "I guess you won't be getting anything tonight. Will you," she purred out at the dead body.
The old man nodded as he rubbed the back of his neck. He could feel the small bump sticking out the back. He remembered getting the implant when he was only five years old. It was the first time he had seen Rania in her true form. He remembered watching in discomfort as the creature spat out the weird slug. His own father held him down as the creature burrowed into the back of his neck, and up into his brain. Once one of her slugs was up in your brain Rania could sense where you were at all the time. She knew your every though and could also control your heart even stopping it. Everyone in town had been infected.
The last person to try and run was Samuel Tomius. Rania had eaten his wife and child when the town failed to find her a stranger feast upon. Grief struck, Samuel climbed into his car and tore for the next town. He only made it a few miles before his heart gave out.
"You've just reminded me. I want young Mitchell over at my place by six. He is old enough to get the implant. Also tell Jessica that I know about the letter she is writing to her sister. She wrote a whole lot of stuff about me. Unless she wants to drop dead before tomorrow she will rip the damn thing up."
"I'll let her know, and the boy will be there." the old man informed her quickly.
Rania motioned towards Josh's body. "Don't take so long with the next guy. You wouldn't want me to go into town again to find something to eat. Now would we.. no we would not" she purred out in a sick taunting voice.
"No .. We'll get you someone." The old man said as he picked up Josh's body. 'I hope no one comes looking for you.' He thought as he dumped the body in a chest behind the counter a few minutes later.. He slammed the lid shut glad not to be looking at him anymore.
"Rania strolled in a minute later and said "If people come poking around just make something up. Tell them it was those damn pesky Chupracabras or something. It might even bring in a few people for me to snack on, " before cackling and walking slowly away.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:59 pm
{-Posts happily- Thank god I am finally done!! biggrin }
What truly lies within a shadow?
The Prologue
Long ago when the first mixture of anguish and sorrow touched the earth it was in the form of a tear. From that droplet formed what came to be called a Skeledem named Zorxis. He was made purely from bone with large wings covered in putrid flesh that hung off in ribbons. A singular horn protruded from his brow, his eye sockets glowed with a red light and his hands and feet were clawed. Immediately he looked upon the planet as something to dominate and ravage. Creatures of all kinds were ensnared within his crimson gaze, doomed to endure the most painful torture ever known. The things that he did to them are unspeakable, even to this day. For centuries he was the tyrant of mother earth, bending her to his will and having his way with her. His reign would only be challenged with the birth of the humans.
Adam and Eve were said to be the first humans ever to set foot on this green planet, that is not so. Before them came a prototype that went by the name of Avede. You see, God was not foolish enough to send two humans made of himself onto an unknown planet, there needed to be a test. Avede was sent to earth to make sure that it would be a hospitable place for the others that were meant to come. He was made from the fingernail of the almighty and sent to the planet. Upon his arrival he was met with creatures of many sorts along with plants that could choose to either harm or befriend an animal. He also found places that were barren and black, devoid of life and depressing. He took it upon himself, with advice from the plants, to make it once again beautiful. He was never truly alone though.
Zorxis watched as the human cared for what he had worked so hard to destroy. Avede was changing everything, making water pure again, and loving the animals that were meant for torture. Mostly Zorxis was angered by the fact that Avede had the same skeletal build as he but not the same features. He was wrapped within something that concealed his bones; he had round things in his face that were blue. The Skeledem grew angered and could sit and watch no longer. Taking flight from his ghoulish throne he approached Avede with a practiced air of kindness.
“You there.” He grumbled in a hollow tone.
Avede looked up at the creature and quirked a brow. He hadn’t a clue as to what the deep noise coming from the monster was. A chill ran up and down his spin at the mere sight of the beast but he ignored his impulse to run and stayed. He remained still as Zorxis placed his clawed hand upon his shoulder. There was no warmth where his hand rest unlike when the little birds landed on him, he was cold.
Zorxis paused as he was hit with a premonition. He watched as the walls constructed of organs began to shrivel and fall. Lastly he noticed himself, laying in pieces, in a dark ravine far from here. When it had finished he snatched his hand away with an awful yowl and held it as thought it were wounded. His eyes gleamed a more vibrant red when he again turned them upon Avede. This human possessed everything that he could not and now the fates had decided his doom. Lunging forward, Zorxis dug his fangs into the boys arm and clawed at him fiercely. Avede fell to the ground with a scream and began flailing about in search of something that he could use to save himself. His hand finally came upon something smooth and round, a rock. Lifting it, he used all of the power within his muscles to bring it crashing down atop the skull. Zorxis yelped once and with a laugh slumped over. Dark ooze dripped from his skull and colored the boy black.
After the event Avede went back to his resting place and lay upon the grass in the sun. When he again stood there was an outline of himself still laying there. When he moved it would move as well. It is well known that Zorxis had planned to take the hit so that he may form himself in the image of a man. That is how we came by our shadows, it is said that he waits for the right moment to strike.
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Natalie closed the book that her grandmother had written long ago. Pushing it back to its place on her shelf she hurried out of her room to the downstairs dining table to eat. Her grandmother had been dead for almost three years now and that was the only thing she had left to remind her of the king old woman. Shoveling a spoonful of frosted flakes into her mouth she chewed slowly. Though she loved her grandma she was surprised that the woman had not been locked up for all of the tales that she told. That and the fact the she swore they were true. Natalie looked at the ground beneath her feet and found her shadow, looking exactly as she did.
“How could there be a creature living in our shadows?” She laughed.
She watched as her brother came barreling down the stairs and smiled a cheery good morning toward him.
“You read that story again didn’t you Nat?” Lee asked skeptically.
“How did you guess?!”
It was at times like these that she truly wondered whether or not her brother was a psychic.
“You have that look on again.” He replied simply.
With a sigh she let go of the topic and grabbed her purse.
“Tell mom I am going to the park for a while.”
Without awaiting his response she rushed out the door.
The day was beautiful, not a cloud hovered in the blue sky. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the feeling of the sun kissing her eyelids delicately. Upon opening them she found herself watching her shadow slide gracefully along the ground beside her. Her mind flashed back to the story of Zorxis and she shivered. Grandma had always told her that if Zorxis decided to rise he would not be merciful on the one who’s shadow he emerges from. Shaking her head she pushed all thoughts of Zorxis out of her mind and thought about the new shoes that were on sale.
She stopped suddenly when she heard a rattling sound coming from behind her.
“Z-z-z-z-Zorxis.” She breathed.
Quickly she turned around to face him but only found her brother walking with his keys jingling in his hand. Giving her a smile he placed both hands on her shoulder and put his lips to her ear.
“Oh no! You better run Nat, its Zorxis!” He chuckled.
Swiftly elbowing him in his ribs she walked faster in the direction of the mall leaving him, laughing loudly, behind her.
After a few hours of looking about the all too familiar stores she headed back home. Though for a while she had forgotten about the story she couldn’t help but to get the feeling that glowing red eyes were watching her wherever she went. When she reached the front door her nose was instantly filled with a sickeningly sweet smell. Moving her hand away from the knob she checked beneath their porch to see if another rabbit had died under there and begun to rot. Seeing nothing she rolled her eyes and opened the door. Right away she heard screams coming from her brother’s room. Tossing her stuff onto the floor she ran upstairs and burst through his door.
“NATALIE!!” Lee’s voice shouted.
She was too shocked to move. Lee was looking at her through wide eyes as he sat up on his bed. There, beside him, lay his girlfriend.
“L-L-Lee?”
She never thought that she would see her brother like this, much less with the strongly catholic young girl.
“Get out!!! Don’t you dare say a word!”
She blinked a few times as she walked down the hallway to her room. It was still surprising to think that Lee would want to lose his virginity when he was only sixteen. She knew he and Alex were dating but she didn’t know that they were that involved. Rubbing the images from her eyes she walked into her room and threw herself atop her bed.
“To think I believed that it was Zorxis attacking my brother.” She giggled into her pillow.
Her sniggering stopped when once again an odor reached her. Plugging her nose she peeked under her bed but saw nothing. She wondered what it was exactly that was causing such a stink that it would go from the first story all the way to the second. Rolling onto her back she pulled her shirt over her nose and closed her eyes. In an instant she had fallen asleep.
“NATALIE!!!”
Starting awake she got up from her bed and went to her brother’s door.
“Lee, I promise I won’t tell mom or dad but you have to promise that you won’t eat any more of my cereal.”
“Natalie help me please!!”
This time the cry was urgent and she slowly pushed the door open.
“Lee?”
“Oh god!! Help me!” His voice was drowned in tears.
When the door finally revealed her brother she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Two skeletal arms protruding from Lee’s shadow were grabbing onto his ankles and pulling him off of his bed in the direction of the floor. She could see blood dripping down the nimble fingertips as they dug into the soft tissue of Lee’s legs.
“LEE!” She shrieked.
Running across the room she leapt onto his bed and wrapped her arms around his torso.
“P-please! Natalie pleased don’t let go!”
“I won’t!”
The pull became stronger and a bloodcurdling scream ripped from her brother’s throat. The hands had pulled his feet to the floor but had pulled too much and his toes had been broken. They kept pulling and soon his foot was bent up at the ankle and the bones were protruding at odd angles out of the skin. His screams were full of pain and fear. Natalie tried to pull him back up so that she may relieve his anguish but the hands just kept yanking him down. The injuries were up to his knees now and the skin had begun to split, leaving large amounts of blood on the floor. Each time he cried out and she was still powerless to do anything. Her grip began to slip just as the head of a Skeledem emerged from her brother’s broken shadow.
“Give the boy to meeeee!” It hissed.
“NO!!” She bawled.
“Natalie please help me!” Her brother cried again.
The head pushed itself up further until it’s horn was jammed through her brother’s back. More tears flowed down his cheeks and he looked at his sister pleadingly.
“Lee….” She whispered.
His skin had begun to pale as the creature pulled him from her arms and pulled the rest of him down onto the floor. Now her brother was nothing more than a pile of blood, bones, skin and hair.
Zorxis turned his crimson glare upon the girl and reached out in her direction. For a moment she could not move but she soon dodged his arms. Just as she reached the door she felt arms wrapped about her waist.
“Where do you think it is that you are running to?” The evil thing questioned.
The door slammed before her very eyes and she was taken into the deep recesses of the room.
“What happened to Natalie Harrow no one knows. Her body was found the next day in pieces. The room was covered in blood and her brother’s body was laying beside the bed. The only thing they know for sure is that she died a very painful death after being forced to eat the heart of her brother. The criminal is still on the loose and authorities are on the lookout. For now it is advised that you lock your windows and doors and stay in the room.” The news lady reported.
Little did she know that in her shadow lurked the very culprit who had tortured dear Natalie and her brother. Their parents were the ones who had found the mess and they refused to speak to anyone.
“My regime begins once again!” Zorxis laughed loudly in the shadow world.
Two more organs had been added to the castle the he was once again going to build.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 5:16 pm
The Cemetery Shortcut One autumn night in the year of 2000 a group of friends decided they would take a shortcut through the cemetery. The cemetery wasn't a new path for them for they had used it several times to get to a keg party or even use it as a make out point with their current boyfriends. All seemed normal as they walked the pathway leading to the gate. One girl though who usually didn't hang out with this group was acting like a complete spaz. She snuggled in her black hoodie and she kept close to her cousin trying to brave this walk. "Don't be scared it's just us and the dead right now." a boy spoke while tapping a tombstone. The scared girl's eyes just widen as she looked at him and looking at her cousin "If he does that he might disturb the dead. Is he that stupid?" her voice was so quiet that only her cousin could hear. Her cousin just laughed and rest a hand on her shoulder while shaking her head. "Trust me the amount of making out and other sinful acts that has happened against these tombstones, a little tap isn't gonna do any harm." she tried to assure her scared cousin that everything was gonna be okay. Even though she was a year younger then her, she was a bit more brave when it came to these things. The scared girl just gave a sigh "When I was younger my mom told me when we were driving past the cemetery I said I saw a lady in blue and she said she didn't see her!" she said to them. "Please I've been through this cemetery at night so many times and never seen a ghost!" the boy said but then stopped in his tracks. He noticed a light in the distance and gave the girls a confused look "Who the hell sets a fire in the cemetery?!" the bright glow of the fire illuminated the area. The sound of chanting could be herd. Being a curious boy he was he wandered a head and before the two girls could say anything they couldn't see him anymore. "God I swear! Tim can be so immature." the younger girl spoke while grabbing her cousin's arm and dragging her to catch up with him. As they were walking the scared cousin looked around and shuttered a bit. "You hear that, Kim?" "Yeah, probably just a bunch of drunk teenagers acting up." "Sounds more like chanting to me.." "Ugh come on, Amanda! if we waste anymore time standing around we'll lose Tim." she continued to drag the scared girl. The chanting got louder and Amanda was growing more afraid even Kim was starting to feel a bit uneasy now. Tim was no where in sight and they had made it as far as the middle of the cemetery. As they continued walking in the distance they noticed some figures standing around a burning flame. Kim decided it was probably best they keep quiet and on there way quickly to reach to Tim. As they were passing a tombstone a hand grabbed at Kim's ankle and she froze in fear, finally that brave side of hers was faltering for she was about to let out a bloody scream. "Shh..." it was Tim for he was hiding behind a tombstone the whole time. Anger washed over Kim and she used her handbag to hit him a couple of times mumbling never to do that again to her. He couldn't help but laugh as he tried to block the attack that Kim let out on him. Shaking his head "Girls, don't you think whats going on is a bit strange?" his voice was low and quiet for he did not want to startle the strange gathering that was going on. "Strange?" Kim gave a confused look as she glanced ahead to see a bunch of cloaked figures. Amanda couldn't really see what was going on because she had kept her eyes closed the minute Tim caused Kim a scare. Though the chanting had never stopped and not once did it ever falter. Tim gave a nod "Can't you hear what they are saying?" with that Kim tried to listen. "Flesh.."
"Flesh.."
'Flesh..""Flesh?" Kim was puzzled and giving a shrug "Sounds like a bunch of D&D nerds taking things a little out of hand." she said to him. "Lets check it out! Though try to be quiet." Tim quietly walked over and sat himself down behind a rather large crypt. His right hand waved to the other girls to signal them to head over to hide with him. Kim walked slowly and kept Amanda from running away or making any sort of noise that could bring attention. They watched as a cloak figure was handed a rather large nap-sack that was moving rapidly. Reaching in to pull out a rabbit by it's ears and then the other free hand was given a rather strange looking weapon. It looked like a dagger of some sort and as they continued to chant before the fire Kim noticed a little rock mantle piece on the ground. She glanced at Tim and gave him a rather worried look. "I'm not liking this.." she whispered. "Sh..." The dagger's blade was now pointed at the rabbit's underbelly and Amanda's fear was getting the better of her. The rabbit wiggled about in the grip of the human's hand, the blade raised to the very top of it's belly. The cloaked figure spoke some chants that almost sound to dark to even understand or grasp. The other cloaked figures bowed their heads and Amanda wide eyed watched in horror as the blade made contact with the flesh. Dragging the blade down the still alive rabbit, the blood started to seep out. The cloak figure rest the dagger down and raised the rabbit above a silver chalice that had designs of demonic illustration on it. Letting the blood pour into the chalice and then tossing the remains of the rabbit into the fire. Causing the fire to burn more and Tim glanced over at the girls checking to see if they were alright. Kim was watching but he could tell she was scared for her hands which were resting on the crypt were shaking. Amanda was almost lost in her fear and all she could think about was to get the hell out of this situation! She didn't think before she acted and stood up to back away slowly only to crack a branch under her foot. Crack...Her heart beat fast and she froze in place, she had brought attention to the crypt. The cloaked figures which had seemed so caught up in their ritual had lost interest and was now looking towards them. A laugh from one of them caused the three friends to quiver in fear and the laugh was so snarly. "What do we got here?" there faces were all hidden behind a skeleton mask. It was a cheap kind you could find in a Halloween store under clearance sale rack. The one started to approach them and reaching to grab Tim by the arm. "What you saw here doesn't leave! You understand?!" Tim reached for the offensive hand trying to rip it away from his arm and he looked at the two girls "Run!" he yelled. "After them!" the cloaked figure yelled as he held on to Tim. Shaking his head and yanking Tim against the crypt, holding him up against it. Kim and Amanda kept running they tried to look back to see if Tim managed to escape. But instead they saw cloak figures running after them and one even had the dagger which had killed the rabbit in his hand. "Amanda! Just don't look back and keep running!" The two girls ran as fast as they could their hearts pounding within their chests, as the gates drew near Amanda tripped on a rock. She fell over and let out a yell which alerted Kim to stop to help her up. Kim reached for her but the cloak figure with the dagger approached them and he gave a chilling laugh. She didn't waste anymore time and pulled Amanda to her feet to resume their running to escape this horror. As they exited the gates it seemed the cloak figures had stopped running after them. Both turned to face the gates and look into the cemetery hoping to see if Tim was on his way. They waited about an hour and decided to head home. As they reached Kim's house and entered in her mother was giving her a stern look. They were very late getting back home, Kim took a seat on the couch and tears were running down her cheeks. While Amanda just stood at the door with her arms crossed in front of her chest in a protective way. "Mom..there's been a accident." "Accident?" "Yes with Tim." "What do you mean? I just called Tim's mother and he was home." The girls exchanged looks and Kim reached for her phone, she dialed Tim's number. As someone picked it up and greeted the caller she noticed it was Tim's voice. "Oh my god! Tim how did you escape?! What happened?!" "I don't want to talk about it.." he hanged up. They never did talk about it again and never did they take the shortcut through the cemetery at night. Tim also later started to have problems dealing with his life and ended up going to a mental institution. He just wasn't the same after the incident and he became a loner not wanting anything to do with the girls again. The girls never told anyone about what happened that night in the cemetery in fear what might happen to them if they did. Every time they happen to pass or even go inside the cemetery they had an uneasy feeling. It was a mystery that stayed unsolved.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:24 pm
(This is a story my aunt told me. Supposedly it's true and happened to one of her co-workers. It's so far-fetched that I don't believe that it actually happened, but even if it's made up, it freaking creeped me out. xD; *shudder* I'm just going to quote my aunt rather than put it in story format, because I tried that and it came off as really cheesy. >>)
Aunt: I was talking to a lady at work the other day and somehow we got on the subject of pets. Apparently, she has a pet boa, or rather - she had a pet boa. It stopped eating. At first she wasn't worried, because apparently snakes don't eat on a regular basis, but it went on for much longer than normal, so she went to the vet to ask about it. He asked her the usual questions about his living conditions, what he usually eats, where he sleeps...
Me: Oh, ugh!
Aunt: Yeah, she said that he sleeps in bed with her. The vet asked what position he sleeps in, coiled up, or stretched out? She told him that he used to be coiled up, but lately he's been stretched out by her side. The vet stopped what he was doing and said, "You can't go back to that house."
Me: Why?
Aunt: He told her that snakes sleep coiled up. If he was stretched out next to her, he was awake. And if he hadn't been eating...
Me: ..ohmygod.
Aunt: He was sizing her up. The snake had been starving himself for his next... meal.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:54 pm
A cry for Help
Now, I’ve never been one for ghost stories. I mean, yes, they are very interesting and the paranormal is a subject that I find intriguing in the daytime, but when the lights go out I can’t stand to think of them. My skin crawls and cold shivers race down my spine if I recall tales of shimmery hauntings and gruesome murder. It just so happens that this summer, I traveled to a college located in Savannah Georgia. For a week I stayed there and lived the college life that this potential college of mine had to offer me. The second day they decided to take us potential college students out at night and show us what this old city had to offer. Somehow I must have missed that this place, this entire town, was haunted.
This little tour that they decided to bring us out on was to learn of the various sites in the city that were supposedly haunted. The entire time we walked the streets, we learned various things such as how possessions of the dead who have become lost can call upon them to appear to you in your mirror. Or how a ghost is made. (If one has just died and they are seeing the white light that one must walk towards to enter the after life and someone calls out their name, if the person turns around to see who it is, they turn back only to find that the gateway to the after life is gone. They are stuck in the realm of life and death that way. At least that was what our tour guide told us.)
We were brought to stand in front of a hotel when as soon as you stepped upon it’s sidewalk your arm-hair stood on end. Tales of Civil war soldiers and pirate ghosts that haunt the famous hotel in the town were told to us as we cowered from this unknown power. We heard of how these young men sometimes would lead you to your door and vanish when you turned the door knob. There was even a tale told that one ghost sometimes steal your undergarments when you leave the room.
Yet there was no story that shook me to the core as much as the final one we were told. Our final stop on the tour was to a boarded up home. It looked to have been a nice place many years ago. Yet no one would buy it after too many "incidents" occurred there.
Tired from the long journey, many of the students started plopping down on the steps of this old house to take a rest. Yet our tour guide, the woman who had been telling us all these creepy tales stood far away to the point where she was in the road. When asked why she wouldn’t come closer, she told us she dared not to. For this house was that of the Doctor. Sad to say I cannot recall his name but I believe it began with a J. Either James or John but his tale impacted me the most.
Deciding to follow after the tour guide, mainly because I did not want to bring any unwanted spirits home with me, (a fear brought on by the paranoia I had on the tour) I stood beside her and listened to what she had to say. The house that belonged to this doctor had been around since the Yellow Fever epidemic that swept through the South and killed thousands. This man, following the doctor’s ways, quickly took in patients of this disease to try and heal them. At this point no one knew how the disease was spread and the doctor did everything right for these people. Yet he forgot to do one thing.
He forgot to take his family out of the house while these sick citizens who were dying resided there. In no time they too caught the disease and this poor man who had dedicated his life to saving others, had to watch his wife fall into a coma and his two young children cough up their lungs. His beloved family died in that home by a disease he could not cure. Unable to save his family, grief overtook him and he committed suicide inside the house. His grave is located in the graveyard nearby and when I told this story to my parents who had been staying at a hotel on the beach a few miles off, told me that they saw it.
What makes the house haunted and one reason why the tour guide would not go near it was because when one stood upon the steps or came close to the door and called out this doctor’s name or his favorite nickname, “Doc” they would be met with a grisly sight. Now, the sight varies between different people. Sometimes they’ll see him standing in the doorway, other times he’ll be peering out at them from the window, and sometimes he’ll come out of the house and stumble towards the onlooker. The places may be different but his chilling words are always the same. “Please, save them. Save my family. Save my children. Save my wife. Please! Please!” When he appears infront of you, it is said that he'll reach out for your hand and try to grasp it. As if he wants you to come with him to save them. It is said that the Doctor is cursed inside the house in a never-ending search to find the remedy to cure his family.
What saddened my heart more, is the fact that someone said that his family's ghosts are inside the house. But their search for one another will never be fulfilled. Even now, a few months later, I still wonder if there is a way to save this man and his family. Or if they will always be trapped in that house. Alone and lost forever.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:00 pm
I always go up to the Sierra Mountains over the summer. Just a little family camping trip that we all enjoy. One summer, a man wandered into our camp. He was a travel guide who was just hiking a little on his own for the day. He told us about the history of the mountains. Of the natural beauty that had enraptured settlers and convinced them to build their homes in the valley below that mystic peaks. He told us many stories that night.
But one I remember above all…
There was a wagon train coming to the Sierras for the first time. Not the biggest bunch to travel through, as they measured up to no more than four wagons. They had found a pass through the mountains that had been sought out for many years. They were content in the knowledge that their long journey was almost past.
Now, whenever they stopped to make camp, every person had a job. Some were sent off hunting. Others tended to the livestock. While others still watched over the children. No one was able to settle in into long after the moon had risen into the sky. When morning came around, they would pack up their belongings once more and set out. Finally, it came the time when one of the families refused to travel anymore. They were sick and tired of the monotonous routine and decided they would settle right there. No one argued. As the wagons circled up once more, the group would once more began their duties. They cleared a good patch of land right into the forest and set about building a house for the family. Everyone pitched in. The strongest men felled the trees, while others put up the walls and flooring. By the time they were done, a fine house had been built. One that every settler could dream about. Then they built a barn. And the image was complete.
The first family came along with the others to help build their own homes. It was a couple days before a second family stepped forward and proclaimed their urge to settle where they stood. And once more, the cycle began in the building of a house and barn. The finished product was a fine house. A little better than the first. The second family moved on with the rest to see to the building of the others. It wasn’t long before the third family caved in and settled down. Each house built was just a little better than the last.
Now the fourth family consisted of a husband, and a wife, along with their two children, aged eleven and nine. They had also brought along their family dog, a massive St. Bernard that stood six foot three on its hind legs but was as gentle as a kitten when rough housing with the boys. The house that was built was more grand than the others that had come before it, with a meadow stretching out a good seventy yards out in front. When the work was done, the families began their goodbyes. It was spring in the mountains and each wanted to get a jump on their crops. And it wasn’t long before the family was on their own.
The first night, a fine moon rose above the mountain peaks. It was only a few days before a full moon. The husband kissed his wife good night and tucked his boys into their beds. He found himself sitting on their porch with the dog, watching the moon rise. The dog was tied to the porch by a rope as big as a man’s wrist, a learned lesson was escape attempts in the past. They had brought the rope with them from the East Coast and it was the same rope used to tie boats in the harbor. When at last the man wandered inside, he checked the shotgun over the fireplace as he always did and went to sleep.
It was about two in the morning when he awoke again and he could tell that once he got outside and saw the position of the stars and the moon that was beginning it’s decent over the end of the meadow that ran out from the house. He had gotten out of his bed at the sound of the dog. He had never heard the dog bark like that before and he didn’t know what to expect. As he grabbed the shotgun and ran out the door, he could tell in the light of the moon that the dog had stretched the rope as far as it would go. The dog began screaming at the far corner of the meadow. The man put his hand on the rope that was pulled tight three feet off the ground and followed it out to the dog. He put his hand on the dogs back, and he realized that every hair was standing up on it’s back. The weird thing was that usually the dog would be jumping around and barking, but it was centered on one point on the far side of the meadow. It was a still night and as he peered in the direction of the dog’s fixation, he thought he could see one, maybe two branches move about six feet off the ground.
The scream became a yell, the yell became a bark, and before turning back to the house, and letting go of the strength of the rope, the dog, staring at the exact same spot, let loose one guttural growl. The dog went back towards the house, turned in three circles and fell asleep before his head even hit the dirt. The man waited, afraid of the dog’s unusually behavior. When nothing else happened, he turned inside and fell back asleep.
The next morning, he didn’t tell his family. It wasn’t their business. Instead, he worked on the property, clearing trees , always making sure that the dog was nearby. When night fell again, he found himself once again on the porch with the dog by his side. He turned into the house, kissed his wife goodnight, and fell asleep.
At two in the morning, he found himself with one foot out the door, shotgun in hand before he had even opened his eyes. Outside, the dog was screaming again. He placed his hand on the rope, and found it to be even more taunt than the night before. He could even feel tiny strands of the rope fraying under his hand as he made his way out to the dog. It was staring at the exact same spot on the far side of the field. Shading his eyes from the light of the moon, the man thought he could see a branch or two move again, ten feet off the ground. Waiting with the dog, it’s sounds turned from screaming to a yell, from a yell to a bark. And before turning back towards the house, the dog emitted one long guttural growl. The man was frightened, returning to the house. Knowing he couldn’t leave his family to go out and find the danger, he waited on the porch. Shotgun in his lap.
As he saw the first stirring of morning, the moon having disappeared, the man realized that it was time to wake him family and begin the day. He took his eldest son out hunting and celebrated his first kill. A small bird. That night, the family sat around the fire pit as the sun went down, and the full moon rose in the sky. After waiting as long as he could, he put his family to bed, put new shells into the shotgun, kissed his wife, and fell asleep.
Two o’clock in the morning, he found himself outside with the shotgun in hand, the dog making a stranger noise than ever before. Before he could follow the rope to the dog’s side, he heard a loud snap. The rope fell limp at his feet and the dog tore off in the direction of the spot he had been staring at. There was the short sound of a couple branches breaking, and he saw a few moving. Then it was followed by complete silence. He waited on the porch without nodding off, until the first rays of sunlight peaked over the mountains. He knew that if there was danger for his family, then there was danger for the three other families as well. As soon as it was light enough, he saddled up the horses so each of his boys could go to one of the families and himself to the farthest, and bring them back on their horses. He spent a little time where the dog had disappeared before setting out to the family. He had seen some of the dog’s footprint and a few broken branches with dog fur on it, but nothing that went past a six meter radius into the forest.
By the afternoon, they were all back at the house where the man told the others about what had happened with the dog screaming and staring intently at the one spot. He ended the story by speaking of the dog’s disappearance. They agreed to go out like the spokes of a wheel, a quarter mile into the forest twenty meters to the left, before coming back to see if they could see anything. The man continued to search around the far side of the meadow for any sign of the dog. Instead he found a footprint into which he could both of his feet, toe to heel with inches to spare. As the other families returned, they were showed the footprint, and each grew silent. And they all turned towards the forest, agreeing that they would fire their rifle three times into the air if anyone found another sign to draw them to that spot.
About an hour later, as they were all trickling back into the meadow, the eleven year old boy was the last to arrive. Just before he reached the meadow, something caught his eye and he slowly look up into one of the trees. There, he saw the lifeless body of the St. Bernard. It’s legs were entangled in the branches, pointed up to the sky. It’s nose was turned completely, pointed to the ground.
There was little to say. And the men quietly rode back off into the forest as the family quietly returned to their houses. They kept a wary eye for many days, and never found another footprint, and never heard another sound they could not understand.
Those three nights faded into their memory, but as long as the boy’s were alive, whenever it came to be a full moon, they realized they couldn’t sleep.
Could you?
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:49 pm
Concrete
(Based on a story my parent told me about their basement)
The children rushed down into the concrete basement, eager to hear the scary story promised to the them. It was All Hallows Eve and as was tradition a party was thrown. The children and adult alike dressed in colorful costumes and ghouls danced with princesses. Now they sat on blankets, wide eyes focused on the adults in front of them. The lights went out and a single flashlight illuminated a woman's face.
"Now it time for you to learn of the history of this basement," a women spoke," her voice barely above a whisper. All attention was on her.
"Years past this house was owned by a man. He was unmarried and he had no children. He lived a quite life, most of the neighbor had never seen him and often wondered if the house was truly occupied. For years it was just that, he lived and no one knew him or cared to know him."
The woman gave a nervous look to the walls around her and the young faces became confused.
She continued on, "Unfortunately the peace was not to last. One year shortly before Halloween, a little girl about two blocks over disappeared. The police searched every nook and cranny, but there was not trace of her."
"Don't worry little girl, you'll be just fine. Just fine," came the low sadist voice of man in the back of the room. The young head turned to him, but it was dark and they could not see him.
"They neighborhood had no time to calm down, fore a fortnight before All Hallows Eve, another child vanished. Poof without a trace. Again the policed searched, but no clues could be found as to the whereabout of the little boy."
"Little boy, little boy, it is okay. I am here," came the sadistic voice in the back.
The children shook visibly now and fear was beginning to build in their little faces, unnerved by the voice they could not see. Many shuffled forward to safety.
"On the night of All Hallows Eve, two more little one went missed and now the neighborhood search was on. The house, this house we now reside in however remained forgotten, and for hours the search continued," the woman's voice continued the story.
"My my, sweet twins, tonight we play a game," came the male voice that now held an even more terrifying tone, which had many of the children crawling forward once more.
This time the voice continued, "The children were here, here in the dungeon, that is this concrete basement. The first, the little girl, hung chained from the wall, shackles around her tiny bruised wrists. The little girl heart had been carved out and the little girl had no life left in her."
The children gasped and huddled together.
"The second, the little boy, hung chained from an opposing wall. He was no longer with the living his tongue removed and his stomach slashed open, nothing remaining but a gaping hole. The smell was horrendous, the man seemed not notice. "
Many of the children felt sick and the even the adults seemed confused, but the teens seem amused even though on edge.
"The two children struggled violently but, it was to no avail. They soon found themselves chained to the wall, a terrifying man looming over them. He wore a dark robe, a glowing skull mask, and a he carried a bloodied knife. The man spoke 'Tonight we get twin kidneys.' The children screamed and writhed about, but it was no use, soon they were lacking a kidney each and just as lifeless and pale as the other two."
The woman spoke again, "By the time the police thought to search the ignored house, it was two late the man was gone and the bloodied, lifeless children remained, chained to the wall, each with wide eyes and little scream."
"They found out what happened to the man, most thinks he is simply biding his time until he can strike again. Other say he still visits this house on All Hallows Eve. I think they're right."
Suddenly the laundry room burst open and a tall hooded figure waltzed in his mask glowing and his knife bloodied. The children jumped and ran screaming, some of the younger simply bursting into tears.
The adults laughed and the figure roomed his mask and robe, revealing one of the uncles of the family. Needless to say it took hours to get the children calmed and into their sleeping bags which were coincidently in the basement.
One of the younger little boys, woke in the middle of the night crying, nightmare of the story swam across his vision. He stood and looked around and it was only a moment before he realized he was alone. A cold hand gripped the boys shoulder and he jumped, turning around to see the hooded figure from the story.
He found himself lifted into the air, struggling and kicking. Screams erupted like a fountain from the little boy, as he found himself being chained to the wall. The bodies of the four other still hanging lifeless around him. The sadistic voice came soft but clear, "and for the final ingredient, tear soaked eyes from the furture."
Suddenly the boy awoke with a start to find himself snuggled warm and safe between him mother and sister.
"A dream?", he whispered.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 6:03 pm
{Forgive my impatience but....when will this be decided? sweatdrop }
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:43 pm
No need for apologies, and I want to extend a very VERY apologetic note out to all of you. I'm afraid the files and passwords I needed were unavailable to me for the past while, delaying this contest much further than it should have. That being said, there will be more prizes added onto this contest; the winner choosing between theirs, and the remainder shall be raffled among the other contestants. Again, I am so very sorry for this having taken as long as it has. ;;' SO, without further delay, I would like to present SkyDragono as the winner for the Scary Story Contest, for her Bayberry Hill Mansion story (I admit, I could visualize the creatures and hell did I find them creepy. >: ). As your prize, Sky, you may choose between the kalona listed on the front page, or a Death Whisper cosplay, colored by Ameh. Whichever Soquili is not chosen by Sky, along with other prizes, shall be raffled off among all the participants after Sky makes her choice. Thank you all for your patience, it is very much greatly appreciated, and thank you all for participating ;; heart
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 11:09 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 12:49 pm
Congrats everyone and good luck in the raffle.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:53 pm
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