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Ingina stared at Kameri and frowned sadly. Kameri's mind is filled with so much hate... with hints of anger. Bad and negative feelings in Ingina's views. She pulled her blanket up to her waist and tried to ignore Kameri's laugh.

"Knife..." Voices creeped through Ingina's head, "Blood..." She covered her ears and shut her eyes, telling the voices to go away.

Kima almost pee'd herself when she heard Kameri's laughter. It was like she was the dollie in another lifetime, and she had killed her whole family. It brought up bad thoughts about that dream she had, and so she curled up into a sitting near-fetal position, bringing the blanket closer around her. Her gaze was a blank stare into the ground with her head pointed slightly downward and to the left. She did not understand much of what it was that made her react like this, but she knew it was not something that was a good feeling.

Mos looked regretfully at Ingina. "Sorry 'Gina. Didn't mean to be scary." He apologized. He hadn't genuinely meant to be so frightening. He also hadn't anticipated Kameri's reaction. It scared him a lot.

Kima felt the cold running through her again and brought herself closer inward. She felt a small tear run down her cheek, and did not want people to know she was crying, so she put her face further downward. She did not want people to see her fear, nor her shame.

Syd saw with a worried expression on his face his daughter shrivel before him, and all out of fear. He came to her and unclipped his cloak from his armor, and offering it to her, gave her a close hug and kissed her cheeks to kiss away the tears. It must have given her some comfort, because she smiled largely at him as he rubbed her back. He whispered in her ear that he would keep her safe, that she need not worry about the monsters, and made sure she glanced downward at his blade all the while not making it obvious, and went back to stand with the other parents.

It relieved Dante to see Ingina was fine again. Now they could continue the story telling! But who'd go next? Not her, she didn't know any tale... Still, it would be a pity let the prize go away... It seemed nice, and it was a trophy that could join Storm's chopped hair... With an almost unconscious comand, Dante went to sit closer to Turel, her senses poised in the prize.

Kima did not know many scary stories. She did not know fear in this lifetime until tonight. Something flashed back to her though, something from her distant and now clouded past...she had a memory. One of the village she was living in. She did not know it at the time, but it was a part of her memories. Kima meakly stood up, and began to speak.

"Once upon a time, there was a village. In that village, the people were happy and sang songs every evening, and the scent of sugary cinnamon filled the air. But they were not happy for long, because they would send their men out to fight something called "the enemy". The kids in the village did not know who or what "the enemy" was, but they all figured it was some scary monster that ate people, because not alot of the men would come back to the village, and those that did gurgled alot and made funny noises. One day, the people of the village found out who "the enemy" was. They were monsters in the form of people, dressed in black. They held these ugly swords and other pokey-sticks, and they would not let the happy people leave the village. It stopped smelling like sweet cinnamon, and people stopped singing. Then came the scary times, when mommies would choke their babies until they stopped moving, and people would kill other people for simple things. "The enemy" looked on, giggly. Every now and then, they'd capture a girl, and some of the kids would decide to play heroes and rescue her, but none of them would come back. Mommies and daddies would tell the rest of the kids that they went off into the sunset, and the kids figured that was a place beyond the green hills in the distance. This lasted for weeks, and when they finally left, there was not much left of the people or the village." She said, a tear beginning to form in her eye.

Then, Kima sat down at her place in the room, and cuddled close with the blanket.

Syd did not know what to say. He simply listened in fear. Was this the kind of life she led before?

Claire listened intently to the tale and shuddered. To herself she thought,"So we are all trying to scare each other? Fair enough. I have a story which I have always found truly haunting." Claire stood up tall and met the eyes of the other people in the room one by one,"I have a little story of my own." Kameri looked up at her skeptically. She was entertained by the stories, but she doubted that Claire could come up with anything interesting.
Claire breathed in a short deep breath and then began," My story starts with a girl who thought that whatever went wrong it could not faze her. She had been shunned by the other children when she was younger and decided that she could manage without social interaction. For she believed other people to all be horribley evil after her previous experiences. It had been years since she shed a tear, for she did not let anyone hurt her. She trusted no one but herself and found comfort in the fact that it was something she had control over.
People knew her as the queit, bright girl who hid within the shadows. She was kind enough to those around her and after a time was no longer bothered. As time passed the people around her began to die. During highschool she found that the murders of people she knew were steadily increasing. She put it off as another factor of the evil of humanity.
Then she began to hear some one whispering to her in the darkness. She was terrified for she believed they meant to kill her next. Night after night some one muttered in the shadows. Then one night she woke up around midnight; hot and sticky. The muttering had become loud. She covered her ears but she couldn't muffle the sound. She decided she was done with living in fear. Swiftly she got out of bed, visibley shaking. She headed towards the closet where the muttering seemed to be coming from.
Before she opened the closet door she paused, a horrible face floated before her and peels of cackling laughter filled the air. All at once she realized there was no one in the closet, there was no floating head. It was a mirror on the door with her own reflection. "How?" She spoke aloud. Her own siluette answered her ringing in her head," You and me are one and the same." She screamed and flicked on the light hoping for the nightmare to end. She was covered in blood, the sticky feeling had not been sweat. On the floor in a pool of blood lay a pile of items. Each one belonged to one of the people who had died throughout her life.
Never had the evil she saw been anything but her own. In trusting herself she had made a deal with her worst enemy."

It had been days since the unfortunate discovery of the joined creature known as Serkanda. Those days had been nothing but a learning experience for their unwilling caretaker, and the results of this experience was everywhere on him for people to see; his arms and hands were simply covered in tiny scratch and bite marks, and his cheek had a square bandage on it, probably from another sharp swipe he received from the corpse half of the twins.

By the time Tyr had entered the house as he was invited to do so, the smaller children were already telling their stories. The rather handsome teenager found a place for himself to sit as silently as possible, not wanting to disturb the stories as they went around. Scary stories? There was the scariest story in existance clinging to his shoulders from behind, obviously not thrilled at the idea of needing him.

Once he sat down, the cut and bleeding, grey skinned girl let go of his shoulders, gliding to the ground much like a bat dove for its prey, resting her whispy lower half on the ground. Serkan stared in distain at the other tales, though it was questionable if she could even see; for she had no eyes, and her empty eyesockets eternally bled, the blood seeming to vanish mysteriously once it slid down her chin. Her raven black hair was always moving, making her look like she was constantly under the water. Without realizing it she stayed near to her twin brother, who had to have been as bright as she was dark. Kandajha was a nicely tanned boy, his hair the colour of liquid gold and his eyes blue enough to challenge the azure ocean. Unlike his twin, his hair remained stationary, and unlike his twin, he was actually pleasant to look at, with an expression of curiousity and joy at seeing all these strange new people.

Tell s'trees? The girl's voice flittered into Tyr's mind alone, causing the poor teenager to stiffen in shock, his cobalt eyes widening before fixing on the girl, making a note to avoid looking at her gaping eyesockets. Unable to find his voice, the boy merely nodded...and content by his motion, she turned her ever-bleeding eyes towards the group again, falling eerily silent.

"Strees!" The male twin suddenly cried out gleefully, clapping his hands together. He Loved stories! He didn't quite understand that they were scary stories, though.

However, his twin certainly did. And if one were to look close enough, they would see an almost cynister tweek to her deathly pale lips.