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 Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:29 pm
Arith's memory stirred again. He looked at Liang and put on a puzzled smile. "I'm sorry..." he said, "Have we met?" To the others, he waved cheerfully. "Nice to meet you!"
Arith wasn't sure if he knew any horror stories. He could make some up but he'd need time to think. He hoped someone else wanted to go first!
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 5:54 am
(hah! Cookies for Noz for getting the reference!)
Taren shook his head and smiled shyly at the husky boy. “No it’s okay” he assured him, the boy had startled him but he would not be s rube as to make the boy feel bad about it. “Oh.” He looked proud at the reaction to the blue flame. He leaned in and hushed his voice a little “It’s magic powder.” He told them, althrough if someone of an older and educated nature had inspected the powder they would find a chemical compound not magic, quite harmless but causing a strong reaction when it came into contact with fire. But as he looked around again although people were talking no one seemed willing to go first in telling a ghost story. That really only left one person...he reached into the bag again and pulled out a handful of the powder. “People don’t have to tell a story if they don’t want to so I’ll go first.” Taren volunteered, after all he knew some of these stories off by heart.
Looking around once more he threw the dust into the flames making it flash blue. “This story is called The Butcher.” He began. Settling himself more comfortably into his seat he started his story. “Johnny was a ordinary boy. He went to school and although not popular he had a tight circle of friends. One day his mother come to him and told him ‘Johnny go and get some liver for dinner, Granny is coming for tea and it’s her favourite.” He paused looking round seeing if he had everyone’s attention and actually felt a little nervous with all those eyes on him, they scared him more than the story still he could only continue now so he did. “Johnny moaned and complained, he didn’t want t run the errand for his mother but eventually he agreed, everything might have been quite normal after that if he hadn’t spotted his friend on the way to the shop. His friend had just gotten a new video game and invited him to go round and play it. Johnny thought he had plenty of time so agreed and went with his friend.”
Again a pause letting the others around him try and figure out where the story was leading as he took a sip of his drink so when he spoke again his voice was stronger. “But Johnny did forget the time having to much fun with his friend, by the time he gets out and remembers about getting the liver all the shops are closed and its getting dark. But across the road is an old church and there is a funeral going on with an open casket. He runs across and finds no one on the church just the open coffin, he looks around and runs to the body, he is more afraid of his gran and mom than he is about the body so he gets a stick and stabs the body ripping it open and pulling out the liver before running home with it. His mum is mad he is late but forgives him when he gives her the liver. He then tells her he feels sick and goes to bed, when his mother cooks the dinner he says he is to sick to eat it so stays in bed. “ Taren was settled now really getting into his story. “Later that night Johnny is woken by a sound. Thump thump thump
.” And he created the sound effects too tapping his claws against the log he was on. “and a voice drifts to him “Johnny I want my liver back! Johnny I’m outside.” Johnny thinks that he might be imaging it but he tried to call out anyway, no one comes. “ He tapped his claws against the bark again creating the sound. “and again he hears the voice “Johnny I want mt liver back. Johnny I’m at your door.” By this time Jonny is really scared at this point and he pulls the covers over his head and prays for whatever it is to go away. But he hears the door slam. Bang! “Johnny I want my liver back, Johnny I’m in the hallway.” By this time he’s too terrified to even move an no matter how much he screams no one comes.” Thump thump thump on the wood. “Johnny I’m on the stairs, Johnny I want my liver back.” Thump thump thump. “Johnny I’m in outside your room, Johnny I want my liver back,” He hears the door open and close. “Johnny I’m By your bed, Jonny I want my liver back.” “Johnny GOTCHA!” He almost shouted the last bit looking round to see if he had been successful in making anyone jump, even more surprising since his voice rarely rose above soft conversation. “The next morning Johnny was found dead in his bed with his liver missing...And thats the end of my story.” Taren finished looking around shy once more he held out the bag a litte. “anyone else want to try.”
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