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 Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:17 pm
Suddenly, you awaken. You are alone. A look at your clock reveals it is midnight--outside the window, the full moon is dark; a streetlight flickers and dies. You feel eyes on your back, and you realize that someone is in your room. There is a soft mumbling, words unintelligible, monstrous--like an inhuman throat is trying to produce human words. Turning slowly, you see a dark shadow in a corner, rocking itself back and forth. Back and forth.
Any attempt to illuminate the monster is thwarted; the darkness of its corner is impenetrable. Your demon does not answer your calls. When you speak to the figure, it doesn't answer, unless there's a slight alteration in the unintelligible mumbling.
Finally, when you approach the shadow-monster, it vanishes.
There is no trace it was ever there.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 12:38 pm
It had hardly been two weeks since the initial summoning of the Siren and Cassandra was still coming to terms with what she had done. There was no regret mingled in with her thoughts as she lay awake at night. Just excitement, a dull ache knotted in her stomach to get events started. The butterflies were long gone replaced with bats, pounding at her insides every time she sensed the Siren, heard her angelic voice,the eerie voice that called out to her. She now understood why men sailed to their deaths at this alluring call. she herself couldn't help following the sound, until she found herself staring at the monster she had called upon.
The nausea she had first felt when peering at the beautiful face strapped to the Siren own daemonic features, which was little more than the flesh of another, had started to warn. Sure it still made her sick to her stomach, especially when the Siren pulled at its skin, tearing the decaying flesh bit by bit as it waited for Cassandra to command something, to accomplish what it had been bought her to do. Yet Cassandra had yet to get her head around the notion that this was indeed happening, and her plans had to be thought through before she ordered the Siren to complete her task.
After downing another glass of red wine Cassandra threw the pen she had clasped so tightly in her right palm down onto the writing desk in her room. Stacks of paper covered the antique as she grimaced at her work load. Just because she had summoned a daemon didn't mean deadlines disappeared. Squinting at the clock she could see it was already past 10.54pm, it was time for bed. She had left the Siren downstairs, staring at itself in a crisp clear mirror, its damp breath steaming up its image as it stared at the face upon its own. Cassandra had pondered if the face ever decayed enough to be useless to the Siren, did she replace this with an even more striking beauty to lure the weak into her grasp? She could only conclude that if that were true, she was in no danger of losing her own. She was hardly a beauty to entice men of any type, and she had a feeling that that was the Sirens main pulling power.
Quickly changing into an oversized t-shirt Cassandra crawled under the covers, flicking the table light off as she went. She had had enough of this day, she was going to sleep, peacefully, even if it meant popping those nice sleeping pills the doctor had given her. But the wine had made it presence very clear that night and by 11.13pm Cassandra was sound asleep.
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A cold sweat enveloped Cassandra as she woke with a start, a horrible feeling that it was morning already made her cry out with sheer frustration but a quick glance towards the window revealed that it was still very dark out. Turing to her bedroom clock she tried to focus on the green numbers the box held, 12.00am.
"for ******** sak-..." she trailed off as she stared past her clock into the corner of her room. she could see something, something moving in the corner, a mass to large to be a pile of clothes. Squinting at the shadow Cassandra fumbled about for her glasses, she could hardly see at the best of times so she wasn't going to convince herself it was anything until she could see. Peering back into the corner she took a double take of the form. There was indeed something there, and it wasn't only moving, she could hear it now, a low soft mumbling, but enough to raise the hairs on the back of her neck.
"Si...Siren?" She whispered, the panic in her voice was unmistakable but firm. How the hell did siren get in her room without her waking up when the door opened? She always closed it, and this was a door that didn't take kindly to be touched at all, the noises it made sounded as if it was to fall of its hinges at any moment, a task she was putting off till she could afford something better.
"Siren....Siren!" Her word becoming louder as she gritted her teeth. "This is a violation of my personal space! You know I don't want you in here!" She shouted at the form, its inaudible mutterings reflecting the sound of her tempered voice. Glaring at the mass Cassandra heaved herself forward for a brief second of the bed, pulling the cord of her bed side table down. It took a second to adjust to the sudden light but a shield palm soon help her focus back on the on the corner. Except she still couldn't see it.
The mass now was rocking back and forth more quickly than before, its mumblings no longer soft as it frantic whispers echoed further into Cassandra s ears. A surge of anger hit Cassandra like a blow to her head. "how dare it be in here" her mind muttered as she grabbed a pillow from behind. Jumping up she half walked half lunged at the mass with her feather weapon as she swept at its head, not quite sure what it would accomplish other than she wanted it done and done now. But the thud never came.
Nothing came as her actions sailed through open air.
Her pillow came into contact with the wall, knocking her off balance as she now stared at the very lit corner of her room. Wide eyed she stared, she knew something was there, she heard it...it was....was she? was she imagining it? was she still dreaming? No the sweat on her back felt real, the goosebumps prickled her skin. she was very very awake. Stepping backwards towards her bed Cassandra stared out into the corner, almost wishing for the being to return just so she could prove her self sane. But it didn't return, the house was silent, nothing moved. She was very much alone again in her room.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 10:12 pm
After a long, ridiculously stressful day, you're getting ready to take a shower. The water's already running, has been for a while, and the steam is just starting to fill up the bathroom. As you turn to step under the water, you notice an odd smell, and pulling back the curtain, you realize it's not water coming out of the showerhead, but blood...
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 9:34 am
Taking a deep breath Cassandra rubbed her hands through her overly greasy hair, a yawn escaping as she peered over the blacked rims of her glasses, she looked tired, no more than tired. she looked haggard, an old haggard women. The bathroom mirror reflected her image hazily as the room gathered steam from the shower head in the corner, the jet power option no longer working it force the water out of the pipes as if the machine was throwing up, the water stopping and starting as it tried to clear its system. a long day had passes and Cassandra felt it. Not having slept well the night before due to the supposedly mysterious shadow in her room, she had then gone onto having a shouting match with the Siren, positive it was something to do with the newly summoned being. Once the Siren had explained her side of the story which consisted of her howling at Cassandra and then screaming like a banshee for nearly an hour Cassandra had finally given in and accepted it couldn't have been her. But she wasn't imaging it, she hadn't been that drink, something had been in her room.
Pushing those thoughts to the back off her mind Cassandra began to peel off her clothes, kicking her shoes and stockings one way while throwing her blouse to the other, her bathroom floor becoming a mix of colours as she paraded around the tiled room lighting candles , being careful not to light anything else on the way, towel or herself included. This was her me time if it didn't cost so much to fill a bath she would be soaking away her troubles but the mood lighting and quick shower would have to do. The cell phone was off, siren had been placed in her newly adapted room with the thousand and one mirror collection for her distraction, or her entertainment, which ever one fitted Cassandra's mood for that night. Work tasks had been completed, well the ones that had the most threats behind them were anyway, it was time to relax.
Turning off the light Cassandra gingerly made er way to the bath tub, pulling off her glasses she squinted at the sink as she placed them on the side. the absent sound of falling plastic told her she could continue onwards to her shower safe in the knowledge her eyesight was a brief reach away. She was more or less bind without them, her world a mix of smudged colours and diminished light. Luckily you didn't need sight to wash yourself and the girl clambered in to the ivory coloured tub, her hands tracing the wet walls as she found the corner in which to stand and quickly began her regime of wash, rinse and repeat, her eyes tightly closed as the bubbled made their way down her face. She was oblivious to the overly pink bubbled that fell down of her body or the rich red water pooling at her feet. The water was warm and welcoming, she hadn't the sense to open her eyes just now. even as the irony smell lifted to her nose, her senses ringing alarm bells she put it down to the old plumbing system of her apartment block. If it wasn't rusting in this place it had already rusted and broken.
Rubbing the discount shampoo into her scalp the journalist made her worst mistake of the night. Opening her mouth to the warm water she intended to drink some, not often making the choice to drink the water produced in this place, it was a reaction she hadn't even concentrated on as she leant back and drank down the liquid. It caught at her throat making her cough as she realised it tasted nothing like water, even for this place, its bitter taste left her choking as she staggered back from the shower head. Opening her eyes she stared at her red walls, the shower head poring out the tainted water into the bath tub as she looked down at her own body, brining up her hands as she focused on her palms, they were an awful pink, red colour, a colour she really didn't want to see.
"Oh my god...oh my...god...uhhh, *cough-cough*." Reaching back for support Cassandra tried to grasp onto the soaked walls, her eyesight failing her as she tried to stable her shaking legs, a panicked hand leant out to grab her glasses, as the shower head deciding this was the perfect time to vomit more red hot blood into the room. Falling backwards Cassandra winded herself on the wall, the oxygen fleeing her lungs as she sunk back in to the bathtub, causing the red liquid to fold over in waves as she peered up at the shower. "Ow...owww.....uh..oh my god-.....siren....SIREN!" The name in which she didn't want to call out, was the closest thing she could think of as some sort of rescuer in this situation in another dimension it may of been a loving partners name, a family member, or a close friend, but no a daemonic spirit would hopefully come to her pleas.
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