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 Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:43 am
   Name of Nightmare: Simge
Fear: Symbols
Home: Wanderer
NM's Personality:
Name of Human: Ayla
Human's History: When she was young her parents had to travel on business a lot often staying overnight. Because of this she had a regular babysitter, Sarah. One night when she was seven Sarah took her to a party outside in rocky open area where Sarah left her to talk to friends. Ayla found some odd looking rocks that had been carved into. While she looked closer at them one of the people ofered her a tablet which she took causing her to hallucenate and made her think the symbols were evil and wanted to harm her. Sarah didn't find her till the next morning, Ayla didn't tell her parents and they didn't notice but she has grown stedily worse ever since.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:53 pm
 More about the human....
Name: Ayla
Age: 18
Alias: Kranna
Curently: A student at university
Full history or fear: When she was young her parents had to travel on business a lot often staying overnight. Because of this she had a regular babysitter, Sarah who would stay over with her and take her to her aunts during the day. One night when she was seven Sarah got their coats and told her she was going to a party and if she was a good girl Ayla could come too. Excited at the thought of going to a grown up party she pulled on her coat and followed Sarah outside. It was a long walk up into the hills behind her house before they reached a rocky open area where several people were already, huddled around a fire, there Sarah sat her down and walked off to talk to friends. Ayla watched all the people for a while before growing bored and found herself wandering over to some odd looking rocks. They were broken and crumbling but the carvings on them were still visible, winding and looping together. Ayla recognised them as celtic patterns from when they had drawn them at school. However in places it looked like somone had carved into the rock fairly recently, atop the anchent carving were smiley faces and names and other symbols. While she looked closer at them a laughing girl fell down just beside her, Ayla rused over and tried to help them up but they just lay limp with a creepy grin on thier face, after trying for the third time to help her the girl held out somthing white and small telling her to free herself as well. Ayla took it unsure what the girl ment untill she laughed and said it was a sweet. Putting it in her mouth and swallowing Ayla began to feel a bit scared running back towards the fire she searched for Sarah, the wold seemed to slow down she was running so fast but Sarah wasn't anywhere. Everyone was talking so loudly she had to run away. Ayla found herself back at the carved rock where she colapsed staring up at the patterns, they were no longer patterns though they were alive, twisting towards her. Ayla wanted to run but her legs wouldn't listen. The shapes seemed to form menicing faces which laughed evily as they reached out to steal her away and take her into the dark forest and she knew she would never get home again. That was where Sarah found her the next morning, eyes open staring at the rock and shaking volently, when she picked the girl up Ayla clung to her but didn't speak or respond.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 7:16 am
Diary Entry 1 I don't normaly keep diary's, well at least I start them but soon forget about it. It's five in the morning though and no one else is home so I'm going to tell you what happened.
I woke up but didn't know why, there didn't seem to be any loud noise and no one would be home for another week. So I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, waiting to fall asleep again. My room is painted in a cream colour and people always ask why I have no pictures up and why everything is plain not patterned, I normaly just fob them off with some excuse.
However something happened tonight, I rolled over to face the wall and I swear it was there. Those shapes stared back at me in mocking, they twisted towards me wanting to drag me down into some darkness. I wanted to scream, to run, to fight against it but I couldn't. It's coils wraped around me tighter and tighter, I couldn't breath and all the while a cruel laguh echoed around my head.
Finaly my voice came back, I screamed I don't know how long for but when I came to my senses I was lying in the middle of my room shaking. Why should I be scared of my own dreams, there is already too much terror in my waking life. My fear wont let go of me....
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