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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 7:00 pm
 Welcome!
You find yourself standing in the first of four strange looking houses on the corner of this dark street--and you ask yourself, "Why?" This place looks pretty dangerous, right? But have no fear! In fact, the person who guards this house is going to give you a special treat--if you can perform a trick, that is. In fact, all four houses will give you a special treat if you can complete their different tasks. And, at the end of the event, if you've completed all four tasks, and gained all four treats, then you'll have a chance at winning the grand prize! So, get your flashlights and pillow cases ready! It's time to TRICK-OR-TREAT!!!!!!
Rules
1. All shop rules apply.
2. No whining, cheating, stealing, etc.
3. HAVE FUN!
THE HOST OF THIS HOUSE IS: ANIIRA!
Go to the next post to see what kind of trick I'm wanting you to do.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:20 pm
In order to win my treat (the caramel-apple candy pictured above), you have to perform a special trick.
This trick is: Tell me a scary story! This does not have to be original, but it is preferred that the story is YOUR OWN. The story can be in story form, poem form, haiku form, art form, however you want it, just as long as I can tell what happened! When I deem that your story is worthy, I'll put the candy in your post. When you collect all four candies from all four houses, you'll be entered in the drawing for the grand prize!
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 9:26 am
Username: dawns_aura
Story:
A temple to your beauty, love
the hand that layed the stone
A picture of your splendor, love
eyes blinded by your radiance
A perfect sacrifice upon your altar, love
the heart that beat only for you
Will you now deny me?
I'd do anything for your love.
The poem written in blood accompanied an ominous looking box. A single hand raised as if to cover her face, dropping the blood-red rose. She didn't want to know, but a morbid curiousity compelled her.
A trembling hand peeled the tape from the top of the box and she lifted the flaps. A hoarse cry was wrung from her throat. Staring back at her from the top of the box... The eyes were her own.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:13 am
Username: Caffeinecraving Story: poem... Eyes of terror and teeth of gore. Pain and suffering leave you sore. Life and death entwined to one. Hunting as the night turns light. Really he is a frightening sight. And a scream of terror split the dawn. Happy were the days of light. Curse that vampire's treacherous plight Now the morning is left for the sun. ((lol... this is an attempt... ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 11:43 am
The Necromancers Tale The moon it did shine brightly upon the granite stones. They stood in rows quite tightly And sent chills throughout your bones. Her memories were hazy Fore she couldn't quite recall She thought she might be crazy And her skin held a deathly pall Despite her blurry Vision She saw him standing there quite tall A man whose arm held an incision And she had an inkling to crawl Yes come to me my dear Spoke the man, whose blood still ran There is nothing here for you to fear This is my master plan In life you were above me His words they pierced her ears But in your death I guarantee You'll be mine for several years
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 4:01 pm
Username: She-Ra of Etheria Story: The Funeral Director's Assistant Driving back from a late night call A body in the back of the hearse When a sudden rain beginning to fall Could this night get any worse? Heading back to the funeral home For there was much work left to do From the body came a small moan This was quite normal for them to do She thought nothing of it as she continued on home The sound had been heard on many other calls When a hand touched her shoulder bone She jumped, the car swerved and began to fall Down a cliff the car did plummet Driver and passenger screamed together Then the car crashed into the lower summit And everything went black altogether When morning came the police were all around And her fellow funeral directors and those from the news Two bodies lay beside the car on the ground Covered in blood and many a bruise For the crash had killed the driver and the one she hauled The coroner stood over the young woman and said “Take this as a lesson to you all, Be sure the one you pick up is indeed dead.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 4:29 pm
Username: Darkmoon Dancer Story: StuckStruggle! The one word that echoes loudest in my mind. There are others like: kick, scream, flail. But only one even comes close and it sounds as a low bass, reverberating inside of my skull. It pounds to the point of hurting. Escape... it whispers to me, deep and haunting. I wiggle, and try to pull my limbs free, but all I end up doing is beckoning her. There she is now, creeping closer and closer. Her hairy legs send a shiver up my spine, similar to the one I must have sent up the line. Her hungry jaws snap together, menacing. And her many eyes stare down at me, laughing. She's almost upon me! Quick! Struggle! Escape...But there is nothing to be done, she's standing over me now, prodding at me with her sticky feet. I will not stop fighting, even though it is futile. I shouldn't have flown straight into her trap, her Webweave.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 5:42 pm
Username:YamiBakuraChan Story:Shadows haunting an unseen path their echoes flowing through the bath although one sees such numbers grow at such a rate one cannot know. Unforeseen paths looming lower lower that one one path may know by which one one comes one cannot grow. The branches reaching but cannot be seen for their reasons one cannot shine for their reasons one cannot climb. All's lost if one dispairs all is lost if one cannot compare likelyhood to all that is lost cannot compare to the likelyhood one might dispair. Do not fret shadowy one for it is not the end of naught one might come back one might spend eternity living In anothers dispair.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 6:58 pm
Username:Awesome pigtails Story:Little children,little beasties, Let me tell you a tale, It's about a dreadful monster Who sings like a nightingale... He would sing his victims Gently to sleep And then drink their blood In a well 10 feet deep. And some villagers Would often disappear. Only one survived and lived to tell the tale to a willing ear. It was about a bloody well about 10 feet deep and horrible noises Coming from its depth. It mimicked it's victims voices With a howling despair... Little children,little beasties Let me tell you a tale It's about a dreadful monster Who sings like a nightingale...
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 3:23 am
Username: C.h.e.s.hi.r.e Story: A young dark haired boy walked through the forest humming a tune as he did. It was relatively cold out and as a breeze passed through he gathered his cloak around for warmth. He had been to his friend's house for the evening and was making his way back home via a shortcut through the forest. On most days he wouldn't dare go near the forest but it was still quite light out and he needed to get home before dinner. If he was late again it would be another whipping and that was far worse than a couple of creepy trees. As the boy walked further into the forest, it seemed as if the sun was being choked by the trees themselves. To say the least, it was not a very friendly looking place. He stopped for a moment and peered into the leering darkness. Did he dare continue? Should it really be this dark? The boy was a little frightened by the darkness but continued on. After about five minutes the boy heard something. It sounded like a little girl crying. Up ahead he could see what appeared to be a small clearing, and light. Wait! Was that the moon? Oh no, surely it wasn't possible. He hadn't been int he forest more than thirty minutes! Come to think of it, he should have made it out by now. He was about to turn and run back the way he had come when the little girl called out to him. "Jeffrey!" How did she know his name? He didn't hang out with girls, they had cooties! As much as he wanted to run, he couldn't seem to keep himself from walking forward. What was this? Why couldn't he control his own body? He looked down to see where his feet were going and saw the little girl. "Mary?" He whispered. Could it be? But, she had died! Two years ago when the fever spread. No, it couldn't be possible it was all a dream, a very very bad dream. "Jeffrey, what's wrong? Why don't you come to your sister?" He looked at her then. Really looked at her. It had to be her, it was her face, her hair, her age and even her eyes. What had happened to her? She looked like skin and bones. Like one of the emaciated cats that wandered the streets. Jeffrey started crying then. He had thought he'd lost her forever. Quickly he dropped his cloak and hugged her. The second he touched Mary he knew he had made a mistake, but it was too late. The girls eyes went red and he knew that whatever she was now, it wasn't human. And it was definitely not his sister. The creature grabbed her brother and began tearing limb from limb and the boy only had a second to scream before his life was ended. The next day his cloak was found in the forest only a few minutes away from home. Jeffrey and his sister however, were never seen again. (((Lol just something I thought of as I typed. Sorry if it's horrible)))
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 5:10 pm
Username: Velveteen Angel
Story:
It started with a sob, and ended with a scream,
it hurt to hear it, it hurt worse to leave.
Turn away, turn away, pretend you don't see,
lies, lies, you don't need to believe.
Blood on the wall, tears on the floor,
you don't want to hear anymore.
Press your head to the pillow and close your eyes,
liar, liar, those shrieks are lies.
When he come to the door, there's a knife in his hand,
he looks at you and you understand.
It could be you, it should be you, so stay silent little girl
you could stay something, do something, it makes your toes curl.
Liar, liar, that monster's not your father,
Liar, liar, he didn't kill your mother.
let your lies comfort you tonight,
it's all you have when out goes the lights.
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