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 Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 12:09 pm
 *This thread is for the Disguise male only, if you're after the Wild Rose, please go to his proper thread.*
Rattling his chains through the fields of Nifleheim, the Disguise skulks in darkness! If you are interested in claiming him, you must appease us....by writing a *very* short but effective ghost story! No walls of text, the purpose of this is short and scary. Walls of text will be disqualified! OAO!! Write your entries here. :>
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 7:50 am
Niflheim, the land of the dead, the intimidating name echoes in the mind your mind even as you take your very first step within it's borders and before you the terrain stretches out for a distance unknown to you. No matter how hard you try to figure it out, no how matter how much you squint, you can't see that far, can you? It's dark here, exceedingly so, making you feel for a moment as though you might never see the sun again. Every little sound seems to cause your body to twitch unconsciously, as though awaiting a potential attack but the sounds remain just that, sounds. Regardless of the fact that you see nothing at the moment you know full well that out in that darkness there are so many dangers. In a land like this demons lurk around every turn, but like anyone worth their salt the call of adventure, and of treasure beyond your wildest dreams, draws you forth away from safer lands and into the unknown like a moth to a flame. What you can gain from this trip far outweighs all of the potential risks. Your mind arrogantly recalls all of the other dangerous situations you have been in since you set out as an adventurer, all the times you have come out on top, stronger for it. This would be like that time you think to yourself, you just have to be careful was all.
Each step you take has to be made just so, has to be completely quiet, so as not to draw the attention of the beasts of this land... Better that you get the drop on them instead of vice versa after all, getting in the first strike meant the odds were tipped in your favor but it would appear as though even the very lands of Niflheim itself is against you, dooming your trek first trek into the lands to fail. Beneath your boots, no matter how hard you try to remain stealthy, there is the crunching sound of dried grass which seems overly loud to your ears. Did everything for miles hear that sound? Or perhaps it is just your imagination? Surely it isn't really that loud? Right? You are just thinking on it to hard, that's all, you tell yourself in hopes of calming already frayed nerves. Concentrating so hard that every tiny thing would, of course, make even whispered sounds appear as a scream. It is nothing more then your nerves mixing with your over active imagination that has put you on edge. That must be it, your imagination.Just as the way that the shadows seem to be lengthening and reaching out toward you, moving as though they mean to drag you forever into the darkness, never to seen again, is just your imagination. Right? You continue to tell yourself as much with every step you take.
Then there is another sound but it seems to be a little distant, the sound of footsteps. So many thing race through your mind all at once of who, or what, it could be. A friend? That would be nice but you realize that you never told your allies where you were headed. A foe seems more likely but where is it? What is it? How powerful? Has it seen you? All these questions and more flood your mind but you have no answers for any of them. You want nothing more at this point then to turn around and head back, to pretend that you had never come here, that it was all just a mistake, just a wrong turn on your way to greener pastures. You realize you could be somewhere so much safer right now. Perhaps, even now, you could be sitting in a warm inn with friends eating good food, sharing stories, playing games. Anywhere but here would be nice, after all who wanted to traverse the lands of the dead alone? You turn around, deciding that you have already spent far more time here alone then you would have liked when another sound reaches your overly sensitive ears, something that sounded like... the rattling of chains? Now you know your imagination is playing tricks on you, making you hear chains of all things, as though finding yourself in the most cliche of ghost stories.
As quickly as you can go, without outright running away with your tail between your legs, you make your way toward the border but that sound, it seems to following you, seems to be catching up, and the rattling of metal against metal is all you can hear now. Don't turn around, you tell yourself this over and over again, as though to look would acknowledge the presence of the creature that is surely following at your heels. To do so, to acknowledge the creature, would give it all the power it wanted over you. Don't turn around, don't look back, just keep going it becomes your mantra, saying it over and over again in your head. There, in front of you, you can see it, the bridge that will take you out of Nifleheim and to safety. You are almost there! just a few more steps now and this ill planned venture will be over! Next time you tell yourself, next time will be different, you will bring friends along, better supplies, better weapons, a map, you will be prepared for this place.
Even as you think all of this to yourself your curiosity gets the better of you, the need to know what has been shadowing you. It is a terrible idea and yet still you find yourself making that critical mistake... you've looked over your shoulder, when you were but mere steps away from the bridge and safety, and you see it. You have heard the rumors, even know this particular creature by name. Knowing doesn't help you though, it won't save you, instead it fills your mind with what sort of creature this is, what it's powers are like, what it is capable of. Realizing your grave mistake in looking back you tell yourself to look away, to run, but you know, as your gaze meets with the dark eyed gaze of the demon behind you, that it's far to late...
(( I hope this isn't considered a wall. Ended up a little longer then intended. ^_^;;; ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 12:50 pm
"That's your ball, darling."
"My ball?"
"Yes, your ball. Go ahead, my boy."
"I'mma good boy."
"You are, you are! Do you love Mommy?"
"My ball."
"Do you love Mommy, baby?"
"Mommy, my ball."
"Can Mommy play?"
"My ball!"
"Yes! Can Mommy play too?"
"My ball."
"All yours. Do you love Mommy?"
"Mine, mine~!"
"Do you love Mommy, baby?"
But the clairvoyant straightened. His voice changed back.
"He's gone."
The woman only leaned down and picked up the ball. She stroked its patch-worn surface, whispering to herself.
"Mommy still loves you, my boy."
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 12:19 pm
I HAVE STORY I WAS AT HOME
I WAS GO TO SLEEP WHEN TIRED
BUT WAKE UP BECAUSE AT DOOR!!!
I GO TO DOOR!! I OPEN NOBODY WAS THERE!!!
IT WAS FONE
lolno
Something drew him up from the deepest reaches of sleep, but slowly. So slowly, in fact, that he didn't quite realize he was awake at all at first. The creaks and groans that had woken him had stopped.. His apartment always made noises, he'd come to understand that. Given the age of the building, the occasional unsettling moan from wind through the high eaves was to be expected.
This, though...
He'd never heard anything like these.
He sat up in bed, casting a bleary eye about his bedroom. Everything exactly where he left it, door still shut tight, mounds of yet-to-be-washed laundry and papers turned to crumpled forms and slicks of ice in the pale blue light of his digital clock, next to the bed. It read 2:32 A.M.
He threw himself out of bed, stumbling past his computer and the desk it sat on his way to the only door in the room, the one that led to the living space. Somewhere in a pile of clothes, a textbook hid, and he stubbed his toe hard. Yelping, he hopped up and down. As the pain died down, he turned his attention from his throbbing foot and looked to the door. It was locked, just as he left it. Normally, this sufficed to calm him when he woke from nightmares, as he started to assume was the case now.
Something had seemed so strange about those noises, though... Something wrong, but strangely familiar.
He had just turned from the door when another creak, really more of a squeak, rolled quietly through the house, and he froze. The groan of floorboards under pressure sounded immediately after. His stomach turned to ice and every hair on his body stood stick-straight as he realized where the noises came from, as he drew the connection between the familiarity and the strangeness. The din that had woken him up started again.
It was every single door in his apartment opening and closing, one after the other, as someone walked between them.
Oh, s**t.
The groans turned to footsteps as something approached him.
Ohshitohshitohshit the phone's out there nobody else is around.
BIG footsteps. Heavy. Knocking the coffee table that stood not ten feet from his bedroom door aside, the sounds of magazines fluttering and a glass candle's jar shattering as they hit the floor.
Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitnonononono
Like thunder now, what sounded like boots wrapped in boots slamming on the floor. Heavy breathing directly outside his door. He stumbled back, bumping into his bed, backing into the corner.
Pleasdon'tcomein
And then knocking. Slowly at first, big, heavy fists that rang on the door, one right after the other. Alternating slams, speeding up until they were practically rolling on the flimsy wood that they could no doubt tear to pieces if they wanted.
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S RIGHT PLEASE DON'T
The door finally gave, flying inward and smashing against the wall. The opening into his apartment was so dark that he almost hoped nothing was there, that he was hallucinating, until he realized whatever stood on the other side was blocking the entire portal. It brought its twisted face down, sunken eyes glowing red above tombstone teeth.
“Hi.”
With resignation, he sobbed, “Please don't... no... Don't come in...”
The thing didn't quite move as much as it did warp every time he blinked, like some twisted stop animation bringing new frames into view. It towered over him, stood all around him.
He screamed, yes. When the police arrived at 2:46 A.M., nothing was left but a smear.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:54 pm
Crash! Thump!The little girl whimpered softly and clung to her little ragdoll. She shuddered under her covers, unsure of whether or not she should go wake her mommy and daddy. There was a man outside her window. Now, most people would think nothing of this....except the bedroom was on the second floor. The man noticed her looking and smiled. Something about it scared her. The smile wasn't right, it wasn't....normal. She scrunched her eyes closed tightly as the window creaked slowly open. The man was tall and seemed to bend in unnatural ways as he entered the child's room. Ignoring the girl, he slithered down the hall until he reached her parents room. The quiet of the night was shattered by screams and the unearthly sounds of crunching, sucking, and popping. Then the quiet came again. The man left the same way he came in, blood painting his lips dark red as he once again smiled at the girl. The neighbors came running, drawn by the screams of both parents and a little later by the cries of an upset child. When they checked the parents room, all that was left of them were a few bone fragments and random slivers of skin. The neighbors, as well as the police repeatedly asked her, "Who did this?" All she said was "Slenderman," over and over as the answer to their questions. ((Learn more about Slenderman here))
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 12:27 pm
Waking was probably the hardest and worst thing to do. The day had been normal, sunny and bright, friends talked, errands we're run. It wasn't like he was expecting to die today, he had so much to live for.
It started with the crash, the crunching of metal and bone's as he car was rammed from the driver's side by a semi. It was a blur after that, hospitals, lights and something...as he was pulled from the car, something black hovered over him, stroking his body like it was a possession to collect.
He had only woken once in the E.R. blinded by bright lights and the blurry sounds of people before his counsice faded. So when he woke, it was hard. He felt like his heart was being ripped from his body, like his soul was being shredded. The pain was excruciating. When he woke, he woke looking down at his bruised and bloody body. The only thought's in his head we're that he had died and he was moving on.
But no, it was something far worst then that. As he ventured away from his body, farther and farther, attempting to phase through the walls so he could explore, he felt a tug inside him. It hurt, did souls hurt? It hurt so much the farther he got away, when he couldn't stand from the pain anymore he moved back. Relieved from the pain, he could only think that he wasn't dead after all, just in a coma. He slowly headed back to his room, not noticing that figure that followed him, crawling along the roof, the disfigured shadow keeping his hungry gaze on the soul.
The closer he got to his body though, the faster the figure moved, crawling like a wraith behind the man, circling from the roof to the ground and back to the roof as if aggravated. His body was in sight now, the pain forgotten as if it hadn't happened at all and the black shadow that followed him disappeared. The only sign that it had to affecting the man was a chill on the man's soul, a instinctual wariness that had him looking from his lifeless form to behind him.
Shrugging, he hesitated to look at his lifeless form. He head turned slowly, straight into the once closed eyes of himself, they we're opened now, staring at him in return. A small jolt ran through him. That's not the color of my eyes...black instead of his pale blue, watching him, a small smile formed on his own body as it sat up, What's wrong with my face???... reaching out to the shocked and stiff soul. His body's, His physical hand passed right through his soul, followed by a sickening crunch, a sound he could register and a pain so explainable it felt like when he first woke. He looked down at his soul's body and watch with odd fascination as his moving body pull something out of him, blood stained the hands as he ripped out with a twist what looked like a organ and brought it to his mouth...My mouth.., biting in to it like it was a apple, the juice spilling down his former body's lips. It smiled at him, red teeth...black eyes. "Mortem corporis non est ita dulce sicut mors animae. Tellus." was all he heard as he collapsed on the ground, he watch in agony as his soul was devoured into madness.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 5:06 pm
We’ve been in this house for a year now. This is our first winter here though and it’s a lot harsher than I thought it would be…the crops keep getting frost bitten and when you have five growing young boys to feed all by yourself…well, it’s a bit rough.
The fact that I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately doesn’t help either. I’m sure it’s just the wind but…but when I’m tired it sounds like a woman’s voice is whispering to me. “I still love you,” she says “I’ll always love you darling.” You’d think that wouldn’t be something that would keep a grown man from sleeping but…but it feels like she is breathing on my ear when she whispers but when I turn around of course no one is there.
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Tonight my second youngest son came in to sleep with me. He was so cold, and when he breathes it sounds raspy. I think it might be pneumonia...but I really hope I’m wrong. I’d told them they shouldn’t go outside when it was snowing but I suppose boys will be boys. Besides, this experience has been at least three times as hard as it is for me. They’ve been talking about their mom a lot lately, saying they miss her, asking when she’ll come back.
Poor boys. I told them the same thing I told them when she passed away that day on…on…
Huh. You’d think I’d remember the day my wife died. Haha…I guess I’m more tired than I thought. I should probably turn off the light and sleep.
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I woke up this afternoon on the couch. I have no memory of getting there. This is the second time this has happened…
I never used to sleep walk when I was younger. Why am I doing it now? Is it something about this house? This place? Or…oh. It looks like the neighbors were here! That explains it. They must have come by and in my sleep-dazed state I let them in and promptly fell back asleep on the couch. That’s why I don’t remember it. Haha, I never was a morning person…
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The neighbors…they’re terribly wonderful people; they know how hard times are up here in the north and have stopped by every month or so to give us the extra meat from their slaughter. I tell my boys to thank them when they show up with the food but they always look at me like I’m speaking in another language. I know I taught them please and thank you! How hard is it to say?!
Ah perhaps they’re a bit shy of them. Yeah that’s probably it. They’ve gotten so timid lately. I’m thinking it’s probably the cold but…ah who knows what goes on in kids’ minds.
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I went into the kitchen to see my boys sitting at the table, ravenously eating meat off a platter. It was white and…really tender looking. Was it pig? No…the bones for it seem…a bit too large…maybe it was a wild boar. Those get rather large don’t they?
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Before I could sit down at the table my youngest one rushed me, tears in his eyes. “Where’s Johnny daddy? Where’d he go?” He pointed to the empty chair at the table. “He was with me last night!”
Johnny? Johnny is…is it his teddy bear? It has to be. I told him I’m sure he was upstairs and just hiding in his sheets. He (and even his brothers!) stared at me like I was talking in another language. What was with these boys?!
I took the empty chair and put it in the other room…by another chair. Where were these extra chairs coming from? Did the neighbors bring them? We only had five chairs when we got here…didn’t we?
Ugh. My head hurts…but I should probably go out to see if I can find any game for us to eat when the neighbors’ generous portion of meat runs out. It was half of what they gave last time so it will probably only last half as long.
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Another rough day, another empty handed hunt, and an even rougher night…and we’re not even halfway through the winter. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of voices in my ear…“I still love you,” they said in tandem and then “I’ll always love you darling,” and “daddy”. So strange isn’t it? You’d think that wouldn’t be something that would keep a grown man from sleeping but…ah well I shouldn’t dwell on it I guess. The weather seems like it’s letting up and maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to go out and find something to feed my four hungry boys…oh. It looks like my second youngest son can’t sleep tonight…
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 7:27 pm
It was storming again as she booted up the computer, the house was empty again as usual. The quiet hum of the computer was the only other noise besides the rain. The girl had gotten used to being alone since her parents had vanished, not even the police could figure out what had happened. They had been cleaning around the house while she was at school and then had gone without leaving and traces before she got home.
A few hours had passed as she worked on replying to emails and typing up a college essay. The rain was coming down at a pace not even the devil could have foreseen. In between the loud pits and pats on the window, a low creak rang through the house. It sounded as if it came from the house's core but the girl could not hear it. She switched quietly through the pages of her essay as she heard a loud crash of thunder and lightening. "I hope the computer stays on.... I really don't want to retype all this..." She typed a little faster and worked on the editing as another creak rang through the house's walls.
Soft footsteps followed the creak as she hummed to herself. She spun around in her chair for a moment. A small shadow moved across the floor quickly, the girl stopped spinning and looked around. It was too dark for a shadow to be that thick. "Hello?" The chair spun around quickly, she screamed and held onto it tightly. It stopped while facing the computer as the screen flashed pictures of places she had never seen before.
She screamed again as a loud noise shrieked through the room. The screen turned black as the clock struck midnight. A small crack appeared in the screen as the girl held her head in her hands. The chair spun quickly again and stopped, sending the girl flying across the room. Visions went through her mind as the crack in the screen spread to the wall behind it. She opened her eyes, it was darker than before now. She walked until she hit something that felt like glass.
She looked through it and screamed as she saw her body sitting in front of her. She was in the computer, or so she thought. Her body smiled as it changed, her hair turning a pale blonde and eyes fading to a grey. She screamed again as the body turned the screen off, sending her falling and falling into the abyss. She never hit the ground, there were no signs of her ever existing.
"Thank you for playing~"
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