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 Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 12:34 pm
 Oh my.
Lately, Mia had been bothered by the sound of crying carrying from next door.. Upon investigation (and use of her ability to see the supernatural) she discovered that this pair of twins had been brutally murdered in the house some time ago. Their family moved away after the incident as the murderer was never found... nor were the bodies of the children.
Clearly their souls were unable to find rest, and they now need a safe haven where they won't get exorcised, as they don't want anyone harm.
HOW THIS WORKS:
*There are two prompts, one for the boy, one for the girl.
*You can enter for both, but win only one.
*This contest is completely free, but as the kids are dead they won't grow and cannot breed.Prompt One This one is for the girl. Tell me a horror story - the scarier the better. As long as it's your own work, I don't care what it's about. ;D I like monsters, ghosts, demons.. I'm a big horror fan, so indulge me. <3
Prompt Two For the boy, I want you to tell me who killed the children, how, and why. I mean, who would be twisted enough to kill two sweet children in their beds? What did the murderer do with the bodies? Contest will run from today (Oct 27th) until Nov 5th, 5:00PM EST Nov 10th, 5:00PM EST.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 3:15 pm
Doopadoop PROMPT 2
The woman was once beautiful. Of course, she'd allowed herself to become lost in recent years, as she stalked the man she loved. He'd born children with another woman, and she watched. She followed them and watched them grow to be like her, like the woman that stole her lover from her all that time ago. They were disgusting looking children, undeserving of their father's love. Undeserving to be his children. Only she was beautiful enough, smart enough, kind enough and loving enough to be his wife and mother of his children. She had to remedy the problem.
She toiled the issue, coming up with a plan. She waited for her opportune night, and one came. Both her love and the harlot who stole him were exhausted, drunk. They fell asleep and were in a deep stupor quickly. The woman entered a window in the kitchen, picking up a large blade, sharp enough to cut these unwelcome children out of her life. Quietly, she went up the stairs grinning, finding the room of the girl first.
The little girl slept peacefully, a small cherubic smile gracing her lips. The woman pinned the girl's arms and stabbed her in the left eye in a quick motion. The body beneath her came awake with a start and a cry of pain, and she began thrashing, trying to free herself and cradle the injured eye. The woman stabbed again on the girl, beneath her ribcage. She brought her knife down on the girl until she stopped trying to cry out and her heart ceased to beat.
The woman stood up and wiped her bloodied hands on her dress. She'd have to wash out her fur. The kids annoyed her even in death! She looked across the hall to where the boy rested. He appeared a lighter sleeper than his darling sister, awake before she finished bringing the knife down onto his back. He groaned and started bucking, much like the girl, but stronger and harder. His demon eyes glared at her and she stabbed him in the shoulder. She could not allow such a wild boy to be the child of her beloved. She jabbed him between the lungs with her blade, causing the boy to choke wildly on his blood. She stabbed again and again, as she did with the girl, until his heart too, ceased beating.
She grabbed the boy's limp and dripping body up by his sweater. It was surprisingly heavy, but she was strong enough. She would be strong enough for anything. She went back to the girl's room and picked her body up similarly. She knew what to do now. She stole a clean bedsheet from the closet and wrapped the two anthro children. With her morbid bundle she exited the house unseen.
She traveled back to her home, which she made deep in the woods. She unwrapped the children, and brought her knife to their fur and flesh again, to hack them to pieces. The children needed to be deconstructed, unmade. So she could have her lover, have him the proper children. His little harlot would be taken care of too, of course. And with that woman cast aside, he would be all her again. She held each limb of the children gingerly, placing each piece back in the stolen sheet. She buried them in various places throughout the forest, and washed herself when her task was finished.
Soon, her love would be hers again...
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 10:04 am
PROMPT 2 Er... 1 A single streetlight flickered, attempting to illuminate the shadowed alley with its inconsistent and fading light. A torn plastic bag and tattered newspaper danced in a shadowed corner, the chilling breeze twirling them in a lonely waltz. Sound flowed from the mouth of the alley, traffic noises, chatter from a run-down bar, the hydraulic hiss of a bus's doors opening, but none of it registered by the young girl huddled, shivering, in the furthest, darkest corner. She appeared barely in her teens, with tattered clothes that were barely enough to keep her decent, yet alone warm. A threadbare blanket of an indeterminate brown draped her head and shoulders in a vain attempt to conserve some body heat as she did her best to huddle out of the wind. A heavy, uneven gait drew her attention to the mouth of the alley, where a large and obviously very drunk man had just stumbled in. She did her best to hide behind a far too small cardboard box, but apparently he was not quite drunk enough to miss her. "Hey you!" he slurred. "Wa'cha doin o'er ther?" She looked up, unable to help herself. It was going to happen again. She'd tried to hide, she'd been a good girl, but no matter what she did it always happened again. she began to shiver from more than cold. "No! Go away! Don't... just leave me alone!" The man started in surprise at the thin but still pretty face and the high voice, beautiful even as it cracked with fear and disuse. "Hey! Y're not bad! C'mere, doll, daddy gi'you sum'mn nice." he leered, moving towards her more steadily now that he was focused. She shrieked and tried to run past him, but his hand shot out with surprising speed and caught her wrist, and her cries went unheard. He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. "Be a good li'l girl and daddy'll be re~al nice t'you, eh?" "No! You don't understand! Please, no!" She struggled with all her might, but between the cold and her malnutrition, she had little strength. "Please." she whispered one last time, sounding defeated, resigned almost. Ignoring her pleas, the man began to run his hands over her hungrily, no longer seeing her, but just a body for his pleasure. ***** Sirens cried as an ambulance arrived at the scene. Flashing lights illuminated the bag and paper, still dancing their lonely dance in a corner, unknowing witnesses to the bloody death that had occurred just across from them. Blood splattered the alley and pooled under the broken body that lay crumpled in a corner. "This is just sick." One cop commented to his partner. "Who could do something like this." "Hey, we have a fingerprint!" a detective cried out. Everyone smiled. Maybe they'd actually catch this one. ***** "Surely there's some mistake." The lab tech murmured to herself, as she ran the print a second time, as if it could have changed in the short time since she first ran it. It was a good, clear print. There should be no mistake. But the result was the same. The print belonged to Georgia Mason, a young girl that had been brutally raped and murdered by her father a few months ago. She was dead and buried, how could her print have been at the crime scene? ***** In an alley, a few miles from where a young man had been violently murdered, a young girl huddled, shivering, in the furthest, darkest corner. She wore tattered clothes that were barely enough to keep her decent, yet alone warm. A threadbare blanket of an indeterminate brown draped her head and shoulders in a vain attempt to conserve some body heat as she did her best to huddle out of the wind. She rocked back and forth, arms wrapped around her legs, as if to keep her meager body heat... or something else... in. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused as she chanted her personal mantra, to low for anyone else to have heard even if someone had been there. "Don't wanna kill. Don't wanna kill. Don't wanna kill..." For a moment her eyes cleared, dull grey shifting to faintly glowing red, and a dangerous smile graced her lips. "But they will come for you, like he did. I came to your call then, I took you away, and now you are mine. You will bring them to me, his kind, and I will feast." Red dulled once more to grey, and she squeezed her eyes closed as tears began to run down her cheeks. "Don't wanna kill. Don't wanna..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:30 am
Prompt 2 I'm not much good at making up scary stuff, and I'm so spiritually dense that I don't have any ghost stories of my own to share. I do have a few related to me by my best friend though. I'm gonna tell three of the ones I remember best.
First off, I have to describe where she's lives. It's country, with a lot of open fields, tall grass, mesquite trees, and barbed wire fences. It's just off the single stretch of road that runs through the area, and a few houses down from a four-way stop where the only streetlight for miles around is located. It gets pitch-black around there at night, and is a great place to watch the stars. They've got neighbors, but they're spaced pretty far apart.
Her grandparents originally bought the land and build the house on it. I don't remember how far back it was, but used to the land was settled by Native Americans. Whether they lived on the land my friend's grandparents bought or not, I don't know. Right now all they've got are some kennels where her grandmother breeds small dogs, but they used to have horses and there's still a lean-to stable and a large circular enclosure that you pen horses in. All they own are the dogs. Their neighbors to the right own cattle that sometimes hang around the barbed wire fence next to their driveway, but that's all the livestock there is around.This first story experience happened quite a while back, and has been sighted by her, her mom, and her grandma. (Her grandpa is dead, died when she was just a baby.) This was after they'd owned horses, their last one having died of old age some time ago. There's an old horse lean-to a little ways back on their land, past the driveway, house, and dogs, though you can see it from the driveway. It didn't always happen, but sometimes at night, when they were outside checking on the dogs or returning home from something, they'd see a pair of glowing red eyes coming from the lean-to. Now there's nothing out there to reflect light, otherwise they'd have always seen the glowing. The eyes were also too high up to belong on a coyote. And they'd often see a dark shape moving around the lean to, always big and black like a shadow, darting around like an animal though they could never figure out what. They only tried once to investigate those red eyes, but they just vanished without a trace when they tried to approach. To this day the eyes can still appear, though a lot less frequently than they used to. The second story happened to my best friend. She rode the bus to school, and would wait at the end of her driveway for the bus to show up. On this particular day it was pretty quiet. The sky was the pale-blue of pre-dawn, it was pleasantly warm and a touch humid, and there wasn't a bit of breeze at all. She was just standing there, waiting, when behind her she hears a noise. It sounded like the gentle clop of hooves and the creaking of carriage wheels on cobblestone. Now their driveway is made of gravel. Once it reaches their house it extends a little further back onto the land as cobblestone, but that was quite a while ago and most if it is either gone or buried under grass. There's just a single chunk of exposed brick left, a small patch that butts right up this ditch cutting through their land that's easily wide and deep enough that you can't just jump across it. So anyway my friend is just standing there and listening, and the sound is slowly getting louder like it's coming up the driveway towards her. She doesn't move to look around, and oddly it doesn't freak her out. The sound approaches until it's right behind her, then she feels this cool breeze (remember, it's a still day) brush against her as the sound passes her. It goes forward a few more feet in front of her, then just stops when it meets the main road. There was nothing there. This last one happened to her mom, and it involves red eyes again. It was night and dark outside, when her mom went out to take put their trash in the dumpster. She happened to glance over at their neighbor's yard, and saw a pair of glowing, red eyes. Now remember, these neighbors own cattle. At first that's what she thought she was seeing, but the eyes were too high up and a bit too close together, more like a llama than a cow. As she's watching the eyes they suddenly begin to head towards her. She's watching and not really concerned, until the eyes reach where the barbed wire fence is and then keep going, as though there was nothing in the way. She freaked and ran back in the house. There were no holes or weak points in the fence for anything to get through, they checked the next morning. And there are only cows out there, nothing else that could have eyes up at the same height as a tall human.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:28 am
Prompt 1 Giggling and whispers and whining and crying. Why on earth had she birthed these children again? All she wanted was a good night's sleep. She walked through the store, spending what little money she could earn on food to feed those walking bellies. There were shadows under her eyes and her hair hung lankly in her face. From the corners of her eyes she could see others whisper and pointing at her. Calling her a trollop, or worse, all because her man had run off and left her when he learned of the two burdens on the way. She sighed, and wished she could just get some sleep and make it all go away. She lay in bed, pillow pulled down over her head and screwing up her face. Them again, bouncing around and playing when they should have been in bed. She has classes the next day, and work right after that. Why won't they let her sleep? Another night, and even with blankets and pillows piled on her head she can hear them rattling about and playing with whatever the greedy wretches came. She can't stand it. With a anguished cry she lurches out of bed and stumbles to their room. Those horrid beasts surge forward to meet her, swarming and piping questions in those horrible, high-pitch voices. She grinds her fists into her ears, hoping to make the noise stop, screaming at the top of her lungs. But they won't stop, they just won't stop... An hour later she stumbles back into her room, falling down onto her bed. Her hands are covered in blood, some her own and most of it not. Her white sleeping gown is so covered in the scarlet liquid it is ruined, but she doesn't notice. She lays her head down on the pillow, and a small smile crosses her face. It's quiet now, she can sleep. ____________________ The town was abuzz with the news. The town whore and her two sweet, innocent children are missing. The gossipers say that the trollop never deserved such lovely children, that she was a greedy witch who was afraid the townsfolk would take them away and put them in decent homes for a change, leaving her all alone and with no way to ply special treatment from those who had the welfare of the children in mind! After a few years pass with no word the house is put up for sale again. The realtor always makes it a point to mention the basement with it's new concrete floor, poured just days before the old inhabitant moved out. It's expertly done and very smooth, aside from that one little spot under the stairs as though something disturbed the concrete and it was inexpertly resmoothed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:59 am
Mkay. I really enjoyed reading all these, thanks for the entries. <3
The twins will go to purplerosesbeauty and Sadi Sidhe. Please PM their names and I will cert them.
Jinx, I really liked your entries too, I'm sorry I couldn't let all three of you win. D:
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