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 Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:33 pm
Name of Nightmare: Sadako Yamamura
Fear: Television
Home: Operis
NM's Personality: Sadako is a vengeful creature - being forever bound to the tape has made her so. Her methods, it can be said, are a lot less in-your-face than some Nightmares...and she enjoys playing a sort of cat-and-mouse game with her prey.
...Especially now that she has someone who she doesn't have to completely destroy on the seventh day....
Name of Human: Matthew Drake
Human's History: Matt is an athletic guy - one of those jock-types who you can count on to act tough. He watches horror movies all the time - claiming he's not scared, as he has since he was a kid. But in the middle of the night...the images on that screen come back around to haunt him when he's all alone....
Please, look at his full history in his section below.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:39 pm
.................second day...............
......oooooooooooooOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo....
...........................the curse......................................
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:48 pm
.......third...............day.................
human...........................................bio..................
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:52 pm
.............fourth.................day.................
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sadako.............................bio............
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:13 am
...........fifth...............day.........
...................................OoooooooooooOOOOooooooooooooooo
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:18 am
.........sixth.........
OOoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo
day............
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:19 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 10:54 pm
With a loud 'thunk,' Matt threw his backpack to the floor of his apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.
"I'm home, Switchblade."
His lizard really didn't care...he was just lazing about like he always was. Still, Matt liked to say it. Nudging his shoes off and kicking them into the corner, he jumped across the room, landing in a sprawling sort of position on his beaten leather couch.
It had been a long day - practice, errands, a trip to the video store...oh, yeah, and getting dumped. Again.
"Man...another one bites the dust." Running a hand back through his red locks, he heaved a long sigh. He knew it wouldn't last. It was...sort of typical for him. Girls liked his looks, but never really took him seriously.
Still - he had a means of distraction. Leaning part of his body off the couch and walking out a bit on his hands, he grabbed at his backpack, rifling around in it. One after another, he pulled out the movies he had picked.
Friday the 13th. Halloween. And Jason X...needed a comedy...wait, what's this?
There was one more video in the pile than he had rented - in a clear case, and completely unlabeled. Not even a 'Be Kind - Please Rewind' sticker.
"Weird," he said aloud, turning it this way and that. "Freebie, I guess."
Hauling himself to his feet, he plodded over to the television...pulling a sheet off of its front to reveal its screen. Setting the cloth aside nearby, quick little motions set the normal stack of tapes on top of the entertainment center - and pressed the blank one into the VCR.
"...Man...I need to get myself a damn DVD player. Feel like I'm still in the stone age."
A few minutes and some popcorn later, Matt was on the couch hitting play.
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Static. Loud and brash...continuous...static.
"What the hell?" He picked up the remote, ready to stop the tape...an uneasy feeling rising in the pit of his stomach.
Soon the static was gone - the screen went black, with a strange sort of circle appearing. A shadowy figure loomed as well...one that gave Matt chills for whatever reason.
Suddenly, as if the editing were poor, the scene cut to an eerie Japanese woman brushing her hair in a mirror. The mirror blinked from one side of the screen to the other - was that someone else in the second reflection? - but it was gone in a flash, the Japanese woman smiling off to the side.
A terrible, offensive grating sound had kicked up...one that made Matt's hair stand on end. All he could do was stare as the scene changed again to a series of wriggling Japanese symbols - then a crowd of moaning people.
Blink. A man standing on a beach with a towel on his head, pointing to something off-camera as the grating sound grew louder and louder.
Blink. A huge, eerie eye with some kanji in it. He couldn't read Japanese...so he merely watched, shaking, as the eye blinked.
Blink.
A scene in a wooded area...the camera a distance from an old stone well. He leaned forward a bit, eyes wide...something started to creep out of the well -
The tape cut to blaring static, much louder than before, and Matt dropped the bowl of popcorn in fright.
He didn't say anything...didn't do anything. His eyes were fixed on the television screen as if he were held there, all color out of his face. He didn't think...didn't move...didn't breathe....
Until the phone rang.
Shaking himself, Matt turned off the TV, running to the receiver. Clearing his dry throat, he picked up the phone and was ready to speak -
But the screeching sound was on the other end, with a whisper mingling inside it. The phone hit the ground and broke, and Matt ran for his bathroom, slamming the door shut.
In a matter of moments, he was splashing his face with cold water, shaking all over. Something about what he had just seen gave him a distinct sense of wrong...and he got the feeling he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. He couldn't even remember what the whispering had said...couldn't hear it over the screeching that still rang like nightmarish thunder in his ears.
Gasping for air, he lifted his head enough to glance into the mirror - and saw another dripping face besides his own...or rather...a dripping head, face obscured behind long black hair -
No. He blinked and there was nothing. Just a black towel which he promptly knocked from the wall-hanging rack with a swipe of his hand.
The whispers echoed now in his ears...over and over, seeming to resonate off of the walls and floor.
"Seven days...."
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Matthew Drake, did, in fact, sleep that night...wrapped in a terrifying vision of drowning in the bottom of a murky well, a pair of bloodless hands with the fingernails missing grabbing at him, whispers in his ears.
"Seven days, Matthew," they said. "Seven days...and you're mine...."
In the waking world, he was merely writhing on his bed, moaning....
The television in the living room not only covered...but with the plug torn from the wall.
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In a circle fear doth turn
Never ceasing deadly dance
Lessons found as lessons learned
The Ring wraps all in bleak romance
Younger children fear much more
Than older mortals may suspect
But deeper terrors never flee
They merely drown in deep neglect
With laughter scorn the childlike fear
And mock all terror deep within
In the night all lie awake
And shiver beneath the soul's cold din
Silence makes for dea dly fright
But tin y n o i s e s fare much wor se
"Frolic in brine, Goblins be thine,"
.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.......reader, welcome to my curse.............o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 11:21 pm
It was the second night.
Matt was all alone, walking along a darkened path, trees arcing overhead on either side. His bare feet were getting scraped with bits of rock and twig...his eyes were bloodshot as the wind blew mercilessly into them.
"Where am I?"
Up ahead was an old, rotting house...one that appeared dark and ominous on the black landscape. The only light shining down was that of the stars in the sky...and the full moon above.
Pitching his head upward, he stared at it. It was the only beacon he had...it and the stars, countless eons away, were his only hope in this darkness. He drew a long, slow breath...shutting his eyes to the wind for a long moment.
As his eyes were shut, a strange sound began to carry on the wind...one that seemed to mount.
As he looked up again, something round and dark was moving across the moon. It made its way to the center, lodging there so only a circle of light was visible around it - a bright ring against the dark sky.
Stars began to flicker as if being controlled by a switch - on, then of again in a dizzying array. The sound grew louder, blaring across the sky as more and more stars began to blink.
"...Oh, god...."
The sky was full of static.
Matt screamed, sprinting full-tilt down the path with all the speed his soccer-training would grant him. He ran until he was just coming up to the house, the door open and dust billowing from within as if the very building were drawing breath -
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A cold sweat had broken across his skin as he sat up in his bed, staring wild-eyed at the corners of his bedroom.
"Ugh...what...what the hell was that...?"
A soft rustling from outside his room caught his attention - but he didn't dare go and look.
He only sat there in the dark...trembling and praying that he wouldn't hear the sound of static.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 10:33 pm
It had been one week since that afternoon. Seven days since he had put the tape in the VCR. Seven days since he had seen the strange mishmash of footage...seven days since he had heard that horrible sound.
Seven days since he had unplugged the TV, frightened and trying to convince himself nothing was wrong.
In the last couple of days, however...the nightmares had gotten worse and worse, and he had grown more and more uneasy. The clock ticked off the seconds as Matt pulled the rope tight around the TV set, binding the sheet tightly around it as if he expected it to jump at him like an animal.
Man, I must be losing it. I mean, I seriously can't believe this stuff, right? It's just a movie. Just a damn movie. This was some kinda joke...a prank. Yeah.
The night before, he had, out of curiousity, done an internet search for any words about the tape. He had been met with all sorts of strange stories - ones about people who died one week after viewing a strange videotape, found lying in rigor mortis with a terrible look of fear etched forevermore across their faces.
He had five minutes until it would be exactly one week. He was sweating profusely, looking as if he had barely slept or eaten in a few days...his normally kempt red hair was disshevelled and sticking up, his soccer ball lying forgotten and unused in the corner.
After the third day, you see...he hadn't left his house.
The clock kept moving, uncaring.
"There," he murmured aloud, snapping a padlock around the ropes for good measure. "N-now I can just...relax. Nothing to worry about. Just a movie, anyway, dunno why I'm letting it g-get to me."
As he said this, however, his eyes kept darting to the clock. One minute, then two. Not long now. He tried to look away, pretending for his own benefit that he didn't care.
"...No big deal. I need to just calm down. Need to...." His eyes watched the second hand ticking down the last minute.
"...Calm...." Thirty seconds.
"...Down."
TICK. One week exactly. Matt held his breath, staring at the TV with wide eyes. Nothing happened. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and he ran a hand back through his hair.
"Nothing to worry about...yeah." Turning his back on the whole situation, he started to head for the bathroom for a shower, feeling as if a weight had been lifted.
...Behind him, the television glowed a little under the sheet and rope. The pulse was small at first...then brighter, casting a strange mottled glow under the cloth.
((Safety save for comp issues X___X will finish later))
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