secrecy25
Entry #1
Username: secrecy25
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-Scary
Title: The Will-o’-the-Wisp
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It was a dark but calm night, a slight breeze making the leaves of the trees rustle. The campus was almost entirely empty, save for the burly nightshift security guards and a couple of technicians, working overtime to fix the faulty security camera at the main entrance. All of a sudden, the sounds of screams echoed from a dimly lit classroom. Followed by laughter.
Kenneth and Kari were laughing heartily while Elaine and Belinda were giggling non-stop. Jack didn’t laugh but he was smiling. “Gosh, Elaine,” said Kari, “That’s a good one. I had no idea Malaysian horror stories could be so scary.” The petite girl of Japanese origins let her dark hair fall just past her shoulders before fixing it back into a neat ponytail.
Elaine brushed her brown-dyed hair behind her ear. She smiled at her and said, “Well, that was one of the better ones I could think of anyway.” Kenneth finally stopped laughing and said, “Alright, so that’s three ideas we’ve got for our li’l movie now. Bel’s story about the Doppelganger, Kari’s story about the Kuchisake-onna and Elaine’s story about the Pontianak.” Kenneth ran his hand through his spiky blonde hair; a habit that Elaine found annoying as he tended to do it quite often. Kenneth looked at Jack with a somewhat sinister grin. “What about you, Jack? You haven’t said much yet…”
Bel swept her long golden hair behind her shoulders and said, “Yeah, Jack. You must have heard a few stories back in Ireland. Come on, tell us one.” Jack was usually the silent one in the group and that always gave people the impression that he was a mysterious sort of person. He took a deep breath with his eyes closed and then said, “Alright then. I’ve just thought o’ one.”
Everyone went silent as Jack began his story. “Several centuries ago, there was a man called Jack the Smith. Jack was a vile man, known for his nasty deeds and lies.”
Jack paused for a moment, letting the eerie mood sink into his fellow friends. “One day, the Devil came for Jack’s soul, him being such a sinful man and what not. There are a few versions o’ the story… But in this account, Jack asked if he could have an apple. The Devil, seeing no reason to refuse him his request, climbed up a nearby apple tree to pick an apple... But Jack, being the shrewd and wicked man that he is, carved crucifixes into the base o’ the tree.”
Everyone leaned forward as they listened with great interest. “The Devil was trapped in the tree, not being able to come down with all the crucifixes there. In exchange for the Devil’s freedom, Jack requested that his soul never be taken into Hell.”
“Wow, that’s really clever…” whispered Elaine. Jack looked at her and said, “Yes, it was. But when Jack reached the end of his life, he was denied entry into Heaven, because of the wicked way he had led his life. He could not go into Hell either, because of the deal he made with the Devil. Mockingly, the Devil tossed him an ember from the fires of Hell… One with a flame that would never go out… And so, Jack was forever doomed to wander the world between Heaven and Hell…”
Elaine and Kari gasped right on cue. Jack continued to talk. “The flame that Jack carries, the Will-o’-the-Wisp, has been seen before, here on Earth.” Kenneth interrupted him, saying, “Hang on, I’ve heard of the Will-o’-the-Wisp. It’s supposed to be a harmless light that disappears when approached.”
Jack glared at him and said, “That’s what they say… But what if someone could go near enough to touch one? A mortal touching a fire from Hell? I wouldn’t think it was harmless-“ Kenneth raised his hand and cut in again, “Say what you want, but this isn’t much of a scary story. Kinda cheesy if you ask me.”
Just then, the already dim flourescent lights went out. Kenneth uttered, “Oh, just great. Stupid faulty lights. I’ll go look for the technicians…” He slowly stopped speaking as everyone looked at him with expressions of horror. The room was lit with blue light… Kenneth turned around and saw a spectral blue flame, suspended in mid-air. His body froze as the flame slowly came nearer and nearer. “What the-?“
The flame plunged into his chest and his screams of horror echoed through the corridors. The three girls watched in horrow as blue flames came out from his mouth and his eyes. The flame engulfed Kenneth and burned him…
“Elaine, wake up!” yelled Kari’s voice. Elaine got up with a start. She was sitting on the floor of the empty classroom. It was still dark outside. Kari, Bel and Jack were looking at her. “Looks like we all kinda dozed off,” said Kari. “Come on, Elaine. We should really be heading back.”
Elaine got up slowly, looking around. “Hey, where’s Kenneth?” she said. Her three friends looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
“Kenneth?” asked Kari.
“Yeah. You know, the tall American guy with spiky blonde hair,” answered Elaine.
“…umm, we don’t know any Americans named Kenneth…” answered Bel uncertainly.
“But-“
“Come on, Elaine. You must be getting tired. We should really be heading back now, it’s getting really late,” said Kari.
As Elaine and the others left the room, she looked back at the dark classroom. I could have sworn… Was I just imagining it? she thought. Elaine shook her head and kept on walking. As they left, a blue spectral flame appeared in the classroom behind them, and in that flame was an image of the face of a spiky-haired boy in agony…
xXx_SOS_xXx
Entry #1
Username: xXx_SOS_xXx
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-Scary
Title: My Summer Vacation
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===Thinking back on my summer vacation I sometimes have to cry because it’s a tragic story about my best friend and I making a bad decision. I’ll tell this story to you and only you, and I ask only one thing in return: please tell no one.
===This summer I got lost in a cornfield at my best friends aunts house. It all started when Shelby called me and asked me if I wanted to go over to her aunt and uncles house. When I got there, it was evening and Shelby’s aunt, Kathy, was watching the News. All I heard from it was that a mass murder had broken out of prison and then Shelby said, “You want to go play in the corn field behind the house?”
===I looked at her and said, “Sure, that sounds like fun.”
===We left the house and right before we entered the corn Shelby’s aunt stepped outside and yelled, “Girls, you better come back before it gets dark, ok?”
===“Yeah we will!” Shelby called back.
===Just then, her uncle Johnny came outside, “Hey, you two be careful! I just heard on the news that the mass murder that broke out of prison may be near here!” I thought I heard a hint of seriousness in his always-joking voice but I couldn’t tell because Shelby and I had entered the corn by then. The corn felt weird, it was scratchy and hot.
===“Was your uncle serious?” I asked Shelby.
===“I don’t think so, why? Are you scared?” She said the last part in a mocking voice.
===“No, are you?” It was just bright enough to barely see her face and it looked somewhat scared, I imagine mine mirrored hers.
===“I bet I can go farther in without freaking out then you,” she challenged.
===“How much are you betting?” I asked in a shaky voice. I didn’t like the idea of going that far in without any light.
===She knew this was my way of backing out. I was going to say that I didn’t want to waist my time and energy for something that’s useless so she said, “How about my old iPod?” She was going to buy herself a new iPod and I guess she thought that I would want her old busted up one. I was considering it. I did want an iPod but I just didn’t have the money and my parents would only pay a quarter of the price.
===“I don’t know,” I replied. I really didn’t want to go any farther than that. It was hot and I could hear the buzzing of all the bugs near us.
===“Big baby,” Shelby muttered under her breath.
===“I am not!” I yelled. She smiled in the dim light. “You know what? You’re on! However, let’s make this interesting. The first one to run all the way through the corn and back to your aunt and uncles house wins. Whoever is awake will vogue for the first one back.”
===“Deal. Ready! Set! Go!” We took off running through the scratchy cornfield. There was one row of corn between us and I could just see her ahead of me in the dieing light. Something caught my foot and I screamed as I fell to the muddy ground. “Kelso, are you ok?” Shelby’s voice was hard to hear, she must have been really far ahead. “Kelso?” Her voice was shaky. I bet she thought someone had attacked me.
===“Its ok Shelbo, I just tripped.” I called back. I stood up and dusted myself off. I was sweaty and caked in mud but it didn’t seem as though I was hurt. “Is the race still on?” I asked her.
===“Only if you’re up to it,” she answered sounding worried.
===I tried as hard as I could to walk quietly and it worked kind of well. I was right next to her when I said in a spooky voice, “Run, run, run as fast as you can you can’t catch me, I’m the ginger bread women!” I jumped out of the row of corn, landing right in front of her, and took off running full speed. I know it scared her because she let out a little scream when I jumped in front of her.
===“Kelso, that was NOT funny!” She screamed at me. I could hear her running after me and then I came to a clearing where no corn was growing. I stopped because the moon light was pooling all around me. I looked up at full moon and whispered to myself, “Thank God it’s not a new moon.” I smiled as I heard a barn owl hoot in the distance, my favorite animal. The next thing I knew I heard Shelby scream at the top of her lungs.
===“Help! Kelso! Help!” I turned around and looked in the direction I thought it came from. I knew she was in trouble because I’ve never heard her scream like that before.
===“Shelbo, are you ok?” I called back. At the time, I was oblivious to the danger we were in.
===“Help! Help me please!” She cried. There was real terror in her voice, and that worried me. I ran to where I thought she was, leaving my safe little clearing behind me.
===“Hold on Shelbo! I’m coming!” When this happened I thought, Have no fear, Kelso’s here I chuckled at that, what a thing to be thinking right now. I finally reached the place that I had last seen her. I was looking around franticly when I saw a dim light coming from about ten rows away from me. I started toward it, knocking down stalks of corn on my way. When I was about three or four rows away, I realized that the light was coming from a little fire in a clearing.
===I stepped into the clearing and I knew right away that this one was nothing like my clearing. This one was man made, it was a perfect circle and in the very middle, there was a campfire. I saw some blood by my feet and when the wind blew the fire shifted with it. That’s when I saw Shelby. She was lying unconscious by the fire. I ran to her and while shaking her I completely lost it. “Shelbo! Get up!” Some part of me, my subconscious maybe, knew already that she was gone forever.
===“It seems as though your ahead of schedule. You were supposed to see her right before I killed you. But no matter. I can take care of that right now.” I spun around to see that a man was standing on the other side of the fire. He had long blond hair with gray strands here and there. His eyes were blue, but I can’t be sure because his greasy uncut hair almost completely covered them. He had a toothy crazy person smile and his prison uniform was tattered.
===“It looks like she really did a number on you,” I said in a mocking voice.
===At the time I was wondering why in the world I was provoking him when he said, “I wont give you that chance.” He took a step forward and I bent down next to the fire. The heat rolling off the fire combined with the humidity was suffocating. I look back on this moment and I’m glade that I did this, I picked up a shortened corn stalk from the fire instead of running and the next thin I knew he leaped over the dieing fire towards me. I threw the fiery corn at him and luckily it lit his clothes on fire. At that time I knelt down by Shelby, took her pulse just to be sure, and then I ran. With tears running down my muddy face, I said my last good-byes to my best friend.
===I suddenly felt the world falling apart around me. My best friend just died and the man that killed her was after me. The only reason I didn’t break down and let myself slip into oblivion was because I knew it was up to me to get justice served for my best friend. I had to end this now or else he would kill more innocent people. My only goal was to get vengeance for Shelby’s death.
===I ran as fast as my body would let me and still I pushed myself harder. I knew I could make it if I just ran harder and if I fell less often. The leaves on the corn were slapping my face with enough force that it stung every time one would hit me.
===In the far distance, I could see the dim sunlight that would mean that by now I must be at least halfway through. I tripped, again, and I landed on a rock. When I stoop up I automatically touched the part of my face that stung the most. There was a painful gash on my cheek and suddenly I had a good idea. If I bent down low enough I should be able to see a little bit of light at the end of the row and then I would know how much further until I would be out of here.
===I knelt down and what I saw made my heart sink. It wasn’t bright enough to see the end. I stood and after walking for a while I took a deep breath and I took off again.
===After running for what felt like forever I knelt down again to look for the end. That time I saw it! I saw the light at the end of the row! I stood and ran faster then I had ever thought possible. I emerged into the morning sunlight and after a few seconds of joy and rest, I started running again. This time I wasn’t running blindly, I could see what was around me and now I had a visible destination. There was a small house about a mile away from where I was and at the time I thought, Well why not? I’ve already ran about a mile today, what’s wrong with one more?
===When I finally reached the little yellow house I started knocking loudly until someone came to the door. A young woman opened the door. “Can I help you?” She asked me.
===“Please, I need to use your phone. A man attacked me and my friend,” I begged her.
===“Umm… sure come in.” She led me to the phone and I dialed 9-1-1. While I was waiting, I saw my reflection in a mirror on the wall that I was facing. I truly looked like I had been on the ground a lot. I was so caked in mud and blood that you could barely see my real face.
===After a while, the police arrived and after they found Shelby’s body, they questioned the young woman and me. About thirty minutes later my mom came and got me. The F.B.I. put me in the witness protection program and gave me this new identity. It’s my third one because I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut but at least I get to travel around the world. For my last one I got to go to England. (Please try to keep this secrete, I don’t feel like moving again.) Well that was my summer vacation, what should I do next year?
Username: xXx_SOS_xXx
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-Scary
Title: My Summer Vacation
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===Thinking back on my summer vacation I sometimes have to cry because it’s a tragic story about my best friend and I making a bad decision. I’ll tell this story to you and only you, and I ask only one thing in return: please tell no one.
===This summer I got lost in a cornfield at my best friends aunts house. It all started when Shelby called me and asked me if I wanted to go over to her aunt and uncles house. When I got there, it was evening and Shelby’s aunt, Kathy, was watching the News. All I heard from it was that a mass murder had broken out of prison and then Shelby said, “You want to go play in the corn field behind the house?”
===I looked at her and said, “Sure, that sounds like fun.”
===We left the house and right before we entered the corn Shelby’s aunt stepped outside and yelled, “Girls, you better come back before it gets dark, ok?”
===“Yeah we will!” Shelby called back.
===Just then, her uncle Johnny came outside, “Hey, you two be careful! I just heard on the news that the mass murder that broke out of prison may be near here!” I thought I heard a hint of seriousness in his always-joking voice but I couldn’t tell because Shelby and I had entered the corn by then. The corn felt weird, it was scratchy and hot.
===“Was your uncle serious?” I asked Shelby.
===“I don’t think so, why? Are you scared?” She said the last part in a mocking voice.
===“No, are you?” It was just bright enough to barely see her face and it looked somewhat scared, I imagine mine mirrored hers.
===“I bet I can go farther in without freaking out then you,” she challenged.
===“How much are you betting?” I asked in a shaky voice. I didn’t like the idea of going that far in without any light.
===She knew this was my way of backing out. I was going to say that I didn’t want to waist my time and energy for something that’s useless so she said, “How about my old iPod?” She was going to buy herself a new iPod and I guess she thought that I would want her old busted up one. I was considering it. I did want an iPod but I just didn’t have the money and my parents would only pay a quarter of the price.
===“I don’t know,” I replied. I really didn’t want to go any farther than that. It was hot and I could hear the buzzing of all the bugs near us.
===“Big baby,” Shelby muttered under her breath.
===“I am not!” I yelled. She smiled in the dim light. “You know what? You’re on! However, let’s make this interesting. The first one to run all the way through the corn and back to your aunt and uncles house wins. Whoever is awake will vogue for the first one back.”
===“Deal. Ready! Set! Go!” We took off running through the scratchy cornfield. There was one row of corn between us and I could just see her ahead of me in the dieing light. Something caught my foot and I screamed as I fell to the muddy ground. “Kelso, are you ok?” Shelby’s voice was hard to hear, she must have been really far ahead. “Kelso?” Her voice was shaky. I bet she thought someone had attacked me.
===“Its ok Shelbo, I just tripped.” I called back. I stood up and dusted myself off. I was sweaty and caked in mud but it didn’t seem as though I was hurt. “Is the race still on?” I asked her.
===“Only if you’re up to it,” she answered sounding worried.
===I tried as hard as I could to walk quietly and it worked kind of well. I was right next to her when I said in a spooky voice, “Run, run, run as fast as you can you can’t catch me, I’m the ginger bread women!” I jumped out of the row of corn, landing right in front of her, and took off running full speed. I know it scared her because she let out a little scream when I jumped in front of her.
===“Kelso, that was NOT funny!” She screamed at me. I could hear her running after me and then I came to a clearing where no corn was growing. I stopped because the moon light was pooling all around me. I looked up at full moon and whispered to myself, “Thank God it’s not a new moon.” I smiled as I heard a barn owl hoot in the distance, my favorite animal. The next thing I knew I heard Shelby scream at the top of her lungs.
===“Help! Kelso! Help!” I turned around and looked in the direction I thought it came from. I knew she was in trouble because I’ve never heard her scream like that before.
===“Shelbo, are you ok?” I called back. At the time, I was oblivious to the danger we were in.
===“Help! Help me please!” She cried. There was real terror in her voice, and that worried me. I ran to where I thought she was, leaving my safe little clearing behind me.
===“Hold on Shelbo! I’m coming!” When this happened I thought, Have no fear, Kelso’s here I chuckled at that, what a thing to be thinking right now. I finally reached the place that I had last seen her. I was looking around franticly when I saw a dim light coming from about ten rows away from me. I started toward it, knocking down stalks of corn on my way. When I was about three or four rows away, I realized that the light was coming from a little fire in a clearing.
===I stepped into the clearing and I knew right away that this one was nothing like my clearing. This one was man made, it was a perfect circle and in the very middle, there was a campfire. I saw some blood by my feet and when the wind blew the fire shifted with it. That’s when I saw Shelby. She was lying unconscious by the fire. I ran to her and while shaking her I completely lost it. “Shelbo! Get up!” Some part of me, my subconscious maybe, knew already that she was gone forever.
===“It seems as though your ahead of schedule. You were supposed to see her right before I killed you. But no matter. I can take care of that right now.” I spun around to see that a man was standing on the other side of the fire. He had long blond hair with gray strands here and there. His eyes were blue, but I can’t be sure because his greasy uncut hair almost completely covered them. He had a toothy crazy person smile and his prison uniform was tattered.
===“It looks like she really did a number on you,” I said in a mocking voice.
===At the time I was wondering why in the world I was provoking him when he said, “I wont give you that chance.” He took a step forward and I bent down next to the fire. The heat rolling off the fire combined with the humidity was suffocating. I look back on this moment and I’m glade that I did this, I picked up a shortened corn stalk from the fire instead of running and the next thin I knew he leaped over the dieing fire towards me. I threw the fiery corn at him and luckily it lit his clothes on fire. At that time I knelt down by Shelby, took her pulse just to be sure, and then I ran. With tears running down my muddy face, I said my last good-byes to my best friend.
===I suddenly felt the world falling apart around me. My best friend just died and the man that killed her was after me. The only reason I didn’t break down and let myself slip into oblivion was because I knew it was up to me to get justice served for my best friend. I had to end this now or else he would kill more innocent people. My only goal was to get vengeance for Shelby’s death.
===I ran as fast as my body would let me and still I pushed myself harder. I knew I could make it if I just ran harder and if I fell less often. The leaves on the corn were slapping my face with enough force that it stung every time one would hit me.
===In the far distance, I could see the dim sunlight that would mean that by now I must be at least halfway through. I tripped, again, and I landed on a rock. When I stoop up I automatically touched the part of my face that stung the most. There was a painful gash on my cheek and suddenly I had a good idea. If I bent down low enough I should be able to see a little bit of light at the end of the row and then I would know how much further until I would be out of here.
===I knelt down and what I saw made my heart sink. It wasn’t bright enough to see the end. I stood and after walking for a while I took a deep breath and I took off again.
===After running for what felt like forever I knelt down again to look for the end. That time I saw it! I saw the light at the end of the row! I stood and ran faster then I had ever thought possible. I emerged into the morning sunlight and after a few seconds of joy and rest, I started running again. This time I wasn’t running blindly, I could see what was around me and now I had a visible destination. There was a small house about a mile away from where I was and at the time I thought, Well why not? I’ve already ran about a mile today, what’s wrong with one more?
===When I finally reached the little yellow house I started knocking loudly until someone came to the door. A young woman opened the door. “Can I help you?” She asked me.
===“Please, I need to use your phone. A man attacked me and my friend,” I begged her.
===“Umm… sure come in.” She led me to the phone and I dialed 9-1-1. While I was waiting, I saw my reflection in a mirror on the wall that I was facing. I truly looked like I had been on the ground a lot. I was so caked in mud and blood that you could barely see my real face.
===After a while, the police arrived and after they found Shelby’s body, they questioned the young woman and me. About thirty minutes later my mom came and got me. The F.B.I. put me in the witness protection program and gave me this new identity. It’s my third one because I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut but at least I get to travel around the world. For my last one I got to go to England. (Please try to keep this secrete, I don’t feel like moving again.) Well that was my summer vacation, what should I do next year?
Keiko503
Entry#1
Username: Keiko503
Category: Original
Genre: Terrifying (at least, I would like to think so, otherwise it might be semi-scary, I’m not too good of a judge about it, PM me if I need to change the genre please~)
Title: The Undying Secret
Don’t look back. One breath might trigger the alarms and give up her position. Every move needed to be made silently, thoughtfully, and with precision. On this dangerously terrifying night, who was to say that she wasn’t being a complete fool? Everyone knew that those monstrous creatures were at full power at a night like this. A full moon on Halloween night. That was the most hazardous time to go creature hunting.
But if this was the only way she could prove herself, then so be it.
A soft, light pink lip was bitten down on as chocolate hued eyes danced around the courtyard erratically. Doubt clouded the girl’s features as she was slowly entering the property of the creature she was hunting down. Being a slayer, or rather, they were called “bounty hunters” since most of the races had reached a neutral agreement of co-survival (though as always, there were always those who rebelled, thus the need for these bounty hunters), she was bound to this work. If not now, then there was no way she was ever going to face that… thing. That creature who ruined her life. Though, wasn’t she lucky to have lived, that her parents didn’t get too hurt either? No… no, that wasn’t good enough. So much bitterness and rage had welled up within her, how long had she been training for this day?
Thirteen years… packed with bittersweet memories. And oh, how she was going to make that man feel the pain she felt by twofold! A quick and painless death? Ha! He would wish. But that guy was a criminal. So well-known and had killed off so many bounty hunters before her… but this time would be different. Unlike the rest, she would put that creature’s reign to an end.
The property itself was… surprisingly well-kept. Not at all dark and dreary, but quite welcoming. The garden in the front yard which made a path to the door, this was a way to get everyone to lower their guard, it just had to be. That man used every trick ever thought of and beyond to get what he wanted. It was so like him to create his own rules to an already set game. As lovely as the place seemed, the girl’s blood only seemed to boil even more. Wasn’t it such a disgrace that someone so cold-hearted would be able to keep something like this? Even the house itself was pleasant to look at. An old styled grey Victorian house, the door decorated by an elaborate border with a gold knocker in the shape of a griffin…
Wait, the door was unlocked? Already half open? Black boots lightly tapped against the wooden porch as she took a few steps backwards. This was eerie… Did he know that she was coming? Her heart rate increased as her brow furrowed into an even more worried expression. Hand naturally clung onto the silver gun hidden in the pocket of her black pants. Taking the weapon out, she pushed the door open slowly, flinching as it creaked and broke the silence.
If not now, her presence would surely be known because of it. Flicking back her caramel colored bangs to get a better view of what lay inside, a few steps were taken inside as she inhaled sharply. Even though all of her senses told her to turn away, to come back some other day, she still pushed forward. Punishment towards the man who tried to kidnap her and almost killed her parents just to make her a nighttime snack was going to happen. And it just so happened to be exactly thirteen years, an anniversary since that had happened. Every time that scene was replayed in her head, her heart ached. Because her parents had tried to save her, she caused so much trouble for them. Then again, she had inherited the original slayer background they came from. It was a natural response they took, she knew, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel responsible for it.
Each and every room was checked but… no one was in the house. Not a single trace so that meant… no wait, there was an upstairs. There was a secret entrance in the kitchen. Breath was held as she carefully crept up the stairs, hoping that they wouldn’t squeak under her weight. This was supposed to be a preemptive strike. No one would ever think they were going to be attacked on the day that they were at their full power, thus lowering their guard.
The moonlight that poured in through the circular window cast a ghostly glow into the attic room. Mouth dropped a bit in awe as she saw how delicate the room looked. It was filled with ancient artifacts, and literally looked like the room belonged to a rich person. Everything was so grand looking, silk sheets, marble floor, china on display on top of polished wooden tables. So caught up in the sight, she had almost forgotten why she had even entered this place. Catching a glimpse of an empty bed with a picture of a coffin over it, she snapped out of her thoughts. This place was empty too. But how?! The sun had just set when she entered. There was no possible way that thing could have even left!
“I knew you would come here one day. This is by far the best treat that I have ever gotten though.” Stiffening upon feeling an arm wrap around her waist and a hand on her face, tilting her head to the side, she had to keep herself from shivering. Not because that melodic voice sounded like it was luring her into a trap, but because of how cold that hand against her face was.
“L—let me go!” Was stuttered out as she struggled slightly, widened eyes catching sight of blood-red eyes and glinting fangs.
A laugh was given, mocking her struggle to get away as a useless attempt. And how right that was. She wasn’t at all ready to face this creature, was she? “Still so childish. But your fear is still as enchanting as ever. It’s too bad for you that no one will be able to save you this time. But, at least I get my long-awaited meal.” He purred, the hunger he was feeling so clear in his voice. Lips ghosted over her neck, almost debating about how to eat his prey. However, the fear that he was sparking within her only seemed to increase his insatiable desire.
’No! Not this time!’ Squeezing her eyes shut, her heart beating so rapidly it felt like she was about to explode, the gun in her hand reminded the bounty hunter how to win. Yes, she could have the upper hand. Just one shot, and she would be safe. Safe to return back home and crowned one of the world’s top bounty hunters.
Screaming, a gunshot, then nothing but silence and the air filled with the scent of blood. So strong was the smell, that not even a rainstorm could wash the smell away.
Username: Keiko503
Category: Original
Genre: Terrifying (at least, I would like to think so, otherwise it might be semi-scary, I’m not too good of a judge about it, PM me if I need to change the genre please~)
Title: The Undying Secret
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Don’t look back. One breath might trigger the alarms and give up her position. Every move needed to be made silently, thoughtfully, and with precision. On this dangerously terrifying night, who was to say that she wasn’t being a complete fool? Everyone knew that those monstrous creatures were at full power at a night like this. A full moon on Halloween night. That was the most hazardous time to go creature hunting.
But if this was the only way she could prove herself, then so be it.
A soft, light pink lip was bitten down on as chocolate hued eyes danced around the courtyard erratically. Doubt clouded the girl’s features as she was slowly entering the property of the creature she was hunting down. Being a slayer, or rather, they were called “bounty hunters” since most of the races had reached a neutral agreement of co-survival (though as always, there were always those who rebelled, thus the need for these bounty hunters), she was bound to this work. If not now, then there was no way she was ever going to face that… thing. That creature who ruined her life. Though, wasn’t she lucky to have lived, that her parents didn’t get too hurt either? No… no, that wasn’t good enough. So much bitterness and rage had welled up within her, how long had she been training for this day?
Thirteen years… packed with bittersweet memories. And oh, how she was going to make that man feel the pain she felt by twofold! A quick and painless death? Ha! He would wish. But that guy was a criminal. So well-known and had killed off so many bounty hunters before her… but this time would be different. Unlike the rest, she would put that creature’s reign to an end.
The property itself was… surprisingly well-kept. Not at all dark and dreary, but quite welcoming. The garden in the front yard which made a path to the door, this was a way to get everyone to lower their guard, it just had to be. That man used every trick ever thought of and beyond to get what he wanted. It was so like him to create his own rules to an already set game. As lovely as the place seemed, the girl’s blood only seemed to boil even more. Wasn’t it such a disgrace that someone so cold-hearted would be able to keep something like this? Even the house itself was pleasant to look at. An old styled grey Victorian house, the door decorated by an elaborate border with a gold knocker in the shape of a griffin…
Wait, the door was unlocked? Already half open? Black boots lightly tapped against the wooden porch as she took a few steps backwards. This was eerie… Did he know that she was coming? Her heart rate increased as her brow furrowed into an even more worried expression. Hand naturally clung onto the silver gun hidden in the pocket of her black pants. Taking the weapon out, she pushed the door open slowly, flinching as it creaked and broke the silence.
If not now, her presence would surely be known because of it. Flicking back her caramel colored bangs to get a better view of what lay inside, a few steps were taken inside as she inhaled sharply. Even though all of her senses told her to turn away, to come back some other day, she still pushed forward. Punishment towards the man who tried to kidnap her and almost killed her parents just to make her a nighttime snack was going to happen. And it just so happened to be exactly thirteen years, an anniversary since that had happened. Every time that scene was replayed in her head, her heart ached. Because her parents had tried to save her, she caused so much trouble for them. Then again, she had inherited the original slayer background they came from. It was a natural response they took, she knew, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel responsible for it.
Each and every room was checked but… no one was in the house. Not a single trace so that meant… no wait, there was an upstairs. There was a secret entrance in the kitchen. Breath was held as she carefully crept up the stairs, hoping that they wouldn’t squeak under her weight. This was supposed to be a preemptive strike. No one would ever think they were going to be attacked on the day that they were at their full power, thus lowering their guard.
The moonlight that poured in through the circular window cast a ghostly glow into the attic room. Mouth dropped a bit in awe as she saw how delicate the room looked. It was filled with ancient artifacts, and literally looked like the room belonged to a rich person. Everything was so grand looking, silk sheets, marble floor, china on display on top of polished wooden tables. So caught up in the sight, she had almost forgotten why she had even entered this place. Catching a glimpse of an empty bed with a picture of a coffin over it, she snapped out of her thoughts. This place was empty too. But how?! The sun had just set when she entered. There was no possible way that thing could have even left!
“I knew you would come here one day. This is by far the best treat that I have ever gotten though.” Stiffening upon feeling an arm wrap around her waist and a hand on her face, tilting her head to the side, she had to keep herself from shivering. Not because that melodic voice sounded like it was luring her into a trap, but because of how cold that hand against her face was.
“L—let me go!” Was stuttered out as she struggled slightly, widened eyes catching sight of blood-red eyes and glinting fangs.
A laugh was given, mocking her struggle to get away as a useless attempt. And how right that was. She wasn’t at all ready to face this creature, was she? “Still so childish. But your fear is still as enchanting as ever. It’s too bad for you that no one will be able to save you this time. But, at least I get my long-awaited meal.” He purred, the hunger he was feeling so clear in his voice. Lips ghosted over her neck, almost debating about how to eat his prey. However, the fear that he was sparking within her only seemed to increase his insatiable desire.
’No! Not this time!’ Squeezing her eyes shut, her heart beating so rapidly it felt like she was about to explode, the gun in her hand reminded the bounty hunter how to win. Yes, she could have the upper hand. Just one shot, and she would be safe. Safe to return back home and crowned one of the world’s top bounty hunters.
“Happy Halloween.”
Screaming, a gunshot, then nothing but silence and the air filled with the scent of blood. So strong was the smell, that not even a rainstorm could wash the smell away.
GrimSavage
Entry #1
Username: GrimSavage
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-Scary
Title: The Death Mask
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Several friends went out together on Halloween. One them, the trouble maker of the group suggested that they break into an old house in a deserted neighborhood. As they drove to the house, the troublemaker, Alex, told them the story of the haunted home.
"It's not so much a house as a mansion. The family that lived there was into all sorts of freaky stuff. Some of the old folks in town say that the family experimented with magic. They were good at it too. They created good luck charms that still work today, they changed the weather, they even extended the lives of people's pets a bit.
Well, one night my grandma heard the youngest daughter in the family say to her sister that they couldn't go anywhere that night, that their mom and dad wanted them at home. She confronted the girl, and my grandma says that the family was going to try and harness the power of death and channel it into a mask. My grandma laughed at her of course.
The next morning, the girl didn't come to school, and the parents never went to work. The police came over, and they never called the station back to report their findings. Backup got sent over after a few hours. Twelve guys went in, and the three that came out alive said that there were horrible things in the shadows, that the people got eaten. They all got shipped off to different asylums. No one went back, but some friends of the family hired some sort of shaman to come over and look the house over.
Well when the dude came out his eyes were huge, and he said that the family had cursed themselves in meddling with death and succeeding, and that it was their doom to bring death onto any impure souls entering the home. He said that if five pure souls went inside willingly that the family would owe whoever brought them there a debt. Of course, that's all a stupid story." Alex added, laughing as he pulled his van up into the driveway.
The friends smiled as they entered the mansion from a side door which had strange symbols carved into the decaying wooden door. Alex smiled and motioned for his friends to follow him into the library. As soon as the friends entered the library, all of them felt cold, and everything began to get darker. Everyone called out to everyone else, and all of them heard terrible, guttural sounds all around them. Alex shouted for them all to follow his voice, and they heard a snap int he darkness. Suddenly, they were back in the library, with Alex holding a strange lamp in his hands.
"It was on the desk." He explained, motioning for them to go downstairs with him via a staircase next to the bookshelves. The deeper they went down, the colder it got, and the louder the guttural noise became behind them, Alex reassuring them all the while that the noise was in their heads, that they were all overreacting to his story. When everyone emerged from the staircase, they found themselves in a horrible laboratory, filled with strange, zombie-like creatures in cages, and all manner of horrifying instruments of torture.
Five black shapes emerged from the shadows, making the terrible, guttural sounds as they surrounded the teenagers. Their arms jagged and oozing at the edges, their bodies like black fog drifting along the floor. Alexander walked past them as though they were not there, sifting through various piles of objects, throwing several behind him, despite the angry hisses of the creatures.
"What are you doing? Don't you see these terrible things? Why are you so calm?" The friends shouted at him, exasperated at their friend's materialistic behavior. Hisses from the creatures silenced them. One turned to Alex and bowed.
"You've brought our sacrifices.We will be free from this mansion, free to devour souls as we please. We owe you a debt." The creature hissed, bowing as low as possible.
Alex turned to face the creature, his expression revealing his impatience. "That's nice for you. Now, where is my mask?"
Username: GrimSavage
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-Scary
Title: The Death Mask
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Several friends went out together on Halloween. One them, the trouble maker of the group suggested that they break into an old house in a deserted neighborhood. As they drove to the house, the troublemaker, Alex, told them the story of the haunted home.
"It's not so much a house as a mansion. The family that lived there was into all sorts of freaky stuff. Some of the old folks in town say that the family experimented with magic. They were good at it too. They created good luck charms that still work today, they changed the weather, they even extended the lives of people's pets a bit.
Well, one night my grandma heard the youngest daughter in the family say to her sister that they couldn't go anywhere that night, that their mom and dad wanted them at home. She confronted the girl, and my grandma says that the family was going to try and harness the power of death and channel it into a mask. My grandma laughed at her of course.
The next morning, the girl didn't come to school, and the parents never went to work. The police came over, and they never called the station back to report their findings. Backup got sent over after a few hours. Twelve guys went in, and the three that came out alive said that there were horrible things in the shadows, that the people got eaten. They all got shipped off to different asylums. No one went back, but some friends of the family hired some sort of shaman to come over and look the house over.
Well when the dude came out his eyes were huge, and he said that the family had cursed themselves in meddling with death and succeeding, and that it was their doom to bring death onto any impure souls entering the home. He said that if five pure souls went inside willingly that the family would owe whoever brought them there a debt. Of course, that's all a stupid story." Alex added, laughing as he pulled his van up into the driveway.
The friends smiled as they entered the mansion from a side door which had strange symbols carved into the decaying wooden door. Alex smiled and motioned for his friends to follow him into the library. As soon as the friends entered the library, all of them felt cold, and everything began to get darker. Everyone called out to everyone else, and all of them heard terrible, guttural sounds all around them. Alex shouted for them all to follow his voice, and they heard a snap int he darkness. Suddenly, they were back in the library, with Alex holding a strange lamp in his hands.
"It was on the desk." He explained, motioning for them to go downstairs with him via a staircase next to the bookshelves. The deeper they went down, the colder it got, and the louder the guttural noise became behind them, Alex reassuring them all the while that the noise was in their heads, that they were all overreacting to his story. When everyone emerged from the staircase, they found themselves in a horrible laboratory, filled with strange, zombie-like creatures in cages, and all manner of horrifying instruments of torture.
Five black shapes emerged from the shadows, making the terrible, guttural sounds as they surrounded the teenagers. Their arms jagged and oozing at the edges, their bodies like black fog drifting along the floor. Alexander walked past them as though they were not there, sifting through various piles of objects, throwing several behind him, despite the angry hisses of the creatures.
"What are you doing? Don't you see these terrible things? Why are you so calm?" The friends shouted at him, exasperated at their friend's materialistic behavior. Hisses from the creatures silenced them. One turned to Alex and bowed.
"You've brought our sacrifices.We will be free from this mansion, free to devour souls as we please. We owe you a debt." The creature hissed, bowing as low as possible.
Alex turned to face the creature, his expression revealing his impatience. "That's nice for you. Now, where is my mask?"
~Yukirin_Kinomoto~
Entry #1
Username: ~Yukirin_Kinomoto~
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-Scary
Title: Love's Delicous Illusions
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Drip. Drip. Drip. It wasn't my fault. I had no choice...
Drip. Drip. Drip.
No... Yes. It was my fault. All my fault. He did love me. He did.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I just dissapointed him, made him angry. My fault... my fault. Drip. Drip. Drip.
He was going to come back for me now. There was no safe place. I've angered him beyond reason; he wouldn't stop hurting me now. he was coming for me. They believed walls and cells could keep him locked up, hidden away. They're wrong. It was only a matter of time... No! He loved me, he loved me.
Uttering a small, pathetic whimper, I blocked out all my thoughts and pressed the blade deeper into my wrist.
I smiled happily, my hand hooked around and resting on his arm. He was such a perfect person. I was incredibly lucky to be with him. There were many people whom I knew that would utterly jealous of me. Sure, they were polite and tried their best to be happy for me, but I could see the jealousy in their eyes; every time he touched me, kissed me, caressed me. But, who could blame them? Had our roles been reversed, I'd be jealous as well. But he loved me. Me. He'd chosen me over all the other girls in London.
The day was damp and the fog seemed to be increasin instead of receding as he and I walked along. We talked of nothing and everything, never tiring of being in the others presence. My boots made a light tip, tip noise on the cobblestone streets and we headed for the park. Cobblestone soon turned to a pebbled walkway as we walked under an arch that marked the entrance to the park. He told a joke and my laugh echoed around us. The fog had grown so thick that we could only see ten feet in front of ust. But I wasn't scared. I was with him, and he wasn't going to let anything hurt me.
Suddenly, he looked around and seeing no one, swept me off my feet and into his arms, racing towards the spot where he'd hung a wooden swing for me a few weeks before. Giving a cry of delight, I let loose another peal of laughter and wound my arms around his neck as he raced through the fog. Reaching the swing, he set me down upon it and stood behind me, gently pushing against my back to start the momentum. The swing moved rythmically; back and forth... back and forth... back and forth. There was a point where the swing moved so high that I swear I could've reached up straight through the fog and pluck a star straight out of the sky. It was evening now, and growing later by the minute. Coming back down to earth, the swing was suddenly stopped. He was there in front of me, a smile on his lips.
Leaning towards me, his lips brushed my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he spoke. "I love you, Alyss."
A fiery blush lit up my porcelain skin and I whispered in reply, "As I love you."
All of the sudden his lips brushed against my ear, my throat and finally came to rest on my lips. He kissed me deeply, hungrily and a warning bell went off inside of my head. This was the first time he kissed me so forcefully... But I thought nothing of it and against my better judgement, I found myself kissing him back.
It was a relief to be able to drop the polite charade of a perfect Englishwoman. A relief to kiss him and let him know just how much I loved him.
then things began to go wrong. He picked me up off the swing and the ground was suddenly pressed against my back. He continued to kiss me, his hands pulling at the buttons on my blouse. No. I did not want this.
"N..." I began, but his lips silenced mine. I struggled against him and his lips left mine for a fraction of a second. "No!" I shouted. I did not want this. Not at all. I was not ready. Not for this.
He stoped long enough to pull back and look at me. "You are mine. you gave me your heart, did you not. You swore your love to me. Now prove that you mean the words you speak." He said, his dark eyes boring into mine. I felt trapped. I couldn't look away, nor could I move. His hands went back to tearing at my shirt and I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him off.
"I said no!" I cried out, surprised by my strength as he fell off of me. Quickly climbing to my feet, I tried to button my blouse. But my shaking hands betrayed me and I couldnot button them. Instead, i turned around to walk away, when I felt something grasp my hair. I turned around, but he yanked my hair tightly, causing me to cry out in pain and stumble back towards him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me tight, fingers digging into my fragile skin. Spinning me around to face him, he brought up a hand and struck the back of face with enough force to whip my head around. Scared and angry I picked up my foot and brought it down hard in a stomp. I made contact with his foot and he cursed, loosening my hold. That was all I needed. I yanked from his grip and didn't risk the chance to look behind me. I ran. The wind whipped through my hair, causing it to fly wildly about me and making my skirt whisper about my lets. The fog was now so thick that I could not see my hand as far as it would stretch in front of me. My boots crunched on the grabel, sending small pebbles skittering to and fro.
I could hear his footfalls behind me; loud as they made contact with the ground. he must've slid on the gravel for I heard a loud thump soon followed after with a curse. He was much closer than I'd thought. A new, fresh wave of fear threatened to pull me under and to make me hide deep away inside of myself. The only thing that stopped me from doing so, was the sting of my fafce and the new sound I heard as I ran over the ground, gasping for breath. My feet were no longer hitting gravel. The were hitting cobble. The streets. Oh, Lord in Heaven, I was back. I could hear people all around me and a few came into view as I raced by. But all were swallowed by the fog once more, as if they were nothing more than phantoms come to mock me in my fear. My head was light and my vision began to slide in and out. Bloody corsets. They weren't meant for sport.
I ran straight into someone and I stumbled back. The person reached out with a hand, grasping my wrist and keeping me on my feet. Through the mist, I could make out the figure and it's clothing. It was a Bobby! Oh, thank God! A shaky breath escaped me as the officer stepped closer to get a better look at me. "Dear God!" He gasped, taking in the sight of my fly-away hair, loose blouse, scrapes on my arms and hands and the mark on my face. "Child, what hapened?"
I took a hesitant breath, looking into the offier's eys and shivering all over. Could I tell him? Then again, what choice did I have? Opening my mouth, I found myself repeating the tale. Near the end, there were footsteps sounding from behind me and suddenly he was there.
"Oh, Alyss, love..." He said to me, his voice soft and soothing. Turning his gaze to the Bobby, he smiled a charming smile. One that once made my heart fly but now it made it turn to ice within my breast. "Thank you, Officer, for taking care of my girl." He said in a polite tone. He had no clue what I'd just told the Bobby.
I gave a small whimper and backed up, finding my back against the Officer. AT once, the Officer moved and jumped in front of me, gasping the man I loved by his shoulder. "Yes, sir. I plan to take care of your girl. And that means removing the threat she'd just told me from her life. Sir, I fear I must take you into custody." At this, he struggled but the Bobby knew how to handle such things. And so, I stood in foogy streets of London, watching as the Bobby pulled him away, both slowly being swallowed by the fog. Though the fog obscurbed my vision, it did not have the same effect on my hearing.
"You are mine, Alyss! I shall return to you! If I cannot have you, no one can!"
A moment later and the fog had swollowed them whole; as if they'd never been there at all. I was left alone on the cobbled streets, hurt, exhausted and desperately afraid of what was to come.
The physical pain caused by the razor – which had dropped out of my trembling hand and onto the ground -- was much easier to cope with than the overwhelming dread and fear that pulled me under, leaving me curled in on myself on the ground, my chest heaving in and out with the great shuddering breaths that racked my body. It had been a week since he’d been taken away and locked up. But there were now whispers and rumors that he’d escaped imprisonment… I don’t know how. No one knows how.
Shaking, I climbed to my feet and walked over to the water basin, turning on the tap. Warm water gushed out and I placed my bleeding arms underneath it, watching as the water turned red from contact with my blood. It was only when the water cascading down my arm remained clear that I turned off the tap and walked over to my dresser, pulling out a roll of fabric used for bandaging. I wrapped it around my wounds and then carefully pulled the sleeve of my blouse down to cover it, concealing the cuts I inflicted upon myself now day after ay.
There was a knock at my door and I raised my voice, struggling to keep it from trembling. ”I’m coming. Please, do hold on one moment.” I was proud of myself; my voice hadn’t even wobbled. Perhaps… just perhaps I could eventually heal. Pull together the broken pieces that remained of me and put them back together. It would take time, but perhaps it was possible. Smoothing down my attire, I walked over to the door, expecting it to be one of my friends who’d continued to visit me every day to check up on me. I grasped the handle and pulled open the door…
My smile vanished more quickly than it had come and a scream built in my throat. A moment later, it ripped the air apart; a high pitched keening noise. However I was cut off as he strode into the room, pushing me back and shutting the door, making sure to lock it behind him. There was a smile on his face as he spoke.
I told you I would return to you, Alyss. You are mine. Mine and no one else’s.”
He reached up with a hand and stroked my cheek. I cringed at his touch, as though it were poisonous. He chuckled as he advanced upon me. “It’s alright, dear. We’ve all the time in the world, to get you to love me again. And you will, Alyss. Oh, you will.”
He continued to advance upon me as I continued to back up. I filled my lungs with air and screamed once more.
And he merely smiled as he grabbed my wrist, his fingers digging into my arm as he pulled me towards him.
Username: ~Yukirin_Kinomoto~
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-Scary
Title: Love's Delicous Illusions
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Drip. Drip. Drip. It wasn't my fault. I had no choice...
Drip. Drip. Drip.
No... Yes. It was my fault. All my fault. He did love me. He did.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I just dissapointed him, made him angry. My fault... my fault. Drip. Drip. Drip.
He was going to come back for me now. There was no safe place. I've angered him beyond reason; he wouldn't stop hurting me now. he was coming for me. They believed walls and cells could keep him locked up, hidden away. They're wrong. It was only a matter of time... No! He loved me, he loved me.
Uttering a small, pathetic whimper, I blocked out all my thoughts and pressed the blade deeper into my wrist.
One Week Earlier
I smiled happily, my hand hooked around and resting on his arm. He was such a perfect person. I was incredibly lucky to be with him. There were many people whom I knew that would utterly jealous of me. Sure, they were polite and tried their best to be happy for me, but I could see the jealousy in their eyes; every time he touched me, kissed me, caressed me. But, who could blame them? Had our roles been reversed, I'd be jealous as well. But he loved me. Me. He'd chosen me over all the other girls in London.
The day was damp and the fog seemed to be increasin instead of receding as he and I walked along. We talked of nothing and everything, never tiring of being in the others presence. My boots made a light tip, tip noise on the cobblestone streets and we headed for the park. Cobblestone soon turned to a pebbled walkway as we walked under an arch that marked the entrance to the park. He told a joke and my laugh echoed around us. The fog had grown so thick that we could only see ten feet in front of ust. But I wasn't scared. I was with him, and he wasn't going to let anything hurt me.
Suddenly, he looked around and seeing no one, swept me off my feet and into his arms, racing towards the spot where he'd hung a wooden swing for me a few weeks before. Giving a cry of delight, I let loose another peal of laughter and wound my arms around his neck as he raced through the fog. Reaching the swing, he set me down upon it and stood behind me, gently pushing against my back to start the momentum. The swing moved rythmically; back and forth... back and forth... back and forth. There was a point where the swing moved so high that I swear I could've reached up straight through the fog and pluck a star straight out of the sky. It was evening now, and growing later by the minute. Coming back down to earth, the swing was suddenly stopped. He was there in front of me, a smile on his lips.
Leaning towards me, his lips brushed my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he spoke. "I love you, Alyss."
A fiery blush lit up my porcelain skin and I whispered in reply, "As I love you."
All of the sudden his lips brushed against my ear, my throat and finally came to rest on my lips. He kissed me deeply, hungrily and a warning bell went off inside of my head. This was the first time he kissed me so forcefully... But I thought nothing of it and against my better judgement, I found myself kissing him back.
It was a relief to be able to drop the polite charade of a perfect Englishwoman. A relief to kiss him and let him know just how much I loved him.
then things began to go wrong. He picked me up off the swing and the ground was suddenly pressed against my back. He continued to kiss me, his hands pulling at the buttons on my blouse. No. I did not want this.
"N..." I began, but his lips silenced mine. I struggled against him and his lips left mine for a fraction of a second. "No!" I shouted. I did not want this. Not at all. I was not ready. Not for this.
He stoped long enough to pull back and look at me. "You are mine. you gave me your heart, did you not. You swore your love to me. Now prove that you mean the words you speak." He said, his dark eyes boring into mine. I felt trapped. I couldn't look away, nor could I move. His hands went back to tearing at my shirt and I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him off.
"I said no!" I cried out, surprised by my strength as he fell off of me. Quickly climbing to my feet, I tried to button my blouse. But my shaking hands betrayed me and I couldnot button them. Instead, i turned around to walk away, when I felt something grasp my hair. I turned around, but he yanked my hair tightly, causing me to cry out in pain and stumble back towards him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me tight, fingers digging into my fragile skin. Spinning me around to face him, he brought up a hand and struck the back of face with enough force to whip my head around. Scared and angry I picked up my foot and brought it down hard in a stomp. I made contact with his foot and he cursed, loosening my hold. That was all I needed. I yanked from his grip and didn't risk the chance to look behind me. I ran. The wind whipped through my hair, causing it to fly wildly about me and making my skirt whisper about my lets. The fog was now so thick that I could not see my hand as far as it would stretch in front of me. My boots crunched on the grabel, sending small pebbles skittering to and fro.
I could hear his footfalls behind me; loud as they made contact with the ground. he must've slid on the gravel for I heard a loud thump soon followed after with a curse. He was much closer than I'd thought. A new, fresh wave of fear threatened to pull me under and to make me hide deep away inside of myself. The only thing that stopped me from doing so, was the sting of my fafce and the new sound I heard as I ran over the ground, gasping for breath. My feet were no longer hitting gravel. The were hitting cobble. The streets. Oh, Lord in Heaven, I was back. I could hear people all around me and a few came into view as I raced by. But all were swallowed by the fog once more, as if they were nothing more than phantoms come to mock me in my fear. My head was light and my vision began to slide in and out. Bloody corsets. They weren't meant for sport.
I ran straight into someone and I stumbled back. The person reached out with a hand, grasping my wrist and keeping me on my feet. Through the mist, I could make out the figure and it's clothing. It was a Bobby! Oh, thank God! A shaky breath escaped me as the officer stepped closer to get a better look at me. "Dear God!" He gasped, taking in the sight of my fly-away hair, loose blouse, scrapes on my arms and hands and the mark on my face. "Child, what hapened?"
I took a hesitant breath, looking into the offier's eys and shivering all over. Could I tell him? Then again, what choice did I have? Opening my mouth, I found myself repeating the tale. Near the end, there were footsteps sounding from behind me and suddenly he was there.
"Oh, Alyss, love..." He said to me, his voice soft and soothing. Turning his gaze to the Bobby, he smiled a charming smile. One that once made my heart fly but now it made it turn to ice within my breast. "Thank you, Officer, for taking care of my girl." He said in a polite tone. He had no clue what I'd just told the Bobby.
I gave a small whimper and backed up, finding my back against the Officer. AT once, the Officer moved and jumped in front of me, gasping the man I loved by his shoulder. "Yes, sir. I plan to take care of your girl. And that means removing the threat she'd just told me from her life. Sir, I fear I must take you into custody." At this, he struggled but the Bobby knew how to handle such things. And so, I stood in foogy streets of London, watching as the Bobby pulled him away, both slowly being swallowed by the fog. Though the fog obscurbed my vision, it did not have the same effect on my hearing.
"You are mine, Alyss! I shall return to you! If I cannot have you, no one can!"
A moment later and the fog had swollowed them whole; as if they'd never been there at all. I was left alone on the cobbled streets, hurt, exhausted and desperately afraid of what was to come.
Present Day
The physical pain caused by the razor – which had dropped out of my trembling hand and onto the ground -- was much easier to cope with than the overwhelming dread and fear that pulled me under, leaving me curled in on myself on the ground, my chest heaving in and out with the great shuddering breaths that racked my body. It had been a week since he’d been taken away and locked up. But there were now whispers and rumors that he’d escaped imprisonment… I don’t know how. No one knows how.
Shaking, I climbed to my feet and walked over to the water basin, turning on the tap. Warm water gushed out and I placed my bleeding arms underneath it, watching as the water turned red from contact with my blood. It was only when the water cascading down my arm remained clear that I turned off the tap and walked over to my dresser, pulling out a roll of fabric used for bandaging. I wrapped it around my wounds and then carefully pulled the sleeve of my blouse down to cover it, concealing the cuts I inflicted upon myself now day after ay.
There was a knock at my door and I raised my voice, struggling to keep it from trembling. ”I’m coming. Please, do hold on one moment.” I was proud of myself; my voice hadn’t even wobbled. Perhaps… just perhaps I could eventually heal. Pull together the broken pieces that remained of me and put them back together. It would take time, but perhaps it was possible. Smoothing down my attire, I walked over to the door, expecting it to be one of my friends who’d continued to visit me every day to check up on me. I grasped the handle and pulled open the door…
My smile vanished more quickly than it had come and a scream built in my throat. A moment later, it ripped the air apart; a high pitched keening noise. However I was cut off as he strode into the room, pushing me back and shutting the door, making sure to lock it behind him. There was a smile on his face as he spoke.
I told you I would return to you, Alyss. You are mine. Mine and no one else’s.”
He reached up with a hand and stroked my cheek. I cringed at his touch, as though it were poisonous. He chuckled as he advanced upon me. “It’s alright, dear. We’ve all the time in the world, to get you to love me again. And you will, Alyss. Oh, you will.”
He continued to advance upon me as I continued to back up. I filled my lungs with air and screamed once more.
And he merely smiled as he grabbed my wrist, his fingers digging into my arm as he pulled me towards him.
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Entry #1
Username: dragonelf213
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-Scary (I read a lot of horror, so I might be a little light on this. Anyway, if you have any problems with it, just send me a PM.)
Title: Hunter's Moon
My feet thumped softly against the forest floor. All my senses had molded together to provide a both clearer and diminished picture of the world. I barely noted the shrieks of the owls in the canopy overhead and the peaty scent of the woods was something I had grown accustomed to. However, every loud beat of my heart, every whooping breath, and most importantly, every crackling leaf sounded like a gunshot. My eyes now only focused on the path before me; on dodging any trees before I could hit into them and on pushing through the thorny brambles that tore at me. But the smell of blood! That was the worst thing and it was the thing I was most aware of.
I had always hated the fact that my parents made me run all the time, but right now, I was thankful for them for those morning jogs followed up by runs around the lake. Sure, I had cursed them every single moment back then, but at least my built-up stamina had helped keep me alive. At least so far. I couldn’t forget the fact that it was still after me and it was raving mad.
--Flashback--
A few friends and I had decided to go into the forest for the Halloween weekend. It was supposed to be a retreat from family. It was also a way for me to keep away from having to babysit my younger siblings on a trick-or-treating fest. We had quickly set up our camps and then Evan, my boyfriend, started a fire for us to gather around. It was fun, it was relaxing, and it was just the type of things teens like us needed. Currently Evan and I had walked a little away from camp to be alone.
Leaning my head against Evan’s shoulder, I breathed a sigh of enjoyment. I felt his hand trail through my dirty blonde hair before placing that hand on my shoulder where my hair ended. The rest of my friends had fallen asleep in their sleeping bags or simply conked out on the dirt. However, I wasn’t quite ready to fall asleep yet. I wanted to savor this time away from home, away from all the chores and work.
I felt Evan’s hand tighten on my shoulder and I glanced at him. His olive eyes were fixated on the moon, a lovely full moon, bright and white. It had been covered in clouds earlier, which had made telling scary stories all the better, but now the sky was completely clear.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I said softly.
“Almost as beautiful as—“ His cliché, but sweet comment died on his lips, replaced by a groan of intense pain. The arm that had encircled me dropped away as Evan pushed himself a few feet away. His face was contorted in pain. Some blood dripped from his lip where he had bitten down on it to keep from yelling.
“Evan! Evan, what’s wrong?” I asked, reaching out for the boy.
Evan lashed out at me, causing me to step back in surprise, as he began moaning, “Back away.”
I could only stare in confusion and anxiety as a shriek of pain tore from him. Evan crouched down on the ground. His spine was elongating and course fur sprouted from his skin at a record speed. His face was stretching outwards. Perhaps the most startling change was the fact that he was growing bigger. The seams of his clothes ripped. I opened my mouth to call out to him again, but found that my voice had vanished.
“Karen, what’s wrong? I heard yelling.” My friend’s sleepy voice called to me as she walked towards me. I didn’t turn my head to look at Elaina’s blonde head, my imagination spewing up an image of her mouth widening as she looked at Evan.
Was it really Evan though? Whatever transformation that had seized Evan was finished, leaving a black-furred beast. The creature was bent over and just when I started to think that perhaps he needed help and that I should go over to him, it stood up and let out a chilling howl. The creature must have stood at least 7 feet tall. A tail that I hadn’t noticed until now swished through the air as he sniffed his surroundings.
Elaina was the first to scream; a long, wailing sound that made my eardrums ache. Evan, or whatever this wolfish creature should be called, turned towards the sound. His red eyes gleamed rapaciously and I couldn’t help think of the horror films with all the monsters. Hollywood could only wish to recreate such a hunger.
Evan launched himself through the air. I fell to the side to avoid getting hit by his huge form, earning myself a few scrapes but nothing serious. The same could not be said for Elaina. As I turned around, I saw what had once been my boyfriend sinking his canines into the flesh of Elaina’s neck. Her face bore three long slashes, which were bleeding profusely. I could only stare at my friend as the scent of fresh blood replaced the natural smells of the forest. Then with a twist of his head, there was an awful sound of bone breaking and Elaina was gone from this world.
My voice wasn’t my own as I feebly croaked out, “Elaina.” I knew she was dead, I knew alerting the beast to my presence was a bad idea, but my voice box had suddenly gained a mind of its own. The beast’s head rose and he stared at me hungrily. I turned around and began to run, the sole hope of losing him in the forest dominant in my mind.
--Current—
The werewolf behind me, recognizable by his loud progress through the undergrowth and the heavy scent of blood on him, had not given up on his chase. He hadn’t returned to his other kill, to do… I stopped myself before the image could arise. I didn’t want to think about that. All I wanted to think about was running. Focus on my heartbeat, on my breathing, on my environment, and just forget that I was running for my life.
There was a break in the trees as I wandered out into a small clearing similar to the one Evan and I had rested in earlier. Still running, but near the end of my endurance, I noticed that the footsteps had suddenly stopped. Deciding to risk it, I twisted my head back, but I never got to see what was there as I was pushed into the ground.
The werewolf that had been my sweet albeit cheesy boyfriend had me pinned to the ground. His claws sunk into the skin of my shoulders, causing me to clench my teeth in pain. The teeth that had killed my friend leaned down towards me. It was terrible; the only things I was aware of were the powerful stench of blood and the warm bulk hunkering over me. Time seemed to have slowed down as his jaws fixed themselves around my neck and began to bite down. As red swarmed my vision, my final thought was of the hunter’s moon, leering at us from above and visible from the corner of my eyes. Then there was nothing.
Username: dragonelf213
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-Scary (I read a lot of horror, so I might be a little light on this. Anyway, if you have any problems with it, just send me a PM.)
Title: Hunter's Moon
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My feet thumped softly against the forest floor. All my senses had molded together to provide a both clearer and diminished picture of the world. I barely noted the shrieks of the owls in the canopy overhead and the peaty scent of the woods was something I had grown accustomed to. However, every loud beat of my heart, every whooping breath, and most importantly, every crackling leaf sounded like a gunshot. My eyes now only focused on the path before me; on dodging any trees before I could hit into them and on pushing through the thorny brambles that tore at me. But the smell of blood! That was the worst thing and it was the thing I was most aware of.
I had always hated the fact that my parents made me run all the time, but right now, I was thankful for them for those morning jogs followed up by runs around the lake. Sure, I had cursed them every single moment back then, but at least my built-up stamina had helped keep me alive. At least so far. I couldn’t forget the fact that it was still after me and it was raving mad.
--Flashback--
A few friends and I had decided to go into the forest for the Halloween weekend. It was supposed to be a retreat from family. It was also a way for me to keep away from having to babysit my younger siblings on a trick-or-treating fest. We had quickly set up our camps and then Evan, my boyfriend, started a fire for us to gather around. It was fun, it was relaxing, and it was just the type of things teens like us needed. Currently Evan and I had walked a little away from camp to be alone.
Leaning my head against Evan’s shoulder, I breathed a sigh of enjoyment. I felt his hand trail through my dirty blonde hair before placing that hand on my shoulder where my hair ended. The rest of my friends had fallen asleep in their sleeping bags or simply conked out on the dirt. However, I wasn’t quite ready to fall asleep yet. I wanted to savor this time away from home, away from all the chores and work.
I felt Evan’s hand tighten on my shoulder and I glanced at him. His olive eyes were fixated on the moon, a lovely full moon, bright and white. It had been covered in clouds earlier, which had made telling scary stories all the better, but now the sky was completely clear.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I said softly.
“Almost as beautiful as—“ His cliché, but sweet comment died on his lips, replaced by a groan of intense pain. The arm that had encircled me dropped away as Evan pushed himself a few feet away. His face was contorted in pain. Some blood dripped from his lip where he had bitten down on it to keep from yelling.
“Evan! Evan, what’s wrong?” I asked, reaching out for the boy.
Evan lashed out at me, causing me to step back in surprise, as he began moaning, “Back away.”
I could only stare in confusion and anxiety as a shriek of pain tore from him. Evan crouched down on the ground. His spine was elongating and course fur sprouted from his skin at a record speed. His face was stretching outwards. Perhaps the most startling change was the fact that he was growing bigger. The seams of his clothes ripped. I opened my mouth to call out to him again, but found that my voice had vanished.
“Karen, what’s wrong? I heard yelling.” My friend’s sleepy voice called to me as she walked towards me. I didn’t turn my head to look at Elaina’s blonde head, my imagination spewing up an image of her mouth widening as she looked at Evan.
Was it really Evan though? Whatever transformation that had seized Evan was finished, leaving a black-furred beast. The creature was bent over and just when I started to think that perhaps he needed help and that I should go over to him, it stood up and let out a chilling howl. The creature must have stood at least 7 feet tall. A tail that I hadn’t noticed until now swished through the air as he sniffed his surroundings.
Elaina was the first to scream; a long, wailing sound that made my eardrums ache. Evan, or whatever this wolfish creature should be called, turned towards the sound. His red eyes gleamed rapaciously and I couldn’t help think of the horror films with all the monsters. Hollywood could only wish to recreate such a hunger.
Evan launched himself through the air. I fell to the side to avoid getting hit by his huge form, earning myself a few scrapes but nothing serious. The same could not be said for Elaina. As I turned around, I saw what had once been my boyfriend sinking his canines into the flesh of Elaina’s neck. Her face bore three long slashes, which were bleeding profusely. I could only stare at my friend as the scent of fresh blood replaced the natural smells of the forest. Then with a twist of his head, there was an awful sound of bone breaking and Elaina was gone from this world.
My voice wasn’t my own as I feebly croaked out, “Elaina.” I knew she was dead, I knew alerting the beast to my presence was a bad idea, but my voice box had suddenly gained a mind of its own. The beast’s head rose and he stared at me hungrily. I turned around and began to run, the sole hope of losing him in the forest dominant in my mind.
--Current—
The werewolf behind me, recognizable by his loud progress through the undergrowth and the heavy scent of blood on him, had not given up on his chase. He hadn’t returned to his other kill, to do… I stopped myself before the image could arise. I didn’t want to think about that. All I wanted to think about was running. Focus on my heartbeat, on my breathing, on my environment, and just forget that I was running for my life.
There was a break in the trees as I wandered out into a small clearing similar to the one Evan and I had rested in earlier. Still running, but near the end of my endurance, I noticed that the footsteps had suddenly stopped. Deciding to risk it, I twisted my head back, but I never got to see what was there as I was pushed into the ground.
The werewolf that had been my sweet albeit cheesy boyfriend had me pinned to the ground. His claws sunk into the skin of my shoulders, causing me to clench my teeth in pain. The teeth that had killed my friend leaned down towards me. It was terrible; the only things I was aware of were the powerful stench of blood and the warm bulk hunkering over me. Time seemed to have slowed down as his jaws fixed themselves around my neck and began to bite down. As red swarmed my vision, my final thought was of the hunter’s moon, leering at us from above and visible from the corner of my eyes. Then there was nothing.
