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 Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 5:48 pm
Okay, so what good is Halloween without a few good stories? Something to make you laugh... lol Something to send chills down your spine... eek Something to give you nightmares for the rest of your life... twisted Okay, maybe not that last one... sweatdrop So send in your stories! They can be about your favourite characters from shows and anime... or something new altogether... Surprise us with your writing skills. You may never know, you might just very well win something! mrgreen Rules/Guidelines 1. You may submit as many entries as you like. However, each entry will only come under either fan fiction or original categories. 2. In addition to stating the category of your short story, please label your short story based on its content. We have three levels: Funny, Semi-Scary and Terrifying. 3. Do note that not everyone enjoys reading stuff that will scare them silly so please be considerate to others and follow rule #2. 4. Last rule, basic etiquette and manners. Don't upset others, be polite, etc. (You should know this by now...) *lilsweetcheeks will be in charge of selecting winners and giving out prizes. If you have any question, feel free to PM either one of us. Oh, and have fun writing! mrgreen
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 12:11 am
Semi-scary/Terrifying
3rd Place Winner
Entry #1
Username: Keiko503
Category: Original
Genre: ........ okay, so I had like, two people read this to tell me, and they both said semi-scary. But quite frankly, just make sure you aren't alone in your room with all of the lights out, otherwise it might be terrifying. (Don't read if you get scared easily too, it's pretty borderline).
Title: Hallow's Eve Trick
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There on 13666 Muerto Lane in the dead end part of the barren neighborhood a mansion can be found. So many stories circulate it, but one is more prominent than the rest. How did this place sprout up? Had anyone ever lived there? Why is that particular neighborhood abandoned? No one has been seen entering or leaving the place, however, at night the lights come on, and constantly change rooms with each passing night. Will there never be a way to solve this mystery? The answer may only lie within the mansion itself… Do you dare enter it~?
’Hey… stop pushing…!’
’I don’t wanna go in!’
’Calm down everyone, please?’
’…………………’
’HEYYY WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE Q—‘
’Will you shut up?! You’re making more noise than anyone else!’
Upon finally deciding who was going to enter first, the door was slowly pushed open. Filing in, the door was shut quietly before a good look was taken at the room. Nothing unusual. Everything looked normal. Normal and clean. How was a house that was abandoned supposed to be like this?
’What happened to the lights?!’
’ARRGGGHHH SOMET—‘
Was that a girl’s giggle just now? Who would laugh in a situation like this…?
The floor collapsed.
’Owwww…’ Well at least, despite the hard landing, nothing felt broken. But it was oddly dark and wet down here… Where was a light when you needed it? Oh, scratch that. If this was like any normal horror film, something bad would happen as soon as the light was turned on wouldn’t it? No, crawling out and trying to find a way out in the dark was the better option. But where to begin?
’Perhaps a flashlight will help~?’ A male’s voice purred, something similar to a flashlight being pushed into hand while something… unusually cold was brushed against a cheek. A hand?
Turning on the flashlight and darting away, laughter followed as stairs started coming into view. Almost there! Almost to a way for freedom! The flashlight wasn’t needed at this point, light was flooding down the stairs! Though, there wasn’t a window in sight to break out of and get out of the mansion… Was that blood?! It was definitely for the best that nothing had been seen down the stairs. But the fact that the ceiling was made of a glass-like substance and was letting in so much moonlight… Well, at least one of the several doors would provide a proper way out of the mansion. It looked like door number one revealed two people. One of them looked injured.
’H—hey are you two alright?!’
’Oh you silly child. You should have kept that flashlight off!’ The girl stood up, revealing a decapitated body on the ground, her mouth dripping blood. Door was slammed shut as each and every door was opened quickly. Were… were those the others who had come into the house as well? Some of them… it looked like it was possible that they had been someone else. All the doors had been opened at this point, so there was only one place left to look, go back down the stairs and look for another way out… But there was that giggle again.
’Awww, aren’t you just adorable?! You’re so terrified, I think that I might just have to—‘
’Ahahahhh, this one is mine. You had your fun, now it’s my turn. It’s too bad you didn’t claim this one earlier, isn’t it~?’
The smirk on the male’s face was the last to be seen before everything went dark.
’I—it was all just a dream?!’ Oh thanks goodness! Maybe it wasn’t too late to persuade everyone to go trick or treating on this Halloween night. It was never too late to get out of their plans, and the dream seemed like a bad omen for the exploration of the mansion. Whatever secrets it held could wait another few years, decades, centuries before being found out…
’A dream? Oh no, this is reality foolish child. A living nightmare, just for you~ What are you doing now? Thrashing around will get you nowhere! I swear, every time you run, I will always re-capture you.’
’N—NO! Let me go! I never did anything to you! I won’t tell anyone what I saw here!’
”No one who has seen the inside of this mansion escapes alive.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 6:15 pm
Semi-scary
3rd Place Winner
Entry #2
Username: Prina Sigamari
Category: Original
Genre: semi-scary
Title: spirit dance
Spirit's day(Halloween) sometime in the past
She walked down the street with her eyes on the ground,trying to ignore the people as they put the finishing touches on their houses in order to ward off the evil spirits. She didn't believe in all that,but then again,she lived in the old house on the top of the hill near the graveyard.
She walked up the hill and stopped when she reached the top. She turned towards the graveyard and watched as a short figure darted past into the center of the graveyard.
She rubbed her eyes.'”Must be seeing things.”. She muttered,unlocking the door and stepping inside.
There was a rumor that her house was haunted because it was built beside the graveyard. Others said that she was a necromancer who summoned the dead to do her bidding. However,neither of theses rumors were true.
Her mind wandered back to the figure in the graveyard,who would be out at this time of night. She looked at the clock . It was midnight on Spirit's night. A person wouldn't be down there unless they were up to no good. She sighed and grabbed her coat and keys.
She saw another figure run past,this time she got enough of a glimpse to see that it was a young male,probably in his early teens. She followed him and grabbed his hand,gasping as her arm went right though him. He turned to her and smiled before running off again. She ran,trying to keep up with the odd boy. She knew something wasn't right,but refused to believe that this boy as a spirit.
The boy stopped and she had to force herself not to scream. In the center of the graveyard was a mass of blooded bodies,some she could have sworn she recognized from work and classes. The teenage boy looked at her and smiled.
“Welcome.” He said.”We have been waiting for you for a long time.”She screamed and began to run back towards the town. She could see that the boy was running after her,and quickly gaining.
“Come and dance with us. We get so lonely here.” He said,grabbing her arm and dragging her back. She saw many other children and teens there,all of them pale and transparent like the boy who now had his arm around her waist.
“Don't you remember me?” He asked her,forcing her to look at him.
She turned to look at him,not believing what was happening. She did now the boy. He had been her boyfriend a few years ago,but had gotten hit by a car and died.
“This isn't real,you're a dream,just a nightmare.” She muttered,trying to remain calm.
He smiled and looked at her,letting go of her arm.”If this is just a dream then it won't hurt to dance with me.” He replied,flicking his hair out of his eyes like she had seen him do more times then sjhe could count.
She laughed.”I suppose not.” She said,taking his hand and letting him lead her to the middle of the graveyard. Music suddenly began to play,and more and more people beagn to show as the night progressed.
“It's time to sleep.” He muttered in her ear many hours later. "I promise that we will dance again next year.”She nodded sleepily. She lay down beside him and closed her eyes for the final time.
Nov.1,sometime in the past
The village was all shocked about the teen who lived on the hills sudden death. Most would say that it was evil spirits,still some think it was suicide.
A teenage boy and girl stood among the few people at the funeral. However,no one noticed them.
“I told you.” The boy said to the girl as the service came to and end.”She wanted to join him.”
The girl shook her head. “He has forever now.” She replied.
He took the girls hand and they wandered off,fading into the mist that always settled over the graveyard.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 3:22 pm
Semi-scary
2nd Place Winner
Entry #3
Username: Brooklyn Hyuuga
Category: Original
Genre:Semi-scary (Modified a little from The Hunchback of Notre Dame)
Title: Hallows Gyspy
Its ironic really on how society casted me out. I was one of them, a dancer but more of a free lancer... I wanted to be bound to no place or man but to the soul rythm of my feet against the barren ground.... But no. The high priest called my occupant nothing but a forbbiden act of defiance against the city but yet still lusted for a body that would never belong to him. I fled from the tryanny of the man ruled state rather then abide by its cruel treatment and traveled with a pack of renagades who like me were bound to no land or place. We roamed all over, entertaining those who dare to seek out those who lived by their own standards.
Days...
Weeks...
Months....
All passed by like a changing breeze of seasons... Until that fateful night where it was an untimly situation. Letting the music cast out its lure, I took the bait greedly as my body danced to the music provided by my jovious companions. It was hallows eve and ire lit the shadows of the dim forest while the caravan was being checked for suppiles and clothing. Stories were being told of old ledgends and past while the small children ran with sweets of honey dripping messily down chins and arms. For a night that was so shunned and considered cursed, it was a blessed haven to all who had no home to roam and be free...
When the first arrow flew abound... No one knew except the neck that it pierced with its sharp edge. Immediatly I saw blood coat the earth and the tempo in my heart changed from a free flowing river to bells that rang a signal of death. Tirades of arrows rained upon us and I did not wait to see what was to happen. My feet barren as day bounded across mossy paths as my skirt tore against thickets and tree brances that blocked me. Skidding down, I hid in a ditch and watched the massacare with hazed eyes. Men were castrated and woman and children violated multiple times before being slowly killed to death. While many had gotten killed on impact, those unfortunate few were subjected to being treated lower then dogs and abused like a common street whore. That night, I knew that the legends were true... Hallows eve is cursed, mine with a sea of blood...
When dawn abroke, I carefully slid away and ran back to the only place I knew. Covering my face, I slowly made my way in and took narrow pathways that most could not access unless nimble. I hid among the barrels that lined the chapel walls before catching a loose rope and climbing it.....
"Whose there?!"
"Bell keeper, may I stay?" Peering from under my makeshift hood, I stared at the deformed face of the bell keeper of this place. I've seen him once before during the fools fest but he was saved by the high priest. Looking at him for the first time, I noticed not the physical but the emotional side of this being. Coming from the shadows I heard him gasp.
"You! But..."
I approched him and laid my hand on his as not to frighten him. "Please, my companions were slain by the state and I fear I might be next... Help me please...." And that was that....
Though the solitude could drive most mad, I did not mind it at all. It gave me inner peace during these trying times. I still had the music from the earth that wafted into the open windows that gave me freedom to dance and I could still feel the rays of sunlight beat against me. The bell keeper... He is a kindred spirt he is. Often days when not cleaning the bell he carves figurenes of the people below. I must be special cause I have two made of me. I became fast friends with him but I saw the love in his eyes and my heart saddend cause I only held friendship....
"Who goes there?!"
Hiding my naked form, I became smitten when I saw the head captain. Hair a rich shade of mahogny which complemented my ebony midnight. Stepping into the light, my body was bare as I had came from washing when he stepped in.
"Gyspy..."
Tinged with lust, I knew then that all I wanted was him... And I got my wish. Desire stirred as we lay among sheets entagled in legs and langauge that was inchoerant... He left as he came in and I dressed to hide what happened but the damage was done. I knew my dear friend knew and I could only comfort him which happily gained his trust back. Again the routine set in but alas it wasn't to be.... I couldnt get those haunting eyes out of my soul and again I called for that gallant man to take me into a mystic world....
"Bell keeper!"
"Yes mi lord?"
"Do you harbor anyone but thee?"
"No sire..."
"Hmmm... Then you have seen captain have you not?"
"Besides time when he came to see from orders?"
"Yes."
"Not since my lord..."
"Very well..."
I watched as the high priest left from my hiding spot and shivered in disgust at his cruel smirk. I knew were his captain was, lay ridden between my bedsheets from night before. Rushing back in, I awoke him and warned of the trouble brewing. Dressing fast , I parted him with a kiss before he left again and I kept my secret from my dear friend.....
Months past and soon I bore child whose hair flowed like night yet ran like mahongy from the trees. Keeping him secret, only me and the bell keeper knew of this tryist. He grew up among the bells and for a while again peace reigned over.... Till that fateful night once again....
"I know she's here!"
"Who?!"
"That gyspy wench! You've been keeping her here along with that disgusting half breed of a son!"
I heard the slap and knew that my time ran out. Running from my room along with my son, I did not care that I was seen or heard, I was too quick for them but my son... My poor son. At only five of age I would never see him grow up to be a man like his father. Running to the lower levels, I hid him among sacks of salt and flour, knowing that the scents would hide his.
"But mama!"
"Listen, further down you will see an exit and the bell keeper will be waiting for you."
"Come with me..."
I cried with him, my time in this world was running short. Taking my necklace off, I put it in his hand. "The stone is make of moon stone... Shall I pass on to the next life it shall turn opaque meaning my soul has left this world... Cherish it."
"But!"
"There she is! Seize her!"
"Run!" Tossing the last bag over him. I fled again but the years of hardly being familiar with the roads was my downfall. As I was dragged out of the bell tower I saw my son being restrained as my friend looked at me with sorrow filled eyes. I smiled at him knowing he was not at fault. Tied, I was lead to the center of town where a pryer was built, already lit with flames sky high. On the other side I saw the stunned face of my beloved before staring up into the sky.
"Citizens! For her act of treason she shall be burned!"
A cry rang out and I was dragged towards the inferno but a body encased in amor stood in my way.
"You...."
"It was not meant to be..." Leaning close to him I whispered. "You have a child son, find him and the bell keeper will give him to you." Kissing his lips one last time I was pulled away and had the ropes cut before being pushed into the fire and guards around me.
"Now burn!"
Chanting rang in my ears and pain shot up my spine but I paid no heed as I let my self go and started to dance. My flesh was peeling and my raw under burned like meat being roasted but still I danced. All my ebony was gone and my scalp scalded and being eaten away and I still danced. I soon saw my bones slowly as the skin fell like disease ridden rats into the fire yet I danced still. My heart would not stop till my last breath. Even when my eyes were scorched and my tongue nothing but ashes I still got up. And at the last moment before I could acesnd I heard a voice call out.
"By the moon, sun, and all spirts I call my mothers spirt to me!"
My body burned as I found myself entrapped within my necklace as my son was cradled by his father from those who dared to try and hurt him. And as I watched as my pyshical beeing was being feasted upon by animals I could not help but feel sorry.... Sorry for my friend who was eternally now damned to die by himself... Sorry that my son watched as his giver died slowly before his eyes.... Sorry that my lover will now have one spot in his heart that is hard to fill.... And all because of my acursed luck... On Hallows eve...
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 7:31 pm
Semi-scary/Terrifying
2nd Place WinnerEntry #4 Username: Innocence07 Category: Original Genre: Semi-scary; or super scary. I sort of just gave myself a heart attack because my roommate opened the door just as my phone got a text... but maybe I visualize it differently than I write. Either way it might be MORE SCARY. Read at your own risk. Title: Werewolf Halloween Today is November 1st.My name is Allie. I am alive. Tristan is not. Those are facts. If you are to take anything from this story let it be those because this next part seems to me almost surreal, I can only imagine what it will sound like for you. They say that in a few weeks I’ll be strong enough to leave the hospital, that eventually my arm will heal, and that the city will tell everyone to be on the lookout for the pack of dogs that savaged my arm and killed Tristan. They think it was dogs. Dogs couldn’t do this. My arm is hardly recognizable to me and doubtless will remain that way for a long time and Tristan; well he will be safe for ever now. That is something to be happy about.
You don’t really care about any of that though. I should start at the beginning…
~<>~ “Allie Lynn! If you don’t hurry your butt up I’m leaving without you. Then who’ll drive you to the party, huh?” Tristan’s voice floated up the stairs and into Allie’s room. She growled slightly while glancing at the full moon outside her window before putting on the finishing touches on her make-up, paying particular attention to the swirl that started at the corner of her eye and whirled about to end near her temple. She grinned at her reflection, flashing fangs before she grabbed her jacket from her bed and clattered down the steps.
She twirled in front of her all-black wearing boyfriend, “You would never leave without me and you know it… so stow it. What’s Dracula without his lovely consort? How do I look?” He cleared his throat and glanced at her again carefully before attempting to speak. His mumbled replies brought another smile Allie’s face and she gave him a hug before taking his hand and dragging him through the living room, “Good-night dad, don’t scare the little kids too much.” A grunt was her only reply she laughed joyfully.
Walking outside caused her to slow some as she rubbed her hands along her arms, “Tristan! It’s so cold! It wouldn’t surprise me at all if it started to snow. Brrr!” He laughed and pulled her closer before placing a kiss at her temple and opening the door for her.
“Then get in the car silly. The sooner we get to the party the warmer we’ll be. I doubt George will have a very quiet party. They’ll be plenty of noise and plenty of dancing. You’ll be warm in no time.” He closed the door and walked around his car, ignoring the roar of his engine starting and the way that the headlights flared throwing his shadow up on the white garage door. He didn’t see how before Allie had gotten a text and after she’d started the car another doggish looking shadow had sprung up along his own before disappearing. He didn’t see Allie’s start of fear.
He opened the door and turned up the heat, “Als, why didn’t you turn this sucker all the way up?” She was quiet. He glanced at her and finally took in her pale appearance. “Allie, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She glanced at him her brown eyes dark with fear.
“I got a text.” She showed him the phone where the words— I SEE YOU—were written in red. He glanced at her fearful appearance before smiling at her gently.
“Als, its Halloween, it’s probably George or some idiot just trying to scare you before we get out there.”
“That’s just it, Tristan. George has only been here a few months and now practically the whole high school is invited to his creepy house miles out of town? He said that his house was surrounded by a forest and a frickin’ corn field. Helllooo Children of the Corn much?” She glanced at him again, “I saw a shadow on the garage behind you when I started the car. It looked like a wolf… but it was huge.”
Tristan glanced outside at the full moon and then at the sidewalk where numerous children were waltzing about in the tamer version of vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and pumpkins (with some princesses thrown in). Werewolves… he suddenly brightened and looked towards Allie, “Look, its Halloween. It’s the time where these creatures are supposed to be alive and haunting us. You probably just saw a shadow of a dog or something. You’ll see, we’ll get to this party and everything will be alright.”
Allie nodded once and then grinned at him, “You’re right, I was probably just spooked is all. Beat up George when we get there huh?” Tristan chuckled and nodded. A few miles passed in companionable silence before suddenly the car thudded over something. Tristan swore and attempted to keep the vehicle on the rather small gravel road but it was slipping…
~*~
Tristan shook his head with small groan and opened his eyes. He turned his head painfully to the side, “Allie? Allie! Wake up, are you okay?” A groan was his answer before her brown eyes turned to meet his own. A small trickle of blood ran opposite her carefully eyeliner drawn design on her other temple.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door before stepping carefully out. Tristan followed suit. “I’m fine… what did we hit? Your dad is going to be so angry.” Tristan walked back along the road (after he climbed up the muddy bank that was supposedly a ditch) to where a spreading stain of red marked the spot where his car had met with…something. He couldn’t tell what because it was gone. ‘How odd.’
Turning he walked back along the road to where he saw Allie silhouetted against the moon with her arms crossed over her chest. He took in her snow white complexion and again worry swirled about him. “Allie?”
She turned back towards him the blood causing a dark streak against her otherwise bloodless face. She held out her phone—YOUR BLOOD SMELLS SO GOOD ALLIE. I COULD ALMOST EAT YOU UP—Tristan snorted in disgust.
“I’m gunna kill George. This is some messed up joke. He couldn’t have known that we were in an accident though, Als. He probably is sending all those texts to everyone who is a little late. I think we hit a deer. These trees are pretty thick so I can’t be sure…” Her choked gasp caused him to look back at her.
She was positively green now. “You… Y-you have all your fingers right?”
He twitched an eyebrow in confusion. “Allie are you okay? You did hit your head. Let’s get to George’s he can call the ambulance for us.” She pointed at something pale lying on the very edge of the red stain that was slowly trickling closer.
“What is that then?”
He walked closer, bending down to study it before whirling about and grabbing her arm and pulling her along the road where the twinkling of lights showed where the house was. Allie was shaking, “Oh my god. Oh my god, we hit someone! We freakin ran over a person. Their finger is in that huge puddle of bloo- oh god oh god. Someone is texting me and they are watching us. They SEE us!” A howl cut her breakdown short. She screamed in alarm and looked towards Tristan. “I’m scared, Tristan.” Tristan was, at this point, also freaking out but he kept his calm for her. “It… It’s okay Allie. George just went a little over board on the Halloween decorations is all I’m sure. There’s probably a tape that is playing along this road—creepy noises you know?” As if on cue a cold chuckle echoed through the forest. Allie cringed closer to Tristan. Another howl followed soon after and then Allie was off.
Allie screamed again and ran faster, causing Tristan to increase speed as well. They reached the house. It was quiet…too quiet. A singular drip drip dripping could be heard as if someone had left a sink not quite shut off. Allie climbed the porch steps just as the light went off, she shrank against Tristan. Her cell glowed to life—THANKS FOR SAVING ME THE TROUBLE OF BRINGING SUPPER HOME—she threw away her phone in fear. A growling was heard behind them and they turned to look back. Glowing red eyes blinked once from the forest edge before the creature began running towards the house.
Tristan screamed this time and then whirled to the door opening it, pushing Allie in, following, and then closing the door and driving the deadbolt home. The door shuddered once. Allie was quiet behind him as she stared at the door in fear. Then there was silence. Drip, Drip, Drip. Tristan turned towards the room and moved to cover Allie’s eyes but she had already seen. She was keening in fear before it turned into screams, “This isn’t real! I’m dreaming! This is a dream! Tristan, they aren’t dead. Tristan, why can’t I wake up?” Allie was fracturing fast. Tristan was following suit.
Their friends whom they had grown up were strewn across the floor in various stages of disembowelment. Their fearful expressions were the same though. A sudden hand slamming against the window caused them to whirl about and see what he had grasped in his hand. The text once more caused the phone to glow. SORRY THE HOUSE IS A MESS, YOU WON’T CARE SOON ANYWAY.
Allie fell into a crouched condition and began to rock back and forth her eyes wide and unseeing. Tristan watched as the cell phone was thrown to the ground and the hand disappeared. He blinked rapidly refusing to look at the… at the blood. Refusing to look at the bodies. He grabbed Allie’s hand and pushed her through the house. They finally found the back door. Tristan turned Allie towards him, “Als, I love you. We are going to run through the forest. It isn’t too far towards my car. It has an auto call. The police are probably there right now. We will make it. Are you ready? Allie?” She nodded mutely the blood had crusted by now but her shoes were soaked with it, except it wasn’t her blood. It was everyone else’s—Oh GOD. Allie nodded once more. They opened the door and then sprinted for all they were worth. A howl of rage broke through the night and seemed to lend wings to their feet. It wasn’t enough. A savage growling ripped through the night. Branches flew back and hit them in the face, hands, arms, legs… whatever wasn’t covered. Allie was screaming by this point and Tristan was panting. The glowing red eyes were gaining. He gave Allie’s hand one last squeeze before he dropped it and turned around, slowing to a stop. “Allie, don’t you dare look back. Run, Allie.”
She was running. She was sobbing. She was gasping in both fear and exertion. She was running and sobbing and still she could hear the pained cries and the snarling. The wet sounds of something getting torn away—OH GOD. Blue and red flashing lights came into few. Only a football field away, she could make it. She would make it. The whisper of fur through trees and a soft growl of satisfaction. Allie glanced back and then forward. A monstrous beast with a soaking muzzle and bright red eyes was gaining. Halfway there she let out a scream that was choked off in pain. Teeth had bit deep into her arm. She tried to pull away and was frozen by the pain that held her. She glanced at the beast looming before her, saw the cops begin to walk towards the forest with guns drawn out of the corner of her eyes, and then pulled away with a sickening squelch. Her breath was coming in pained gasps, her blood was flowing, as she broke through the last of the trees and fell forward in a faint. Blue and red lights flashed on.
~<>~
I doubt my arm not healing will affect me much longer anyway. You see a nurse came in just a little while ago and gave me a small box that someone had left for me at the desk. She couldn’t tell me who. It’s sitting there now. Right on the edge of my table, next to my half-eaten Jell-O cup. My phone. It has one new message.
--I’LL SEE YOU SOON ALLIE--
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 11:23 pm
Semi-scary
1st Place Winner
Entry #5
Username: 090Kiara090
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-scary. It's not strictly Halloween and not really that scary in itself, but I hope it makes your spine tingle a little. Comments would be appreciated if you want to PM me.
Title: The Dagger
Jason flicked the reigns and muttered, “Come on Mary,” spurring his horse onwards to try and put some distance between himself and the cart he had just past. Nervously, he glanced at the small bundle of cloth on the wagon seat next to him and then over his shoulder. The cart was still stopped on the side of the road. There was no sign that she had noticed what he had done.
"I had to. I didn't have any other choice. Emily and the kids are counting on me," he muttered under his breath. He looked back again. There was no commotion. She must not have noticed yet. Jason took a deep breath, trying to get his heartbeat under control. So she still had not noticed. How much of a head start did he need? Not too much. He had a cart and she would not be able to chase after him. He was safe.
Still, it was not until he made it into the forest and the cart was out of sight that he was finally able to breathe easily. Jason even gave a little laugh. To think, just a few hours ago, he was worried about how to keep his small spit of land. The soil, already rocky and barren, was particularly bad this year, and the poor farmer was hard pressed to raise enough to feed his family, let alone sell some vegetables in town to meet the payments on his debts. Mister Harlem was going to be stopping by tomorrow. With his meager earning, he would have had to beg the stern man for an extension on the payment. But now… now he had the dagger.
Slowly, he unfolded the gray cloth to reveal the beautiful blade.
It was small; only nine inches of sparkling silver blade, but it was mesmerizing all the same. The handle was encrusted with rubies, each sparkling flawlessly in the dappled light of the forest. That old woman had said it was a cursed blade that had belonged to an ancient king. Jason doubted that it rightfully belonged to the old hag. She had stolen it more likely. But judging by the gems, it probably had belonged to a wealthy man. And now it would solve all of his financial trouble.
Jason smiled as he thought of what this dagger would do for his family. Though he was sure Emily would not approve of him stealing it, they would be able to remove the looming threat of getting kicked off their meager farm. He might even be able to afford some shoes for his children. Finally, things were beginning to look up.
The wagon hit a bump in the road, jolting Jason out of his reverie. The dagger slid off of the seat and sliced into his leg before clattering into the floorboards. “Ouch!” he yelled, releasing the reigns and clutching his leg. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed his leg, trying to stop the bleeding. It was not too deep, but it was long and a lot of blood spilled onto the wagon. He tore off the sleeve of his shirt and made a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding. “I should really be more careful,” he mused, reaching down and picking up the fallen dagger. The blade was a little bloody, but it was strange. When he grasped the handle, it looked as if the entire blade was ruby red. Yet when he pulled it up and examined it closely, there were only a few traces of his blood marring the silver blade. Jason shrugged, wiped it clean on a corner of the gray cloth, and secured the dagger in his belt. It was probably just a trick of the light.
The rest of the journey was uneventful. Twilight was just beginning to fade into night when he crested the last hill and saw the farm down below. Smoke was rising from the chimney and he could see Erik and Gretta. They were playing some game; he could hear their laughter from here. The sound always made Jason smile. He called out to them, but they did not notice as they gamboled around the woodpile in the yard. Jason shook his head. It was fine. He actually liked seeing their faces light up as he got near. Sure enough, when they came around the other side of the house, they noticed his cart. “Papa’s home, Papa’s home!” they yelled and ran down the road to meet him. As they got closer though, their faces fell. “Papa?” Erik asked uncertainly.
“What’s wrong son?” Jason asked, starting to worry. The boy did not respond. Instead he turned and ran back into the house, his little sister in tow. Jason pulled up on the reigns when they reached the house. Inside he could hear his son yelling hysterically. “Mama, Mama, come look, something’s wrong. Mary and the wagon are back, but Papa’s not there!”
Jason frowned. “But I’m right here,” he called through the open front door.
Emily’s exasperated voice called out, “Oh calm down, I’m sure he’s there. Alright if it makes you feel better I’ll come and look too.” She walked calmly to the door, silhouetted in the flicking light of the hearth. She stood still, staring at Jason for several seconds, Erik and Gretta clutching fearfully to her dress. “Jason?” she asked, a hint of fear creeping into her voice.
“I’m right here darling,” he said reassuringly. He jumped down from the cart and swept up the steps to embrace her.
“Jason, where are you?” she called, and she ran down the steps, straight through her husband.
The man was stunned. He pinched himself several times. Definitely solid. So what was going on? How was this possible?
At the sound of Emily’s high pitched scream, Jason spun around. She was staring at the blood on the floor of the wagon. “Emily, no! I’m right here!” Jason yelled, running back to her. She fainted and Jason tried to catch her, but she fell through his outstretched arms. “Emily! Emily, wake up! It’s alright. I’m right here,” he called, kneeling down next to her.
Erik and Gretta ran to their mother’s side. “Mama, what’s happening. I’m scared Mama,” Gretta sobbed as Erik tried to help his mother sit up. She did not respond and Gretta cried even harder.
“What’s going on?” Jason yelled as he helplessly watched Erik pull Emily into her bed.
The next three days were agony for Jason. Emily was so shocked at what she believed to be the disappearance of her husband that she could barely function. She burned herself more than once losing focus while tending the fire. Meanwhile, Erik was forced to pick up the slack, but at only ten years old, he was far too young to handle most of the chores that had to be done. Meanwhile, Jason could only watch. His family could not hear him, see him, or feel him. None of them could read or write, but even when he tried to draw in the dirt, they didn’t notice. By far the worst, however, was when Harlem arrived.
Erik opened the door at the man’s stern knock. Harlem demanded to see Jason, and at this, Gretta burst into tears and Emily dropped the dish she was holding. In a shaking voice, Emily managed to choke out that Jason had been murdered, but how or why they did not know. Harlem paused for a second, then said in his iron voice, “I am sorry for you loss, but with or without Jason, you are still in my debt. If you cannot make your payment then I will buy this land back from you, at a lower price of course. You are hardly in a position to bargain with me, and you cannot hope to run this place alone.”
“I can do it!” Erik burst out, his little hands balled into fists.
Harlem laughed disdainfully. “You are hardly tall enough to pick up a hoe, let alone use one. No, leaving is your only choice.”
“Where do you expect us to go Harlem?” Emily asked quietly, the shards of the shattered plate still at her feet.
Harlem waved his hand carelessly. “Oh, I don’t know. Head into town, find a job. You’re a resourceful girl, I’m sure you can figure something out. You just can’t stay here.” he said, pulling out a bag of coins. “Let’s see now. For the land, the house, and the stable, I’ll consider your debt paid and give you… 10 silver pieces. More than enough to make a new start.”
Jason was outraged. That would hardly be enough to buy food for a week, let alone find a place to sleep. Emily knew it too, but did not let it show on her face. “Very well Harlem.” she said quietly.
“Good,” Harlem said, setting the coins on the table. “I will expect you out of here by the end of the week. Anything left behind shall become my property.” He strode out the door without a backwards glance.
Emily walked slowly to the table and sank down into the chair. Jason could tell she was fighting back tears. Cautiously, Gretta ambled over to her and tugged her sleeve. “Mama… what’s gonna happen now?” she asked.
Emily reached up and dried her eyes with her sleeve, tousled her hair, and forced a smile. “It will be alright. We’re going to move into town. Mama’s going to find a job, and you will be able to make friends with the other children there.” she explained encouragingly. “Now you and your brother need to go and start gathering up everything you can. Load it all into the wagon.”
“But Mama, I don’t want to leave,” Gretta protested. “When’s Papa coming home? He won’t make us leave.”
It was too much for Emily. She broke down sobbing into her apron and Jason’s heart broke knowing that there was nothing he could do to help her. Unable to bear the sight of his wife crying any longer, Jason fled the house.
Outside, he heard voices arguing. One of them belonged to Harlem, yelling how he had been cheated. The voice that responded sounded familiar though… Jason looked up the path to see the cart of the old woman he had stolen the dagger from sitting on the side of the road. Gnarled hands clutched a crooked cane and she yelled at Harlem that fair was fair and he owed her 5 gold pieces. For a second, Jason was worried about being recognized, but then he remembered that nobody could see him. Dejected, he sat down, putting his head in his hands.
Harlem rode off and the woman screamed a stream of obscenities at him. Shaking her head in disgust, she looked down the path towards Jason. “Hey!” she called. Jason didn’t move. “Hey! Thief! Yes I mean you!” Jason glanced over. The woman was staring straight at him with her dull eyes and wrinkled face.
“You- you can see me?” he asked, uncertainly.
“Of course I can see you, you wretch. You stole my dagger.”
“Why? Why can you see me but my family can’t? What’s happening?”
The woman’s features lit up. “You’re cursed aren’t you… You’d better come inside.” She gestured to the cart and hobbled up the steps. Jason followed her into the candlelit cart. The walls were plastered with posters advertising a beautiful dancer. In the middle of the small space was a table with a crystal ball.
“Are you really a witch? Is that why you can see me? Did you curse me for stealing the dagger?”
“Of course I’m not a witch.” she replied disdainfully, sitting down on the other side of the table. “But I have to make a living somehow. That dagger though… that’s got some powerful magic attached to it, as you found out.” Jason pulled the blade out of his pocket. The silver flickered eerily in the candlelight. The woman shook her head when she saw it. “Cut yourself did you? You really shouldn’t have stolen it in the first place, but now you pay the price. A price worse than death.”
“What happened to me? Why can you see me, but my family can’t?”
“I told you the dagger was cursed didn’t I? Well this is your curse; your own personal Hell. The dagger has taken that which matters most to you. At least you had something worth losing. For me, it was my beauty and youth. These were me, once upon a time,” she said, gesturing to the posters. “I was the most beautiful girl in the land. I danced in the courts of kings, and one day, a prince took a liking to me. He decided that I would be his bride. However, I was not willing to give up my freedom to be consigned to a stuffy castle. I scorned his offer, and in return, he attacked me with this blade. I was transformed into the thing you see now. And I’ve wandered around ever since, passing myself off as a witch with a crystal ball.”
“So… what matters most to me… is my family. And now they can’t see me or hear me?”
“Yes. And now all you can do is watch as the people you care most about in the world suffer. That man Harlem just told me what happened. He said without a man, your wife is worthless. She would be lucky to get a job as a tavern wench and will probably end up a whore just to feed your brats.”
“Shut up!” Jason yelled.
“What are you going to do about it” she challenged. “The curse will prevent you from helping them. All you can do is watch helplessly as your family sinks into the lowest dregs of society. I told you this would be your own personal Hell. That which you love most will now be utterly destroyed.”
Jason closed his eyes, trying to block out her voice, but he knew everything she said was true. Already Emily had lost everything. She was barely holding on as it was. What would happen to her? What would happen to Gretta and Erik? Such a terrible life lay ahead of them, and all he would be able to do was watch.
Shakily, Jason raised the dagger. “I won’t do it. I can’t live like this.” he yelled and plunged the dagger into his chest. It burned like fire, but there was no sweet embrace of death. Only the cackling of the woman. “Did you think you could escape so easily? No. You are doomed to watch your children, and your children’s children struggle to survive until you fade away from the agony of it.”
Jason screamed as the rubies in the hilt of the dagger buried in his chest, sparkled maliciously in the candlelight.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 8:57 pm
Semi-scary/Terrifying
1st Place Winner
Entry #6
Username: secrecy25
Category: Original
Genre: Semi-scary, borderline Terrifying. I shall not be held liable if you find it more than terrifying.
Title: The Doppelganger, the Diary and the Looking Glass
All Hallow’s Eve. Better known to the world as Halloween. A special holiday where induced fear appears to be a recurring theme. But it’s fun, right? Well this year, your friends won a bet against you and now you’re forced to enter the old abandoned house, just up the road from your little village in Norfolk County, England. No one’s been seen living in it for years and it’s due to be demolished in two weeks. Just half an hour inside an empty old house… Can’t be too hard, right?
Your friends watch excitedly as you make your way up the path to the front porch. It’s a quiet and calm Halloween night and the only sounds to be heard are the sounds of gravel crunching under your trainers and the suppressed giggling of your friends. As you step onto the porch, the old wooden boards creak beneath your feet. You hesitate because at the same time, a chilly wind blows and sends a shiver up your spine. Spooky.
You hear your friends yelling taunts at you when they see you stop. You turn around to see them in their costume jeering. Well, you lost the bet fair and square after all. You’d be doing the same to them if you were in their shoes. Despite the creaking floorboards, you open the door and make your way inside. Great, even the door squeaks. But the inside of the house doesn’t seem too bad. Just a lot of old wooden furniture covered in dust. Much of the place is empty because the things that were in better condition were removed and sold at an auction, with the proceeds going to a local orphanage. Hey, if others have been here before, there really isn’t anything to worry about, right?
Nevertheless, thirty minutes is quite a long while and curiosity soon gets the better of you. Time for some exploring. Despite the spooky appearance of the house from the outside, you find the interior rather disappointing. There isn’t much to look at and the dust everywhere is making you sneeze every minute or so. But as you explored the upstairs, you come across a pleasant surprise: A fully furnished a decorated bedroom. Unlike the rest of the house, there was a lot less dust in here. From what you can tell, it looks like a girl’s bedroom. You cannot help but marvel at the quaint dollhouse sitting in the corner of the room. Everything looked like something out of the Victorian era.
Sitting right in the middle of the bed, you find a little book, held shut by a buckle. From what you can tell you guess it’s a girl’s diary. It strikes you as peculiar as to how all these objects were still here while everything else in the house was not. Checking your watch, you realize that only nine minutes have passed. You have time, right? Might as well… You make yourself comfortable on the bed and take a peek into the book…
A fair number of pages from the front of the book appear to be missing though. Torn out, by the looks of it. On the first page, you see beautiful handwriting written in black ink. You start reading…
First entry. 29th September, 1901.
Dear Diary. Today was just absolutely dreadful. Mother and Father were arguing again and I was pretty sure I heard the sound of breaking plates. I knew better than to get involved… the burn marks on my back serve as a vivid reminder. So I decided to sneak out of the house as usual and headed over to William’s home. His parents are so nice, hardly like my own. Sometimes I wish I was their daughter instead. Or if his parents could adopt me. That way, we could be siblings! Wouldn’t that be just splendid? Oh but anyway, I didn’t have to think that any longer… I arrived at his home and we spent the rest of the afternoon strolling through the garden. Even though it’s the middle of autumn, his garden still looks like heaven. I shan’t have to remind you how beautiful his rose bushes are in the middle of spring! William took me on the most romantic picnic ever for tea-time and… I just couldn’t help but go on and on about my parents again. And then the most amazing thing happened! He went down on one knee and proposed to me! Oh, I will forever remember the five words uttered by his sweet, sweet voice… “Elizabeth… will you marry me?” This is loads better than becoming his sister!
Hearts could be seen drawn near the bottom of the page. Having finished reading the first entry, you move on.
Second entry. 6th October, 1901.
You see some rather nasty names at the top of the page. You cringe a little as your mind registers those words. You notice that there is a stark contrast in the tone of writing in this entry as compared to the last one. This one is much darker...
Horrible. Absolutely horrible. I wish I could just plunge a dagger into my father’s heart, especially since he shattered mine. If only I hadn’t been so careless… That devil of a father saw me as I snuck out of the house and followed me all the way to William’s. I showed up at my lover’s doorstep and gave him a kiss… and that’s when he came in. My cheek still hurts from when his hand struck me. And I was forced to watch helplessly as the b*****d hit my poor William. Blow after blow… I will never forget the horrid image of my father’s fist hitting my lover in the face and knocking him to the ground… My dear William had two black eyes… What did we do to deserve this? Is love a sin? I want to kill my father so badly… but the accursed man is more than capable of defending himself from little old me. What can I do? I’m just a girl… Maybe I can just cry myself to sleep tonight… Hopefully I can just drown myself in my endless tears…
You cannot help but feel sorry for Elizabeth as you flip the page to continue reading. If anything, her tragedy is making you more and more anxious to read on. However, you are slightly surprised to find that the third entry seems quite normal.
Third entry. 13th October, 1901.
Dear Diary. The most peculiar thing happened today. I woke up this morning to find my little looking glass replaced with a new one. And not just any looking glass… This one was absolutely exquisite. It seems to be made of silver and there are even rubies encrusted around the edges! I couldn’t find my old one anywhere though… Mother and Father had always been too stingy to get me a new one. My old one had gotten fairly rusty and looked rather dull. This one simply sparkled. I even felt more beautiful myself just by looking into it. I doubt Mother would’ve gotten me this. Unless this was a family heirloom or something of the sort. But I’m pretty sure I would’ve been told if they wanted to give me a new looking glass. And I know my wretched father couldn’t have possibly gotten me this. The only thing I ever got from him was a dollhouse and that was ten years ago. I’m much too old to be playing with such things now. Oh, maybe it was William! He could’ve snuck into my bedroom and exchanged it while I was asleep! He’s so romantic… But I guess I’ll never get to ask him though. My parents forbid me to ever leave the house now and the last time I tried, Father came running out to stop me. What, has he turned into a watchdog now? He’s certainly become quite an animal, even if I do say so myself.
Your eyes flicker to the dollhouse for a moment. 1901? For something that’s a hundred and nine years old, time seems to have been rather kind to it. But you realize that you can’t find the aforementioned looking glass anywhere. You certainly didn’t see it on the dresser as you came in. Intrigued, you turn to the next page and continue reading, absorbed by Elizabeth’s story…
Fourth entry. 16th October, 1901.
I know I usually write only once a week but things are just getting really strange. This morning, I looked into my new looking glass and I thought I saw my reflection smile at me! And I wasn’t smiling! There’s just something peculiar about this looking glass…
Fifth entry. 18th October, 1901.
Dear Diary. I was right, it was certainly a peculiar looking glass. Or maybe, ‘peculiar’ isn’t the right word… It’s a magic looking glass! Yes, that’s right. Magic. At first, I thought I was just delusional, thinking that my reflection was moving. And today, my reflection actually spoke to me! I dropped the looking glass in fright and fainted right there for some reason… When I opened my eyes, I saw this girl bending over me, asking if I was alright. And the strangest thing was… she looked exactly like me! The same dark hair, the same green eyes… We are even the same height and share the same mannerisms! In fact, she’s sitting just across my bedroom, humming to herself as I write! I remembered that I had dropped the looking glass but much to my surprise, it lay unscathed on the floor. Anyway, the girl told me that she didn’t have a name… So I decided to call her Helen, after one of the characters of a storybook I read a long time ago. I remembered that Helen was a beautiful woman… so I figured it would be most appropriate to name her that, because she was just as beautiful as I am.
Sixth entry. 22st October, 1901.
Dear Diary. Things are going really well. Helen and I have become such great friends over the past five days. We are just so alike in every way! We can talk and talk for hours and never feel tired. We even share the same interests! But I guess I could expect nothing else from her. After all, she did tell me that she really was my reflection from the magic looking glass. Strangely enough, neither of us can see our reflections whenever we look into the magic looking glass. I guess magic is just a very peculiar thing, isn’t it? Oh, but the most interesting thing happened this morning. Father barged into my room this morning while I was in the bath and he saw Helen, thinking it was me! He yelled at her for a fair bit before leaving and when I came out, Helen told me all about it and we both started laughing! Oh, for all the times that man has done me wrong… Now’s the time to make him look like the fool.
Seventh entry. 24rd October, 1901.
Dear Diary. Oh, I feel like such a naughty girl. Helen and I have been walking freely around the house, being careful not to be in the same room at the same time. And both Father and Mother always look so astonished to see me in one room only to enter the next room and find me there! The look on their faces are just simply priceless! Although, it wasn’t funny any more when my wretched father got thoroughly annoyed and slapped Helen. I felt sorry for her. She says her cheek still stings from the strike. Both Helen and I hate the man now. She’s talking about killing him and… I actually agree with her. As dreadful as that sounds, that man just doesn’t deserve to live.
Eighth entry. 25th October, 1901. You can see a bloody thumbprint at the top corner of the page.
Dear Diary. I shall finally be free now. This may be hard to believe, but… Helen actually did it! She somehow managed to stick a knife into that wretched man’s chest! I could only watch with glee as the man fell to the floor and breathed his last. But I feel somewhat regretful that my mother was a witness as well… If it’s any consolation, that woman never liked me anyway. Helen seems to be quite a strong girl and that’s probably the only difference between us so far. She offered to take their bodies outside by herself and bury them in the backyard. She looked quite a mess too as she came back. But at least now we’re free!
Ninth entry. 28th October, 1901.
Dear Diary. Helen has been such a good friend to me these past few days, but… I have to admit, I’m starting to feel a little regretful. The house is just so quiet now… Just Helen and I… I almost miss my parents’ constant arguments... Although she still manages to make us half-decent meals, I often run into Helen in somewhat strange situations. Just yesterday, I spied on her killing a rat with a knife. A rat of all things! Such horrid disgusting monsters! Helen then took the rat with her into the kitchen… I shudder to think what else she might be doing around the house… Oh dear, has she been cooking rats for our meals?! Is she some sort of witch? But… I’m afraid to ask her…
Tenth entry. 29th October, 1901.
Helen is starting to frighten me. She did the most inappropriate thing yesterday. I was in my room and was about to take a bath when she came in as I was about to undress. I don’t even know how she came in with the door locked… Helen then offered to help me undress and although I found it a little awkward, I let her do it. She seemed quite rough as she pulled off my frock… but then she started touching my body, her hands going all over my bare skin… and staring at me with that hungry expression… I pleaded her to stop but she ignored me at first. She complied when I finally screamed at her. I remember feeling so embarrassed, so violated as I ran into the bathroom. I… I don’t know what to think of her. What could she have been thinking?? She continued to stare at me with that same expression all day long… I’m scared…
Eleventh entry. 30th October, 1901.
I haven’t got long to write. But these may very well be my last words and I want these words to be a warning to anyone who may come across this diary. I found Helen in the guest room today with lit candles on the floor. She was standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by a strange circle drawn in red. And blood was dripping down her arm… She said to me, “Oh, Elizabeth? Could you lend me some of your blood? I need to complete this circle so I can start the ritual…” Her fingers extended like tentacles to grab me but I managed to shut the door before she could reach. I ran around the house, trying to hide from her. She doesn’t know I’m in the bathroom for now, but who knows how long that might last… Oh no, she’s knocking on my bedroom door!
The entry only fills half the page. For the rest of the page, you see the letters H-E-L- spelled out with the same black ink. You notice, however, that there is room for one more letter on the page. The lines appear quite shaky, as if written by a shaking hand. It was quite different from the beautiful cursive handwriting prior to this. Feeling rather spooked, you turn to the next page. There is no heading. It seems to be a continuation of the last entry. But the handwriting is cursive once more, although you can’t help but feel that it looks somewhat different...
Oh my, so this is what my little Beth has been writing about me? Naughty, naughty. I only wanted to be her friend. Why is she so afraid of me? I’m not a monster. Oh shush, Beth. Don’t make such noises. She lying in the middle of the circle right now, all tied up in rope. I had to stuff something into her mouth though. She was making too much noise. And the crying is starting to annoy me. Oh well, this ritual will all be over soon. I’ve already made the markings all over her bare body in ink. She has such beautiful skin. It’s almost a shame that I’m going press this horrid knife against it. But I guess I have nothing to worry about, have I? My skin is just as beautiful as hers…
A chill goes up your spine and you can feel your hairs stand on end. You’re not sure you want to know about what happened to Elizabeth now. You check your watch. Only five minutes to go. But as you look up, you are frightened to see that the door to the room is now shut. You were quite sure that you left it open… Your eyes are drawn back to the page as you read some more… Turning to the next page, you see nothing but drops of blood scattered all over the paper. You then hurriedly turn the page and find the final entry of the diary…
1st November, 1901.
Dear Diary. It’s such a beautiful day today. It may be a little chilly outside, but at least the sun is shining brightly. It was raining pretty heavily yesterday, if you must know. The thunder was particularly frightening. Anyway, everything’s fine now and our lives should return back to normal. In fact, when I look into my looking glass now, I can see my reflection again! Yes, as you can well imagine, I’m finally free from that horrid girl… Helen… What a silly name she gave me. No, I have to remember: My name is Elizabeth now. I don’t have any parents but… Oh, what’s this I read about a William? He seems like a fine young man… I might have to remind him of his marriage proposal though… Maybe Elizabeth can have her happy ending after all…
Small ink dots can be seen scattered around the page. You shudder and shut the book in a hurry before rushing to the door, leaving the book where you found it. But… you are horrified to find the door locked. How did this happen?? The wind couldn’t have blown it shut… You then hear the sound of the adjacent door unlock and a beautiful teenage girl, possibly fifteen years of age, emerges from what appears to be a bathroom. She has dark hair, piercing green eyes and is completely nude, clutching a towel against her chest with one hand, hiding only half of her body from your eyes. In her other hand, you see a little mirror with rubies encrusted in the side. Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you realize who this is.
“Why, hello there. Forgive me, I don’t get many visitors.” Her eyes flicker to the diary on her bed before her gaze shifts back to you. “I see you’ve read my diary. I mean, her diary…” says the girl, her deceptively gentle voice sending cold chills throughout your body. “Would you like to see her then?” You find yourself frozen on the spot as the girl walks over to you. She then raises the mirror to you and you are horrified to see not your face, but hers… Dark hair, green eyes and bare shoulders… and the reflection is moving… There is fear in her eyes and she appears to be screaming, even though you hear nothing. By reading her lips, you make out three words… Help. Me. Please.
You are horrified as the girl lowers the mirror and reveals a rather twisted expression on her face. Her eyes, now a piercing shade of red, glow through the darkness… and you watch in horror as her fingers have mutated into long tentacles that are slowly wrapping around your ankles. You want to scream, but you can’t… “I’m sorry, but no one must know about Elizabeth. You’re welcome to join her though. You two will have such a nice time talking to each other, she’s really nice. I’ll just need to perform another ritual…”
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