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 Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 11:20 pm
Hi, my name is Kal Tokhon, but you can call me ghost, that's what you are going to anyway sad .
I really owe my life to Wait and Hope
I am a 22 year old heterosexual Male Ghost.
I was killed when] the doctor told me he could make my seizures go away by hookin ga new machine of his own invention to me.
People tend to describe me as a sorrowful creature. I lash out real easily and i do not like new poeple in the house, I simply want to save them.
It's probably because my life was cut short by a doctor who tormented patients under the prefix of helping them. Sure he was finally killed himself, but then I have had to reside with his sadistic ghost. My family was always a broken one and I was always easily upset by others in life.
I never leave home without nothing. What do I need?
Oh! One more thing! I mean no harm to new residents, I simply wish to drive them out.
Photo: The fallen protector.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 11:26 pm
>Scalpel< A Horror Story (Forum)
HISTORY(pictures have been removed for space purposes, her posting style can be viewed under the TESTING thread)
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Kal heard a thud in one of the rooms of the old house and his immediate response was to rush there. Upon entering the room he saw one of the new occupants of the house holding another. A boy in bad condition. His neck was cut as if something had been wrapped around it. Brown eyes swept over the room and he spotted a severed extension cord hanging from the ceiling fan.
Anger swept over him as he took in the scene and only one name came to mind...Annabelle. Taking one last look he released energy into the room bringing some of the warmth stolen by Anna before making his exodus. Sweeping down the hallway he shoved himself through the wall of the room where she could often be found.
"What were you thinking?!" He hollered at her, he knew there was no reason to keep his voice down, the humans could not here him unless he chose for them too and it required energy to speak on their level. "You sick woman, you just about killed that young man!" Kal shot at her full of anger as he began to pace the room. Of course she would have like nothing better than to have done so.
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With a snarl Kal jumped right back down her own throat. "They should leave you say? That I agree with! However, they do not have to be killed to get the hint! You have got have more creative methods then that for ridding the house of people!"
This woman was insufferable. Sure she had her ways of getting rid of people who moved in, but he had seen enough traumatized people to last him a lifetime. Or well however many lifetimes he had eft before he was allowed to rest. That thought washed sadness over him though and so he pushed it away.
Just who did Annabelle think she was anyway?? People could be ejected from a house without murder, or suicide as the other humans often thought it too be.
"Unless you can tone it down a bit, learn to leave the alone," he growled!
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Kal bowed back for a moment he had never goaded Annabelle like this and now he understood why, but enough was enough! "Firstly, Miss I Can Handle Everything By Myself In My Own Fashion, I never asked for your 'god******' help!" Taking on a habit from his life he seethed, bringing air in and out roughly although he did not need it. It took him a moment to realize he was doing it and he quickly ceased. "Killing them often leaves them here with us and they with Dr. Stanton! When he awakens, which is inevitable he will eventually he is just going to torture them too!! And you claim to be saving these humans by murdering them?!"
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Kal opened his mouth to retaliate her statement with one of his own, but she was gone. With a sigh Kal vanished himself, she was not worth chasing. And so he found himself in his own hideout, a cozy place in the attic where he had set up a lot of his old stuff. Perhaps he was crazy, maybe he was wrong? Shaking his head he refused. He could not be wrong. He had already come to agreement with her that he was living both for and in a past he could not alter. Kal was a ghost and there was nothing he could do about it. That frustrated him. Angrily he picked up a baseball, once belonging to him, and chucked it across the room.
Unawares of his aim he looked up at the unmistakable sound of shattering glass, he had hit the small window in the attic and it was sprinkling glass on the floor around it and the ground outside. The glass glittered with a dangerous appeal, but no matter, he was already dead. Sitting in his corner he rested his head in his hands and waited for the people to come investigate the mysterious crash of broken glass.
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Footsteps on the stairs alerted Kal to someone coming to check out the noise. He sat in his corner waiting for her to come into his vision field. There was nothing to worry about, she could not see him unless he so choose. Entering the attic was a pale human girl with black hair.
Curiously Kal watched her, something about her was different from the others. The way this woman carried herself, she was probably rather shy, that gave most humans and undeserved innocent look. A split decision could very well get these people out of here.
The rooms temperature dropped as Kal materialized behind her on the homo sapien's plane. Watching her for a moment before he spoke. Dry words rustled through the still attic air to reach the girl.
"You shouldn't be here."
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