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 Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 3:26 pm
Story Time!
Well, Halloween is coming up! So... It gave me an idea! I'm going to hold a contest about Scary Stories! Write and submit it your own scary stories here! More than one is fine! The winners will be decided by a poll that'll be added later! You ready to get scared? This contest ends on Halloween! October 31, 2010! There are three slots! 1st, 2nd, and 3rd! If there is a tie, the people who tied will have to write another scary story, and I will pick between them!
1st Place- 10k = NinjaofSecrets
2nd Place- 7k = M y s t e r ii G h o s t
3rd Place- 4k = Sunset Akane Try not to make your stories too long, but if you need to, it's fine. ANIME PICTURES ONLY!
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 3:39 pm
I suck at writing scary stories...
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Haruka Katashi Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 3:48 pm
Just try your best, besides, you don't have too enter.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 5:21 pm
Can We Add Background Music?
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M y s t e r ii G h o s t Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 6:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 10:52 am
Intro Theme
They say a mysterious, dark girl wonders around at night. And that girl's name is Ayako.
Most pictured her to have long, black flowing hair, pale skin that seems to be cracking, a dark tattered dress, and black eye sockets.
Monou ge na Hitomi
Legend says she used to be a beautiful, cheerful girl. She had pretty, straight black hair, wore warm light colors all the time, and before her incident, she had luminous icy blue eyes.
But one twilight, when she was staring into a fireplace, she thought she saw black eyes appearing in the center.
Ayako glanced around, frightened. She stood up, and wrapped the brown towel around her tighter.
The wind picked up, and thrashed the tree branches around. Ayako's eyes narrowed, and she made a run toward her room. She suddenly heard a light music box tune being played, and as she turned around, claws grabbed her.
Police say the next day, her body was found behind the house.
Yoru no Shizuku
Nia scoffed at the book that told of Ayako, and threw it beside the chair. "Legends are legends," she muttered. "They're not true."
She clicked on the television, and stared blankly at it. There were static and a boring black and white striped picture showed up on the screen.
"That's....kinda...weird." Nia's right eye twitched. This never happened before. Why is it doing it now?
She bit her bottom lip slightly. Don't tell me...Ayako's--no, wait. She's a legend! Why should I believe it?
"Tch."
She went to the kitchen to grab a toothpick to bite on, but when she came back, Nia saw a glassy still female figure in front of the TV, pressing her pale hands against the screen. "Come to me," she seemed to chant, "make me alive again!"
Nia's face went blank and pale, and she stepped back slowly. "What in the world..."
The girl turned around, sensing her presence. Nia gasped, knowing who she was. It was Ayako.
Her black eyes narrowed, and she lunged at her.
Itami
A bundle of newspapers landed in front of Karu's house. Knowing it would probably just be junk mail, she picked it up anyway, but paused when she saw the front story.
BODY FOUND AT
There was some dust at the end of the continuation, and Karu flicked it off. The ending of the sentence was an address,a familiar address.
Remembering, the address was her neighbor's house. Nia.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 1:08 pm
(All credits of this story goes to my friend for helping me make up this story...{She does not play gaia})
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump The three knocks obviously is the way. Teresa jumped up from where she sat on the couch and opened the door. Outside stood 5 children, one who was also named Teresa. The five children smiled and said, "Trick or treat Grandma. Do you have a new story today?" "Of course I do darlings," Grandma Teresa said as she led the children into the dining room.
"Once upon a time, there was 5 little children whose name I shall not speak. It was on this day, halloween, when their grandma told them not to go into the haunted house across the street, for it would only bring misfortune. The 5 children were quite the curious kind. Oh yes, that's right. They entered that haunted house. Their grandma told them not to go...Wait, did I say that already? Oh wells. The grandma told them not to go but they went anyways. Once they went in, the door shut behind them, not letting them leave..." grandma Teresa said. For the rest of the evening, she told them the story.
Andrew, one of the boys, stood up and grinned. "No way that creepy house across the street is haunted," he said after the story finished, "Grandma, you're just trying to scare us!" The grandma looked at Andrew with sad eyes. The 5 children, Andrew, Teresa, John, Jasmine, and Laura, left the house after thanking their grandma for the story. Andrew looked at his friends and whispered, "Let's go into that house tonight..." The other four looked at each other, worry filling their eyes. They each shrugged and when Grandma Teresa closed the door, the five smiled mischievously, running across the street and entering the old house.
Teresa had a bad feeling as they entered, but once they got in, she wanted to leave. The empty house was dusty, broken glass scattered on the floor. Candles were all burned out and the air was thick and moist. The door clicked behind the children and Teresa ran towards it, trying to open the door. "It's locked..." she murmured silently, tears swelling up in her eyes due to the fright. Thunder roared outside and lightning flashed. Andrew grinned as he pulled out a flashlight. "No worries. I have 10 spares. Of course, each of us gets at least one," he said smiling. Each child took a flash light, huddling together to figure out what to do. John looked at Andrew and then at his companions before saying, "We'll split up. Teresa goes with Andrew. I'll go with Jasmine and Laura. This way, each group gets at least one boy. Andrew's strong so he can protect Teresa by himself. We'll explore this place slowly. Teresa and Andrew go explore upstairs. The rest of us will explore this floor."
With that, the kids split up. Laura got the shivers as she, Jasmine, and John entered the dusty kitchen. It contained several china plates, each broken and shattered. Jasmine jumped when she thought she saw something but it was only a spider. Then, a scream came from upstairs. Laura, John, and Jasmine ran out of the kitchen and up the rusty stairs. They entered the room which the scream came from and saw Teresa, standing in horror and Andrew was on the floor. Red liquid flooded out of him and the rest of the children stared, their faces pale. "How..." John started for he and Andrew were not only cousins but best friends. Teresa broke into tears and cried, saying, "I...I want to...g...ge...get out of here..." Laura walked over and patted Teresa's head. The 5 became 4 and they walked downstairs. John was a curious little boy and thunder was heard in the distance. While the girls started to walk down the stairs, John snuck into a room, only to find a ladder leading to the attic. He slowly sneaked up.
Another scream and the girls ran to the room John had entered. They saw blood trailing down the ladder as Laura gulped. Slowly, the girls climbed up the ladder. Laura froze when she saw John hanging from the ceiling, his neck cut by the rope. Laura blinked away tears before looking at her friends. "Let's get out of here...If at least I can't, I want you two to survive..." she said. Laura grabbed a hatchet and handed her friends pocket knives she had always kept with her for protection. "Let's go..." she murmured as the three left the room, shocked by the deaths. Before long, Laura caught a shadow from the edge of her sight. She turned to look but there was nothing. *Thud*She looked at her friends but only saw Teresa. Teresa's hands were on her mouth as if she was scared. Wendy followed Teresa's gaze and her eyes widened at the sight of Jasmine, whose body was laying on the floor as if she fell. Laura raced down the stairs, Teresa immediately behind. Angrily, Laura raised the hatchet and tore at the door. When she managed to make a small hole, she heard another sound. Laura pushed Teresa out through the hole since Teresa was small and skinny.
Once Teresa got out, she was glad to be safe. Then she waited for a moment for Laura to come out as well. When she didn't see Laura, Teresa creeked the door open a little. Again, there she was. Laura laid on the floor, dark marks on her neck as if she was choked to death. Teresa freaked out running away from the building.When she looked back, she saw a face at the window. It was the face of a man, holding heads. At a closer look, Teresa clutched her fist. The heads the man held were the heads of Andrew, John, Jasmine, and Laura. Teresa threw a rock at the window, watching it smash. Glass shattered at the impact and Teresa left.
~55 years later~
Teresa, an old woman now, looked out her window. She sighed as the memory of that faithful night came back to her. With technology now, anything was possible. She entered a door, punched in the numbers 2012. With a whir, Teresa felt scared. She left the door as it disappeared. She was inside her house in the year 2012. Teresa walked over to the couch slowly, sitting down and looked up at the ceiling...
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump The three knocks obviously is the way. Teresa jumped up from where she sat on the couch and opened the door. Outside stood 5 children, one who was also named Teresa. The five children smiled and said, "Trick or treat Grandma. Do you have a new story today?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 1:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 3:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 5:50 pm
So, I had a dream. A dream that I could be that pretty little princess in a castle. I drank fancy drinks, wore lacy stuff in a brightly lit room with a bottle of some kind of fancy stuff, but could never leave the castle. Never. I had been there for ... how long? It was a dream where I could never see the outdoors because I was locked in some prissy little girls' kind of room, and there wasn't a way to get out. Wait, not locked. Forget 'locked', I should just say there was NO door. There wasn't a saviour, a king, or knight, or anyone who had come for me, no sound outside the walls. I felt like I rot there, like I starved to death, and maybe I did.
If you have forgotten already, I had mentioned the fact that I could NEVER leave the castle. It wasn't just the castle really, but the room I was in, and not to forget, the outside of that dream was out of my reach. As I said, I may have starved for all I knew, and I probably did because inside that dream that dangling chandelier of candles had eventually disappeared, leaving me in darkness, and I felt dead in my stomach. I screamed and starved and stabbed myself practically to death to drain my mind of that nightmare and bring myself to life. I tried forever to bleed to death, get enough bruises to shock myself back to life, and even attempted hanging myself, but all that did was suffocate myself.
Eventually one day, all that did knock me out and I awoke in a cushioned box. Just my body size, and it had a soft lining of some fabric, but there was a rough feeling. No, it was not the container. It was pitch-black, but I could tell I was alone. Who knows how long it took, but I pulled myself out of the container to see lines of, of ... tombstones. I was dead. I was buried by who-knows-who, but I it didn't matter. I needed to find home, wherever that may have been. I knocked on doors, going door to door, but all I got were screams, door slams, and faints. What the hell was wrong with them? I just need directions!
At that, I kept going. People had died of heart attacks ever once in awhile, but that was not my buisness.
I got annoyed at one point, and instead of going to the next door, I stepped over a fainted body and into the house, leaving a trail of dead skin and dirt in my path. I stepped through one door, flicking on a lightswitch, and found myself turned to a mirror. I screamed at the sight of a horrid 'thing' reflecting itself in the mirror. It wore a dark, faded, torn dress and had hair that dragged onto the ground that was the color of a mixture of ash and salt, so thin that it was almost invisible. The skin was worse then I thought, because it was not only dead, but half on the body had peeled off and was covered in dried blood. I was still the princess, but now I was the living dead, scaring people to death door-to-door. My nightmare came to life.
I didn't know whether I'd ever find my home, wherever it may be, or whatever it looked like, but I knew I could have a chance if I just kept going, door by door.
Now, I'm telling you this story, but now do you understand my goal? That I deserve some pity? To be givin mercy? Well, I'll be at your door eventually, and maybe you can see the wretched thing that has happened to me.
I'll walk to your door, and knock at the door. If you're busy for whatever reason, I'll just let myself in. There will be a Thump, thump, as I approach, and a screech as I pry the door open. I'll knock at your bedroom door if you're asleep, and say to you,
"Hello, hello. The princess is here."
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Haruka Katashi Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:14 pm
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Youichi Sakkagame Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 5:59 pm
Once there was a beautiful young girl who lived in a small town just south of Helmington. Her parents had to go to town for a short while, so they left their daughter home alone, but protected by her dog, which was a very large collie. Her parents told the girl to lock all the windows and doors after they had left. And at about 8:00 PM the parents went to town. So doing what she was told, the girl shut and locked every window and every door. But there was one window in the basement that would not close completely. Trying best as she could she finally got the window shut, but it would not lock. So she left the window and went back upstairs. But just to make sure that no one could get in, she shut the deadbolt lock on the basement door. Then she sat down, had some dinner and decided to go to sleep for the night. Settling down to sleep at about 12;00 she snuggled up with the dog and fell asleep. At one point, she suddenly woke up. She turned and looked at the clock...it was 2:30. She snuggled down again wondering what had woken her...when she heard a noise. It was a dripping sound. She thought that she had left the water running, and now it was dripping into the drain of the sink. So thinking it was no big deal she decided to go back to sleep. But she felt nervous so she reached her hand over the side of the bed and let the dog lick her hand for reassurance that he would protect her. Again at about 3:45 she woke up hearing dripping. She was slightly angry now but went back to sleep anyway. Again she reached down and let the dog lick her hand. Then she fell back asleep. At 6;52 the girl decided that she had had enough...she got up just in time to see her parents were pulling up to the house. "Good" she thought "now somebody can fix the sink cause I know I didn't leave it on." She walked to the bathroom and there was the collie dog skinned and hung up on the curtain rod. The noise she heard was its blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. The girl screamed and ran to her bedroom to get a weapon, in case someone was still in the house...and there on the floor was a note, written in blood, saying..
"Humans Can Lick Too My Beautiful."
*Creepy Story! I Better Win For This Scary Story...Scared Me Too!
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 8:05 pm
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