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#31 8 years ago

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Splicer101;5496708You really wont stop will you?

[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]Stop what? I must tell stories. I must live up to my title![/COLOR]


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#32 8 years ago
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You might want to read this.

Before you end up like this.

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[COLOR=orange]During our childhood, my sister and I knew how strange our house was. Our parents do not believe us, and my sister was not even sure she could believe it all herself. However, I know that each night, footsteps crept past my door, and voices would whisper to each other.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]I would curl up under my comforter, buried deep in the folds of the blanket, hoping each night was safe. But each night, I heard people walking in the hall, just outside my room. Every night, the sound came closer, if only by a fraction, but enough to be terrifying.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]One night, the door handle trembled. I rolled over and stared at the door, which was slowly opening. I held my breath, but no one walked through the door, not even a shadow. I pulled the blankets over my head and squeezed my eyes shut, praying for it to leave, praying for someone I knew to come in.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]My stomach was flopping around like a grounded fish, but I had to know who it was. I peered out from under the covers and saw this little girl standing by the door, not my sister, but a girl nonetheless. She was staring straight into my eyes. Her own eyes were full of madness, but it seemed as though she knew me. It was a ghost. It had to be -- I had never seen her in my life![/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]For a few seconds, she remained motionless, just an apparition hovering in my doorway. Then she lifted her arm, as if waving to me, and the motion made her drift forward towards me. I leaped up, dashed past her, and lit the lantern, my heart racing. I whirled around and saw...nothing.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]To this day, I have never seen the girl again. Sometimes, when I am off guard, I feel her tugging at my blanket, or brushing my feet with her cold fingers. But whatever she came to say to me that night was left unsaid.[/COLOR]


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Master Lindale;5504570[COLOR=orange]During our childhood, my sister and I knew how strange our house was. Our parents do not believe us, and my sister was not even sure she could believe it all herself. However, I know that each night, footsteps crept past my door, and voices would whisper to each other.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=orange]I would curl up under my comforter, buried deep in the folds of the blanket, hoping each night was safe. But each night, I heard people walking in the hall, just outside my room. Every night, the sound came closer, if only by a fraction, but enough to be terrifying.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=orange]One night, the door handle trembled. I rolled over and stared at the door, which was slowly opening. I held my breath, but no one walked through the door, not even a shadow. I pulled the blankets over my head and squeezed my eyes shut, praying for it to leave, praying for someone I knew to come in.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=orange]My stomach was flopping around like a grounded fish, but I had to know who it was. I peered out from under the covers and saw this little girl standing by the door, not my sister, but a girl nonetheless. She was staring straight into my eyes. Her own eyes were full of madness, but it seemed as though she knew me. It was a ghost. It had to be -- I had never seen her in my life![/COLOR]

[COLOR=orange]For a few seconds, she remained motionless, just an apparition hovering in my doorway. Then she lifted her arm, as if waving to me, and the motion made her drift forward towards me. I leaped up, dashed past her, and lit the lantern, my heart racing. I whirled around and saw...nothing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=orange]To this day, I have never seen the girl again. Sometimes, when I am off guard, I feel her tugging at my blanket, or brushing my feet with her cold fingers. But whatever she came to say to me that night was left unsaid.[/COLOR]

I slowly, gently, drifted down the hallway of the house. Such a strange place, I thought. My brother drifted towards me.

"Is tonight the night?" He asked. Such a curious one, my brother. He was always asking me questions, wondering if he would ever be able to return to the realm of the living.

"Yes, brother. Tonight is the night...I will tell him," I responded, "But you, you must leave. I want only him to hear what I have to say." Brother stamped his feet lightly, causing little vibrations in the wood floor.

"Now now, little brother. No tantrums tonight," I said. He slowly, sadly turned around and drifted away. I gathered my thoughts and turned towards his room. Slowly, I pulled the handle down, and began to push the door open. Creaking ever so slightly in the pale moonlight, the door began to open. He rustled under the covers. He had heard me. I could feel his fear rising ever so slowly, like the moonrise at evening.

You must know, I thought, You must hear that our worlds are connected...you must hear that your fate is to become one of us...

As if he heard my thoughts, he slowly, slowly, peeked out from under his covers. Our eyes met...such fear in his eyes. Such madness in mine, I was sure was what he saw...but was I truly mad? Was I truly angry? No...I was not angry. I was just as frightened as he was. Making contact with the physical beings was...a drain. I had hoped, prayed, I would make it through the meeting...the moonlight was enough to sustain me for awhile. We stared at each other for a short while. Not knowing what to do, I raised my hand and waved. His terror grew ever so slightly.

Don't be afraid....please, I thought. If he grew any more frightened he would never allow me to stay...he would find some way to drive me off. My hand slowly flew towards him, as my last ditch effort to calm him down. A friendly pat on the shoulder, a calm, reassuring touch. His terror skyrocketed, and he flew out of his bed, past me, and reached for the lantern.

No! I thought, as light filled the room, and I vanished from his sight. He stood there, gasping, scared to death, scanning his room. Now he would never know...




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[COLOR=orange]As a child, I spent summers with my aunt in Russia. I had two cousins living with me at my aunt's house. One was Valentina who was 14, and Alenka who was the same age as I, 12.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]Every night we would go to our aunt, and she would tell us a story. She told us about a tree that was near her school, near the bridge with a small swing. She said that there was once a woman named Natalyushka who lived near the tree and had two boyfriends. One was named Ivan, and the other was Boris.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]Every other day, Natalyushka would spend her time with Boris, and then the other days with Ivan. One day, Ivan found out about Natalyushka cheating, and told Boris. They both confronted Natalyushka and forced her to choose one man. She said she could not choose, so they hung her in the tree and cut her body halfway down.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]Every single day now, even in broad daylight, you can hear moaning and crying. Our aunt told us that one of her friends had attempted to cut the tree down because he was annoyed by the noise. The tree backfired the axe he held, and sliced most of his hand. Luckily, all he needed was stitches.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]One day, Alenka and I were walking around the school and saw the tree, near the bridge, and it had a tiny swing. I was scared but Alenka laughed playfully.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"Hey, dare me to go on the swing?" she said mischievously.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"No, Alenka, we shouldn't...you know...Natalyushka?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"Natalyushka?" she laughed. "Mama only told us that to scare us, Silly."[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]She ran to the tree and began to climb it. She looked at me and laughed.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"Where's NATALYUSHKA now, stupid?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]I stared in horror as I watched my cousin get pushed off by nothing and receive cuts all over her body. She landed on her knees and screamed in pain. [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"Alenka!" I screamed.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]I grabbed her. I saw her knee was gushing blood. Her lip was split in half, as if something had sliced her.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"We need to take you to Auntie, right now!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]Alenka stared at me, "No! Don't tell Mama, she'll kill me!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"What about a doctor?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]Alenka stared at her knee, and tears of pain ran down.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"Ok, fine, hurry."[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]I carried her on my back and we walked to the doctor where, who cleaned her wounds and replaced them with bandages, and used a small cast.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"Alenka, what happened?" he asked?[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"I-I fell." she said.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"You seemed like you've been beaten up, tell me the truth," he seemed to know.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"Alenka went up the Crying Tree." I said.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"Oh my God, Alenka." He declared urgently, grabbed her shoulders.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"Never, ever go on that tree again! Do you understand me? I won't tell your mama, PROMISE!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]Tears quickly ran down her face as she stated, "I promise."[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]"As for you," he looked at me. "Thank you for bringing Alenka here. Take her home and tell her to cover up so her mama does not see. This one is on me," he smiled and extended his hand to me.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]As I took it, I noticed a large scar on his hand. Instinctively, I knew he was the one who had attempted to cut the tree down so many years ago.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]As Alenka and I walked home, I felt the breeze but did not see the tree move.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]To this day, Alenka and I still have never solved the mystery of the Crying Tree.[/COLOR] [COLOR=orange] [/COLOR] [COLOR=orange]Who was this Natalyushka? Did she ever really exist? We may never know. At the local cemetery, the winds and weather have slowly eaten away all records. Any traces or clues have long-since been eroded away, forgotten, and lost to time.[/COLOR]


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#36 8 years ago

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#37 8 years ago

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#38 8 years ago

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:rofl:

Also Lindale, I tried my best to make it appear like a little girl was speaking...where didst I goeth, wrong?




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#39 8 years ago
Totes McTurner;5504743Also Lindale, I tried my best to make it appear like a little girl was speaking...where didst I goeth, wrong?

[COLOR=orange]The error being that thou doth spake it thyself. It wadst good, but the words cometh not from the girl, but rather, from thee. The girl speaketh not because the girl cometh no more.[/COLOR]


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