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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 2:15 pm
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heres one. i call it cupcakes.
The air was warm, the sun was shining, and all of Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded. Busy ponies were making their busy way through the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere to be. All, except Rainbow Dash. Her place was in the sky. She freely tore through the air, speeding one way and the next. She buzzed the tree tops and raced the wind. The pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children. Climbing several hundred feet, she dove, going as fast as she could. Seconds before hitting the ground, her wings flew open and she took off back into the clear blue. Rainbow felt alive.
Then she remembered that she had somewhere to be; she supposed to meet with Pinkie Pie in five minutes. She’d gotten so caught up in her exercises that she nearly forgot.
Pinkie had asked Dash to meet her at Sugercube Corner at three. She didn’t say why or what they’d be doing, but Dash knew that with Pinkie, it could be anything. She wasn’t sure if she really wanted to go, though. She was so engaged with her stunts that she thought about blowing Pinkie off to continue flying. But, Dash’s conscience got the better of her. She knew that it would hurt Pinkie’s feelings; after all, she said it was going to be something special just for the two of them. She considered it and thought “why not.” What did she have to lose? Heck, it might be more pranking. Pinkie might have found a bunch more fun stuff to pull off on folks. They’d so much fun the last time. Dash kicked it into overdrive, mostly to make for lost time, and sped to her appointment.
When she walked into the store, she was immediately greeted with her host bouncing in excitement.
“Yay, you’re here, you’re here. I’ve been waiting allll day.” Said the jumping pony.
“Sorry if I’m a little late, Pinkie. I was doing my afternoon exercises and lost track of time.” Dash apologized.
Pinkie giggled and responded, her tone gleefully reassuring, “Oh that’s ok, you’re here now. What‘s a few more minutes. I’ve been sooooo excited thinking about all fun stuff we’re gonna do, I haven’t stopped bouncing since I woke up. I mean, I almost forgot to breath I’ve been so happy.”
Dash gave a slightly uncomfortable laugh. She always appreciated Pinkie’s friendly, outgoing way of life, but her overabundant enthusiasm almost creeped her out. Dash was polite, however. If Pinkie was got this worked up, then it must good; whatever it was.
“So, you ready to get started, Rainbow Dash? I’ve got everything all ready.” The pink one said.
Dash psyched herself up. “ You betcha, Pinkie. You what do ya got planed? We gonna prank somebody? I got a couple of good ones I’ve been thinking about. Or maybe you got some stunts you think I should try? Or maybe…”
“MAKING CUPCAKES!” Pinkie happily announced.
“Baking”? Dash was disappointed. “Pinkie, you know I’m not good baking. Remember the last time?”
“Oh that’s not a problem at all. I only need your help making them. I’ll be doing most of the work.” Pinkie explained.
Dash thought for about it for a second and replied, “Well, alright, I guess that’s ok. What exactly do need me to do”?
“That’s the spirit. Here you go.” Pinkie handed Dash a cupcake.
Dash was puzzled “I thought I was helping you bake.”
“You will be. I made this one just for you before you got here.
“So, is this like taste testing or something?”
“Sorta” Pinkie said.
Dash shrugged and popped the pastry in her mouth. She chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad.
“Ok, now what?” Dash asked.
“Now,” Pinkie informed “You take a nap.”
Upon hearing that, Dash felt lightheaded. Her world spun and ,seconds later, she dropped to the floor.
When Dash regained conciseness, she found herself in a dark room. She tried to shake her head but found that the taut leather strap kept it firmly in place. She struggled to move, but the braces around her chest and limbs glued her to the upright planks. Her legs were spread wide apart. The only part of her not tied down were her wings as the frame was backless. As she writhed, Pinkie jumped into her line of sight.
“Goodie, you’re awake. Now we can get started.” She gleefully stated. She was pushing a cart covered with a cloth.
“Pinkie, what’s going on? I can’t move!” Dash said in a worry.
“Well, duh, you’re tied down.” Pinkie chided “That’s why you can’t move. I didn’t think you needed to told that.”
“But why? What’s happening? I thought you said I was going to help make cupcakes.”
“You are helping. You see. I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to get more.”
“Special ingredient”? Dash was now breathing heavily and starting to panic. “What special ingredient”?
Pinkie giggled and responded “You, silly”
Dash’s eyes widen, her face contorted in fear. Then she started to laugh ”Woo, really got me there, Pinkie pie. I mean, tricking me in to thinking I’m gonna get made to a cupcake. I gotta tell you, this the best prank yet. You win, you’re the best.“
Pinkie giggled even more. “Aw, thanks Dash. But I haven’t done pranks today, so I can’t accept your praise. “
Dash was struggling again. “Pinkie, come on, this isn’t funny.”
“Then why were you laughing”? Pinkie grabbed the cloth and whipped it off the cart. The top of the tray contained various sharp medical tools and knives carefully organized and ready. There was a medicine bag and several other objects next to them.
Dash was now in full panic mode. She was starting to hyperventilate. Her mind was racing and she tried to reason with the pink pony. “You can’t do this Pinkie! I’m your friend!”
“I know you are and that’s why I’m so happy it’s that I’ve got you here. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me.” She was skipping again.
“But, the other ponies will wonder where I am. When the clouds pile up, they’ll come looking for me and then you’ll get found out.” Dash was desperate.
“Oh, Dash” Pinkie said “don‘t worry, there are plenty of pegasus to take care of a few clouds. And besides, no will find out. I mean, how long do you think I’ve been doing this?” And with that the lights suddenly came to life and showcased the rest the room.
“Oh god, no” Dash reeled in horror at the image presented to her. The room was decorated with a typical but twisted Pinkie Pie flair. Colorful streamers of dried entrails danced around the ceiling, brightly painted skulls of all sizes were stuck on the walls, and organs done up in pastels filled with helium tied to the backs of chairs. The tables and chairs were made of bones and flesh of past ponies. Dash cringed at the center piece on the table nearest to her. The heads of four foals, their eyes closed like they were sleeping, wearing party hats made from their own skin. She recognized one of them as Apple Bloom’s classmate. Her eyes darted back and forth and then gazed up at the patchwork banner hanging from the rafters. Made from several pony hides, the words “Life is a party” were scrawled in red.
Dash’s attention was stolen by a party horn unfurling and tickling her nose. She saw Pinkie Pie standing in front of her. The party pony was wearing a dress quilted from cutie marks. On her back fluttered six pegasus wings, all different colors. As she skipped in excitement, her necklace of unicorn horns loudly clacked together.
“Like it”? She asked “I made it myself.”
Dash pleaded. “Pinkie please, I’m sorry if I did anything to you. I didn’t mean it. Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anybody.”
“Oh Dash, you didn’t do anything. It’s just that your number came up and, well, I don’t make rules. We can’t turn back now.”
Rainbow Dash was tearing up. How could this be happening?
“Aww don’t be sad Dash” Pinkie said “Look this’ll cheer you up. I brought you a friend.”
Out of seemingly nowhere, Pinkie displayed a blue and yellow painted skull. It was about pony sized, but it had a very defining feature: a beak.
Dash was freaking out. “Is…is that….is…that?”
““Hey, Dash lets hang together. These ponies are lame-os. Dweebs dweebs dweebs.” Pinkie mimicked. “I caught her right before she left town. Remember when I left the party for about twenty minutes? That wasn’t enough time to play with her of course, I had to wait till after the party to do that. But boy am I glad I did. It was worth for the flavor alone. Griffons taste like two animals at once, it’s amazing. I know she didn’t have number like everyone else in Ponville, but when was I gonna get another chance to try a griffon. I hindsight, I probably should have asked where she came from so I can get more, but I forgot. I’ll tell you what though, she was quite the fighter. Lasted a long time, which was fun for me, I got chance to play with somebody other than a pony and try new things. It’s too bad she had such a potty mouth. She said so much bad stuff, I had to take her tongue out. You know, bad language makes for bad feelings, Dash.”
Dash didn’t have anything to say. She just sobbed and writhed.
“Well” Pinkie said, putting the skull down” that’s enough reminiscing, it’s time to begin.” She picked up a scalpel and walked over to Dash’s right flank. Without any flair, she placed the blade an inch above her cutie mark and started a circular cut around it. Her lungs working overtime, Dash shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away. But the braces held her still. Finishing the incision, Pinkie grabbed the curved skinning knife from the tray. She worked it under the skin and sliced the hide away from the muscle. Dash ground her teeth as she tearfully watched as her flesh came off. Pinkie then moved to the other side and completed the other flank. Once she was done, Pinkie held up both cutie marks in front of her friend and started waving them like pompoms. Dash just whimpered. Her thighs burned.
Placing the skin down, Pinkie selected the large butcher knife and walked behind Rainbow Dash.
“Hope you don’t mind, I think I’m gonna wing it now. “ Pinkie laughed. She grabbed the left one and played with it for a second. Then, stretching the wing out, she brought the blade down at the base. Instantly, Dash screamed and thrashed her appendage. The movement threw off Pinkie Pies aim. She tried to hit the mark again but missed wide and put a huge slice in Rainbow’s back.
“Dash, you gotta stay still or I’ll keep missing.”
She took another whack and hit the target. She swung again and again, blood spraying into the air, but realized she wasn’t getting anywhere. The blade just wasn’t going through the bone.
“Hmm, I guess I forgot to sharpen it. I’ll try something else.” She stated as she tossed the knife over her shoulder; the blade embedding itself in the table.
The crying Rainbow Dash heard the sound of a metal box opening and closing.
“Got it! Say Dash, why do they call it a hack saw? It doesn’t hack; hacking is what I was doing with the knife. This is a saw. I don’t get it.”
Pinkie placed the tool over the last attempt. It effortlessly sailed through the bone and skin. The painful feeling of the teeth grinding biting into her made Dash want to vomit. She watched helplessly as her wing flew over her head and land with a fluff on the table. Pinkie moved the next and started sawing. Dash didn’t struggle this time; she’d given up trying to fight and just cried. Then the sawing abruptly paused. Pinkie was only half way done, the wing hanging off by only a sliver.
“Hey Dash” she piped up “think fast”
Suddenly, she yanked the wing as hard as sure could. The bone snapped but the skin held tight. The pull ripped a long strip flesh down Dash’s back to her rump. The unexpected trauma caused her body seize. She felt the warm release between legs as her pelvis tensed up. Dash’s loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. Unable to catch her breath, she blacked out.
She awoke with a gasp. The stench of her urine filled her mucus caked nostrils. She saw a very pouty Pinkie Pie removing the adrenaline needle from her chest. Stomping her hooves, the frustrated Pinkie lashed out.
“Didn’t anybody teach you any manners? It’s very rude to fall asleep when somebody invites you over to spend time with them. How would like if I came over to your house and went to sleep. “Oh I’m sorry Dash, you’re boring, I think I’ll take a nap.” You think I like always doing this by myself. I told you how excited I got when I found you were next. I was excited to have to a friend be here with me while I worked. But NOOOOO! You’ve got to be inconsiderate. You know, I thought you were tough, I thought you could handle anything. I’ve had foals stand up better than you. Do I have to baby you? Huh? Is that how you want me to remember you, as a baby?”
She stopped to catch her breath. Dash blinked and softly cried. Her back was on fire.
Pinkie then popped something red into her mouth and began to chew. She noticed Dash was staring at her.
“What?” she asked. “Oh this?” Holding up another piece. “Well, while YOU were asleep, I got a little impatient and helped myself sample. I got it from your leg, you’re not bad. Wanna try some”?
Without waiting for a response, she shoved the strip of meat into the revolted Rainbow Dash’s mouth. She immediately spit it out. Pinkie picked up. “if you didn’t want it, you could have said no.” She then ate the discarded snotty morsel. “It’s not like you haven’t had it before.”
Swallowing, she turned her attention to the small can on the tray. She removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with burning coals. Sitting on top of the fire were several large nails. Dash began to panic again. Pinkie picked up the can and walked over to Dash’s left. Carefully picking up a nail and grabbing a hammer, she positioned the spike at the seam between her leg and her hoof.
“No! Pinkie NO!” Dash screamed. “NO! NO!”
The hammer came down and the nail punctured under her skin. The white hot burning was too much. Dash pulled and thrashed at the brace, her skin rubbed and tore. Pinkie tried to line up another one, but couldn’t find her aim. She let out a frustrated grunt. When she pulled the hammer back to take a wild swing, Dash burst out crying and begging.
“PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!”
Pinkie rolled her eyes. Putting hammer back down, she walked back in front of her friend. She stared pensively at the broken pegasus. Gilda didn’t even cry this much when she stuck that live parasprite down her throat. Pinkie thought for a minute about what to do next. Then there was a sudden spark in her imagination. She grabbed the gear wheel on the rack and laid Rainbow Dash on her back. She moved to Dash’s hind legs, bringing the can with her. Pinkie picked up the hammer again and she drove a searing piece of metal into the bottom of Dash’s hoof. Dash screamed again: Pinkie put one into the other hoof. Next she located the small generator on the tray. Tying the copper wires to the nails, she gave Dash a wink and flipped the switch. Electricity rocketed through Dash’s body. The blue pony reacted immediately; body seized, muscles struck taut. Her hips thrust skyward and her eyes rolled back. She let out a deep, throat shredding cry. Pinkie giggled and danced in place. She turned up the juice. Dash convulsed uncontrollably. Her bladder emptied once more.
After about five minutes, Pinkie shut off the power. The area smelled lightly of cooked flesh and burnt enamel. She put Dash upright again and tried snap the delirious and drooling pony to back to attention.
“Dash. Daaash. Wake up.” Rainbow Dash managed to give her a modicum of weak acknowledgment.
Pinkie reached into the medicine bag and produced and large syringe. “Alright, time for the last round”
Dash looked at the needle and Pinkie took that as a question as to what it was.
“Something to take the pain away” she informed as she walked around to Dash’s ruined back side. She stuck the needle into the lower part of her spine. Dash flinched.
Coming to the front again, she told her friend, “In a few minutes, you won’t be able to feel anything below your ribcage. Then you’ll be able to stay awake to watch the harvest.”
Dash started to cry again. “Pinkie” she trembled out.
“Yeah?”
“I want to go home.” Dash openly sobbed.
“Yeah, I can see wanting to do that.” The party pony replied. “Sometimes, I just wanna give up, say “I’m done with this mess” and go to bed. But you know what; you can’t shrug off your responsibilities. You got to pull yourself up and meet the challenges head on. That’s to the only way you’re gonna get ahead in life.”
Dash cried.
Minutes passed and the drug took affect. Dash was numb from her chest to her flanks. Aware of this, Pinkie approached with her scalpel. With only a smiling glance to Dash, she made a long cut across her pelvis just above her crotch. Moving up her body, she drew a similar incision under her ribs. One final cut was made down her stomach, connecting the first two.
“Looks like I got my I on you, Dash.”
With a moist, gooey sound, the new door flapped opened. The sight of her own organs and the lack of feeling caused Dash’s breathing to intensify. Pinkie sliced open the abdominal sac and grabbed the large intestines. Separating it from the rest of the digestive tract and pulling them from the forming cavity, Pinkie was getting jovial and starting making jokes. Dash, growing weaker from the new source of blood loss, tried to shut out the comedy act. Pinkie was laughing.
“Look at me, I’m Rarity!” she said, slinging the tube around her neck and spreading blood in all directions. “Isn’t my new scarf soooo pretty”?
Reaching back in, she cut the smaller intestine off the bowls. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Pinkie filed it through her teeth and dragged it back and forth. “Dentists say you gotta floss every day, Dash.”
Rainbow Dash was barely aware of what was going on anymore. The shock was causing her to fade. Pinkie got disappointed. Diving back into the guts, she ramped up her routine.
“Aw, don’t go yet Dash.” She started pulling out the rest of the organs, stopping at each one. “I know I can be a real painaceas, but you know I’m just kidney with you. You really got to learn to liver it up. Boy, these jokes are getting bladder. Guess ya gotta develop a stomach for them.” She placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last one for bit longer. “Ooo, bagpipes.” she said, placing the tube in her mouth and the organ in her armpit. A spurt of acid hit her tongue. ”Eww. Oh hey, there’s your cupcake, Dash.”
Dash, didn’t hear her. She had slipped from conciseness minutes ago. Pinkie, not satisfied yet, hit her with another adrenaline shot. Dash woke up for the last time, her heart jumping. Her blood flowed out faster; it wouldn’t be long now.
Pinkie put Dash on her down her back and straddled her chest, scalpel at the ready.
“Ya know, Rainbow Dash, I’m disappointed. I thought you would have lasted longer. I really wanted to spend more time with you before we got here. But I guess it’s my fault, I should have taken it a little slower. Oh well, it was really was nice knowing you, Dash”.
The blade sunk into the blue one’s throat and worked its way up her chin. Coming back down, it circled around her neck. The last thing Dash felt was her skin being cut away from her skull, the metal scraping her teeth.
Then she was gone.
Pinkie Pie stared into the mirror. She did a really good job, even keeping the eyelids. She winked, Dash winked back. Pinkie smiled.
But still, she was sad that her friend was now gone. It only lasted fifty minutes, not nearly as long as she wanted. She looked back the cadaver hanging there in the center of the room, the last of its fluids draining in to the pan. Yup, no more Rainbow Dash.
Then Pinkie cocked her head. She was starting to take notice of the fact that there really wasn’t that much damage. “It fact”, she began to think “I think….” An idea exploded in her head. She was good at sewing and she had all the pieces, all she had to do put her back together. Yeah, just get some stuffing and bingo, she’d have Rainbow Dash forever. In fact, that’s what she’d do for all her friends when their numbers came up. She was so excited, she skipped over to the body with the skinner to get started. The cupcakes can wait; Pinkie had a friend to make.
Silver Spoon suddenly woke up. She was on her back and couldn’t move. She couldn’t see. Where was she? Freaking out, she was just about to scream when the pony from the bakery appeared in front of her.
“HI!” she giggled
“Where am I, what’s going on”? The frightened little foal asked.
“Oh, well, you see, your number came up and I gotta make cupcakes.” Pinkie explained.
“W…wha….what does that mean. What are you talking about”?
“Oh, nothing. I wouldn’t worry it if I was you. It’ll be over soon.” She approached the girl, scalpel at the ready when a small voice called out from behind.
“Miss Pinkie, what are you doing”?
She paused and turned to look at Apple Bloom. The yellow baby pony walked up to her with an angry look on her face. Silver Spoon started to feel relived.
“Ah can’t believe your doing this.” She pouted. ”you said this one was gonna be mine.
Pinkie apologized “Oops, sorry about that, guess I got forgot. Here you go.” She handed the blade over.
Apple Bloom climbed on the table and stood over her prey. Silver Spoon tried to struggle. She stared in fear at Apple Bloom and her apron. The pink apron with a shiny tiara on it. Silver Spoon started to cry.
Apple Bloom grinned and open her mouth “Hey, Silver Spoon, guess who gonna be a blank flank”?
too short? :3
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 2:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 2:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 3:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 4:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 4:43 pm
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Red Room
On a dark and stormy night, there was a man driving cautiously along a path in the mountains because of the hard rain and strong winds. As he was descending he heard a sound that he wished he shouldn’t have heard, his car stopped, he went down and as he feared all four tires were blown out. He waited for some time for some other car to come his way but an hour passed, then another, and another but none came his way. Determined to get down the mountain he left his car and braced the hard rain and strong winds, but just as he was 5 feet away from his car, he saw a light that made him scream in joy. He waved and he shouted, waved and he shouted to get the attention of the coming car. The light came closer and closer, it was an old pick-up truck with an old man and woman onboard, he pleaded them to help him and they agreed, they let him on board and made their way. The old folks told the man that they have a villa just a bit up the mountain where the man can stay for the night, he said that the other guests have already went home and that there where many vacancy for the man, the man was overjoyed to hear this for he couldn’t imagine sleeping in his car for the night. They arrive in the villa after a few minutes, the old folks were very nice to him, they gave him a room in the second floor, they gave him some food and they talked the night away.
Time passed by and it was already eleven in the evening, the old man was already in a room sleeping, the old woman showed the man to a vacant room. The room was big filled with old antique stuff, it was a square room where the bed is located in the center with two tables in each side, there was an old cabinet with a small hint of spiders web, there was a lamp that looked like that of Aladdin’s. After the old woman left him to rest, he was still looking around the room and when he was satisfied he went to bed and went to sleep.
As he was sleeping he heard some noise downstairs, he could hear something hitting the wall, he thought it was just the wind for it was still raining hard outside, but, then he remembered what the old folks told him, they said that it might get noisy at night where he might hear something like the walls from below being hit by something, they told him to just ignore this and just rest soundly. The sound didn’t get to the man at first, he was just so sleepy that he just didn’t care, but then he heard plates breaking, windows shattering, and doors being slammed.
He just couldn’t sleep and decided to look if the door and windows where opened for the wind to blow them that night, he went down and listened the noise wasn’t coming from the first floor, he searched for the source and stumbled upon a door which he believed led to the basement. As he approached the door he was absolutely certain that it was the source of the noise closer and closer he got to the door but it was locked, when he got to the door the sound slowly stopped. But as he was curious as to what it was he tried to open the door but can’t, then he noticed the key hole; it was old like those used with skeleton keys where you can just look through it. As he looked through it he saw nothing, but something red, after that the sound wasn’t heard for all night long.
Morning came and the sun was up, he told the old folk what had happened last night, they froze up and looked pale, and then they said this that made that man run for his life.
“That was the room of our daughter; she was a special child that died a long, long time ago. She kept slamming the doors, breaking plates and shattering windows, and you know what? She had red eyes” eek
The End! smile
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:04 pm
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The wind howled a ghostly whisper outside the window, Caroline lay in bed. Eyes wide open, huddled around her pillow, her blanket wrapped tightly over her head. The rumors couldn’t be true, it was all an old wives tale. The house couldn’t really be haunted… could it?
It was her first, and perhaps last night in that old house. The woman, Mrs. Pendragon, who had previously owned it had passed on, and as a favor to her mother, Caroline was protecting it from any possible burglars. But more frightening than the thought of burglars were the stories the older women at the market had been gossiping. Tales of murder, and insanity. Mrs. Pendragon was notorious for being a recluse, she was rarely seen outside of her house, let alone beyond the gates. She had gone through two husbands, and had a daughter go missing around twenty years prior. A sad life, “It’s no wonder she went insane.” Caroline whispered to herself. Just then there was a loud crash from downstairs. Carline grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her eyes. “Why me? Why do I have to do this?” She sobbed. She had brought a baseball bat, and a small kitchen knife up to the room with her. Little means of protection, but it would do to subdue any burglars.
Caroline reached for her flashlight, not wanted to startle the potential robbers below, but as her hand reached for it, it seemed to move away. To the edge of the table, and then to the floor in a clatter. Caroline stood motionless, then shaking her head in frustration picked it up. Dead. She hit it against her hand, hoping for a light. But got nothing. “Ok…” she breathed, she remembered the candle on the dresser. The matches beside it thankfully worked. And with the light flickering from the candle, Caroline made her way to the door. The hallway was surprisingly long, or perhaps the shadows along the wall made it seem that way. Caroline clenched the bat tightly in her hand, with her pinky finger she guided herself along the banister. The stairs led straight to the front door, which appeared undisturbed. To the right was the kitchen, and the left the parlor. Caroline entered the kitchen first, nothing seemed out of place. Save for a drawer slightly open, most likely from that evening when they were cleaning. The candles light lit the dark stairwell, Caroline glanced up and jumped back, startled. Was that a girl at the top of the stair, her white dress was so vivid, no it had to have been a trick of the light. Caroline glanced up once more, and seeing nothing proceeded to the parlor. The chairs sat neatly in their corners, the table between them. With the same old tea set that had sat there for years. Caroline looked around the room, and then noticed the old coat rack in the corner, laying across the floor.
Caroline set the candle onto the table and approached the rack. “Well at least its not burglars.” She sighed as she proceeded to put it back in place. As she grabbed the arm of the rack she thought she saw a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye, she stood up. Setting the rack in place, she looked over her right shoulder, to the window. A white face, with hollowed eyes stared back at her. Its mouth open, moving as if trying to speak to her. Caroline stood there motionless, trapped in the emotionless gaze of the face. Her mouth quivered, her hands began shaking. She managed to get her eyes away, to look to the candle. In a moment of adrenaline she raced to the candle, grasping it tightly. She ran out of the room, straight to the front door. She dropped the bat in a clamor, and struggled with the door knob. Despite her best efforts she couldn’t turn it. The key! Yes the key was upstairs in the pocket of her jacket. Caroline grabbed the bat, and turned to run up the stairs, she mentally prepared herself. Two steps at a time, grab the key, get out. She kept this mantra in her thoughts as she moved forward. She began her leap of faith up the stairwell but only four steps up and the girl in the white dress appeared at the top, waiting for her.
Caroline froze in place. “Please… please leave me alone!” She cried out to it. The girl in white shook her head, then proceeded to float down the stairs. “Ah, AHHH!! GET AWAY!!” Caroline screamed in terror. She jumped down the stairs. She raced into the kitchen, the only seemingly safe room to be in. The drawer that had been cracked opened just minutes ago was now fully open, and filled with knives. The first husband was found stabbed to death, the second hung from the roof, the daughter never found. The rumors from the afternoon flooded her thoughts. “Please no…” Caroline huddled against the cold linoleum. She lay there motionless, eyes shut tightly. However her ears were fully exposed, and could hear the sweet song of the girl. Caroline opened her eyes slowly, and looked to the entrance to the kitchen. The girl was hovering there staring down at her, singing a haunting melody. Caroline slowly crawled on to her knees, her eyes wide in shock. The girl stopped her song. “I’m ever so lonely…” she hummed. “Please stay with me forever…” Her eyes flickered, what was that in her hand. Caroline fell backwards, scrambling to find something to help her, where did her bat go? The candle too far out of reach. Tears poured down Caroline’s cheeks, her eyes never leaving those of the girls. The girl approached slowly, suddenly the candle went out. The only thing that could be seen were the glowing eyes of the girl, followed by the blood curdling scream that escaped Caroline’s mouth.
The next day, her mother came to check on her, but Caroline was nowhere to be found.
The End
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:50 pm
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It was like any other day at Garibaldi High School. A boy by the name of Ian walked into the school like any normal day. He seemed to be happy as of last night when he had just gotten rid of his girlfriend; Kaitlyn. His day as usual started out pretty normal, he went to class, ate lunch, and goofed off with his friends. But what he didn't notice were 2 shadowed girls that lurked and followed him, watching his every move. Ian was in math class at the time when he noticed a mysterious cut on his forehand. Assuming he received a paper cut, he shrugged it off. It was lunch time that things started to get a little weird. Ian was sitting and eating his lunch with his friends when he started to hear a slight buzzing sound. He looked around and found nothing. He turns back to his friends and was about to continue eating, when he hears a whisper right by his ear. “You better watch your back.” The voice whispered quietly. Thinking that one of his friends was messing with him he grinned and turned around to see nothing. He looked around, confused until he meets his friend’s faces. They all asked if he was okay with concerned looks on their faces. He nodded and solemnly sat back down. During the last block of the day, the cut on his hand started to itch like crazy. Asking to leave to go to the nurse’s office, he got it bandaged up, being told not to itch it and to keep the gauze on for at least 24 hours. The school bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day. When he got home, the cut was still bothering him, so he took the gauze off and started scratching it like no tomorrow. He stopped scratching when he felt something trickle down his hand. Looking down, he immediately drew his uninjured hand away in silent horror. The skin on his hand had started to peel and bled out. He quickly bound it with the gauze and ignored it, hoping it would all go away in the morning. He soon dozed off after finishing his homework while listening to his music. The dream he had that night had been very vivid. He dreamt he had gotten up from his bed, walked downstairs and found a knife. He then proceeded to the door and walked all the way to his best friend’s house. His best friend noticed that he was outside and snuck out to ask what he was doing at that ungodly hour. He led her into her garage and relentlessly stabbed her with the knife. She died that night, with her body parts strewn all over her yard. When Ian woke up the next morning in his bed with blood all over his body, he realized the dream was true. He was terrified to say the least and quickly hid the evidence. A few days after the incident, the police were contacted and the body was never found. Ian was guilt ridden and decided to end his life. He gathered all the body parts and found an abandoned warehouse, where he took the gauze off his still injured hand and wrote, in his blood, his confession. He raised the knife he had hidden away and thrusted it into his body. He slowly lost blood and consciousness, but before he did, he saw 2 girls appear out of the shadows. They both walked up to his bleeding body and peered down at him with twisted grins on their faces. Recognizing their faces immediately, he started to drag his wounded body away from them. The girl of the left had blonde hair and icy blue, green eyes, while the girl on the right had black hair and dark piercing brown eyes. The girl on the left bent down and opened her mouth. “I told you to watch your back.” She whispered darkly. She got up and walked to the door waiting for her companion. The girl on the right bent down as well. “Let this be a warning to you. Never play with a girl’s heart.” She stood up and skipped away from the dying boy and helped her friend close the door. Ian lay there staring at the ceiling as he bled out and died. Let this be a lesson to everyone who’s read to the very end of this story. Watch out for Caroline and Kaitlyn when you visit Garibaldi Secondary School, and to never break a girl’s heart.
I made this story up. Hope you like it! biggrin |
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:58 pm
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Bermese The wind howled a ghostly whisper outside the window, Caroline lay in bed. Eyes wide open, huddled around her pillow, her blanket wrapped tightly over her head. The rumors couldn’t be true, it was all an old wives tale. The house couldn’t really be haunted… could it? It was her first, and perhaps last night in that old house. The woman, Mrs. Pendragon, who had previously owned it had passed on, and as a favor to her mother, Caroline was protecting it from any possible burglars. But more frightening than the thought of burglars were the stories the older women at the market had been gossiping. Tales of murder, and insanity. Mrs. Pendragon was notorious for being a recluse, she was rarely seen outside of her house, let alone beyond the gates. She had gone through two husbands, and had a daughter go missing around twenty years prior. A sad life, “It’s no wonder she went insane.” Caroline whispered to herself. Just then there was a loud crash from downstairs. Carline grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her eyes. “Why me? Why do I have to do this?” She sobbed. She had brought a baseball bat, and a small kitchen knife up to the room with her. Little means of protection, but it would do to subdue any burglars. Caroline reached for her flashlight, not wanted to startle the potential robbers below, but as her hand reached for it, it seemed to move away. To the edge of the table, and then to the floor in a clatter. Caroline stood motionless, then shaking her head in frustration picked it up. Dead. She hit it against her hand, hoping for a light. But got nothing. “Ok…” she breathed, she remembered the candle on the dresser. The matches beside it thankfully worked. And with the light flickering from the candle, Caroline made her way to the door. The hallway was surprisingly long, or perhaps the shadows along the wall made it seem that way. Caroline clenched the bat tightly in her hand, with her pinky finger she guided herself along the banister. The stairs led straight to the front door, which appeared undisturbed. To the right was the kitchen, and the left the parlor. Caroline entered the kitchen first, nothing seemed out of place. Save for a drawer slightly open, most likely from that evening when they were cleaning. The candles light lit the dark stairwell, Caroline glanced up and jumped back, startled. Was that a girl at the top of the stair, her white dress was so vivid, no it had to have been a trick of the light. Caroline glanced up once more, and seeing nothing proceeded to the parlor. The chairs sat neatly in their corners, the table between them. With the same old tea set that had sat there for years. Caroline looked around the room, and then noticed the old coat rack in the corner, laying across the floor. Caroline set the candle onto the table and approached the rack. “Well at least its not burglars.” She sighed as she proceeded to put it back in place. As she grabbed the arm of the rack she thought she saw a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye, she stood up. Setting the rack in place, she looked over her right shoulder, to the window. A white face, with hollowed eyes stared back at her. Its mouth open, moving as if trying to speak to her. Caroline stood there motionless, trapped in the emotionless gaze of the face. Her mouth quivered, her hands began shaking. She managed to get her eyes away, to look to the candle. In a moment of adrenaline she raced to the candle, grasping it tightly. She ran out of the room, straight to the front door. She dropped the bat in a clamor, and struggled with the door knob. Despite her best efforts she couldn’t turn it. The key! Yes the key was upstairs in the pocket of her jacket. Caroline grabbed the bat, and turned to run up the stairs, she mentally prepared herself. Two steps at a time, grab the key, get out. She kept this mantra in her thoughts as she moved forward. She began her leap of faith up the stairwell but only four steps up and the girl in the white dress appeared at the top, waiting for her. Caroline froze in place. “Please… please leave me alone!” She cried out to it. The girl in white shook her head, then proceeded to float down the stairs. “Ah, AHHH!! GET AWAY!!” Caroline screamed in terror. She jumped down the stairs. She raced into the kitchen, the only seemingly safe room to be in. The drawer that had been cracked opened just minutes ago was now fully open, and filled with knives. The first husband was found stabbed to death, the second hung from the roof, the daughter never found. The rumors from the afternoon flooded her thoughts. “Please no…” Caroline huddled against the cold linoleum. She lay there motionless, eyes shut tightly. However her ears were fully exposed, and could hear the sweet song of the girl. Caroline opened her eyes slowly, and looked to the entrance to the kitchen. The girl was hovering there staring down at her, singing a haunting melody. Caroline slowly crawled on to her knees, her eyes wide in shock. The girl stopped her song. “I’m ever so lonely…” she hummed. “Please stay with me forever…” Her eyes flickered, what was that in her hand. Caroline fell backwards, scrambling to find something to help her, where did her bat go? The candle too far out of reach. Tears poured down Caroline’s cheeks, her eyes never leaving those of the girls. The girl approached slowly, suddenly the candle went out. The only thing that could be seen were the glowing eyes of the girl, followed by the blood curdling scream that escaped Caroline’s mouth. The next day, her mother came to check on her, but Caroline was nowhere to be found. The End |
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