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"An 11-year old girl named Yumi lived with her mother and father in a small village in Korea. One day, she was coming home from school. It was a long walk through the countryside and when she got home, Yumi was very thirsty.

She went into the kitchen to get a drink of water and grabbed a glass from the cupboard

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.

In a corner of the kitchen, lay her the dead body of her mother.

Yumi dropped the glass and screamed in horror.

At that moment, her father walked out of the next room.

“Yumi, please listen carefully and calmly,” he said. “Your mother was planning to run off and abandon us. She was having an affair with another man. I tried to talk her out of it… I told her you would be devastated if she left, but she wouldn’t listen… We got into a fight… It all happened so quickly… She fell and hit her head… I’m so sorry…”

He sat down at the kitchen table, put his head in his hands and started sobbing uncontrollably.

It was such a shocking situation. Yumi struggled to take it all in. She wanted to cry but she forced herself to be strong. She had to remain calm. She had to think.

What would happen if her father was sent to prison? She had no other relatives. She was only 11 years old. The authorities would send her to an orphanage.

It was clear what she had to do. She had no other choice.

Biting her lip, she decided not to turn her father in to the police. After all, it was an accident. She realized that they would just have to find a way to deal with the situation.

She looked at her father and nodded.

“We will have to bury her ourselves,” she said quietly. “If the neighbors ask any questions, we can tell them she ran away with another man.”

Her father hung his head, still weeping.

Yumi went upstairs to her bedroom and began to change out of her school uniform. As she was taking off her clothes, she noticed her suitcase was lying on the bed. When she opened it, she found all of her clothes lying inside, neatly folded. A small piece of paper lay on top. She recognized the handwriting. It was a note from her mother.

It read: “Yumi, I packed your things. We have to leave quickly. Your father has gone insane.”

She's a lovely enchantress, stealing the heart of many young men!
Her eyes are always wandering, and heart is never in one place...

Yet, all she learns for is true love.

"This is Gretel. She is a wooden doll made by my father for my 6th birthday. But at my birthday party, when my father went out to get her from his wood shop, she was missing. For a while, I was very sad that she was gone. I really wanted to see her for the first time. Days and days passed, and I played with all the other toys I received from my party, but I was still without Gretel. As these days were passing, Mum and Dad were discussing how other townspeople have gone missing. I thought nothing of it, for I was just a six year old, in love with my colorful dresses and pearl-white rocking horses. It was not long until I woke up one night, for I felt something or someone was staring at me. I sat up in bed to find a very very beautiful wooden doll--just as tall as I was, standing at the edge of my bed. She had this darling smile on her face, and her eyes were glittering with radiance. I was lovestruck and absolutely captivated.
And then I depicted what she was holding in her tiny hand.. a radiantly glimmering..knife."

"Another murder, suicide this time.
You claimed you didn't know anything else, except for the screams that had come from the floor above yours the night before the incident. The occupant was a young woman, in her twenties, an accountant.
But did you ever think of all those times when you'd just wake up in the shower, with red on your hands? And the next morning you'd see your neighbors backing away from you?
And that night, could you even recall where you were at midnight? Why did you wake up in cold sweat, palms covered in blisters, probably from pulling thick rope?
And why were the knives in the kitchen missing?
People always tell you you seem really comfortable in your own skin. In all honesty, you feel more like yourself when you're in hers. That beautiful red dress fits you pretty well.."

One sad men has lost her wife but before she die, she's give birth to one baby girl. That men called the baby as Hoshino Mei. One day, that men died in tragedy so the girl then live alone. A few years later when Hashino picking some fruits in the forest, she bump into a fainted young man. Hashino treat that guy until he got well. Actually that young man is a fairy from Grren Line. That's men then grant her a wish. Clever girl Hashino wish to become a mage.

She would get what she wants no matter what the price is, she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty, so bold and nasty that who she is

Her name is Flammia. Her father Firelord, was a king in Earthias now we called Halloween Town. Flammia is 19 years old and she has power to create fire and ability to manipulate fire by shaping it in any manner she desires. She's stubborn but very deliberate and focused. In this halloween Jack sent her to bury easter bunnies.

Story :

Flammia was having a weird dream. She's in a village. Rabbit village. Not sure why she's there but this isn't ordinary bunny village. Many robbits (robot rabbit) there and they kinda prepare for something. Flammia hate robbits. They're greedy and two faced. They can be so nice but then stabs you in the back. She's using her power and the fire blazed with a supernatural kind of force. Burning bunch robbits there. Dad should be proud of this. Oh there's plenty of them right there too said her in dreams but then..

=Door knocked=
=Over and over again=

Flammia :"Aww man! at this time!!! seriously!!" Ready to slaughter whoever dared to distub her like this

=Jack enters the room=

Flammia :"Jack ??" half surprised she sit at her bed. "What the hell are you doing?!"
Jack : "Easter village. Destroy them"
Flammia : "Wait!! I know I'm useful, but this is ridiculous! Why would i kill easter bunnies ??"
Jack : "They've transformed into robbits. We must make sure everyone enjoys halloween . Can you imagine bunnies egg all around this town at halloween ??"
Flammia sighed. "So... I'm off to burn them all ?
Jack nodding and smiles. "Damn straight!"

The Goddess of Nebulae, Rune fell in love with the God of Stars, Kaishu and together their love spread far and wide, but one light year, Kaishu revealed that he was a liar and that he never loved her and ran off with another Goddess.

But Rune loved him so much that when he broke her heart, she was consumed with hatred for him.

Sensing this, the God of Dark Matter, Saio was drawn to her darkness.

She cried and turned to him, pleading to end the pain.
He offered her two choices:
1. become his bride and help span the darkness with her beautiful nebulae mingled with his black abyss
or...
2. Run after the Kaishu and his new lover, kill them both, and live in agony.

She gazed up at him with a terrified expression but asked again if instead she could die?

To this The God of Dark Matter replied, "No. But Maybe I can do this for you."
With a wave of his hand, he shot a dark ribbon of matter toward her heart and within moments, the pain vanished and all memory of Kaishu was gone from her mind.

When he asked her again if she would marry him, she looked up at him and calmly nodded. For he was handsome and muscular. Far more fetching than the God of Stars.

At this answer, he gave her a black ring with a single jewel embedded in it. As he slid it on her finger, a scream could be heard further away. The Dark Matter that flew to her heart, went through her to the God of Stars. Kaishu's lover screamed in horror as she watched him go through extreme rapid fusion and explode, killing them both.

When Rune turned around to see what happened, she only saw pieces of energy spraying out in all directions--though none hit she and Saio for he erected a barrier to protect them.

When she asked him why he killed them, he glanced down at where her heart was and she followed his gaze to a black hole inside her.

Leah had caught a cold. But not just any cold, she got this one from a demon. "Side effects," said Tyrantinis, "include coughing, wheezing, sweating, headache and a bit of red around the eye area."
Leah cocked her her head. "You mean like eye irritation?" The Demon Tyrantinis frowned and gestured towards the mirror. Leah looked and screamed, falling to the floor.
"Shoot," said the demon. "She's dead. Now what? Well, I could make her my slave until God comes back in 500 years or so..."
And that's exactly what he did. A few hundred years later, Leah got better and simply became Tyrantinis' companion. So that's cool and all.

All Hallow's Eve Tale
Smell of Blood

They said I was mad. They said I was depraved. Don’t believe them, I'm perfectly sane. I mean if I was insane I couldn't tell you what really happened, not so perfectly at least. Sure, murder is murder, but I just couldn't let him live anymore. The way he stared at me, the way he talked to me, love like that wasn't real, couldn’t be real, right? He had to be fake, he had to be false, and I punished him for it. But now he won't let me be!

It was seven months ago, on a horrible stormy Halloween, he (my husband) was acting in his false overly happy persona when the thought finally broke free from the back of my mind. As the wind howled like a banshee in the back ground, I realized his sickly sweet gestures and rottenly sweet tone had to be a mask for his true evilness, a dark and dreary soul that hid just beneath his sugary sweet mask. A mask that lured unexpected people to the doom. That night I decided I would kill him.

It was almost midnight when he went to bed. I had told him I would finish cleaning up after our Halloween party then join him. Though he argued to assist me I convinced him he needed his rest for work tomorrow. He quickly fell into a deep slumber that not even the booming thunder could rouse him from. I slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife from the new knife kit he had just recently purchased for me. Then I slowly crept up the dark staircase towards our bedroom. The full moon’s light played through the blinds disfiguring the shadows and making them appear to be ghastly demons that guarded him from my deadly intent. But I would not be chased off by those wicked little haunts. I soon entered our room and glared into the darkness.

Our canopy bed's curtain swayed and flowed like a never ending waterfall, impenetrable to all, due to the blowing wind from a cracked window. I stalked forward, hunched low to the ground, like a lioness stalking a gazelle. I drew back the curtains and slipped into bed besides my slumbering husband. I raised the knife slowly, like what you see in horror movies, and then drove it down straight into his heart. His eyes shot open and stared straight at me. He tried to speak but all that could be heard was the gurgling of blood in his throat. But even though I was killing him love still shone in his eyes.

Slowly his eyes glazed over as his life blood gushed out of his wound. It died the bed and his night clothing a crimson red. The blood smelled like sweet whiskey and roses. It was a scent that lingered even as the blood cooled. But I sat there staring at his glazed and dead eyes, there was still love there. Even in death he kept his mask on. And it enraged me, so I stabbed him six more times but the love still remained. I knew I couldn't leave the body there so I wrapped it tightly in the blankets and dragged it down into the basement. I spent the next two hours making sure the body was properly dealt with. Tricks of my trade, if you will.

After this I went to sleep in the downstairs guest bedroom. The next few days passed in a blur then the phones began to ring. All the calls were for him. Of course it shouldn't be surprising he was the youngest CEO of his business ever. After two days of the constant shrill ringing of the phones, I smashed them all. I shattered the phones into thousands of tiny pieces. They were scattered all over the floor, covering it like the blood covered our once happy bed.

The next day was when he came back. At first it was just whispers of his voice I could hear when I slept, hollow murmurs of his undying love. They echoed through our ghostly empty house, haunting me, following me, never letting me rest. Then I began to feel his soft caresses as I slept. Gentle silken caresses of my cheek, bitter sweet kisses, his cold arms wrapping around me. I could always feel his weight join mine on the innocent guest room bed. Two weeks passed this way until I saw his ghostly specter.

It was when I was dressing my self in front of the guest room vanity when I felt his cold arms wrap around me as he used to do when he was living. I looked into the mirror and saw him. His skin was snow white and ghastly pale against his raven black hair. Dark crimson blood trickled down the sides of his pale pink lips. His lips cracked open slowly and whispered into my ear, “Nevermore will we be apart.” His glazed blue eyes still shone with love. I spun away from the mirror but saw nothing.

The smell of sweet whiskey and roses assaulted my nose and sent me careening out of the room. But the scent was unrelenting; it drove me, like a wild animal, towards the basement where it laid waiting. I stared at the perfectly preserved body then decided to bring it up to our living room. There I set it on the floor and unwrapped it. The smell of sweet whiskey and roses filled the room. I sat there numbly and stared transfixed at him. He looked just like the apparition as he lay there dead.

It was there the police found me two days later and arrested me. They were all amazed at how well preserved he was, but what else could they expect from the top mortician in all of San Mateo. The trial went by in a blur; they found me to be insane and locked me away in a little white padded room. It’s rather nice here; except when he comes to visit and whisper, “Nevermore will we be apart.” They said I was mad. They said I was depraved. But don’t believe them, I'm perfectly sane…