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[kabloom]

Hello everyone!
I know that this month has been making everyone pretty anxious with everything that's going on.
This is really the first time I'm experiencing the brunt of all of this, so it's been a... let's say, learning experience!
I've been trying to think of a way to get my mind off of all of this, so can I ask a favor of you?

Can you please tell me some of your favorite scary stories? I want to hear your best! （*/∇＼*）

Comments

[tuffguy]

well what kinda scary stories are you into?

[kabloom]

I especially like a good ghost story!
But I'll be happy to hear anything.

[tuffguy]

ghost stories?
hmm ok have you heard the story called "the painted skin"?

[me_matey]

heres a scary story

GODDAMN BED MAN CHASES U FOR HOURS BUT U CANT SLEEP OR THE EVIL BALD DOCTOR WILL CHASE U FOR HOURS

EXCEPT ITS NOT A STORY AND ITS REAL AS FUCK

[kabloom]

Um
Are you okay?

[me_matey]

im very tired

[storytelleroftime]

Ooooh, I have one for you kiddo.

So, have you ever been to the graveyard of Recolle at night?

[kabloom]

I haven't! What happens when you go there? Is it haunted?

[storytelleroftime]

Yes.

The ghosts only come out after dark, but they walk throughout the graveyard. Watching anyone who enters, staring at you with their vacant, dead eyes! But they are not immobile, these ghosts. They have a particular, ritual, one might say, they do each night, in the center of the graveyard.

A ritual they don't like interrupted...

[meowbel]

I've got a good one! Have you ever heard of the spooky candyman that lurks under your house to steal candy?

[A+ scary story right there!]

[kabloom]

No. Please tell me about him.

[ she takes this as seriously as the other stories. ]

[meowbel]

I'm glad you asked! Because he is really scary and did a lot of really horrible stuff that I don't even dare to mention!

If I did, who knows what might happen!

[Or you know. He'll steal all of your hard earned candy, which was just as terrifying]

[explodosafe]

Right now the creepiest horror story I know is my own life, but if you want something else...

My favorite story, one that happened here or something from back where I come from?

[kabloom]

[ she could comment on the first thing he said, but she doesn't want to dig into his private life. so... ]

Either one. Or both, if you prefer. I don't mind.

[explodosafe]

Alright, then I'll go with the local one. That one's the easiest to explain and I really like the end!

Do you know the street that connects Viea Village to Tribunal Terrace and runs through a corner of Chata? If you go one street to the right it leads up a hill all the way to some fancy doctor's homes and the old courthouse street. There's a reason why nobody wants to buy a house there, but you won't guess what it is!

[odapologist]

I like the one about the painter and his ghost lover! Who he painted when she spooked him and that's why ghosts look the way do in folklore.

[kabloom]

That one is a little romantic, isn't it? Getting visited like that.

majestic storytelling time

[frisyr]

Once upon a time there was a little boy who went out in the woods with his papa, and his papa said don't let go of my hand son, so he didn't.

The path got dark and the boy looked up to make sure it was okay to go ahead and his papa said, just don't let go of my hand son!

Then the forest started getting really thick and it was hard to get around the spaces, and they had to squeeze in between the trees. The boy looked up at his papa again, but he only smiled and said just don't let go of my hand.

Then the roots started getting taller, and the thorns started getting sharper, and the boy got scared and he asked his papa if they could turn back, but his papa said they're over halfway through, the rest is easy, doesn't the boy want to see the other side?

And the boy noticed that his papa's eyes were darker than they usually were, and he got scared and let go of his hand

And his papa started floating into the sky, and turned into a black balloon, and popped and became a cloud of dark smoke and left the boy all alone in the woods!!!!

The end

[kabloom]

I love it! You told it so well. I can just imagine the pauses you would have made if you were telling this in person instead!
The use of repetition was superb too!
And that poor boy... I wonder if he got out on his own, without his papa.

[grimdeity]

Have you heard Anansi's Tale of the Goatman? It's a classical piece of horror literature.
I also have a couple of original pieces I could share, if you're interested.

[kabloom]

Oh! Can I please hear some of your original stories?
I would definitely enjoy that.

1/3

[imaginex]

[SHE WAS BORN FOR THIS MOMENT]

The boy couldn't sleep. It was raining outside, had been raining for days it seemed, and looking out the window all he saw were droplets painting the glass. Nothing beyond it. It scared him for some reason, and he turned in his bed to stare at the walls instead, cuddling with his favorite stuffed animal.

And then:

Scratch

Scratch

Scratch.

Startled, the little boy turned his head again, back toward the window, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw long, spider-like fingers pressed up against the glass. A witches' hand--

But oh, he was mistaken. The longer he stared, the more he realized it was just a tree branch that had been blown close to the window by the storm. His heart calmed, he hugged his stuffed toy, and he turned back to the wall.

2/3

[imaginex]

Rustle

Rustle

Rustle.

For a second time the boy nearly jumped out of his skin. What was it now, he worried? Looking at the window, he saw that for some reason, it was cracked at the very bottom, and the very tips of the tree branches were sticking through, dripping rain water on the window ledge. Why had his window opened? He didn't know, couldn't think of a reason, and so vowed to stare at his window just in case something... happened.

3/4 I lied, I'm ridiculous

[imaginex]

Creak

Creak

Creak.

The sound came from the other side of the room this time, not from the window. Was it his parents on the other side of the door? Did they sense something was wrong in his room? The boy was terrified but felt relief at the thought of his father coming to his rescue, and

turned away from the window.

[imaginex]

Then the door to his room suddenly opened. What luck! His father poked his head in through the doorway to check in on him because of the storm. The boy nearly leaped out of his bed and into his father's arms, but he was a big boy and so just nodded his head when he was asked if he was okay.

The door closed. The boy breathed a sigh a relief.

Steeling his nerves, he turned back to the window.

... And saw nothing, save a large puddle of water right by his bedside, shaped like a pair of feet. As if someone had been looming over him the whole time...


The end! (≧◡≦) Did I do okay?