[Cheeb]

username: Cheeb
name: Ophelia
gender: Female
spooky story:

(eyes)

[casiopea]

marking to watch! ^w^

[SilhouetteStation]

username: SilhouetteStation
name: Aniese
gender: female

spooky story: (791/800)

The night was still. In the distance, an owl hooted once before the forest fell silent. She walked between the trees, her footsteps making no sound as she roamed the woods. As she walked further, new sounds drifted towards her; voices, and the faint crackling of a wood fire. Curious, her feet turned in their direction, and she walked on until she found the source. Peeking through the branches she saw a group of people - one adult and three children - gathered around the fire.

"Tell us a story!" one child begged. "Something spooky!" another added, and the third nodded eagerly. The adult looked thoughtful, rubbing his chin. "I could tell you about Aniese," he said, and the children leaned forward, eyes wide with excitement. She smiled to herself. This should be good, she thought, settling down to listen.

"They say she roams the forests," he began in a low, suspenseful voice. "Like a phantom, searching. Her feet don't touch the ground, so you'll never hear her coming. Invisible like the wind, so you never see her; but her voice is an eerie wail, echoing through the trees. Even the wolves hide when she wails, because they know she's on the hunt."

Well, that wasn't technically true. I have a light footstep, yes, but I couldn't float. Of course I'm hard to see in the dark. And goodness, my voice wasn't like that! Higher pitched, yes, but I certainly didn't wail...

"She preys on those lost and alone in the woods, and sneaks up to them without a sound. You'll only know she's there by the smell of decaying roses, and by then, it's too late."

That's a bit rude. She self consciously sniffed her hair. Smells fine to me.

"Her hand will touch your shoulder, cold as ice, chilling you to the bone. You'll be paralyzed while she circles you, slowly, listening to the beating of your frightened heart and enjoying every second of it. Then her hand will creep up your neck, and she'll feel your pulse beneath her fingertips. Her eyes, black as the night, will stare into yours until they're all you can see. And like a fly caught in a web, you're completely at the mercy of the spider."

She frowned slightly. A spider, really? This story isn't making me sound so good...

"What happens then?" one of the children asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"She opens her mouth, and all you'll hear is her wailing. Your mouth will be forced open and you'll watch, helpless, as your soul is leeched from your body. Your body trembles, your vision starts to fade, as your life seems to drain from your body. It moves like a wisp, out of your mouth and into hers, as she absorbs your spirit and leaves your body, limp and lifeless, on the forest floor-"

"Now hang on just one moment!" She stormed into the clearing, sending the man toppling back onto the ground and the children screaming, running to hide behind him as he scrambled to his feet. Their eyes were huge, and although he tried to sound strong, his voice shook as he spoke. "Don't come closer, I'm warning-"

"Oh stop your stammering and sit back down," she snapped, taking a seat and motioning for them to do the same. They didn't move, and she rolled her eyes. "Fine. Stay standing, like a group of moonstruck deer. Now I thought I was going to enjoy that little tale about myself, but you've got it all wrong." She settled herself down more, and although the man was still shaking, the children were looking a little more curious.

"I don't go looking for strangers in the woods trying to steal their souls, like some sort of lich. Forests are my natural home, yes, but I enjoy a good wander around the world when the feeling takes me. I'm drawn to those who are ready to pass on, whose times here are coming to an end. I take their souls, and let them go on peacefully. Their physical bodies remain on this plane, but I carry their spirits with me to the next life. Otherwise they might get lost, or end up in places they shouldn't be. I understand that it's something some people are afraid of but in my defense I'm just doing my job, and people don't need to be afraid of me."

They still weren't sitting, but at least the man's legs had stopped shaking. She stood up, and gave them a firm but friendly nod. "Right. There's the facts. Be sure to to tell the story right next time, yes? Have a good night, folks." And with that she melted back into the forest, footsteps silent, roaming once more.

[spirittai1]

username: spirittai1
name:
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OH .. BIG RES !!

[Rini]

username: Rini
name: Lilith
gender: Female
spooky story:
Reading.

Each book another world, another time period, another person. To Lilith, it was an escape from a boring and lonely life. She made friends with the characters. She envisioned herself as them. It was dark out, and as she lay in the dewy grass in the back garden, she flipped through pages eagerly. The moonlight shining down was bright enough that she was able to read. The breeze ruffled her fur and she shivered. Horror wasn't typically her type, and she was anxious reading it.

Though the book made her nervous, she could not put it down. Whoever had written it was brilliant - each line seemed to be about Lilith - and to make it like so for each reader must have meant the author really knew what he was doing. Was she laying in the grass to relate to the main character? Or was the main character laying in the grass just like her?

A build up. Tense phrasing. The main character began to express thoughts of discomfort and anxiety. The text implied someone evil was lurking near, but had no backstory in which to gather context. The anxiety was passed on to Lilith, and she felt her fur stand up on the back of her neck.

Rustling in the bushes, in the story. The Kalon's eyes darted up to the bushes that lined the back garden. Was something moving? No. Just anxious. She breathed deep and let her eyes fall down onto the yellowed pages of the book.

As she shakily turned to the next page, she felt her heart beating, empathizing with the main character. She thought to go inside, but she was pulled into the book more and more. She could not tear her eyes away, until she finally heard rustling in the bushes before her. Heart rate increased. Shallow breaths now. It was just like the book.The cicadas chattered louder and louder. Lilith thought she may go insane.

She skimmed the page further and further. It was almost as if she didn't have to read, it was almost as if she were the main character, and she knew what they were feeling exactly. She didn't need any insight into their emotions; she felt like she took the character's entire self inside of her.

Suddenly, the final page revealed a shadowed figure darting to the main character. After a bout of sheer terror and the main character's demise, the story faded to black.

All Lilith could do was stare wide eyed at the pages and try to catch her breath. There was a sense of impending doom, as if it couldn't be the end of the story. The thought crossed her mind that the story really was about her. As quickly as that idea came, something sprung from the bushes - a shadowed figure headed straight in her direction, quickly, pouncing. The creature got bigger and bigger the closer it was. Her legs wouldn't move, as much as she was screaming for them to. She tried to jerk her limbs, to get them to move, she wanted to call out for help, her heart racing, she felt like she was going to explode...!

A hard pounce onto her back. The creature was off of her as quickly as it was on her. Lilith was stunned in confusion, and finally was able to flip her paralyzed body in the direction the creature took off to. As her eyes frantically searched the garden, she saw it; her eyes locked on the target and her vision became clearer as she focused.

The small shadow creature was chasing something even smaller. She caught sight of a fluffy tail, and a glint of its eyes. Suddenly, a sense of relief began to wash over her. A cat. A black cat. It disappeared once more into the bushes to capture its prey. The Kalon stood, heart still racing, but breathing coming easier and easier to her. She was absolutely mortified and felt like she had seen a ghost. Her eyes scoured her surroundings once more, but all was quiet, and calm. The stars twinkled above. The crickets and cicadas played their music, paying no mind to Lilith. Suddenly the breeze felt comforting to her.

She slammed the book down onto the ground. That is why she never read horror stories.

[Cyrano]

username:s-simplicity
name: bee
gender: female
spooky story:

[76heart]

ooo this darling is gorgeous ahhh

username: 76heart
name:
gender: female, she/her
spooky story:

[_rιyα_]

username: toast ❤
name: Mayura
gender: Female
spooky story:
Mayura was exhausted; and yet she'd let her friends drag her out from the comfort of her cabin to tell scary stories at the campfire. And it wasn't like the stories were any good; in fact, they were just making her even more tired with their dull, uninteresting stories.
Five or six "spooky" tales later, Mayura was just beginning to drift off on the sideways log she sat on, when a story caught her attention.
"Once, in a town just like this one, a group of friends went camping. It was an awful night for it; winter had just hit full force, so sleet fell and the wind was sharp as a knife. However, the friends didn't leave; it was a tradition of theirs to stay the whole night. But in the middle of the night, it got to be too much for one gal. She crawled out of her tent and wandered off, in the direction she thought the trail was. But she didn't know; she was heading in the opposite direction she should be.
She was stumbling through the woods for a good hour or so, when she couldn't go any longer. She was too cold, to tired, to continue. So she collapsed to the ground, crawling beneath the half-dead remains of a rosebush that had been caught in the cold snap. She curled up there, unaware that it would be her final resting place, thinking, "If only I'd stayed with my friends; I wish I was with them." Eventually, the cold took over, and the poor girl froze to death, just like that. As her life drained out, the rosebush began to bloom, looking as though it were mid-summer, not the coldest winter night on record.
The friends, figuring that she had just left for home, decided to pack up and leave as well, but when she was nowhere to be found, they put an end to the camping trips, too upset to continue the tradition. No one came to the camping site for decades, until a group of friends decided it was high time for a good old-fashioned camping trip.
While there, one of the friends ventured out of the tents to go to the bathroom, and then it happened. A shadowy figure appeared; the only solid thing about it was the crown of roses and the marking on its flank. In an instant, the figure took on the kalon's shape, passing the crown and brand on to the hapless camper. The fake camper went on to take the kalon's place, and rumor has it, the curse is passed on and on, all because that girl just wanted to be with her friends."
Suddenly, a freezing gust of wind nearly obliterated the fire. It had been a relatively warm night so far, but now it was so cold, she could see her breath fogging out in front of her. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. The chill slowly faded and the fire built back up as the other kalons threw sticks onto the hot embers.
However, in the steadily brightening light, Mayura saw someone that hadn't been there before; someone who no one else seemed to notice. It wasn't any kalon she recognized; in fact, she'd never seen it around anywhere. As she stared at it, she noticed that it didn't have any permanent form; as she watched, it flickered through a thousand different faces. But the only thing that stayed? A crown of sorts, made of roses and thorns. On the kalon's side, there was a fading emblem; it looked like a series of roses, just like the crown. Mayura shuddered, and the thing made eye contact with her. In a blink, its form solidified, and Mayura found herself looking at an exact replica of her own body, with the crown and markings. Once the form hardened, the markings and crown faded even more than they were, until they were gone, and Mayura felt a sharp pain on her flank. When she looked down, there was the emblem, and she had the sinking feeling that if she felt the top of her head, the crown would be resting there as well. She jerked her eyes back to the creature, only to find it mingling with her friends, laughing and telling jokes as though it was her.
"No!" Mayura yelled, jumping to her feet. A loud burst of wind followed her movement, and she realized in a moment that no one could see her; they thought that thing in her shape was her.

[Sneky]

username: Sneky
name: Áile
gender: Female
spooky story:


The people of the northern forests were people of superstition. Traditions passed down through generations to ward off the malicious spirits of snow and timber that so readily preyed on wayward souls. “Don’t wear red after a fresh snowfall, it begets blood.” “Don’t fall asleep under the light of an aurora, you won’t wake up the same.” “Don’t sing a sad song on the night of a new moon, or someone you love will perish by the time she grows full.” Midnight sun and midday moon drive some mad and harden the spirits of others, this was not a home for the weak-willed. But she was a little rose in the taiga, a bloom shielded from the frost by the sturdy trunks of pine and oak.

TURBO mark

[christine,]

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