[aventurine.]

User+Id#:
wyrmblood. + 674152
Name:
maraschino
Prompt:
it started when they were a child, after their mother gave them a little jar of things and told them to never open it up ever, no matter the circumstances. they didn't understand why not to, so they opened it anyways and forgot. it was soon after that it started happening. a little hand reaching from the blind spot on their back to grab their tail. no matter where they went, where they moved, it was always there at the edge of their peripheral vision. it grew with them too. as they got larger so did the hand. always grasping, grabbing, and tugging at their tail. they only ever saw it receding, adding to the feeling of unease whenever it happened. as time went on they got used to it, even annoyed by it. "knock it off, you're annoying me. go away please." they would say and it would recede for a few days. then it would start back up again. everything else in their life was perfectly normal, except for this hand. there was never an explanation for such an occurence. perhaps it was a curse, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, perhaps it was just their imagination.

[Griff]

User+Id#: Griff 254592
Name: Jaice
Prompt: Living in the south, he has seen his fair share of strange things! He had taken the haunted carriage rides, the local graveyard tours, the 'hotspots of america' list... still nothing ever grabbed out at him as out of the ordinary. Then, one day, he visited the cypress swamplands. He was just there to relax and take in the sights when he noted one of the local gators get out of the water, stretch, then look at him and bow respectfully.

Nobody else saw it, and they consider him crazy. The heat, surely, was getting to him. But he would swear up and down to this day he saw a new crytid, and darn it they were a gentleman too!

[dragonstars]

User+Id#: dragonstars+865902
Name: Luca
Prompt:
This is gonna be based on something that happened irl to me.

Luca is your average ghost hunter, and has his own friendgroup that go ghost hunting. Well, on particular night, he and his friends had decided to go to the local graveyard at 3am. They've seen a lot of things during this time at other places, but this night was different. Venturing into the graveyard further, they saw a something glowing, and it was the only thing glowing in the entire place and area. What was odd was, it was a grave, and what was even more odd was the fact that it was the only one glowing. Creeped out, and the energy feeling off, the group decided to leave, and once it was day time, luca went to go check it out. Turns out, there was just a lonely grave where the glowing one was. And it didn't have anything that would make it be able to glow on it. This was one of the stangest things he and his group have seen, and it may have even turned out to have been a ghost, or something else. They still do not know what it was, or why it was caused to this day.

194/200 words.

[Goldstarwolf]

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[Ucanthandleme]

User+Id#: Ucanthandleme + 809102
Name: Night
Prompt:

I heard it again tonight... the shadows whispering about what they had seen.

They knew everything, those pitch black shadows. Secrets, lies, romance and death, anything that was done in the shadows they knew. They had seen the major's wife having an affair, the little old granny who had the dead buried in her backyard, the small child lying to his mother that he hadn't swiped a candy from the jar, all of these were seen by the shadows and spread between them in whispers. After all shadows were the silent watchers, there would also be a shadow, in a crack, behind your body, in the crevasses of your mind, a tiny little shadow watching.

But tonight I saw it, the most strange thing I'd ever seen as that mans shadow. The shadows weren't gossiping, weren't making a peep and I wasn't too, after all what was I meant to say when I saw it, saw the man, the man watching us, watching the shadows.

165/200

[Furrydogs12]

User+Id#: Furrydogs12 992378
Name: Marino
Prompt: One day, Marino woke up to a rustle outside. He went to go check it out and spotted a ghost of what seemed to be a cat. The cat seemed to be attacking the air, and he was confused. He ran away from the spirit and right back into his home. He shivered, afraid to leave the house anymore. Now, he has to bring a bat worth him just incase that ghost appears again.

[CO1LD]

User+Id#: CO1LD
Name: TBD
Prompt:
art wip
The only 'strange' thing I have seen still.. Is myself. 10/10

[elf_of_the_hollow]

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user & id. elf_of_the_hollow / 352032 .|•.| name. raven .|•.| prompt. [ 200 / 200 ]
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|||||eyes strained in the dimming light of a low candle. the room was silent, dark
aside from what meager light the flickering candle could provide. he scanned
through hundreds of passages, his research futile to this point, determined to find
anything - anything - in the dense tomes he feverishly consumed.

|||||explanations had been lacking, his research into the disappearances a fruitless
effort. tens of people gone without a trace, not even the minutest hint to their
whereabouts, no foul play suspected. the reports came in in clusters, frustratingly
brief, devoid of any answers. his unexpectedly long sojourn into researching these
occurrences had no end in sight.

|||||a light breeze stirred him, turning his attention to the open window. he
briefly stood to shut it, returning quickly to his seat and his tome, but the whisper
of light rapping on glass drew his attention once again.

|||||he bowled over in his chair, quickly shuffling backwards until he was pressed
up against the wall. he blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the form he'd
glimpsed, but no sooner had he seen it than it was gone altogether. moonlight
poured through the open window, and he could only conceive a single thought.

|||||finally.

[Kyar]

User+Id#: Kyar + 320861
Name: Exxus
Prompt:
Every day he woke feeling raw again. Weeks ticked by, but the anguish hadn't faded. Three months had all passed the same way. He opened his eyes to the barrage of sunlight, but couldn't find the will to sit up. What was he, without her? A deep pit wallowed in his gut, and he felt tears pressing on already swollen eyelids. One twin should never bury the other.

Eventually, movement snaked its way into slow-running veins, and he found himself automatically dragging to the bathroom sink. The water ran full force like ice; fingers wrapped the cold porcelain edges as shoulders shook. It was a ritual now. Morning mourning.

A wave of tap water blasted reddened eyes, and he held a rough towel against them a long moment. Steady breathing. Let it pass.

As the towel dropped, he cried out, stumbled back. Shaking. This couldn't be.

His eyes locked to the eyes in the mirror, a perfect reflection of his own--on his sister's face. The same shocked expression held her fairylike features. As his hand reached forward, so did hers, and they met. New tears welled in wild desperation. Lips parted faintly, and repeated in the mirror:

"But... you're dead."

(200)

[nermal1999]

User+Id#: nermal1999 (214589)
Name: Jesper
Prompt:

Without Shadow
My neighbor is the Strangest thing I've seen by far.
[10/10]