[Nick]

spooky kalon #; 1977 (werewolf fluffy)
username; Raveron
name; Silver
gender; genderfluid
prompt;

Behind The Door
By, Raveron



The morning came as the sun shined brightly down on Earth, as the sunlit hit Raveron's face, he slowly opened up his eyes. It was the day he moved into his great grandparents house. He only remembered vaguely of his great grandparents house and that it was deep in the forest where there was no one around. He got up and stretched as he yawned loudly, he had already packed up his things for the move and were already in the movers van. "I wonder why they left the house to me. I rarely even spoke to them, let alone hangout with them. I've only met them twice and that was back when I was.. what? F or six years old." He rolled up his sleeping bag as he tied it in place and picked up, he then grabbed the keys and headed out the door. "I'm not gonna get there till dark. It's nearly a ten hours drive to their house. I know I should've woken up way before dawn, but I couldn't sleep. Not only that, my great grandparents died nearly five years ago when I turned seventeen years old. Couldn't they have given their house to their son?" Raveron drove past the neighborhood as people, trees, houses and pets blurred by from the van's fast movement. He drove until he could see the road that lead up to his great grandparents house, as he slowed down to unlock the gate, he put the movers van in park and slowly opened the door. It was already getting dark out, as he stepped out of the movers van a car was passing by as they slowed to a stop. "Hey! You're the Vanquitic grandson aren't ye?!" Raveron turned to face the car and person who yelled that, "uh.. yeah. Who are you" The person in the car chuckled and said, "ah yeah guess you wouldn't remember me. I'm Nickelson. Your great grandparents neighbor. I'm about two miles down the road. You be careful now, you hear?" As they drove off. "Well that was strange." Raveron turned around and walked to the gate as he unlocked the lock and swung the gates open. He headed back to the van as he drove into the woods a bit and got out again to re-lock the gates. He drove slowly down the dirt road as he hit bumps and the van bounced around, it took nearly thirty minutes before he could see his great grandparents house. He finally made it and parked the movers van out front, "well.. I guess I should go inside. I'll unpack tomorrow when I wake up." He grabbed his sleeping bag and headed to the front door, as he was unlocking the front door he heard a rustle in the woods, he turned his head quickly to see if he saw anyone or anything, but all he saw was the trees and bushes, he shrugged it off as he headed inside and locked the door behind him. Raveron found the light switch and turned on the lights. He looked around looking at all of the photographs and pictures. He then placed his sleeping bag on the couch, he went to the kitchen and saw a note on the table. It read:

Dear Raveron,
I assume that you have made it to your new house. I'm sorry we didn't see each other more before me and your grandma passed away. We hope you enjoy our home like you did when you were younger. We left your room as it was way back in the golden days of your younghood. We hope you will keep our home safe, please do not open the door in the basement. We have put a note on the door saying "do not open". You will see why you mustn't open that door. Be safe.
Love,
Grandpa Jury

"Don't open the door. What does he mean by that?" He stopped to think for a moment before he said, "oh well. I'm going to bed any ways." As he got up and went back into the living room as he laid down on the couch unable to fall asleep with all the creaks and odd noises coming from the old house. As he looked out the window his mind running wild with thoughts of what his grandfather meant in his letter. He thought to himself, "don't open the door" as he started to fall asleep on the couch he saw a face at the window and he jumped up, but when he looked again, nothing was there. He chuckled to himself a bit, "hehe just a figment of my imagination" he said to himself as he went back to sleep. The next morning he woke up and was unpacking his things from the moving van and once again he heard a rustle in the woods, "hello. Is anyone there?" No replies. He continued to unpack and as he got his last box into the house he heard scratching from down in the basement. Raveron slowly made his way to the basement door and slowly turned the handle of the door, he opened it up just a crack and saw nothing but darkness. He opened the basement door as it creaked from being so old, he turned the light switch on and slowly made his way down to the basement. He looked around and saw his grandparents old things, lots of old junk from the civil wars to piles of records. Boxes of photographs, journals, maps and even souvenirs, as he looked around and turned to face the other direction a black cat jumped out and hissed, Raveron fell backwards into a mirror as it shattered. "That damn cat! Why is he even still alive, the necker out lived my grandparents!" As he got up and faced to see the mirror, he noticed a lock behind the mirror. "I wonder…" before he finished his sentence he moved the mirror to see a locked door, it was heavily locked with chains, bolts and even screws. He placed his hand on the door as it started to shake and rattle and an eerie voice said, "Raaaaaaavvvvveeeerrrooooonnn" it sounded just like his grandfather. He ran out of the basement so fast as he slammed the basement door and locked it, "what the heck was that?!" He ran out of the house and got into the moving van to return it into town. After hours staying in town he finally returned to his grandparents house that now belonged to him. Raveron contemplated going inside after what happened earlier, he turned off his cars engine and headed inside, as he unlocked the front door a voice from behind him said, "I'm behind you." Raveron turned around so quickly but nothing was there, he got inside and slammed the door shut locking it, "what the hell is going on here?! There's gotta be answers around here!" He started rummaging through his grandparents study and found an old journal, he opened it up and turned to page one and started reading,

January 18, 1989
Today me and my wife, Lilac, moved into an old farmhouse that we played in when we were kids. It seemed like a nice house to raise kids in, have livestock, and some other animals, we started making money by growing corn, carrots, making oat, grain, and other things. We've been working hard to keep this farm going.

January 21, 1989
It's been a fews days since we moved in here, we are having a kid. We aren't sure if it's a boy or a girl yet, I'm hoping a boy, but my wife wants a girl. The farm business is doing good and we are making lots of money.

Raveron turned the page four times and continued to read,

September 18, 1989
We had a boy right here in the farmhouse. Our neighbors the Banadocks, Nickleson's wife, Shar, helped my wife give birth to our son, Devon. He's pretty darn healthy if I say so myself.


"Huh weird. He doesn't write in the journal till my dad's first birthday".

September 18, 1990
Today is Devon's first birthday, but we've been noticing strange things around the house, like; hearing voices, doors slamming, and Devon talking to someone that he says is his friend. Now, I don't know what it is, but I'm sure it ain't good.

Raveron flipped through the pages of the journal until he got to a page that had dried blood on it.

January 1, 2018
Before I die I want to say we found out what it was. Our son had moved out and got married, but the thing that was causing us all harm was a demon. A very powerful demon. We got a priest but it didn't work, it killed the priest than my wife. It's after me now.

After that last journal the pages were blank. Raveron was shocked, "a demon? This can't be right. Father said they died in a horrible farming accident." He went down to the basement to the locked door, "I don't know if I should unlock it."

[dracopia]

spooky kalon #; 1976
username; lovechild
name; TBN !!
gender; demiguy enby ( they / he +neos)
prompt; WIP ;-)

[Ucanthandleme]

spooky kalon #; 1976
username; Ucanthandleme
name; Sugar
gender; Male
prompt; A vanilla pudding frog covered in strawberry sauce.

[Eleya]

spooky kalon #; 1977
username; Eleya
name; Remus
gender; male
prompt;

WIP

[₊˚ʚ꒷ ₊˚Mallow₊˚ ‧₊]

spooky kalon #; 1976
username; ₊˚ʚ꒷ ₊˚Mallow₊˚ ‧₊
name; Fulio
gender; Male
prompt;

[almond.milk]

spooky kalon #; 1976
username; almond.milk
name; jinx
gender; female
prompt;
a chewy (almost gummy-like) twist, flavored pink raspberry and strawberry. sprinkled with sour blue lemon pop rocks for some crunch and a tangy zest

[justamindset]

spooky kalon #; 1977
username; dragonofember || 695530
name; Iroh
gender; male
prompt;
the tree trunk hides you away from the howling wolves, their sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as you push yourself back as far as you can go.
Little did you realize, the hollow of the tree had it's own set of teeth.

[a two sentence scary story]

[NightMareRose]

spooky kalon #; #1977
username; NightMareRose
name; Quail
gender; Male
prompt;

Why did I agree to this...? We all knew this place was forbiden, no one went in and came out alive... Or if they did, they were never the same. Plenty rumours were present about who or what lived here, in the pitch blackness. Yet I accepted. I did this to myself. What started as a game became something much more serious. That one stupid dare had landed me here. It's cold, dark, and I in fear for my life.

I stepped lightly, hearing small voices at every turn. "W-who's there?" Even I could hear the way my voice broke, no doubt what ever else was with me heard it too... My eyes kept looking around the dark, searching for something, anything, to put my mind at ease. It only worsened as I continued my hunt. A loud shriek rang out in the distance as I jumped. My heart raced and my paced quickened until I was running faster than I had ever done so before. A giggle followed by a young girl's song followed me. It got closer, and closer, soon it was upon me.

Fear made my mind race in a fury, my eyes became unfoucused and I tripped over an unseen object lying on the floor. Quickly scrambling to my feet I pushed myself up, heart pounding, into another full speed run. It felt like I was on a treadmill... Cashing in all of my energy for nothing. Slowly, everything faded to black as I lost consiousness.

...

Light filtered in through my squinted eyes. Where am I...? Warmth enveloped me and my eyes adjusted. Everything in this room was pastel or brightly colored. What happened to the darkness? The cold? I froze in place, "A-am I... Dead?" The same giggle from last night reached my ears yet again. "No silly! You're very much alive." Finally I saw it. It crawled around on all fours and resembled a dog the closest. Long purple hair, purple eyes, purple coat.

"Who are you?" I spoke, recoiling into the corner of the... Matress? I was on a bed...? That haunting giggle again... "I'm Moonie! And who might you be?" She seemed to understand that I didn't want to answer, but the expectant look she gave me made me feel like this was not a choice."R-rose." She smiled happy with the response, "Well Rose, woukd you like something to eat?"

I nodded quickly as my stomach growled. Se giggled again and scampered off. A few minutes later she returned, a tray balanced on her back, "Here, eat up. You'll need the energy." I simply nodded again and took the tray. A small bite and I realized just how much I needed a good meal.

It wasn't much longer that I had scarfed down all of it. "That was amazing!" She smiled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now," she paused her grin looked a tad more sinister. "Why were you in the forest?" I looked down, "I- I can't remember..." Something crossed her face before vanishing completely. "Are you sure about that? You must have some clue." My mind fumbled over it, trying to remember when it hit me. "It was a dare."

Moonie look more and more terrifying every word she spoke. "Good girl! I knew you could do it!" Her voice was soft and sweet as she pet my head with one of her paws. "I have some other... Guests to attend to. Please, make yourself at home." With that she was off.

Who was she? What was she? My mind flooded with questions and I began pacing on the wood flooring. Then I noticed, everything had a strange shine. Every thing in here was plastic, the very floors I stepped on were too. Upon closer inspection, everything besides rhe bed, bedding, and door where made of a strong plastic.

I tried the handle on the door, no luck. It was locked like every other opening. I was trapped. A panic attack began washing over me and my breaths quickened. I had to get out of here, I might be killed if I don't... I heard low humming and soon a knock came at my door. I rushed back to my bed and cowarded under the covers. "Rosie? Are you alright?"

I peeked my head out nodding it quickly. From the sigh that followed, she clearly didn't believe the lie. "What's wrong hun?" She said walking over and pulling the covers from my head. "I- I need some fresh air..." She looked suspicious and I tired to appear innocent. "You aren't gonna run from me are you?"

It felt like time froze, she was on to me... "Noooo! Why on Earth would I?" She smiled, "Good girl. I suppose that's alright."

Needless to say, I ran as fast as possible.

[nermal1999]

🎃🦇🎃🦇🎃🦇🎃🦇🎃🦇🎃🦇🎃
spooky kalon #; 1976
username; nermal1999
name; Willow
gender; Male
prompt;
Edible potions!
(all but the spoon and straw)
🎃🦇🎃🦇🎃🦇🎃🦇🎃🦇🎃🦇🎃

Potion vials are made of a sweet sugar glass.
Liquid is a jelly/jam mix that's been infused with a fizzy soda.
Bat's and ghost are a creamy marshmallow.
And lastly some fresh Boba at the bottom.
_____________________________________________
(Haunting graveyard crumble - jelly/jam/soda flavors)
Blueberry / charcoal filling, with blackberry soda.
____________________________
(Pumpkin patch blast - jelly/jam/soda flavors)
Pumpkin / cinnamon apple filling, with orange soda.
____________________________
(Ghost berry swirl - jelly/jam/soda flavors)
acai / blackberry, With grape soda.

[Wolfumus]

spooky kalon #; 1977
username; Wolfumus
name; Timber
gender; Male
prompt;

A bout of arson during the night had taken the town by storm, shaking even the most hardened residents to their core. Overnight, an entire lodge had gone simultaneously ablaze without any notice, leaving only blackened and charred remains. It was strange though. Several residences in the nearby area were questioned by law enforcement, and not a single one could give any details, each insisting that they hadn’t seen, heard, or smelt a thing. To add to it as well, not a single kalon who had been staying at the lodge had been seen or heard from since. According to firefighters, no remains had been found either. 32 living beings, not a single one accounted for, and no concerns raised by relatives or friends. It was truly enough to send chills up your spine.

By dusk of the next day, nothing had changed, except the fact that the smoke had cleared out enough to send in a search team, Timber being a part of the effort. He had a great nose, and was trusted as leader of the group, and the only one at the moment to be allowed into the building. Despite the fire, the structure still stood, but the uncertainty made the task of going inside very daunting. Still though, this was his job. He had no choice.

A single paw stepped inside the doorway, and already an eerie difference in atmosphere overtook him. Goosebumps began to arrive under the fur on his back, now standing on end. The walls seemed to mute any noise from the outside, making everything feel deadly silent. Out of every open room poured pitch black darkness, like ink spilling from a well. Timber clicked on his headlight, which only covered a fraction of what he needed to see, much to his dismay. But, nevertheless, it was absolutely better than nothing.

The boards beneath his feet sort of “ashed” away with dull crunching noises. Although he could breath perfectly fine, the stench of smoke would last here for a while, and was almost overwhelming. It was warm though, as if the fire was still here, heating the space. It almost felt like it was coming from the room in front of him, trying to pull him closer. He decided to follow.

Everything was almost impossible to make out, aside from anything illuminated by the sliver of light from his lamp. Despite being blackened and burned, everything he glance over looked intact. That was strange. He pointed his nose upwards and inhaled, trying to gain a trace of anything. But nothing was here. Onwards.

A hallway greeted Timber, long and narrow, with 10 doors along each side. All of them were shut, except for one. He told himself he wouldn’t go in there unless he had no other options. So one by one, he fidgeted with every doorknob. Locked. Every one of them. Locked. It made no sense. These rooms were in the middle of the building, meaning there could be no windows or exits. Plus, these doors locked from the inside. Had everyone tried to escape the blaze, each door would be opened, or at least have that capacity. And yet all signs pointed to every resident having sat here like ducks. Something wasn’t right.

At door five, a gust of wind blew rapidly over the fur on his back, causing him to jump, and turn around. Nothing. He continued on. It must have been a draft. At door eight he felt the same sensation, only coming from the opposite direction. Coming from the dead end. He shuddered once more, and took a moment to collect himself. Door nine was across from door ten, which still sat agape. Timber did his best to clear it as much as possible. He reached for his final doorknob, but froze in his place as a cold paw grabbed his right shoulder.

He hadn’t heard footsteps, or anything to indicate another presence. But it was these, fingers shifting over his bones and muscle. He couldn’t stay like this forever, and so he closed his eyes, and counted.

One.
Two.
Three.

On the third count, he whipped his head around and shot his eyes open, only to see the black abyss of the open doorway. He supposed he had no choice. As he entered, he managed to trip over what felt like nothing, and that’s when his two worst fears came to fruition. His headlamp shattered over the floor, and the door behind him closed and locked. But then, in the silence of his panic, Timber couldn’t help but notice the sound of sobbing ahead of him, and he knew he needed to find the source.

Inching forward, he could hear the sound grow louder. It was a child, clearly in some sort of agony. He needed to help them, and so he continued with trembling limbs. He placed down his front right paw, and heard the loud creak of a floorboard. That’s when the crying stopped, and all was silent for a moment.

But when the child began to giggle, he felt his heart drop with the sound of rushing, heavy footsteps behind him, only stopping to hit him from behind, knocking him out cold.

Timber awoke in a hospital bed, surrounded by nurses. His head throbbed like crazy, and he couldn’t quite see straight. The nurse could see him coming to, and began to speak.

“Sir, do you remember anything? We found you alone in the woods this morning, and it’s already 8 at night. What happened?”

“I was at the lodge with my team, the one that burned down. We were looking for survivors, and something…”

The nurse cut him off, giving him not only a bewildered look, but also the two words he’d never be able to get out of his head.

“What lodge?” [970]