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[.bluejay.]

Why I was here? I couldn't tell you. My motivation? Couldn't tell you that either. Wether I was held my sanity? I couldn't answer. Though it's clear I can't answer many questions about myself, I could tell you this. I belong here. I don't know why. I don't know how. I just know I belong here.

Now where is 'here' you might ask. Finally a question I could provide and answer to. I'm in a room. Just simply a room. Black and white. A single light. A single mirror. That's all I need. A scene from a horror movie? Possibly to you, but not to me. I don't see eye to eye with the others. My soul communicates with the spirit's of the world. They welcome me like no other, but make no mistakes. The spirit's can be frightening.

* * *

I stood in the center of the room, twirling slowly to the imperceptible whisper of music. My torn, vintage dress hung off my frame, flowing in sync with my movements. My bare feet patting softly against the smooth, cold concrete of the floor.

Jayden

Jaaaayyyyydeeen

An eerie voice seemed to echo through my mind, calling for me. "Hello," I responded, wary of the chilling voice the spirit had used. The masked tune that had once drifted through the room stopped abruptly, forcing my to stand still in the very center of my home.

Hello Jayden

The spirit whispered, their voice carrying sweetly through the air. The sudden change in tone from chilling to welcoming was startling, but I brushed it off. "Why have you come to me?" I questioned curiously.

You need me

Persistent, the spirit's tone shifted once more, back to the frightening chill that it had possessed earlier. I nervously fingered the indigo ribbon that adorned my dress around the waist. My hands were cold and clammy. My gut was telling me something was wrong with situation.

I notice your pause. Let me rephrase. You need me!

The spirit's voice rose in volume until they were screaming, sending a heavy wind through my empty room. A scream of an unknown soul split through the palpable tension that sat heavily in the silence. Covering my ears, I collapsed to my knees. The blood-curdling shriek persisted, others adding to it. The lightbulb grew brighter than popped, shadows creeping in from all sides. The mirror behind me shattered, pieces of metal scattering on the ground. A shard sliced my arm and I reeled back in pain, trying to keep my ears covered. Above all the screams of pain and terror, I heard a singular voice.

Fear Our Power!

The voice bellowed in a commanding tone, the screams growing louder and more frantic. I brought my head to my head to my lap, clenching my eyes shut. "I will!" I screamed in submission. At once, the anguished screeches came to a halt, eerily echoing off the walls. Soon, my pounding heart and ragged breaths were the only audible sounds. I stood up, trying to slow my breathing. Smoothing down my long, blonde hair, I walked over to where my mirror once sat, picking up a single shard. I looked at my reflection whispering, "Don't worry, I will."

[mahou shoujo]

This is mine. It's all mine. This warped reality. Everyone thinks that I'm insane. Who knows, maybe I am.

My quiet reverie is a nightmare. I mean that in the most literal sense. Darkness engulfs me, pulling me deeper. Shadowy figures drift in and out of my ever fading sight line. Raspy whispers howl my name, the voices hollow and meaningless. This continues until a sharp blackness plunges into me, like tendrils of poison, shutting me down.

My eyes snap open, revealing a bright white light. It blinds me, but I don't dare close my eyes, for the dark will return. At times, I go to it for comfort, but others it is a burden. One I have been forced to carry.

As I pull myself to my feet, I notice the stabbing pains in the back of my skull. Normally, I just felt a full ache. Disregarding it, I brushed off my dress. It was once baby blue with a white lace neck and hemline. Now, it was streaked with gray and tears, just like my reality. Letting my hair drape over my shoulder, I looked at the loose white locks that drifted around my face. There was one black streak that fell in front of my icy blue eyes.

The voice that filled my head was not mine. It was full of emotion, but somehow detached and broken. It poked at me, sending comments. I let it flow through my head, overtaking all my thoughts. The noise bringing me peace. At once, it was brought to a halt. The silence crashed over me, making each breath more difficult. The sounds of my pounding heart and ragged breaths filled the room.

A single image flashed in my mind. It was me. There was a peaceful expression on my face, but my clothes were crimson. Scrawled on the walk beside me were the words: you will join us. Reality raged back to me, but it wasn't the same as before. The spirits that I saw in the darkness were here, swirling around in the light. My breath caught in my thought and I struggled to breathe.

The figures started to surround me, closing in until all that was left was a grey blur.

[watermelon.]

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[.bluejay.]

Prompt Idea
Songs, such a wonderful source of inspiration. It's up to you to chose a song then create a story off of it, correctly portraying each aspect of the song, no matter how abstract you make it.
(Just a thought...)

[心の血]

❦--Definite mark, this should be fun!

~ by Crystelle

[iWonder]

My entry is half done. And its pretty spooky so far.

Everybody's entries look super "Spoopy "

[allorica]

Can you write scary stories? How about a haunted house? Maybe a ghosty graveyard, or a zombie infested park. Anything will do, just be sure to give it a scare! REMEMBER- Don't write in the dark...

Everyone's heard of the new girl in our class. It's a pretty small school; there are only about 100 students in my class, and most of them are girls. I'm not trying to be biased, but girls are known to talk. A lot.

So, I walked into class that day, scanning the seats. I spotted her almost immediately. Her head was down, and I could't see much of her face, but I could tell it was her. The rest of the girls, and even some of the boys, sat in the back of the class gossiping about her openly.

I bit my lip, and headed over to sit next to her in an open seat. I didn't have many friends, and was eager to make one. I smiled softly, and she glanced up at me. She had short, pitch-black hair and the lightest shade of grey in her eyes. They were dull. Lifeless. As if she hadn't felt a single spark of emotion in her entire life. My smile faltered, but I quickly recovered.

"Um, hi! I'm Juliet, and I'd just like to say welcome to our school!" My peppy, slightly overbearing personality took over. She blinked, staring me straight in the eye. Her lips curved into a small, fake smile. It was so forced, as if someone had a gun to her head and demanded her to 'Say cheese!'

"Hello, Juliet. I am Ingrette. Thank you." Her voice was like silk, and barely under a whisper.
"No problem! So, where're you--" I began, but she cut me off.
"Would you like to come to my house and play?" She said, her face frozen like a photograph.

What kind of question was that, anyways? Play? Who played, anyways? Was she into video games, or something? I just met the chick, why was she asking me--
"Would you like to come to my house and play?" She repeated, cutting my thoughts.
"Oh, well, I mean, we just met and all..." Her smile disappeared at these words, her face firing into a look of pure anger. My mouth hung open. Was she lonely? Why was she so upset?
"So it's probably a good idea for me to take some extra time to get to know you!"
Nice save.

She wordlessly took a piece of paper from the notebook on her desk, and scribbled down an address. She tore it out and gave it to me. Her hand was trembling, and was cold as I brushed against it with my finger-tips. I slipped it into my school jacket, and looked back up at her. She had her head hung low, and her eyes were closed shut. Weird.

She didn't speak another word to me, or anyone, for that matter, for the rest of the day. Neither did I. She stayed in my thoughts until the last period bell rang. I left school, and began to walk to her house. It ended up being pretty close, anyways. The sun was beginning to set; the sun kept winking at me through the lowest leaves of the trees that were standing guard at the front door of her house. It was small, modest, and pretty average looking. So why was my heart beating so fast? And was that movement in one of the window's curtains? No... she couldn't be that creepy. It was probably her mom or dad looking through the window to see if I was there.

I stepped up the front steps, knocking on the door. It swung open violently on the first knock. I jumped back, and tried to hide my surprise with a smile. Ingrette stood at the door frame, wearing a white t-shirt and a flowing black skirt. Other than that, she looked just like she had in school.

"Juliet. Come inside." She said before I could even open my mouth.
"Oh. Um, okay!" She turned, walking up the stairs that were close by. I glanced around nosily, as everyone does when they visit someone. My eyes widened. There was absolutely no furniture. None even a picture on the wall. I stopped in my tracks, and Ingrette called from the tops of the staircase.

"Juliet." She said simply. I nodded, my smile slowly growing into a frown. I padded up the wooden staircase. The second floor was a simple hallway, with several bedrooms. We didn't pass by any; I could only glimpse at them before following Ingrette into the nearest one. I opened my mouth to ask if she lived alone; where were her parents; did she just move in? But I could only stand in shock as I walked inside. My hands reached up to my face, covering my mouth to stifle a scream as I saw what was inside. My eyes looked to Ingrette in question and horror, and back to the center of the room.

"What is this?" I asked in a whisper. My voice broke, but it was a demanding question.
"What is this?" My voice was raised slightly.
"What is--" I stepped back as Ingrette approached me, taking my hand in both of hers. She didn't hurt me, but her grasp was icy cold. She stared into my eyes with a blank expression.

"Play with me." I looked past her once again. In the middle of the otherwise empty room was two dolls, sitting in wooden chairs in front of each other. One of them had black, short hair and dull grey eyes. The other, after not-so-close observation, was me.

It was strapped to the chair with thick rope, and had a deep frown on it's face.

"Play with me."

[iWonder]

Creepy! Bravo.

[allorica]

Creepy! Bravo.

Thank you!

[ikaroony]

When I'm With You...
When Harper was seven, she stuck a fork in the toaster. Now,she was seven, so don't put all the heat on her. That'd just be rude. Anyway, she lost all memory of her fantasy land. Harper is now stuck in the confusing twists and turns of real life. She has 3 ear peircings, a tatoo, and pink hair. Her mother and father are not proud of her.
Today, Harper was getting a snack. She found a note on the cheese. it's her favorite snack. Ooh, I like it gooey. Melted over brocolli. Yuuuuuuuum. Oh, right. The story.

Honey, We've packed your bags. You're moving out today. We bought you a car. Take this cheese with you. Once we get home, at 5:00, if you're not out of the house,then you're DEAD. Love ya! ~Mom

Harper just stared at this. She finally said,"Wow," and got out the cheese. She decided to go over to Rick's house. she loves staying at Casa del Rick. Harper and Rick are both musicians. "Sup, Rick!" Rick stopped his piano solo. "Oh,hey Harper. Wanna bust those beats?" "You know I do!" Harper and Rick made a song. I don't quite remember it, but here it is.

When I'm With You...
I play the accordion!
When I'm With You...
I'm never ever bored!
When I'm With You...
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Play that Gutair Cord!
*Gutair Solo*
When I'm With...
You.

Later that day, Harper broke the news to Rick. "You're leaving?!" "I'm sorry, Rick. It's my parents!" "I don't wanna hear it! Take your shoes and get outta here!" "Fine."
Harper left, crying, to her colleage. She found a fireplace in which she attempted to burn the song. But I stopped her. I am her conciousness. You don't have to do this,Harper! I salvaged that peice of parchment, for you.