[Hemalily]

username;; -Yumi-
kalon name;; Hibiki Ajisai
kalon gender;; Female
ghost story;; A deep rattling breath escaped her damaged lungs. In and out. In and out. In the sterile hospital room, that's all there is to do. Breathe. Survive. Recover. It was hard to open her eyes these days. Gone were the summers of running and playing and dancing and eating. Her ghosts had caught up with her. She lay, intubated, cold and pale, on a rigid metal bed. Whispers of death and crying encroached on her fitful peace. Didn't they understand? She was trying to get better! She was still there! They couldn't let her go now!

Her parents had been in to visit her, tears leaking from their caring eyes. Oh how they had loved their little princess and now she was confined to a cell. They prayed for her, researched for her, did everything they possibly could to make her get better. And it had worked! She became stronger, hungrier, more alive. The diagnoses were great, she was going home. She could live a normal life, loving and growing as all others do. But then, something happened.

Her parents stopped coming. The nurses said that they were just busy, that they'd be back, but she didn't believe them. Her parents would never desert her at a time like this. Their only child, locked in a hospital, dependent on tubes and needles. How could they? The heartbroken daughter began to sink in hopelessness. She grew frail, refused to eat, and became silent and mute. The medication failed. She began dying. Moving became almost impossible. The doctor couldn't understand. She had been doing so well. Now she was reduced to a near vegetable, dependent on life support. Machines kept her alive, just barely floating above the realm of death.

The door creaked open and she was awoken by the familiar sounds. The patter of her mother's footsteps, the steady clomp of her father. They were back! She tried to smile, reach out, give any indication that she sensed them near, but her body was far too weak. She heard quiet sobbing, her mother's. Why would her mother be crying? Everything was going to be alright, or was it?

A hush fell over the room, the air thick with tension. She knew what was coming. They had given up. They were giving up on her. She had to say goodbye. She needed to see her parents one last time. she cracked her eyelid open, determined to go on her own terms. With a soft inhale, she saw her parents. The two people she loved the most of all. But something was wrong. Their strong, youthful bodies were grayed out and wispy around the edges. Their eyes, usually caring and soft, were filled with gleeful malice. Their faces stretched into clownish grins, leering at the young girl. She knew these were not her parents. Her small body was consumed with fear, shrinking into her bed. What had happened, where were her parents?

Unfortunately she had no time for answers. As she fell into unconsciousness, a scratchy voice emanating from the ghostly embodiment of her parents said "Goodnight sweetie. We'll see you on the other side." Her vision went dark as a low cackle escaped the dreadful wraith. Her chest lifted for the last time. The heart line went flat.

[furby.]

username;; Furbywiki
kalon name;; Mauve
kalon gender;; Trans Female
ghost story;; Flipping the sign on the door from open to closed, the dollmaker smiled. Today had been a good day, 6 of the dolls had been relocated to proper homes. However, her shelves were far from bare and she was determined to find the rest of them homes.

Turning to the dolls, she smiled at them, a silent goodnight to the still figures as she turned off the store lights and headed to the back exit. Opening the back door, she brought her foot down, only to pause as she heard a crunch and snap beneath her. Quickly moving her foot away, she knelt down to assess the situation before a sound of shock left her lips.

Where her foot had been, was a doll, more specifically its head, which was know indented in and broken. Her eyes widened as she slowly brought her hands down to the doll, picking it up. “I-I’m so sorry! Let me take you in, I’ll fix you right up!” She apologized to the doll, taking it inside and flipping on the lights to the backroom.

With the lights now on, she looked down at the doll taking in its details. It was on the smaller side, probably around 24 inches in length, with short black hair. It wore a long velvet dress, its color long faded, that had what looked like dried flowers attached to the bottom of it. The dried flowers looked as if they would break at the slightest touch. The doll's face, looked as if it was painted, however it was hard for the doll maker to tell with the hole in it, caused by her misplaced step.

Carefully setting the doll down on her workbench, before grabbing her tools.
Using a pair of tweezer like pliers, she carefully pulled out the pieces of the broken face and set them next to the doll. As she was taking them out, she grabbed something lodged in the doll with the pliers. Surprised she pulled on it, before suddenly it pulled back, out of the pliers grasp. Trying once more, she brought the pliers down in the same spot trying to grab it again, a piece of the doll’s face easily. Shrugging it off, she figured that the piece had just gotten stuck. Once they were all taken out, she got work on fixing the doll’s face.

About an hour had past and she was half done. It was getting late and she looked down at the doll before glancing at the clock as the hour hand crept closer to the 10. Setting down her tools, she looked down at the doll. “I’ll finish you up tomorrow,” and with that she left.

The entire walk home, the dollmaker could feel eyes burning into her back. Every so often she’d turn slightly, to look behind her, only to see nothing but the empty street. Paranoia crept into her mind as she sped up her pace, hoping to get home as soon as possible.

A few more streets and she was there, hurriedly putting the key in the front door and locking it behind her. She changed into pajamas and hurried to her room, locking the window before jumping into bed. She was asleep before she hit the mattress.

She could feel something on her. She was struggling to breathe and her body felt cold. Softly jerking, her eyes snapped open to a scene she never expected.

The broken doll she left at the shop was on her chest. It was much heavier than before, pushing in on her lungs. That window of her room was opened, the curtains blowing in the wind and filling the room with the cold morning air. The doll looked how it did at the store, a small gap on its face, however out of the gap, two long, black hands reached out. They appeared to be melting, dripping onto her and her sheets.

Opening her mouth, the scream was silenced as the hands reached into her mouth and down her throat, choking her. The last thing she remembered was the thing's body slithering into her mouth and a feeling of weightlessness.

The next morning, a doll with a broken face was clumsily thrown into the ground and a dollmaker stumbled to her shop with hammer.

[arabella !!]

"Devin, get in the car man. Susie and I are going to drop you off. Unless you want to walk?" Chris yelled, bumping the side of the car with his hand two times, as the blondie in the back giggled and blew out a bubble from her bubble gum. She sat in the passenger seat with her legs tucked up, holding them together with her hands. Devin slammed the door open as other guests left from the party, Devin was all dizzy and waddled around. "Y-You didn't get drunk at the party?" He asked, ending in a voice crack as Chris chuckled. "Nah man, who's gonna drive then? I had probably one drink, but that's it. I swear bro, nothing else." His hand turned into a fist as he thumped his chest with a grin. "Alright dude, where's the-" Devin coughed roughly, his clouded vision blocking most of the car until he caught the bright red colour on the Porsche. His hand reached on the handle in a shaky motion, until Susie rolled her eyes and hit the car door with her high heel, almost hitting Devin in the stomach. "Hey watch it you-" Devin retorted before Chris butted in, "come on guys. Can we get along before sunrise?" Chris joked, waiting for Devin to get in before starting the car, boosting it.

Clouds started to clear from the midnight sky, the full moon cast an eerie silver glow. Devin glared back at it, feeling a bit uneasy as he cuffed his hand on his mouth and started to roughly cough. "Easy big boy, I don't want to smell vomit until Chris drops me off. At least your leaving first, let's keep it clean." Susie stated, nibbling on a strand of blonde hair. "You want me to keep clean? Look how dirty your acting right now." Devin said with annoyance, pushing Susie to her limits. "What did you just say-" She started, "babe, he's just drunk. Don't listen to him-" "No, shut up! Chris, kick this rugrat out." She winced, causing Devin to laugh. "Rugrat? Huh.." Devin crossed his arms, "CHRIS!" Susie started to yell. "Okay, um- dude.." He slowed down the car, drifting it to the side of the pavement before hitting the brakes. "Yeah, I know. Peace then!" Devin said irately, looking back to see Susie smirking before opening the door and shutting it hardly. He put his hoodie on, and swept his hands in the pockets. "No hard feelings, right man?" Chris asked, and Devin just faked a smile and waved at him before the car started again and turned around.

Devin kicked a small rock towards the road, sighing as he look at the sky. He already realized once his hands were in his pocket that he left his phone in the Porsche, which made his night even better. He was less drunk, but was still wobbly. The wind tightened his sweater around him, and it was starting to get more chilly. An autumn leaf hit his face, grunting as he wiped it away. Suddenly his drunkness kicked him hard when his eyes caught a girl dancing around flowers in someone's yard, wearing a fragile, purple dress that seemed to have dirt stains. His head tried to adjust in the darkness, he was getting a little closer and finally the girl surprisingly started to notice that there was a visitor behind her. He was probably still three houses away, which scared him the most when the girl froze. She started to hum a song, it was a creepy tune until she stood up. Devin continued to walk towards her, even though she wasn't facing him, "why are you here? I'm not pretty.. You should go away, get lost!" She screamed the last part, and Devin started feeling confused. He got close to her, and she turned around with eyeliner dripping off her cheeks. Her blonde curls bouncing off her shoulders, and Devin started to feel different.

He snapped out of it, "you aren't making much sense here. You're on someone else's property, and you might be too sad to realize that it's not okay-" The girl glanced sideways to the door of the house, smiling. Devin didn't understand what was going on until an old man opened the door with a newspaper in his hand, whipping it at him. "Hey, get off my lawn young man!" He yelled, Devin started to feel frightened when the girl starting to laugh cuffing her mouth. "Do you not see-", he exclaimed before the man went back in and brought a chair, he lift it up. "Oh my god, alright, alright... She must be your daughter then?" Devin ran away after he asked as the girl continued to dance in the flowers, continuously. She kept chanting that she was ugly and that she was meant to have a broken heart, while the old man put the chair down and scratched his head. "Daughter?" The old man wondered before shutting the door close.

Devin woke up early at the sound of a doorbell, he yawned and changed from his Twenty One Pilots pajamas to a normal shirt and sweats. He walked downstairs, still tired from last night but when he opened the door nobody was there. Confused, he looked down and saw a large purple hydrangea flower. He grabbed it gently and smelt how aesthetic it was, he thought to place it in his mom's garden and that's what he did.

That night he ate dinner with his family, his dad took a break off work to visit his ill mom. "Is she okay-" Devin questioned before dropping his fork that had a strand of spaghetti on it, he bent and picked it up before he heard quiet laughter that got louder and louder every second. He looked to his right at the window, and saw the girl in the same purple dress dancing in his mother's garden.

[Blackbirds]

I think it's past the said time! Good luck everyone!

[finch.]

oh my god i have so much regret

i saw this and wanted to try out for it
but now that i gathered up my courage i discover....

its already ended

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

Sorry I forgot to officially close this!

I'll try and have all winners of my open comps posted by tomorrow!

[PopcornBush]

Good luck everyone,


sorry to be a pest but I think the 3 en tries on this page are all made on the 25th? Sorry

[arabella !!]

Good luck everyone,


sorry to be a pest but I think the 3 en tries on this page are all made on the 25th? Sorry

high noon Gave us an extension. ^^

[PopcornBush]

Good luck everyone,


sorry to be a pest but I think the 3 en tries on this page are all made on the 25th? Sorry

high noon Gave us an extension. ^^

Ahh okay, I didn't see it whoops.

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

I'm super glad I didn't judge this comp at night! I remember a lot of these stories from when I was a kid! I still get chills!
No RUs this time, sorry!

Honorable mentions go to:

Max, burninflames, nevermiind, -Yumi-, furbywiki

And the winner is slit!

It was short, but it really creeped me out! I have a reoccurring fear of looking out the windows at night and seeing something similar, so your story seriously got to me! Congrats!