[casiopea]

based off ghost stories/costumes!

for this comp, tell me a really spooky ghost story that this kalon likes to tell! please keep it CS appropriate.
word limit for the story is 500 words!

I'm also allowing for three extras! can be art or writing, art limit is three pieces and writing limit is 300 words (for each extra).
extras are completely optional, though.


edits;; standard hair edits, standard tail shine edit, edited fur (tail area)

ends December 3 at 11:59 pm CST



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[evy]

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[danibo]

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[candystars.]

username: candystars. //☁// name: Poltergeist //☁// gender: male

xxxxxxxxAll art by me
if the art doesn't work- click them and it should take you to the piece!

When I was little, I would often hear whispers in the night. My room was down the hall from my parent's bedroom, right across from the bathroom, and directly next to the stairs leading downstairs. Whenever I heard these whispers I'd go visit my parent's room and tell them, but they'd always disregard it and tell me to go back to sleep. Eventually, I learned to just hide in the bathroom. One night, when the whispers were particularly loud, I was extremely thirsty. To my surprise, the water bottle next to my bed was empty and I was feeling braver than usual. I quietly exited my room and slowly crept down the stairs, afraid to wake my parents. As I got closer to the bottom I heard whispers. Thinking it was from my room I kept going down, only to notice that they were getting louder with each step. About halfway down I heard my father's voice say rather loud and clear; "go back upstairs, now." Followed by the loud shattering of glass. Startled, I dropped my water bottle and ran up the stairs, straight towards my parent's room. As I hopped into the bed I realized that the voice downstairsI heard was not my fathers, as he was asleep in bed right in front of me. He rolled over and noticed that I hopped into his bed, and mumbled "Those whispers again? I promise it's nothing. Go back to sleep." I figured that I should obey whatever he said and I reluctantly went back to my room. As I walked in I noticed that I hadn't heard a whisper, and I silently shut the door behind me. I approached my window to see if it's getting light outside at all, only to notice that my father's car was gone as I looked around. I felt a hand slap over my mouth and as I saw their face in the light of the streetlamp outside my windowI realized it was my mother. She was shaking badly and whispered to me "The man in my bed is not your father..." With fear in her eyes. We both went to sleep in my bed that night with my door locked and occasionally heard the door handle rustle. In the morning we cautiously went out, only to see my father standing at the bottom of the steps, looking around. "What happened here? Why are all these family picture frames smashed? There was an emergency at the hospital near the one I work at, what happened?" My mother and I never told him everything we knew of that night, and nothing was stolen. After that, I stopped hearing whispers. I guess I should be grateful that they stopped me from going downstairs to whatever was down there, so in a way they kept me safe. Sometimes I miss those voices, but most of the time I wonder who the man in my parent's bed was, and how he left without a trace.

[Lady_Novianti]

username: EclipseRose
name: Abberdine Alibaster
gender: Cis Female
story:
Abbe loves telling this story to those who are willing to hear her out. She is an avid horror writer, and this is her all time favorite. If you don't get the end, re read it.

We bought an old house, my boyfriend and I. He's in charge of the "new" construction – converting the kitchen in to the master bedroom for instance, while I'm on wallpaper removal duty. The previous owner papered EVERY wall and CEILING! Removing it is brutal, but oddly satisfying. The best feeling is getting a long peel, similar to your skin when you're peeling from a sunburn. I don't know about you but I kinda make a game of peeling, on the hunt for the longest piece before it rips.Under a corner section of paper in every room is a person’s name and a date. Curiosity got the best of me one night when I Googled one of the names and discovered the person was actually a missing person, the missing date matching the date under the wallpaper! The next day, I made a list of all the names and dates. Sure enough each name was for a missing person with dates to match. We notified the police who naturally sent out the crime scene team.I overhead one tech say "yup, it's human." Human? What's human?"Ma'am, where is the material you removed from the walls already? This isn't wallpaper you were removing."

[ps4 kid]

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[knifedoq]

username:
kaden.

name:
ivy

gender:
nonbinary

story:
it was dark, windy, humid. purplish clouds began to gather, not far above
you. dew was starting to gather on the short-cropped blades of grass. the tree branches around
your house tap frantically at the glass, trying to get in. there isnt much you can do besides go
to bed. you were pretty much dead, having worked outside all day on various tasks like raking
and some pre-winter gardening.

you make your way up to your room, and going through the regular nightly routine; showering,
brushing your teeth, changing into some pajamas; stuff like that.

its not long before you go to bed. you get to your room and put your phone down on your vanity,
before laying down in your cozy nest of pillows and blankets. it was around 11:30 pm. you cant
help but fall asleep in your warm surroundings, being so safe…

you eventually drift off, but youre restless in your slumber, tossing and turning, in a dreamless sleep.
and when you wake up in the middle of the night, just a few hours later, you dont feel any more
refreshed than you did before. you want to go back asleep but you get the nagging sensation of
something bright catching your eye, but you decide its your phone against the mirror on the vanity.

unable to fall back asleep, you open your eyes, seeing a figure, clad in all black besides a white
mask with cartoonish eyes drawn crudely. theres a deep, gravely breathing voice. you get up quickly,
pulling your covers around you in defense. the figure only stand, slowly drawing a small blade. it
approaches you, arm raised. your blood is thundering in your ears and you feel sick. you scream and hide.

you black out and feel colder, and colder, and colder than you’ve ever been before.

personality:
ivy is cold. they dont take well to others. theyre stubborn, stoic, independent.
they are quite the realist; sees the harsh truth and hard facts in reality, and they let themselves
live with that. they value the smaller details in life; the warm late-spring breezes, wildflowers,
and the morning dew. permanence isn't an option for ivy, so they choose to live freely, carrying
the wight of reality with them wherever they go. its tough to much while being so cold, having
little to no interaction for days on end. ivy wanders, trying to keep those around them happy,
positive, and unworried. they never stay in the same place for too long, and what they do in a
single place varies each time. ivy stays away from other kalons, and very much prefers staying in
solitude.

art:
all by me
x x x

preferences:
likes:
-mint (herb)
-soft pastel pink
-peaches
-late autumn
-super fluffy snow
-hydrangea tea
-iced coffee
-rainy and windy nights
-winter

dislikes:
-bugs
-children
-ignorance
-trash/litter
-summer
-humid days with no rain
-cold tea
-zucchini
-hot/sticky hands
-summer

[evil.]

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[Hawky<3]

username:
hawky<3
name:
makhi kani
gender:
male
story: (limit 500 words)


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[freybugg]

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