[riddlestyx]

[ shoutout to dog for helping me come up with markings thanks homie ]

as you're wandering around the kamp-grounds one evening, you spot this kalon seated at a bench before a crackling campfire. they gesture for you to come closer, and with a slight grin they ask, "in the mood for a ghost story?"

for this competition, i want to hear whatever ghost story/spooky story/creepy story this kalon has in store for your kamper.
there's no maximum word limit for this, and you're allowed one extra as a single art piece (no comics/animations)

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username:
kalon name:
gender:
spooky story: (no word limit)
extra art piece: (optional)

edits
[s] custom shine
[c] hair edit, longer fur, custom tail
[uc] custom tail, custom pupils

end date is august 20th, 23:59 EST !
sorry i know red already did a prompt for spooky stories but i need more SPOOKINESS

[cocogerber13]

username:
kalon name:
gender:
spooky story: (no word limit)
extra art piece: (optional)

Oooh mark

[Ines.]

username: Inés
kalon name: Noir
gender: Female
spooky story:
Res with taleipo
extra art piece: (optional)

[cyborgishly]

Res

[zakuro.]

DANG riddle!!!!

mark

[redhorizon]

username: beau-tiful
kalon name: Morwen
gender: Female
spooky story:
Once, many many years ago, there was a kit named Haela. She was very young, only twelve, and very curious. She craved adventure, something exciting, something different from the same old thing every single day. Life was pretty boring for little Haela. That is, until she stumbled upon something that would forever change her life.

The day was young, the sun low in the sky but slowly rising, as Haela made her way to the school bus.
extra art piece: (optional)

Res res res strange things start occurring, finds an object somewhere, longs to touch it but never can reach it, finally touches it and becomes possessed, haunts the forest now

[WastelandWolfer]

username: WastelandWolfer
kalon name: River
gender: Male
spooky story: (no word limit) Once there was a wendigo sighting in the black forest, during the witching hour. The same day, five pups went missing. They were found dead in the depths of the forest, Everyone who found them? Dead. In the same place. The day after that. The bodies dissapeared, all but a skull of a new person, identified to be a person who went missing in this same forest not too long ago. Ivy Green.
extra art piece: (optional)

[Lorne_Purnima]

Username; Lorne_Purnima
Kalon name; Salem Faye
Gender; Male
Spooky story: A kit once was curling up in bed, it had been a long day and they looked forward to a good nights rest. The little one was just beginning to doze off to sleep when they heard a voice, they opened their eyes rubbing them a little before sitting up. Again they heard the voice but this time recognized it as their mother calling for them from downstairs "Huh? Why is she calling for me at this time of night?" the kit thought. They got up and slowly trotted out of their room regardless because if their mother was calling for them after their bedtime it must be important. They stepped out into the dark hallway and walked to the stairs, the family lived in a decently sized two-story house and all of the bedrooms were upstairs. They stared down the stairs into darkness, again, they heard their mother call their name, it sounded like it was coming from the living room. Something felt wrong but the kit slowly stepped onto the first step barely illuminated from the night light in their room by the open door. Just as they did they did they heard some shuffling next to them, they turn their head to look and their eyes landed on a small hall closet a few feet away. The door was opened just slightly but not enough to see into it in the dark, again the heard some shuffling, the kit took another step down the stairs nervously. They once again heard their mother call from downstairs "sweetie, come here please!" her voice chimed, she sounded to be in a good mood despite the late hour. The kit moved to continue downstairs when they suddenly heard a hushed whisper come from the direction of the closet "Don't go down there, I've been hearing it too." the whisper said, the kit froze as they listened to the whisper realizing it sounded a lot like their mother.

[bakuraas.]

username: Golden-Boy
kalon name:Aeshma
gender: Male
spooky story:

I have once heard of people who yearn to fall in love with gods or goddesses, claiming that such a life could only improve their state of being, and how being in the affections of a god could feel like heaven in stability and trust. I have once seen such a thing happen, where a mortal fell in love with a god, and a god fell in love with the mortal. However, when the real world shined a light on their romance, everything went wrong, and I lost one of my former best friends because of it. This is both a story of fear, and a warning. If you ever feel like something that is so far beyond your comprehension loves you, don't let yourself love them back, unless you wish to be nothing more than a memory in someone's mind.

All of this started back when I first graduated from Highschool. Me and my best friend, who I'll call Hannah for the sake of respect, were brought to a summer camp, kind of like this one actually, for a bit of fresh air away from our books. I only brought one book over from my house, and she did the same. With our smuggled books combined, the summer camp wasn't as bad as we thought. We liked the idea that some growling outside could be a cryptid, or that a large bird flying in the sky during the late hours could actually be mothman, yeah, we were those types of people. The cabins were old, and creaked a whole lot when someone moved. for the most part it was fine...until someone tossed around during the early hours of the night and woke everyone up. That was a bit unhealthy, but it wasn't the worst thing ever.

One day during camp, Me, Hannah, and the rest of the campers were brought to a swamp. The counselor had said something about cleaning the place up for environmentalist reasons. Of course, nobody wanted to clean up trash from a swamp. Who knows what could be in those discarded plastic cups? Me and Hannah thought the adventure would be worth it, though. We both knew that there had to be something lurking around in the swamp,

[ big wip ]

[solasta]

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