by gasp » Mon Jul 30, 2018 6:05 am
username: granger
kalon name: odessa
gender: female
spooky story: the crone's readings were interrupted as the opening flap of her tent flew open, a young kamper bursting in with panic and fear evident in his actions. he quickly zipped the flap shut and sat down in the corner of the tent, wrapping his arms around his legs and burying his face into his knees. the crone quickly put her rune stones away-- the ones she had just been consulting moments before-- and stared down the boy impatiently, not saying a word or moving a hair until he slowly lifted his head and looked directly at her. then, he began to plea.
"i'm sorry. please help." the boy whispered. "i need help, please." he begged, continuing to repeat himself. the crone began to grow more and more impatient with each pathetic plea, finally interrupting him and causing him to spring back at the harshness of her voice.
"what have you done now?" she hissed angrily. the crone's old age caused her voice to crack unattractively. she appeared sickly and thin with drooping ears, her blindness evident by the lack of pupils in her eyes. still, it was clear that she was once beautiful when she had been young. in spite of her reputation of being an "ugly old hag," the colours and markings of her fur stood out and allowed her to maintain the semblance of beauty that she once had; unfortunately, time had not been kind to her as her extremely old age made her difficult to look at. it's no wonder she spent so much time hiding in the tent.
"i know you told me not to go into the woods alone, but i had no choice." he whined. "I heard them, the creatures you told me about. I swear to you I heard them. I swear I--" he spoke quickly, making it difficult for the crone to keep up.
"stupid boy. calm down or I won't help." she replied with a heavy, indistinguishable accent.
the young kamper took a few shaky breaths before composing himself and continuing, forcing himself to slow down his speech. "what are they." he whispered. "tell me about them, please."
the crone was silent for a few moments. with each passing moment, the kamper grew more and more worried that she would kick him out. finally, she spoke.
"they live in the caves. they can not hurt you." almost immediately, she was interrupted by the sound of ear-splitting howling in the distance. the sounds weren't of anything any sort of canine or feline could have made. these were entirely different creatures, their sounds like nothing any average kalon has ever heard before. the boy covered his ears and began to cry.
the crone waited for him to compose himself before she continued.
"...they can not hurt you." she resumed. "but at night, they hunt in packs above ground. so you must stay here until morning."
another howl. rain began to patter against the roof of the tent, and the kamper shivered-- partly from the cold but mostly from fear. "I want to go back to kamp." he cried. although the crone could not see, she shut her eyes and continued in spite of boy's request.
"there is a lantern behind me. go get it and turn it on." she told him. she listened to the boy scramble to the back end of the tent and turn the lantern on. she kept it there in case anybody came to her for assistance at night. truthfully, she hasn't had a visitor for years until this boy began to show up, claiming he was a kamper from a local summer kamp that she hadn't heard of. she decided she'd tell a story just scary enough to scare the boy away for good so that he wouldn't try roaming so deep into these woods ever again. as the light from the lantern illuminated the crone's face, the kamper got to take a good look at her, wincing from the teeth that were missing and the scratches that covered her muzzle.
"since they are extremely ugly and easy to spot, they often take on another form, often to trick passerbys before killing them." the crone continued. "this is how they are rumored to hunt. so you must trust no one."
at this point, the kamper's voice became extremely high-pitched. "what if they find us?"
just as the crone opened her mouth to answer, another ear-splitting howl interrupted her, this time eerily close to the tent. It was at this moment the crone's expression twisted into something else. finally, the kamper said one last thing before he abruptly stopped his whimpering.
"my family gets angry when you talk about them that way."
Last edited by
gasp on Wed Aug 22, 2018 3:07 pm, edited 2 times in total.