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[annie15970]

Username /Annie15970/
Guardian fox name /Kuro/
Guardian fox gender /Female/
Creepy short story /Out far away in the world unknown, is a village hidden in a forest so dark, and so deep you suddenly wonder if you hear voices and see eyes constantly watching. The village was very isolated seeming to hide secrets in the eyes of every nick and cranny. A poor woman was walking through the woods trying to find food for her dying child, some say she was crazy, but what choice did she have. She came upon the village after many hours of walking finding it bustling with villagers out at the markets, something was strange though, it seemed as if though there was movement, there was no sound. She walked around and begged for some food for her child throughout the day until it was dark. She decided to sleep in the square until morning, and it would be easier to navigate the way home. As she nearly fell asleep she bolted up right, she heard sticks being tapped together, she followed the steps to the edge of the village where a huge tree was. In front of it was a boy kneeling on the ground, sticks in his hands and hair covering his face. She asked him what he was doing out so late, and why he wasn't asleep at home. The boy didn't answer, he simply kept tapping the sticks. The woman asked again and he continued tapping, finally the third time she asked, he looked up. She was horrified and so scared. The boy had no face. She turned and ran and ran kept hearing a voice calling why are you running. Finally she could run no more and came upon the boy facing her. The boy said with no lips, "Playing was fun, but time to get my prize." A scream was heard for miles. To this day rumors go around talking of that village. They say if you go there you never come back, as soon as you hear a voice passing by the forest saying "Playtime" with the sounds of sticks tapping in the distance./

[Sorry its so long, its just that as soon as I was typing I couldn't stop, my fingers wouldn't obey me till it was finished so hope you like it.]

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[Wulfjaw]

username //

----daring girlfriend.
name //

----Yuuto (悠斗). The Japanese symbol, 悠, (yuu) means "distant, leisurely", and 斗(to) refers to Ursa Major, the constellation. [source]
gender //

----Male.
story //

----Everyone gathered around the campfire. Excitement plastered itself all over their faces, ghostly lit by the campfire's light. Yuuto ate it all up, and grinned madly. Before he began, he put on the best poker face he had as he started his story.
----"It's been four years since Mom and Dad died in the war. It's been four years since we honoured their deaths with dozens of candles. It's been four years since Little Moe spoke her last word and went mute, but now, Little Moe has called me up. This is weird, considering she never calls me, or anyone. She won't talk anymore, so what would be the use?
----"I listen to the phone, and I just hear her breathing into the mic. I ask her what's going on, and if she's okay, but she doesn't reply, she just wheezes loudly. She hangs up. That rattled my bones down to the core, so I decided to watch some silly cartoons with children as the target audience.
----"After a bit of watching Yo Gabba Gabba, I hear someone knock on the door. It's probably someone wanting to sell me something, even though I've put up a sign that says 'NO SOLICITING'. I get up, preparing to tell the salesperson off, and open the door. But it's just... Little Moe. She stares up at me, and I awkwardly return her stoic gaze.
----" 'Oh, hey, Moe! I got your phone call earlier... Uh, do you want to come in?' I say, offering a smile. Little Moe silently slips past me into my house, and she turns the television off. Then, she just kind of looks at me expectantly, like I'm supposed to give her something. Did I make a promise to her recently? I can't recall doing anything like that.
----"Then, the lights turn off. I figured that it's probably just a power outage. In fact, I bet that all of the houses in the neighbourhood went out. As my mind scrambles to make up excuses so as to fight off paranoia, I feel a strong pressure all around me, like I've just been pushed inside a box. I attempt to scream, but my airways are only scraped by it; I can't hear a thing. I close my eyes, like it would make a difference in the pure pitch black, but it doesn't.
----"And before I give up on trying to preserve my breath, Little Moe's face is illuminated momentarily with a tiny candle. But the most chilling, terrifying thing about all this is what she does next. She speaks for the first time since our parents' passing.
----" 'Where are Mom and Dad?!' she shrieks at me, and when I don't reply because I can't breathe, she screeches it again. 'Where are Mom and Dad?! Where are Mom and Dad?! WHERE ARE MOM AND DAD?!' Everytime she screams it, it sounds more and more accusing. The phrase drills itself into my mind, my very being, until I remember. The image of Little Moe fades out as I feel my lungs give out.
----"I'd always been afraid of Little Four Fingered Moe."
----The group gathered around the camp fire grew eerily silent, somber and stunned. One of them, a boy named Jason, wept.

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