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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2016 4:10 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Good luck to everybody sorry i can't do it because i'm a bad speller take care have fun i'll see you about the rooms Smile



There are tons of free online spell checkers.
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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2016 6:57 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

this is my participation Very Happy




today , we'll talk about Sonny ,his dreams , with one thing to say : be careful what you really want
it will make a trip in the heart of the 13th dimension.




-Every night after work, I like to go to the cyber cafe down the street, then I returned to my world : imvu , my world ... My escape road

-if only I could turn the screen ...
wanting take her coffee , she reverses it on the keyboard accidentally , creating many sparks on the keyboard
she is scared


she closes her eyes, and when she opens them again, she is in a strange place


then another , all gray this time she does not understand what is happening, change his clothes alone, her hair change color ...


then she finds herself again in a new place , but this time there it seems to know , she can not believe her eyes



-oh my God!that's ... that 's my room , I .. I'm in imvu , I'm in!


she thinks when his dream becomes reality , be in imvu be his avatar...
but it is far from suspecting what awaits...

-I am thirsty! I'll go drink water


she enters the house , joy prevails, it feels weird all , be it in his room , the same room she decorated



she looks around , then heads to the tap
she turns the tap , but the water does not flow

-oh no what 's going on ?


she remembers that there was a bottle of water in the room she takes it , opens it, try to drink but the liquid does not flow as if the water was not real
She tried to think ,
-I can not drink the water Why?



she looks around the room, and see at the basket of cakes and tries to eat one, but not chew it, it breaks like as pixels that fall
-how i do, if I can not eat or drink ?
I forgot that this world is not real , nothing here is real ...

she would cry but tears do not flow even
it did not in its inventory
she feels lost and does not know how to get home



Suddenly , she finds herself in the dark
-OH My God, what 's going on yet? help me!



an employee of the internet cafe just turn off the computer and puts a paper : OUT OF SERVICE



his dream of being in imvu has been realized , but at what price? ... it will probably be lost in place is called : the 13th dimension

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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2016 8:21 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

[quote="EpicDiamonds"][quote="Buzzinbaz"]Good luck to everybody sorry i can't do it because i'm a bad speller take care have fun i'll see you about the rooms Smile[/quote]


There are tons of free online spell checkers.[/quote]

You can also use MS WORD's spell check function. It will be much easier for you, just type ur story there, use spell check & post it in the forum. Keep wifi services on for better help
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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2016 7:49 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

SECRETS

- Baby is there something wrong?

That’s how our story begins… and oh yes, there is. I could have a perfect life if it wasn’t for the fate that prevails in my blood.

- I… I’m not feeling very well - I answer her showing some austerity.
- What are you feeling?
- I think you should go.
- Why? I’m not leaving you like this.
- Please… leave.
- Stop it!
- Something really bad will happen.
- If you wanted to scare me, you just did. Now tell me what is going on.
- Listen, I wouldn’t make your suffer, I love you so much, but its too late.
- Make me suffer? What the hell are you talking about?

What she’s about to see is my darker side, the abominable version of my own soul.



The woods is filled with the noise of my agony and rage, but all I can hear is her ceaseless screams suffocating my mind.

- Run away!

I yell desperately feeling the beast expanding though my body. She has no idea how ashamed and melancholic I am at this moment. Despite my intimidating order she remains there, frozen and frightened, trying to understand the unexplainable scene she’s looking at.



All I can think now is how much I love her and how much I care about her. However she won’t accept me the way I am and, unfortunately, I’m not willing to loose her. Oh no, she’s mine and she will always be.



My mind is wild, covered with madness and fury. I don’t want to watch what is about to happen. I wouldn’t if I was you.



I see a blank flash just as you do. Everything is cloudy, obscure. My instincts try to warn me that something is wrong but instead of fighting, I grant myself to a greater force that attracts and absorbs my vitality. Maybe the devotion I feel for her is poisoning my nature. All I want is to sleep forever and forget who I was and who I became.



What is going on? You tell me please! How she managed to tame the animal I am? I don’t feel anything; I’m harmless, empty. Her touches make me shudder and relax, as if I was merging with the wind and the shadows.



Do you believe in a love like that? Capable of breaking the fear barrier and immortalize the union between two hearts?

Well, I do.





The End.
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PostPosted: Fri May 13, 2016 9:23 am    Post subject: Creative Beginnings Short Story Contest Reply with quote

THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE

"There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone." (Rod Sterling)

The following is my story:
I grabbed my suitcase and boarded the Airport Shuttle. It had arrived 5 minutes early, to take me from my home to the Melbourne Florida Airport. At the airport, I scurried over to the Sunshine Airline Clerk to check in. I was excited to go to Bermuda, the charming island in the Atlantic Ocean.

At the ticket counter, the Clerk said that my reservation number was
booked to a "Nancy Clay," and asked if I was her. A little surprised, I responded that I had made the reservation in my name, " And Douglass." She looked at my ID, logged the correction, and gave me my ticket.

Rushing, to board the plane, I did not think too much about the mistake. However, after taking my seat, I pondered the mistake and wondered how that had happened. I had a childhood friend with the name of Nancy Clay. That seemed oddly strange that her name was the same on the ticket. I tossed the thought with, "What a coincidence." Nancy moved away some years ago, and we lost touch with each other. Around town,however, there was gossip that Nancy was missing, and no one knew where she was.

Thumbing through the "In Flight Magazine," I found an article about the Bermuda Triangle. According to legend, a number of aircraft and sea vessels have disappeared under supposedly unexplained and mysterious circumstances. This triangle is located in the Atlantic Ocean, with Bermuda, being the northernmost point of the triangle. Bermuda is in the hurricane belt and is prone to severe weather, the article explained. The triangle is bounded by Puerto Rico, to the south, and Melbourne, Florida, my home to the west.

Not only folklore, many ships, and airplanes after taking off had been
documented as missing within this area. They have simply disappeared. The Bermuda Triangle is one of the most heavily traveled shipping lanes in the world. Ships crossing for ports in the Americas, Europe, and the Caribbean Islands, travel this area. Many cruise ships travel these waters. Many commercial and private aircraft travel through the Triangle; heading towards Florida, the Caribbean, and South America from the north.

I was Seated in First Class, so when we landed, I was the first to get off the plane. I saw several people dressed in white. Each extended his hand to welcome me, and one even hugged me. It reminded me of when I visited Hawaii and was greeted by a Native placing a flower necklace, around my neck.

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I glanced back, and strangely, saw no passengers or the plane behind me. It was as though they had all disappeared. Looking down, suddenly, I saw that my garment was changed, and it became white matching the clothes of those who greeted me. Being puzzled and then looking forward again, in the distance, I saw someone running to me. As she approached, I thought, she looks like my childhood friend, Nancy.

Closer now, I could see it was, indeed, Nancy. She hugged me tightly. After expressing my joy in seeing her, she told me how much she had missed me. She said, "I asked Mother Moloch, the wife to Moloch, the Fire God, if she could bring me a friend? So she brought you to me." I asked her how long she had been living in Bermuda? She said, "This is not Bermuda. This is where all the missing planes and ships of the Bermuda Triangle end up."

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She then explained, saying, "We are a community of people from all over the world. We are not in heaven or hell. This is the zone of the Bermuda Triangle. She said, " We call it The Triangle, for short. We speak Trianglese." I asked her how long she had been living here. She did not answer, as we got distracted by another question she asked me. Then she said, "The door swings one way into the Triangle. We are trapped. We cannot get out."

I began to feel somewhat anxious about the revelation. She said that my plane did not make it to Bermuda. She then continued to explain, "The triangle intercepts planes and watercraft." She said , " People come in, but no one leaves": She said, that there is only one way into the Triangle. No way out. Nobody has made it out.

With this information now exploding in my head, I realized why the airline clerk had no record of my return flight. She said her system was down, so to follow up when I arrived at my destination. "Take that up with the airline after you arrive," she said.

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So for those who are looking for me, I am writing to tell of my where-a-bouts. Please do not worry, and tell others who have lost loved ones to the Bermuda Triangle, that we miss them. Tell them we love them. Tell them that the stories about the Triangle are true. This place seems very strange to me, howerver, I am told that I will get used to it. Tell them the stories are real. We are hopelessly lost in the Triangle; not able to find a way out. I, now too, am a resident of the Bermuda Triangle.


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PostPosted: Fri May 13, 2016 11:03 am    Post subject: THE EMEM DOOR Reply with quote

This is actually a portion of a larger work I'm writing which is set in Ancient Egypt.
I just thought it would fit with what IMVU's got going on this month.

Some notes before we begin:
1 -- Aswan, Egypt was called Swenett in Ancient Egypt. Supposedly, it is named after the Egyptian goddess of the same name whom was associated strongly with childbirth and said to be derived from the hieroglyph for trade or market. Swenett is also the first city encountered when approached from the south (such as from Nubia) and so they say 'Egypt opens/begins with Swenett.'

2 -- The Ibis was one of Thoth's animals. The ancient Egyptians credited Thoth with the invention of writing (ie. Hieroglyphs) and associated him with intelligence, wisdom, magic, and (originally) the moon.

3 -- A syconium [plural: syconia] is the type of inflorescence [a group or cluster of flowers arranged on a stem that is composed of a main branch or a complicated arrangement of branches] borne by figs (genus Ficus), formed by an enlarged, fleshy, hollow receptacle with multiple ovaries on the inside surface. These receptacles were cleaned, oiled, and hardened by Ancient Egyptians so that they could be used as bowls.

4 -- Lithium Chloride (LiCl), which looks like a white, crystalline solid, burns as a carmine flame.



Now that that's out of the way... Please enjoy your journey through...

THE EMEM DOOR

When I rode into Swenett, I went straight to Emem's shop.

The shop was very much like Emem herself: worn, withered, wise; set apart from the bustle of the market place and the green surrounding the Nile; it sat silently in the hollows of a sand-cliff. A leather mat lay in wait before the door, a gaping hole resembling a toothless maw, and looked ready to skitter across the entire Sahara for a bite of you should you actually step on it. Leaves and branches were scattered about the ground in patterns indecipherable to the untrained eye; they lay in front of the maw and mat, acting as walls and traps for evil and unwanted spirits. Symbols were drawn in the dirt—probably with a stick or finger—and on the cliff-face in white or red or brown: they were messages to good spirits and ancestors for safe passage; and to me, as I was told how to read them.

Arching over all of this was the indigo image of an ibis.

It took some coaxing, but I after I got off the horse I rode and lay my new-found friend, Cas, along its back, I managed to get the animal to enter the maw. The pathway was lit by red flames: small syconia covered in crystalline white and lit on little stands. Appearing an odd mix of dirty and swept, the walkway winded deep into the cliff: an esophagus to match the ibis-eyed face. As the horse and I neared the stomach of the lair, the sound of discordant singing began to echo into our ears. Incense watered our eyes and stained our noses, hair, and skin. Rice shaking joined the singing as it turned into shrill trilling and then ululating, scaring the horse and raising the hairs along my skin. The black animal neighed loudly, the high-pitch matching the ululating almost perfectly; and, if I were not accustom to reading horses, I might have thought it were singing along with Emem.

Thankfully, I knew a frightened horse when I heard it.

I had to pull on the poor beast's reins and tug its whole head down to ensure it would not raise up and dislodge its cargo. Cas appeared just as terrified of Emem's sounds as the horse, interestingly, and—had I not been so concerned and annoyed—I probably would have been very amused by their expressions. Instead, I held the animal's head down and held it close to me as I whispered words of comfort to both it and the boy upon its back.

This worked until they saw Emem, herself: the acid of the stomach.

Emem was old. Her skin was warm and dry and stretched across her sinewy body like polished leather. Her hair, which was ridiculously long, dragged along the cave's floor in a dry wave (I am certain this is why the ground always appeared swept); it was mostly white—the only exceptions being the few stains littering her locks due to potions, spells, drawing, or cooking—and draped across her knobby shoulders, down her back, and over her elbows. Her off-white, beady eyes lay beneath fine brows and over a pair of long, broad nostrils; her face itself was square-jawed and slightly long to fit her nose; it all hovered above a long, turkey neck and horizontal collarbones. Her jaw was mimicked by the neckline formed by her dress' thick, corded straps and checkered-patterned hem. The straps of her dress were dark brown, leather, and looped through holes woven into what was originally a straight-across top. The dress itself was dark-yellow and made of mudcloth in a very simple a-line style; it flowed from hugging her thin chest all the way to her bare toes and, thus, silently explained why she added the straps: she was only going to get older.

And madder.

The stomach-dweller took no mind to us when we condemned ourselves to digestion. Rather, she shook her rice more vigorously, pitched her voice even higher, and stomped her hennaed feet on the slightly uneven floor. Her hair span behind her, a fan of death in more ways than one, and seemed to come alive via her movements. Long bangs breathed in front of her face, locks became wings desperate for flight over her back, and strands from her white mane turned into torn webs still stretching for flies. Her body rolled as air billowed out of her, starting with a tilt at the hips and then a twisting backward arch which ended with a pivoting kick and punch of rice shaker into previous ululations. Her voice then righted her body as it silkened; her raw throat vibrated with melodic chant-songs that resonated in the red-lit organ and caused the scented smoke to spiral and spasm around her. They danced together, all, and created a cacophony of sight and sound meant not for this world.

Thus, the acid boiled.

The mad doctor slammed her rice rattles onto drums on the wall—beautifully shaped, hollowed, carved, and oiled sections of logs hatted by loved animal-skin and suspended by cleverly weaved grass-rope in a wooden display frame—creating a heart within the stomach. The heart pulsed, the air pulsed, the world pulsed. Emem leaned back, bending at the waist, and pulled her chest taut with her arms, her rice almost touching the ground. A rumble came from her then—the sound of a small earthquake—and it grew in reverberation until it felt as though the stars themselves were singing with her. It was deep, dark, different from the high trills and rising ululations. It was demonic, driven, dense. It was Emem. It was power.

Her voice circled out of her, out of the organ, out of the maw, out of this world.

And then she relaxed: her eyes closing, voice ceasing, body collapsing. She formed a heap in the cave's core—back against the floor, arms splayed, legs bent, feet under her rump—and sighed strong and slow. She remained there for several seconds and we did not disturb her; we watched: the smoke that had just moments ago danced with her now collapsed with her too; the hazy mock-dust that just embraced her power now powders her with its own; the rice she had sung with now wait silently in their wooden bowls to chant with her again; the red light that had been roaring with her now rest in in the belly's hollows; even the drums, used so little this time around, seemed to resonate out its own remedies to her.

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PostPosted: Fri May 13, 2016 11:03 am    Post subject: THE EMEM DOOR Reply with quote

Er... I don't know why this appeared twice. If a mod could delete this one and leave the other posted, please?

This is actually a portion of a larger work I'm writing which is set in Ancient Egypt.
I just thought it would fit with what IMVU's got going on this month.

Some notes before we begin:
1 -- Aswan, Egypt was called Swenett in Ancient Egypt. Supposedly, it is named after the Egyptian goddess of the same name whom was associated strongly with childbirth and said to be derived from the hieroglyph for trade or market. Swenett is also the first city encountered when approached from the south (such as from Nubia) and so they say 'Egypt opens/begins with Swenett.'

2 -- The Ibis was one of Thoth's animals. The ancient Egyptians credited Thoth with the invention of writing (ie. Hieroglyphs) and associated him with intelligence, wisdom, magic, and (originally) the moon.

3 -- A syconium [plural: syconia] is the type of inflorescence [a group or cluster of flowers arranged on a stem that is composed of a main branch or a complicated arrangement of branches] borne by figs (genus Ficus), formed by an enlarged, fleshy, hollow receptacle with multiple ovaries on the inside surface. These receptacles were cleaned, oiled, and hardened by Ancient Egyptians so that they could be used as bowls.

4 -- Lithium Chloride (LiCl), which looks like a white, crystalline solid, burns as a carmine flame.



Now that that's out of the way... Please enjoy your journey through...

THE EMEM DOOR

When I rode into Swenett, I went straight to Emem's shop.

The shop was very much like Emem herself: worn, withered, wise; set apart from the bustle of the market place and the green surrounding the Nile; it sat silently in the hollows of a sand-cliff. A leather mat lay in wait before the door, a gaping hole resembling a toothless maw, and looked ready to skitter across the entire Sahara for a bite of you should you actually step on it. Leaves and branches were scattered about the ground in patterns indecipherable to the untrained eye; they lay in front of the maw and mat, acting as walls and traps for evil and unwanted spirits. Symbols were drawn in the dirt—probably with a stick or finger—and on the cliff-face in white or red or brown: they were messages to good spirits and ancestors for safe passage; and to me, as I was told how to read them.

Arching over all of this was the indigo image of an ibis.

It took some coaxing, but I after I got off the horse I rode and lay my new-found friend, Cas, along its back, I managed to get the animal to enter the maw. The pathway was lit by red flames: small syconia covered in crystalline white and lit on little stands. Appearing an odd mix of dirty and swept, the walkway winded deep into the cliff: an esophagus to match the ibis-eyed face. As the horse and I neared the stomach of the lair, the sound of discordant singing began to echo into our ears. Incense watered our eyes and stained our noses, hair, and skin. Rice shaking joined the singing as it turned into shrill trilling and then ululating, scaring the horse and raising the hairs along my skin. The black animal neighed loudly, the high-pitch matching the ululating almost perfectly; and, if I were not accustom to reading horses, I might have thought it were singing along with Emem.

Thankfully, I knew a frightened horse when I heard it.

I had to pull on the poor beast's reins and tug its whole head down to ensure it would not raise up and dislodge its cargo. Cas appeared just as terrified of Emem's sounds as the horse, interestingly, and—had I not been so concerned and annoyed—I probably would have been very amused by their expressions. Instead, I held the animal's head down and held it close to me as I whispered words of comfort to both it and the boy upon its back.

This worked until they saw Emem, herself: the acid of the stomach.

Emem was old. Her skin was warm and dry and stretched across her sinewy body like polished leather. Her hair, which was ridiculously long, dragged along the cave's floor in a dry wave (I am certain this is why the ground always appeared swept); it was mostly white—the only exceptions being the few stains littering her locks due to potions, spells, drawing, or cooking—and draped across her knobby shoulders, down her back, and over her elbows. Her off-white, beady eyes lay beneath fine brows and over a pair of long, broad nostrils; her face itself was square-jawed and slightly long to fit her nose; it all hovered above a long, turkey neck and horizontal collarbones. Her jaw was mimicked by the neckline formed by her dress' thick, corded straps and checkered-patterned hem. The straps of her dress were dark brown, leather, and looped through holes woven into what was originally a straight-across top. The dress itself was dark-yellow and made of mudcloth in a very simple a-line style; it flowed from hugging her thin chest all the way to her bare toes and, thus, silently explained why she added the straps: she was only going to get older.

And madder.

The stomach-dweller took no mind to us when we condemned ourselves to digestion. Rather, she shook her rice more vigorously, pitched her voice even higher, and stomped her hennaed feet on the slightly uneven floor. Her hair span behind her, a fan of death in more ways than one, and seemed to come alive via her movements. Long bangs breathed in front of her face, locks became wings desperate for flight over her back, and strands from her white mane turned into torn webs still stretching for flies. Her body rolled as air billowed out of her, starting with a tilt at the hips and then a twisting backward arch which ended with a pivoting kick and punch of rice shaker into previous ululations. Her voice then righted her body as it silkened; her raw throat vibrated with melodic chant-songs that resonated in the red-lit organ and caused the scented smoke to spiral and spasm around her. They danced together, all, and created a cacophony of sight and sound meant not for this world.

Thus, the acid boiled.

The mad doctor slammed her rice rattles onto drums on the wall—beautifully shaped, hollowed, carved, and oiled sections of logs hatted by loved animal-skin and suspended by cleverly weaved grass-rope in a wooden display frame—creating a heart within the stomach. The heart pulsed, the air pulsed, the world pulsed. Emem leaned back, bending at the waist, and pulled her chest taut with her arms, her rice almost touching the ground. A rumble came from her then—the sound of a small earthquake—and it grew in reverberation until it felt as though the stars themselves were singing with her. It was deep, dark, different from the high trills and rising ululations. It was demonic, driven, dense. It was Emem. It was power.

Her voice circled out of her, out of the organ, out of the maw, out of this world.

And then she relaxed: her eyes closing, voice ceasing, body collapsing. She formed a heap in the cave's core—back against the floor, arms splayed, legs bent, feet under her rump—and sighed strong and slow. She remained there for several seconds and we did not disturb her; we watched: the smoke that had just moments ago danced with her now collapsed with her too; the hazy mock-dust that just embraced her power now powders her with its own; the rice she had sung with now wait silently in their wooden bowls to chant with her again; the red light that had been roaring with her now rest in in the belly's hollows; even the drums, used so little this time around, seemed to resonate out its own remedies to her.

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She’s “The Weeping Woman” who I always imagined with long, messy and matted hair. But she didn’t start out that way. Maria was the most beautiful girl in the village, or in the world, and she knew it. She wouldn’t give the guys in her village a chance. She needed to marry the most handsome man in the world. One day, the most handsome guy walked right into Maria’s village, and the young and wealthy rancher had to be hers. Maria made him work for her attention, but that only made him pursue her more. The pair eventually wed and had two children.

The years passed, and the rancher became immune to Maria’s beauty; he started working more. When he did make family time, he would spend it with his children, and Maria became jealous. All of these feelings boiled over when Maria saw her husband with another beautiful and elegant woman. An enraged Maria threw her children into the river. When she realized her grave mistake, her children were already gone. Consumed by guilt and grief, Maria’s lifeless body was found on the river bank, but her soul’s sorrow doesn’t let her rest. The woman’s spirit, dressed in a white gown, cries up and down the river looking for her children. If children go out in the dark, then La Llorona might take them.
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Mary was 19 years old and lived with his family in a very large and very old house. In college and had friends all loved her.
Always he gathered to spend time with her little sister and friends in the gardens of the house. I had a dog (Tom) always slept in his room, next to his bed.
Before sleep, every night Mary down to the kitchen for a glass of milk and his dog Tom always accompanied, until one night something strange began to happen.
Down stairs, Tom stared toward the end of the hall and barked. Mary was scared and turned on the lights but there was nothing there.
But the dog continued barking and looking towards the end of that hall like I was watching someone. Mary lit the lights again and called his father, I check everything but there was nothing and no one.
It was for their milk and return to his room. A while later the TV is turned, startled and approaches off, but realizes that was not connected to the mains.
Mary began to tremble and left his room to call their parents, and in the hallway, his dog started barking again Tom and stare at a place, but turned the lights were not working, the dog barked louder.
Mary started running down the hall when suddenly out of the darkness a silhouette that appears grab his arms and drags towards the end of the hall, his dog barking and suddenly Mary disappeared before the eyes of Tom.
When her parents come into the hall only find the dog barking and staring into the darkness, they lit the lights but there was nothing.
They never found Mary, but his dog is the only one who can hear the cries of night Mary for help, but no one can hear or see it because it is in another world, a parallel world ...... dark.



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PostPosted: Fri May 13, 2016 5:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Its Time

The black figure lurked in the darkness of the bushes beside the quaint house in the quiet neighborhood. He made sure not to let the light flicker off the blade in his hand. He didn’t know whether he would use the dagger or the gun in his right pocket. He reached his hand into his pocket to make sure the pistol was there. He saw the straight, brown hair rest against her high cheek bones. A smile crossed her face, how he despised that smile. He almost pulled the trigger there, through the window.Time it was not he knew. His meticulous plan made him wait until the parents left. He stared at her smile. He couldn’t stop thinking about how it was the same, the same smile. Terror. He craved it. He wanted her bones to reek of it. Helpless. The look on her face when she finds out that there’s no escape. That’s what he lived for. When she would succumb to the bullet and cry out to deaf ears. He was ready. He heard the car pull out of the driveway as the parents took their youngest daughter to her play. A grin cut across his scarred face. It was almost time. He looked through the window again; he knew that he would have to do something about the friends. He scrutinized all five of them, the pathetic excuse Jordyn called friends. Happy. She was happy. The man knew that he would be happy as soon as Jordyn was obliterated. He was exhilarated by the thought of deleting her. He was her demise. He had to get them out of the house. Out into the world, into his playing field. He released the gun. His limbs started to move, unconscious almost. He headed for the door. It was time.

Jordyn couldn’t get the amicable smile to leave her face. She hadn’t been with all of her friends in a long time. She hoped that everything was going alright between Callista and Aiden, they tended to have a belligerent relationship. Jordyn glanced at her smiling sister, looks like everything’s turning out well, she thought. The Saturday played out through her mind, a perfect day. She wouldn’t mind if it was the last day on earth.

“Who wants to hear a creepy story?” Kara announced with her blonde curls jumping.

Just like Kara, she thought. Kara was a big fan of all scary stories, and she kept everyone on her toes. A half smirk crossed Jordyn’s face as she saw her older sister grimace at the question. Callista hated all scary stories. Jordyn always taunted her about bugs in her bed because she became craven whenever bugs were around. Jordyn stared as her sister’s eyes continued to grow as everyone sat down to listen. Jordyn gave a sympathetic look to Dylan who knew about Callista’s hate for creepy stories. He understood her intimation and winked at her.

“I have a better idea!” Dylan announced. “How about we…” He was cut off by the ring of the doorbell.

“I’ll be right back,” Jordyn said as she left to answer the door.

“Don’t die.” Nikki said with a laugh.

Jordyn felt very uneasy as she arrived at the front door.

Don’t let your mind get the better of you, she told herself.

“Hello?” Jordyn said as she opened the door. “Hello?” She questioned again, but no one was there. She stepped out onto the porch to try to see who was there, but not a soul was in sight.

That’s weird. She started to turn around when she saw a note nailed to the door:
It’s time

Her face was overtaken by puzzlement.

Time, there’s not enough time. Jordyn’s mind raced back to the day. She remembered the towers collapsing around her. Most of all she remembered seeing her best friend die.

The rip of the paper almost made Jordyn jump as she tore it from the door.

“What kind of a sick joke is this?” She declared as she slammed the door and rejoined her friends.

“What are you talking about?” Dylan walked over to her as he asked the question.

“This note on the door! Who put it there? ‘It’s time’ what is that even supposed to mean? Kara, this is not a cool prank.”

“Don’t yell Jordyn. I didn’t play any prank. I was with you guys the whole time.” Kara objected.

“Well someone did something, and I don’t appreciate it.” Jordyn was mad, but she didn’t know why she was angry.

“Just chill,” Aiden piped in. “Everything’s going to be al…” he stopped in the middle of his sentence as they heard a knock from the basement.

“Did you…?” Callista looked around the room, trying to get something besides head shakes from someone.

“Ok, ok. Someone’s probably just playing a joke or something.” Jordyn tried to comfort them as she attempted to control the fear from overtaking her mind.

Another tap came from the basement door.

“Is someone going to get it?” Aiden questioned.

“We’re totally going to go down to the locked basement and see who broke in and is tapping on the door. Great plan Aiden, great plan.” Nikki’s sarcastic tone almost nipped Aiden.

“Hey, listen!” Dylan stepped forward. “The tapping stopped.”

“This is just weird.” Jordyn sounded more confident than she felt. “Look, I’m going to get a glass of water, just stay here and calm down.” She tried to sound tepid about the situation.

She tripped as she tentatively stepped into the dark kitchen. Her face hit something wet on the floor.

“Are you ok?” Dylan asked as he rushed in after hearing her fall. He hit the light switch to see Jordyn lying in a puddle of blood. “Jordyn!”

“Ouch, what did I trip over?” Jordyn asked. “And what am I... is this blood?”

Jordyn jumped to her feet, only to trip over her dead dog again.

“Umm, Jordyn. I don’t think this is a joke anymore.” Jordyn looked on the wall where Dylan pointed with his mouth gaped. Blood, the words, It’s Time, were written with blood.

They both ran into the family room where their friends were. They all stared at Jordyn, who was now soaked in blood.

“What happened?” Callista asked as she was frozen in place.

“He’s in the house…” Jordyn’s voice shook.

“What are we still doing in here?” Kara said as she started heading for the door. “If the killers in the house then we’re all in jeopardy. We have a better chance out in the open. Come on guys, let’s go! And don’t separate!”

Everyone reluctantly followed; Unbeknownst to them, a smile creeped across a scarred face.

The bushes by the house moved. “He’s outside!” Callista whispered.

Aiden ran to the front door of the house. He pulled at the wood door, “It’s locked.”

Jordyn’s face went white.

“He wanted us outside the whole time.” Nikki squeaked.

“Don’t panic. We’re going to be ok.” Jordyn’s comfort landed on deaf ears.

There’s nothing we can do. Jordyn thought. Her mind raced back to that day. Her friend had said the same thing to her as they were buried in the rubble. She still smiled. Jordyn thought about her friend. Everyone had told them that they had the same benevolent smile.

“Shut up, Jordyn.” Kara said. “This always happens in the movies. They never panic, and they always end up dead. I’m not going to be the one to die. We need to get out of here.”

The bushes rustled violently.

They all ran warily as the darkness surrounded them. Jordyn fell behind. She wanted to be sure that her friends would make it. If he gets anyone, it’s going to be me. She promised herself.

Her friends disappeared behind a white van. Jordyn looked up at the old church now standing in front of her.

“This door’s open!” Aiden echoed.

The door squeaked as Aiden pushed. Everyone flooded inside the abandoned church. They found themselves in a long, unkempt hall. It smelt of molded wood, the red carpet had holes on each side, and some of the boards had fallen off the wall. Cracks in the ceiling exposed the sanctuary above.

“Let’s go in here!” Jordyn said as she opened the door on her left. She was overcome with fear as she jumped inside the room.

No one followed.

She couldn’t see anything inside the black corridor. She could almost make out a large antique chair in front of her. She lost all sense of direction. She no longer knew where the door was. The sound of a grandfather clock was the only sound she heard.

Click.

The door had locked. He’s in here, I know it. At least my friends are safe. She took a step forward. He was moving and she didn’t know where he was.

Creak.

I’m going to die.

He seemed to be everywhere.

She knew what was going to happen. It was unfeasible to escape.

This is the meaning of fear.

She took in a breathe of the musty air.

The floor creaked in front of her as the killer stepped out of the shadows…
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PostPosted: Fri May 13, 2016 7:25 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

“Ugh.. boring…”tap.. tap.. tap…

“Cheer up Sabrina. Only few hours before we finish our work.”

“Few hours Mary, did you hear yourself? I’m not sure I can stand another hour.” Sabrina slumps her chin down to her counter, finger still jabbing the calculators button aimlessly.

“You got your day off tomorrow isn’t?” Mary walks over to Sabrina’s counter as she speaks.

“Uh huh.. and guess what? I’m gonna go to the spa to treat myself.” Sabrina stands straight up with a smile on her face.

“He he.. I thought you would be shopping on your day off.”

“Come on Mary. We have been working in this mall for 2 years already. I doubt the other malls are much different than ours. Don’t tell me you’re not boring.” Sabrina hunch her back, placing her chin on her palms as her eyes trace along the empty mall on the Wednesday evening.

“Oh I’m not bored. I got to dress up the mannequin with different styles and makes them pretty.” Mary giggles.

“Mannequin.. speaking bout that.” Sabrina walks away from Mary, grabbing a mannequin next to her by its arm, dragging the mannequin as she walks to the store room.

“Oh Sabrina. You’re gonna spoiled that mannequin.” Mary runs over to Sabrina as she mutters.

“This arm is already dislocated. It wouldn’t get any worse would it?”

Mary walks behind Sabrina, looking at the mannequin with a sad face as

Sabrina drags the mannequin to the store room. Sabrina swings her head to throw her long black hair back as she opens the storeroom door.

Swinging the mannequin into the store, she then kicks the mannequin to get it into the storeroom fully. Mary grabs Sabrina’s arm to stop her.

“Sabrina.. please don’t do that.”

“Come on Mary, they are not alive. Besides..” Sabrina trail off as she checks the surrounding, making sure no one’s nearby before she pulls out a small pocket knife.

“Wh.. What are you doing with that Sabrina?!” Mary asks surprisingly as she sees the pocket knife.

“Ssshhh.. not so loud.” She looks around again to make sure no one heard Mary. She then slash the knife across the mannequin’s face. Mary gasps and grabs Sabrina’s hand.

“Sabrina! What are you doing?”

“This mannequin is the most troublesome. Its arm isn’t functioning anymore when I first came to work here. I got to use so much time to put clothes on her. Time for some payback since she’s going to be send back.” Sabrina smirks as she continues slashing the mannequins’ face.

“Please stop it Sabrina. Please.”

“Alright alright.”

Sabrina hides the pocket knife as she closes the storeroom door before both the girls in their twenties head back to their own counter. Mary continues to lecture Sabrina on her behaviour but Sabrina pays no attention to it. Few boring hours continue to pass by that night.

Mhmm..” the long black hair girl rubs her eyes as she looks around the surrounding. “Wh.. Where am I?” She asks herself as she slowly stand up on her feet.

“Wait. What?!” She exclaims as she register the familiar surroundings in the dim light.

“I.. I fall asleep in my work place?! NO WAY!” her shoulders’ slump down as she looks at the clothing on her. It is the same clothing she wears earlier, white blouse with a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of high heels.
She looks up at the dim light. It’s the light that switch on when the mall close down at night, some call it the emergency light. The dark orange light on the ceiling is far from each other, making some spot totally dark. As Sabrina is trying to make her way to the exit, she bumps into an empty box and the pocket knife falls out from her waist. She could care less about that at that point of the time.

“Hello” knock knock knock.. “Hello” knock knock knock.. “Anybody there?” Sabrina asks as she knocks at the shutter door.

yes

Sabrina turns around immediately at the soft voice. At that point of time, all she wants is to get out and get home, doesn’t matter who it is as long as they can help her.

“Hello.. Who are you? Are you trap as well?” She asks as she continues to make her way towards the direction she thinks she heard the voice come from. She has to strain her eyes at some black spot where the emergency light isn’t lighting up to see clearer.

“Where are you?” Sabrina’s voice echoes in the mall.

here

Carefully, Sabrina traces the voice and ended up in front of the storeroom door. She feels weird that someone is trapped in the mall with her, moreover in the storeroom.

“Are you working here? What are you doing in AAHH!” She screams and jumps as the mannequin’s hand fall onto her feet when she opens the door.

Sighing to herself, she looks into the storeroom but there’s no one there. Only some boxes of clothes with the mannequin that she throw in earlier. A little confuse, she leaves the store door open as she walks away to search for the voice she heard.

Im here

She turns around to the storeroom again. She blinks her eyes as she could swear she saw the mannequin’s finger jerk slightly. After looking for a while, she shakes her head as she turns the other way round, convincing herself she saw wrongly. At that moment, the air-cond right above her seems to blow strongly, sending a chilling wind down at her. She rubs her
arms as she looks up.

Im here

As she turns around, the emergency light blink as she strain her eyes to look at the mannequin’s hand. She swears she saw the mannequin’s finger jerk again. The air-cond’s wind send chill down her spine as she continues
to watch the mannequin’s finger.

where are you going

Sabrina screams as she sees all five of the mannequins fingers stretch up. She turns around and immediately run towards the exit with the close shutter door. As she pass by Mary’s counter that’s behind her’s, she turns as she saw something white on the side. It was just a mannequin Mary had dress up earlier that day. When she turns to continue running, there’s a mannequin standing in front of her. She screams and jumps back only to notice it was another display mannequin.

“Ok ok.. I’m just tired and stress out.. I wasn’t looking carefully.. I..” she stops halfway as the feels a little weight on her right shoulder as her hair being pull so gently.

She takes in a slow deep breath as she stays static, moving only her eyes to see. When she sees a blinking diamond accessories, she immediately relax as she knows it was her butterfly hairpin that drop down to her shoulder. Grabbing the hair pin, she turns to look at the mannequin that’s.. GONE!!

Sabrina’s eyes widen immediately, scanning all around. Where.. Where could that mannequin go to? Wait! Can a mannequin even move? Taking one step back after another, she grabs tight on her butterfly hairpin. Just as she takes another step back..

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Sabrina screams as she knocks at the mannequin behind her, throwing her hairpin away and to only realise it was the mannequin she saw earlier. One hand at her chest, she takes deep quick breath. Then she looks for her hairpin that she accidentally throws away when she scared herself. As she bends down to pick up the pin not far from her, she pause as she thinks she saw a white figure in front of her. Slowly lifting her head, the white dress on the mannequin waves as if wind just blew by.

Sabrina

The long black hair girl turns around as she heard her name. Her hands are shaking as she grips her butterfly hairpin tightly. Breath quickens, stepping back one step after another on the carpet. Just then, the emergency light nearby went out, making it totally dark as she knock at something behind her. As she turns around..

“AAHH!!”

Sabrina lets out a short scream as she sees a figure in front of her, only to realise it was a mirror reflecting herself in the dark environment. As she try to calm herself and brush off her hair in front of her face, her eyes jump open wide as she sees something white went by behind her through the mirror’s reflection. When Sabrina turns to look, another emergency light flicker as if it’s gonna shut off. She immediately make her way to the shutter door again.

where are you going

That whisper caught Sabrina’s attention. She mutters prayer as she makes way to the shutter door. As she pass by a mannequin, she turns to look at something that just move behind that mannequin. Was it someone? Or was it all her imagination? Or was it another mannequin behind it?

Her breath seems to caught in her throat as she stumble back, tripping over the ladies shoes’ counter display. She falls onto what seems like a puddle of water and her jeans immediately turn darker in color as the jean’s materials starts to absorb the liquid. Sabrina touches the liquid and lifts her finger up, trying to figure out what is it in the dark environment. All she knows it is sticky. Is it really just water?

it hurts

Sabrina turns back to look in front. Her jaw drops open when she sees a mannequin appears in between the mannequin in front and the mannequin’s arm. There’s a cut across the “face” of the mannequin hiding behind and Sabrina knows that too well.

“no.. no.. it cant be” Sabrina mutters as she drag herself back, away from the hiding mannequin.

if its my arm that isn’t working

She turns back and sees the mannequin crawling out from a clothes testing booth. In the state of denial, she turns to look at where the mannequin was earlier. True enough, it was gone and now crawling out from the booth, one hand dragging itself out from the clothes testing booth. Pushing herself back, Sabrina slips as her hand land on the puddle of liquid she fell on earlier.

“Go away from me. GO AWAY!” she starts grabbing the high heels on the shoes display and throw at the mannequin. Her legs are too weak to stand right up to carry her away.

“Gggggggrrrrrr…” the sound of the shutter door opening grabs Sabrina’s attention.

“HELP! HELP ME! SAVE ME!” screaming on top of her lungs, she finds a new strength to get back up her feet and run towards the shutter door that
opens up a few inches.

“Help me please. Sav…” Sabrina bends down on her knees to look outside the shutter door as she calls for help but her voice trails off and her eyes widen when she sees a mannequin outside there. One of the cut on the mannequin resembles an eye looking at Sabrina. She falls back down on her back and start dragging herself away from the door when the mannequin extend its hand into the shutter door to Sabrina.

why don’t you

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!!” Sabrina screams, getting up and running away as she closes both her ears. With no direction, she runs towards her own counter. When she is near, she trips over one hanger laying on the floor and falls near to her counter. As she gets up, she sees the pocket knife she drops earlier when she woke up. When she extend her hand and try to get the pocket knife, a white smooth hand emerges slowly from the piles of clothes and get the pocket knife first.

Sobbing, she pushes herself back as fast as she could and end up next to the storeroom. The mannequin, with the cut on its face looks like someone smirking, dragging itself towards Sabrina. Dragging herself into the storeroom, Sabrina shuts the door tight and sit at the corner of the store. Her sobbing continues as she bends her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs as if trying to pull herself as far away from the door as possible.
From the reflection of the dim light, the sobbing girl can figure out that the mannequin is now outside the storeroom. Dragging itself up, Sabrina keeps on pushing back as if she can go further away even with the wall behind her.

“Please… let me go..” the poor girl started crying, hands clasp to her head.

if its my arm that isn’t working, why don’t you just…

From the reflection, Sabrina can tell the mannequin is raising up the pocket knife high up. Throwing her head back, her feet and palms continue pushing.

CUT MY ARM!!


Sabrina screams as the mannequin swings down the pocket knife at its arm…

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Sabrina woke up, panting heavily. Her eyes look around immediately and she..
“Wait. I’m... in the mall?”
As she try to register what just happen, there’s a knock from the storeroom door...[/i]
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PostPosted: Fri May 13, 2016 11:40 pm    Post subject: Finding Inspiration in the Unluckiest Day Reply with quote



Finding Inspiration in the Unluckiest Day

Friday the 13th had turned out to be a dark and stormy night as I fired up the IMVU client and proceeded to try and make a new Stream outfit.

I went through my inventory, tried on item after item, then turned to the shop and started paging through and searching to no avail. Where is my SPOOOOKY outfit to celebrate this most superstitious of days?

Feeling defeated, I went and made a cup of tea, hoping the change of scenery and a modicom of caffeine would stimulate my creativity.

Sitting back down in front of my monitor, a chill ran down my spine and I had the strange sensation of another presence in the room. Shaking off the feeling, I blew on the tea to cool it and randomly picked a room in my inventory before realizing I didn't recognize the thumbnail at all. It seemed to take longer to load in than normal, and as I watched the loading percentage I had some time to ruminate on where the room could have come from but drew a total blank.

Finally, the room loaded and my avatar was all alone on a dark moor. There was fog drifting past and an abandoned looking house off in the distance. My poor avatar looked cold and her fancy party dress seemed out of place, so I dipped once again into my inventory to look for something cozy. Hairs rose on the back of my neck as I saw clothing I was certain wasn't there before. Really amazing clothing, but where had it come from? The greedy fashionista in me decided to swallow the sudden feeling of dread and take advantage of the bounty. Soon, my avatar was wearing the fiercest pair of boots, a drapey dress that clung in all the right places and an ethereal and yet tightly woven and warm looking cloak. Time to storm the castle...er, house.

Approaching the house was difficult, I had to find nodes to take me on a circuitous route and at one point found my avatar completely hidden in the fog. I knew it was just my avatar and not me, but still my heart beat faster and my palms became ever so slightly damp.

Eventually, I found my way to the dilapidated house. On the steps perched the most elegant looking cat I've ever seen, and upon my landing on the front steps node, the cat meowed, stood up, stretched, and with a leisurely glance back, led the way inside the now-looming doorway. Nervous yet fully intrigued, I couldn't resist following.

The house was AMAZING. I forgot my jitters and threw myself into exploring its mad, creative interior. I took so many wonderful Stream images that many of them scrolled right off the bottom of my stream, never to be seen again.

After what seemed like minutes, I looked at my clock and saw that, in fact, hours had passed and it was closing in on midnight. Suddenly, I heard a meow. With that, I opened my eyes and saw my cat, Sasha. She stood up, stretched, and with a glance over her shoulder, sauntered over to her empty food dish and gave another, more urgent, meow.

It had all been a dream. But what an amazing dream! I grabbed my pad and started sketching everything I'd seen - the clothes, the room, the saucy cat. They weren't really in my inventory after all...but one day soon they will be. Friday the 13th may seem unlucky to some, but for me it gave the greatest gift: inspiration.
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PostPosted: Sat May 14, 2016 2:24 am    Post subject: Two faced Reply with quote

"Friday the 13th has never been proved good for Marlyn. I'm afraid I won't let her out tonight." said Alma. I tried to persuade Alma to let Marlyn come with me to the party tonight as I was going to ask her to prom but Alma declined. Alma is Marlyn's step mother since Marlyn's parents died. Every night of Friday Marlyn turned into Mary without her knowledge. It's not only a name change, it's a behaviour and person change. Disappointed, I left Alma's place and headed home. I got into my house and headed to my room. I don't know why, but I felt like someone was following me. *It must be the side effects of that horror movie* and off I went to sleep.
*Ding-dong* I heard a sound. I glanced at the clock, it was 11:30 pm. I woke up immediately and headed to the door, keeping in mind, today's date- Friday the 13th. I opened the door to find no one. I got out of my house but before I could take a step forward, I tripped and fell. Besides me was a small box which said 'Happy Friday the 13th Jordan.' I took the box and turned towards my house to head in. "AHHHAHAHHHH" I screamed, the second I turned. Marlyn was standing right there. Big blue eyes with dark tears dripping, red smudged lips with a wicked smile and bloody hands. I was blank. I wanted to run but I couldn't. It was Mary now. *how did she come here?* *did alma leave her?* *how is alma?* questions were popping in my head. By the time I gathered up the courage to run out of the door, the door was shut. It wasn't opening either. Mary still standing there, she whispered "Open it." and gestured towards the box in my hand. It was pretty heavy. Sweat was dripping through my entire body. I slowly opened it. There was a red locket in it with a chain. I slowly took it out of the box. I froze right there. *thud* the box fell off my hand. Mary adjusted her head, right and left and whispered, "it's Alma's. Do you like it?" I was freaked out. Was it blood? What did she do to alma? "Wh-aa what is Th-this?" I asked. "It's Alma's blood. Just a little mark to remember her." she developed a smirk on her face and walked closer. As she grew closer, I took steps away. "Wh-what did yo-you do to h-her?" I asked with a shaking voice. "She's dead. I killed her with my own hands and now I'm going to kill you. You both deserve it." she replied. Sweat dripping from my forehead as she can closer. "Wh-why are you doing this Marlyn?" "Shhh.. My name is Mary. You and Alma together, killed Marlyn." A small tear fell down her cheek. I was blank. My mind flash backed to that night when Alma and I had buried a little girl. "It was this same night when you killed her." she whispered. My blood was getting cold. "We were twins. She was my other half. She was my everything and you took her away from me, forever. I will not leave you, you don't deserve to live." she held a knife in her hand. Before I could say anything, the knife was in my stomach. The last thing a saw was the clock, 12:00.



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PostPosted: Sat May 14, 2016 2:29 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Story name : Behind doors.

This story is pure fiction and the persons and events in this story are fictitious , any similarity to actual persons or events is unintentional . I hope u like it ..........
our story begins in The Pines Asylum it was notorious by it's weird patients and secluded location,many psychologist & psychiatrist one in particular has a big role in the story.
Tom was a normal Psychologist working over there always checking on the patiens every night although he worked on the first shift but he was always checking on them as if he was compelled to do so all patients was normal but there was that one patient that made him check on all the cases over there that extraordinary mad man he was yelling i know what is going on your heads right how is yelling became extraordinary the strange thing he was yelling in other languages and sometimes in other voice tones .
One night Tom walked by the patients as usual but something he didn't expect happend or anyone can really expect that he found blood coming through the door as if the door was leaking blood he called for nurses and orded the guards to open the doors to check the patient he found the room bloody and messy that wasn't the case here he found something made him paralyzed he found the patient body parts spreaded across pentgram with name (Bradly) in the middle of it he fled the place after the incedent and pretend like nothing happend.
the next morning at 3 AM he found him self in his bedroom hearing young girl crying loudly he woke up by her voice , after walking up he felt like he was tied in his bed after struggle getting up he found his room also filled with blood he had strange feeling like there was something not right in his room he checked every where then he found pentgram drawn under his bed with the same name in it (Bradly) then he heard knocking on the door he tried to open the door to see who is knocking ,Tom's face became pale after takeing one gaze at the knocker's face (the guy who knocked his face as Tom Remember was dark with red eyes ) the guy stared at Tom's eye and said Soon we will meet Tom after hearing that he woke up in cold sweat catching breath hardly as he was running in Long track.
Several days later he went to the carnaval with his girlfriend to get rid of tension and catching up with his GF after spending a good time chatting and joy but as we all know good times doesn't last long a crazy women ran by them, she calimed that she can read fortune at first Tom disagree to let her read his fortune but after she said she will do it for free cuz she feel something funny about him, She holded Tom's hand then she became unstable (she started twitching and screaming ) she told him a lot of things but the one thing that got his attention that she told him that his sister died in mystrious way and it has all the reason of shaping his life. Tom didn't care for her words all he was focusing about is to leave her and keep having great time with his GF .

After few days Tom ask hes friends at work about the guy And ask guards about him, They said no one was there, Tom left the work and goto house hes mam and dad And Asked them,
Mam and Dad I have sister ? They asked him How did you know ? Who told you ? He told the what happen to him, And then hes dad and mam told him the true Hes sister dead and he was in anther family And they told him the place of grave hes dad, Tom Left home and goto grave hes dad and was there looks at him And after it someone put hes hand on hes shoulder, Tom Look behind him and found the guy with red eyes. He told him soon, Tom close hes eyes and open it and found he was anther person, Person was look at him and saying what you doing at my grave my brother ? Tom asked him Your bother ? Person said Yes, Tom told him this grave my father. The person told him, Are You Tom ? Tom Told him Yes, And person asked him again Where you been ? He told him there was Anther family Takecare of me... Tom Asked him what happen to my family and what happen to my sister ? Person asked him do you know what happen ? Tom told him no i don't and i want to know, The person told him you better don't know and left him and walks away....


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PostPosted: Sat May 14, 2016 3:29 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

“Have you heard of the news last night?”

“Oh yes! Another one goes in to try to steal the jewel again. Looks like no
one ever succeed.”

“Yeah. The owner sure cling to that jewel much.”

“It’s only for display he said it all the time when he was alive.”

“Well.. can’t blame when someone tries to steal it. After all, that jewel is like a treasure every man wants to have it.”

Later that night, Nick went to the 10 stories building of modern display for the new era’s museum. Each floor is separated with its own decades’ of treasure. The top floor, where the most valuable jewel was place for public display worth more than 10 over million now is believe to be inherited from long ago. While the owner of the jewel was alive, he said the jewel is for display only and he will not sell it to anyone. People have been trying to get that jewel by all means when he was still alive, but to no success. Even now when the man has passed away, people believe his spirit is still guarding the jewel. Nick smirks to himself as he pulls down his balaclava to cover his face. He looks at his watch, 10.58pm. He has been watching the building for a month, getting notes on the time the guards would change shift so he could make a clean entrance and escape.

“Two more minutes before the guard leave. And I’ll have 15 minutes to get to the top floor and get the jewel. I know the way well enough, so just wait for me ok?” Nick speaks into his ear piece as he looks across where he is standing to a red car.

“Roger that buddy. Buzz me if you need any help.”

“Hahaha.. I’ve been doing this for years David. Just relax in the car and I’ll be back in no time. Just keep track of the time for me.”

The man in the car smiles as he turns to look at the digital clock on his dashboard, 11:00 is on the board. True enough, the guard leaves from the entrance as Nick jogs over to the entrance. When Nick reaches the door, he hides behind the wall before entering as light flash by from inside.

“Damn it! There are guard in the building.” Nick whispers into his earpiece.

“What?! I thought they only station outside.”

“That’s what I think. No choice. I’m going in to get the jewel.”

“Careful buddy.” David whispers into his earpiece as he sees Nick disappear into the building.

Since Nick and David have been going to see the jewel several times in the daylight, Nick knows his way well. Sliding into the emergency escape and run up to the second floor. Take the elevator from there to the 9th floor and use the fire escape again. There is a cctv camera on the 10th floor pointing at the elevator, so Nick would have to avoid it.

Ding

Nick gets out from the elevator and goes to the fire escape. As Nick pushes the fire escape’s door, something falls inside of the 9th floor entrance. He immediately pushes the door shut and hides behind the door. He peeks out from the small glass on the door and sees an armour of the ancient soldier moves out from there. The armour immediately raises its spear and throws it at Nick. Nick dodges the spear that pierces through the door and hit the building wall on the inside.

“What the..” Nick swears as he makes his way up the stairs to the 10th floor.

“What is it Nick?”

“You won’t believe it David. The armour moves. It moves and attacks me with the spear.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Nick. How can the armour moves?”

“I don’t know! It almost kills me!” Nick continues to swear as he reaches the 10th floor.

“Calm down Nick. Just get the jewel and.. bbzzttt... Nick.. bbzztt.. Nick?”

David pulls out his earpiece and knocks on it. When he puts it back on, it’s like the earpiece has never been destroyed, complete silent.
Nick stays static when he got out from the fire escape. The torch light of the guard shines at him. He couldn’t make out how the guard look like and he is not sure if he should run down to face the moving armour, or face the guard.

“Go on in.” The guard says as he switches off the torch light.

“What?!” Nick asks.

“Go and try to get the jewel.” The guard turns around, back facing Nick as he extend his hand as if inviting Nick to go in.

“Aren’t.. you.. going to arrest me?” Nick asks as he stays static.

“If you can get out in between 3 minutes, I will let you go my son.” The guard turn so slightly to see Nick, a smirk on his face.

Nick swallows as he moves slowly to the entrance. He sees it! He sees the jewel he came for. Open wide in the middle of the dark room without any cover as if inviting Nick to get it. Taking another look at the guard’s back, he quickly runs in and grabs the jewel. Nick is so happy. He grins from ear to ear as he turns the jewel around admiring it.

“I got it. I got it David. David? Buddy?”

As Nick knock on his earpiece, a guard stand up in front of Nick. Nick screams as he throws the jewel upwards as he fall on his back. The guard is.. faceless? Nick eyes widen as he turn back to look. There’s no one outside the entrance. How can the guard comes in so fast? Was it even the same guard? Nick’s whole body shivers as he push himself back, getting away from the guard. The guard catches the falling jewel that Nick toss up earlier and wipe it clean. Placing the jewel down to its place, the entrance door immediately shut. Nick looks at the door, getting up on his feet and immediately runs to the door to only trip and fall over something on the floor.

Nick focus his eyes hard to see a moving.. hand? When he looks up, the guard is keeping the cloth with his right hand while his left hand... GONE?!

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!” Nick screams and pushes himself back until he reaches the door.

“Please. Please let me go. I promise I won’t do this again. Please sir.” Nick begs the faceless guard.

“Ok.” The guard replies. “Let’s play a game.”

Nick knows he got no choice, so he takes in a deep breath as he listens.

“You’ll run upwards in the fire escape. If you reach the 100th floor, I’ll let you go AND give you the jewel. But of course, there will be something chasing you my dear boy.”

Even without a face, Nick can figure that the guard is laughing with his body shaking.

“Get ready. The game starts.. now”

The door immediately disappears. Nick quickly gets himself up and runs to the fire escape. When he turns to try to go down after getting into the fire escape, the ancient armour is there with the spear again. The armour immediately launches the spear at Nick where he barely escapes it. With no other choice, Nick starts to run up the stairs. Taking two to three leaps a time, Nick progress fast up the stairs. While he is running, something comes across his mind. Isn’t this building only have 10 stories?

GGGRRR

Nick turns to look at the growling sound only to find a black wolf coming into the fire escape. It’s fang is seen as saliva is dripping down from its mouth. As the wolf leaps up the stairs, Nick doubles up his speed.

“Hahaha... RUN my dear boy.. RUN”

The voice echoes though the stairs. Nick runs as fast as his legs could carry him. As he looks back, he finds that the wolf is .. gone. He stops and takes short deep breaths. Just then, he turns around to find a reaper standing behind him.

“AAAAAHHHH!!” Nick screams as he dodges the scythe the reaper swings at him. He wants to run down but.. the stairs is.. gone? With no other option and the scythe stuck at the stairs, Nick quickly get back up and keep running again.

“That’s right boy... RUN.. hahaha”

The voice echoes again through the fire escape. Nick feels like he had already climb more than 50 stairs as his legs finally give way. He falls down and immediately turns to look down. Not sure he should feel happy, but the reaper is gone for now. As he turns around, he sees a name on the stairs. “STEVE” is being craft there.

Tump.. tump.. tump..

Something is coming again. The thief quickly gets up and runs again as the thumping voice grows louder and faster, coming after him.

“That name you saw.. it represents the record that person has reach before they are.. finished.. hahaha”

That echoes send chill down Nick’s spine. He swallows hard as he pulls himself up the stairs. He wants to rest, he wants to stop, but he can’t, can he? As he continues to make his way up, he sees more name crafted on the stairs. He falls as he trip on the stairs. In front of him crafted “DAVID”. Nicks eyes widen.

“David..” he mutters as he grasps for air.

“Oh ya.. he’s your friend right? He came to look for you I guess when you’re in the room with me. He couldn’t make it anymore when he reaches here. He has got the best record so far. But now, looks like you’re gonna break the record. Congratulations. The difficulty has increase.. hahaha”

As the laughter echoes along the stairs, it fades off quickly. Nick pulls himself to the handrail of the stairs as the walls all crumble to nothing. The view sure is nice up the 87th floor, but is there any time for Nick to enjoy the view?

Plap.. plap..

When Nick looks down at the stairs, what looks like a woman in dragging herself up to Nick. The long hair waves when the wind blow and red eye piece out from there looking at Nick. Nick immediately starts running up again with all the strength he has left.

“AAAAHHHH”

Nick screams as he takes a turn at a corner when a bunch of flying creatures flock around him with sharp fangs. He lowers himself and continue running up the stairs when he finally sees a door. Opening the door and get out, he falls immediately. He raises his head to look at the faceless guard that he saw in the room earlier. He swallows hard as he tries to push himself up.

“Don’t worry child, you win the game.”

The guard extend the only hand left on him and the jewel float to Nick. The man looks at the jewel in front of him, unsure to take it or not.

“Take it. Because you need to hurry.” The guard speaks.

“Hurry? Why?” Nick asks in confusion.

“Because, all the 90th floor you climb is an illusions that’s gonna disappear.. hahaha..”

Nick’s eyes widen, seeing piece by piece of the floor he sits on disappear. Looking down, its totally.. EMPTY?! The stairs is all gone. Only thing left, the floor Nick is sitting on.

“Wh.. Wait. You say .. toy say you would let me go.”

“Yes I did.. but... I didn’t say i’ll let you go.. alive.. hahahahahaha...”
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