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[01 Oct 2009|09:20pm] |
Who: Quinton and Open
When: Mid evening
Where: Graveyard
What: Big bad is happening and someone needs saving!
Quinton couldn’t recall what had happened. As far as he could remember, or should, as the case may be, is that he had been at his desk, frustrated and exhausted and the next he had woken up in the pitch black with a throbbing head. At first he thought somehow he was in a locker, but then realised he was laid down in a padded box.
It was when he heard the soil being chucked on to this wooden box he began to freak out. “HEY!” He yelled out as he banged on the top. He slammed his arms in to the wooden panels but nothing was budging, in fact it was causing his knuckles to bleeds. “Someone?! Anyone?!” He shouted as he began to hear moans all around him. He couldn’t see anything but he felt their presence. All those ghosts, all those spirits descending upon him. “HELP!” He screamed. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. But as he shouted his breaths got more laboured as the air thinned.
This was happening.
Above him was a wretched old, hunched over old grave digger. He was something plucked straight out of a horror film, however the stereotyped image did not diminish his evil aura as he laughed and continued piling on the dirt, however he had only just started.
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| Hey little sister what have you done? |
[01 Oct 2009|09:44pm] |
Who: Morgan, Martin(NPC) and Open to anyone
When: 10:30am
Where: Morgan’s house
What: Morgan is in for a surprise…
Waking up in a cold sweat Morgan wiped her face and sat up in her chair. She glanced to the time and took a deep breath. She hadn’t meant to fall to sleep. Due mainly to the nightmares she had been having. Each had begun to grow more and more depraved and twisted.
She clutched at her churning gut and stood up to stretch and head in to the kitchen for coffee when she was stopped dead in her tracks. She could smell him. That rank, musky scent of a powerful and dangerous beast. He was the only being alive that could put a sense of dread in to her.
“Y’know…” A smooth, chilling voice said calmly, “It really warms my heart to know I can instil such terror in to you still after all these years.” He chuckled softly. “My dearest, little sister. I see you’re all alone. No Marcus, no Matthew…no Daddy to save your skin this time…whatever am I going to do with you no we’re all alone to play?” He asked as he grinned when she finally turned to face him. He had long black hair tied back loosely, a few strands hanging about his face. He had a rough face and an unshaven appearance. However he looked exactly the same as the last time Morgan had seen him. “Awwh, what? No happy greeting? Speechless? You? No, come now…surly you will say something to your big ole bro…?” He grinned darkly, “Like ‘mercy’?” He suggested before diving at her.
The sounds of banging and crashing errupted from the house and out in to the streets before the sounds of a loud scream of pain from Morgan.
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