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Post by Mr. Pooka on May 11, 2021 15:21:01 GMT -5
This thread has some scary images and themes. If you are not a fan of Japanese Horror, skip it! You wouldn't want the prize anyways and you'll sleep better.
The story below is a HORROR story. It is not particularly graphic, but it is disturbing.
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Post by Mr. Pooka on May 11, 2021 16:45:58 GMT -5
The GirlThe day of the girl's wedding was more exciting than she'd expected. Her life had been so very hard and she finally felt... happy. Growing up in her rural village with her single mother was never easy, especially being as poor as they were. Since she was old enough to walk she'd been forced to work, picking weeds, tidying houses and doing chores. All day, every day. The only time she had free was spent with her mother who would brush her hair and tell her stories about how one day she'd escape this drudgery. It was a nice dream, but also she didn't really believe in dreams... Oh, the dreams of others were certainly real because she saw them occasionally. Hazy images superimposed over the busy villagers. Some were beautiful and some were boring. A few were truly horrible, not that they frightened the girl. She was used to seeing them. This was not the only power that made the girl different...
There was one family she worked for, cleaning their small restaurant kitchen at night after hours. The matriarch of the family was cold... and her dreams were never of her own family. The girl did not like her, not one bit. Always scolding for making too much noise or missing a spot while washing a pot.. and she was quick with a switch to 'correct' the girl when her work did not please. It was watching this family one afternoon where she realized another power she had developed. They were having a day together, in their restaurant when the matriarch brought out her new camera to take a photograph of the family. The girl watched... angry and frustrated and something else. How could that lady be so mean and still be so happy. Jealousy coursed through the girl and she almost passed out until she heard the family chattering on, suddenly very serious. Their young son was crying. It wasn't until the family left the room that the girl could investigate what they were upset about. The instant photograph tossed in the garbage was the cause and the image on it was... frightening. It showed the family as if dead. No not dead, but horribly dead as if sick or possessed or haunted. The girl recognised her own feelings somehow in the image and the picture made her happy. It would be the first in her collection.
Hers was not the kind of village where you could just talk about supernatural powers. Anything out of the ordinary was shunned and she was already on the fringes of society as it was. Over the next few years she practised using her powers but always maintained a quiet, nearly invisible aura to blend in. More dark things happened over the years, adding to the Girl's trophy collection, but also seeping into the village's subconscious. Each passing week tensions grew, suspicions blossomed and happiness crumbled. Many even chose to move away looking to escape the unspoken curse of the village. Some people died, mysteriously and alone. It made made the girl happy. To everyone she seemed like the lowest of the lowest caste of a girl, the nobody drudge, but in her mind she was becoming the queen of the village.
Things fell apart when her mother found her collection. A mother's love had been a barrier to the reality of the girls actions. While that love may have tarnished with realization it was not destroyed. There was a confrontation, yelling and crying, comforting words and hidden fear. The girls delusions crashed all around her and for the first time in a long time she felt bad... truly and deeply horrible. Her mother was the one person who had never been on the girls list of people to hate even if it was only her dark self trying to disguise her love as indifference. She saw that love for what it was on that day and it sent her back to a time before her darkness had seeped in. There were promises and remorseful hugs. The pair burned each of the girls trophies in the scrap fire and the girl felt lighter right away. Perhaps there could be better things and the world would turn around for her? Maybe her actions were also what was keeping her at the bottom rung of society? She would try something new and let the light in.
Unfortunately for the village this act of change came too late. Most of the small business had closed, several of the farmers had let their fields grow fallow and there was a collapse of community in every sense. There was not even scraps to work for let alone money. That's when the vultures swooped in. Wealthy developers began snooping around town, seeing what they thought was missed potential. One of the vultures even made a point of taking to the girl one day while she was heading home with some savaged wood for their homefire. He was just a bit older than the girl now, and he was handsome.. too handsome. Her mother warned her of city boys like this but those warnings flittered away from his fancy words and bright smile.
They spoke several more times over the next few days and the vulture's silver tongue even charmed the girls mother. He brought gifts with every visit and in a whirlwind of emotions they were promised. Betrothed... He would take her away from this place to his big city where they would live and one day the the vulture, no, vulture no more, falcon of a man would return the girl to her village after he had purchased it and remoulded it into a vibrant community! For the briefest of moments the girl heard the dark voice she'd forgotten about whisper to her that she would finally be queen. The girl shook it off as just a stupid childish bit on nonsense.
The day of the girl's wedding was more exciting than she'd expected. Her life had been so very hard and she finally felt... happy.
It was a private ceremony on the falcon's estate with only a few of her finance's business companions who the girl had met in passing. The last month or so had been a decadent treat with a wealth of presents beyond her dreaming, food she'd only read about or seen on the television and flower words meant for princesses not drudge workers from rural villages. Her life was shaping into something undreamed of and perfect! Surrounded by trees and under a wisteria covered arch the two wed, as witnessed by her husbands friends, technically no longer strangers to the girl. Her happiness was unparalleled and she was not even upset that her mother had not shown up for the wedding. She'd send her pictures and presents once the honeymoon was over.
After the ceremony the party moved to some of the more scenic spots on the falcons property to take photographs. Some were taken in the orchard, and a few on a hilltop where the ocean could be seen in the distance. The last spot didn't seem as photogenic, but the girl was not going to question her new husbands sense of taste on day one of their marriage. Nervously the falcon helped the girl sit on the edge of an old stone well and stood back while he and his friends snapped some pictures. When he came over to help her off, she became confused. It took her several moments to realized what had happened to her as she lay in the muddy wet bottom of the well she had been shoved into. The flashing of camera's from the men above snapping photos of her in the bottom of well was surreal and terrifying. She tried to stand but the pain in her broken leg made her scream! Crying in confusion she saw the falcon above, his face changed to something more sinister, almost devilish. The others who also looked over had changed as well. Was she delusional? Did she see animal faces or beaks or ... what was happening. The falcon called down the well. "I'm sorry you are still alive, but it will make your sacrifice all the more potent!" With that the well grew dark as above the party was laying across some sort of cover, ignoring her crying and calls for help.
She was still alive in the darkness and in that darkness her old voices grew and twisted their way back into her. She could feel her self dying and with each step closer to death her hatred and anger grew and multiplied. She could feel her powers extend and manipulated and change things around her. What she felt became projected onto any medium she could reach with her mind... but no one would hear her or find her messages. Seven days passed before she died cold, wet and broken in the darkness.
Until something woke her. She was connected to her message and someone had seen it. One cold mud crusted eye opened in the darkness...-------------------------------------------------------------- The Game.Watch this video.
Then watch this video.
Answer the phone by posting a Sphinx you own in this thread. The Sphinx you use for this game must be level 2 or above. Please add some sort of roleplaying note with your entry... something about finding a video or image or piece of media to suit the story. You may only enter one Sphinx into this contest. Every Sphinx posted in this thread will permanently die, except one... the final one. By permanent, I mean no coming back by any means. (OOC I may chose some of the dead Sphinxes as an animation experiment I want to try... but idk if it will work. Don't count on seeing them again!) Seven Days after this post Sphinxes who were posted in this thread will start to die, one by one until only one final Sphinx remains. The owner of that Sphinx will 'win' the Girl. She'll be your responsibility after that.
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Post by NinjaWoo on May 12, 2021 12:26:49 GMT -5
  Itlina heard a nock at the door, and wonders over to open the door to see who it was "Hello?" but the moment she opened the door there was no one there "Hmm that's strange." just as she was about to close the door her eyes caugh a small package at her feet and blink looking around. She had not been expecting anything but thought what the heck and picked up the package and took it in, once inside she looked the small package over before opening it finding a small VHS tape saying watch me. "Ok..this is not odd.." she sighs then got up and put it into the VCR and pressed play..took a bit for it to start but when it did she did not know what to make of it as it played..it was disturbing.."What the.." she wanted to turn it off but at the same time was unable to, as it went on and on she became more and more distrubed at the creep factor of it all. When it finaly ends she turns it off and shakes in some fear then jumps when her phone goes off.. Blinking Itlina walked over and slowly picked up the phone. |
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Post by hotaru13 on May 12, 2021 20:20:38 GMT -5
 Takhisis stepped out in the bright sunshine. She had an itchy twitchy feeling about today. She checked her post box and found a plain envelope with her name on it. As she held it, dark feelings came over her, like storm clouds covering the sky. She padded back into her home and opened the envelope. Inside was a vhs tape. Takhisis put it into the her vhs player and sat down to watch the...strange video. After she watched the brief video, she shuddered. All of a sudden her phone rang, causing her to jump. Answering the phone, she heard a voice saying, "You watched it, you have 7 days to live, then you shall die." She threw the phone away from her, but she felt that...perhaps it may have been true. Her itchy twitchy feelings resumed, turning dark and stormy. It was times like this that she hated living alone. |
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Post by Sweetintoxikation on May 17, 2021 23:35:23 GMT -5
 Nem-Ur, sleepily accepted the papyrus scroll presented to him by one of the many household serving staff he employed. His eye lids drooping ever so slightly even as he brought the awkwardly heavy object up. He removed the hemp string binding the document as he murmured to himself, "It must be important. They rushed it right over and even woke me to read through it.. hmm" His off-hand waving his staff member away without a thought. Nem-Ur unrolled the scroll, the end almost flying off the flat surface upon which it was placed. Even before his eyes could process the sight a piercing screeching emanated. His ears instantly flattened but it did nothing to stop nor even dampen the screeching. As his body was repulsed by the noise, he couldn't stop his eyes from widening and -staring-. What he'd expected to be hieroglyphics at the very list turned out to be elaborate pictures. And they had to have some sort of magical enchantment as they were moving! Flicking from one thing to the next. The main figure fracturing from looking away to staring directly at him. He, unfortunately, found himself glued with eyes wide at the sight as the looping images screamed into his very soul. When it was all done he was stuck, standing before the unfurled scroll. Jaw slightly hanging open and just staring. The pictures no longer moving, the sounds cut completely off. For a period of time there was the full absence of sound. More than silence. But it wasn't forever. That thick and heavy lack of anything was just as easily sliced through. A jarring screech of tonal challenge rang through the air. Nem-Ur, having been a statue before, jolted into motion. Panic surging his limbs to slam around, seeking the thing causing the sound. And as soon as he'd knocked over the, now clearly cursed, scroll it went flying in a heap to the group. The clatter hushing the strange drilling ringing noise that had brought him from the brink of insanity. Or so he thought. For following the end of the noises once more he heard (or maybe simply thought he heard) the phrase, ' Seven days'. And that was it. A sinking terror invaded his body. His limbs stopped their spazmatic flailing and he slumped down to stare at a wall. "Seven.. days.." |
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Post by hotaru13 on May 18, 2021 13:17:26 GMT -5
Takhisis had an idea as the days slipped by. She had begun to feel as if the world she knew was about to slip away. Quickly she went to the scribes and asked if she could use their copy materials. Knowing she was almost out of time, she copied the tape. Thanking the scribes, she left quickly. However she left behind the duplicated tape...
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Post by ♥Dementia♥ on May 18, 2021 14:48:50 GMT -5
 Kotaro was minding his own business when he nearly tripped over a discarded VCR tape. “What the heck?” he picked the tape up, and continued home, where he popped it in his VCR player. (Cause he totally has one!) He munched a sandwich while it started to play, and spit out turkey and cheese when he saw what was on it. He ran to turn it off, but even when he tried to unplug it, it kept playing. He slept horribly that night, plagued by nightmares. |
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Post by Mr. Pooka on May 19, 2021 19:05:14 GMT -5
Darkness and cold rage began to answer curiosity...
List number one...
Itlina
Takhisis
Kotaru
Nem-Ur
IP: 24.231.67.104
Timestamp: 2021-05-20 00:01:45 UTC
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Post by Mr. Pooka on May 19, 2021 19:09:50 GMT -5
Another victim called out for her attention...
Nem-Ur
Kotaru
Takhisis
IP: 24.231.67.104
Timestamp: 2021-05-20 00:08:00 UTC
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Post by Mr. Pooka on May 19, 2021 19:12:44 GMT -5
and then there were two...
Kotaru
Takhisis
IP: 24.231.67.104
Timestamp: 2021-05-20 00:10:43 UTC
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Post by Mr. Pooka on May 19, 2021 19:16:46 GMT -5
Only Takhisis remained and the girl became fascinated with her for reasons only hotaru13 might be able to figure out... ((and with that, I pass this cursed Sphinx onto you Hotaru. Good luck!)) |
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Post by hotaru13 on May 19, 2021 19:19:08 GMT -5
Only Takhisis remained and the girl became fascinated with her for reasons only hotaru13 might be able to figure out... ((and with that, I pass this cursed Sphinx onto you Hotaru. Good luck!)) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! |
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Post by Mr. Pooka on May 19, 2021 19:30:28 GMT -5
that works for RP, joy or terror, (-8
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Post by hotaru13 on May 19, 2021 19:32:28 GMT -5
that works for RP, joy or terror, (-8 wait till you see what i pm'ed you... |
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Post by Sweetintoxikation on May 19, 2021 21:37:31 GMT -5
Congratulations Hotaru! :D Cursed or no, she shall be stalked! hehehe
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