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October Event 2013 3; How about a scary story?
Topic Started: Oct 6 2013, 12:12 PM (2,617 Views)
Aysia
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Every town has their story, every city has their legends however some are only ever mentioned in hushed whispers where none may overhear, while just a few are never mentioned out of fear of reprisal from the one they based upon. For the few who still live on the island of Galuna there is one such tale. The story goes as such, there was one a large tower that overlooked the temple of the island, from the top of the tower a person would be able to see both the northern and southern shores with ease, the people below would seem as though ants for the height, however only one was allowed to climb to the pinnacle of the tower, a priestess who had been devout in her worship and pure of heart, for this the town folk idolised her and her pure ways and this idolisation soon turned into worship, As she started to age she feared that her waning beauty would cause those around her to see ill of her, that they worship she received would lessen until she was once again nothing, that all her kind actions would never all be repaid so she locked herself away, only appearing behind a veil and only ever very rarely.

The worshiping continued as the mysticism of the priestess increased, people saw her more as a deity as the time went on. The legends upon the island started to grow about her, that during the nights she would visit the villages as the moon, watching over and allowing the people to admire her, this legend grew as well until the moon became the priestess in the eyes of the people when she was not gracing the people with her presence. When the priestess found out about this she became irate, feeling as though the moon was stealing the affection of the people that was rightfully hers, however out of reach she could not contest, and without remaining with the people she would surely fade away to the brilliance of the night sky.

In bitter rage she pleaded the people of the villages of the island to build her a tower so high that she could watch over them during the day, she demanded that she would be able to see the people who made their lives on the north coast and those who lived upon the south coast, the people responded by building this tower for her, their admiration and hard work eventually paying off after a year of toil. The priestess ascended to the top of the tower the night after its completion and reached out to the moon as many of the people did, however instead of the love they felt she torn it from the sky, the moon vanished that night, as it did the waters churned and crashed against the shores of the island until the next night when the moon once again rose. The priestess looked up in dismay, her efforts had only given her a single night without the moon and now the moon was out of reach, however she tried once more, demanding the tower was made larger, the villagers complied out of their blind affection and once again the priestess tore the moon from the sky for a month and when the same occurred once more the priestess demanded the tower be made larger.

On her third attempt the moon finally answered back. “I did not mean to steal any affection of the people, however you deserve none, I illuminate the night while you cause pain and suffering, and many have been lost from building this tower to trap me.” And with that the moon rose once more before the priestess could grasp onto it, trying the hearts of the villages once more she found nothing but apathy towards her cause, her attempt to be immortalised in their hearts had failed and through her attempts she had grown cursed from their new hatred, her life fell before her as her skin rotted and she became frail, but in one last attempt to make herself last forever in some way the cursed the moon and promised it that whenever it did not show, she would be there to steal away from it, so on nights of a new moon the priestess wanders the shores on the island, looking for those who would approach so she may steal their lives and tear their flesh from their bodies to wear and be youthful as the moon had stolen the love of those who once lived on the island from her and had stolen her youth each time she had torn it from the sky. It is said that those who speak of her invite her to find them on the anniversary of the day the the Priestess twice snatched the moon from the sky, Halloween (SPooky).
Edited by Aysia, Nov 6 2013, 12:28 PM.
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"How do I look?"
Zak's Halloween Misadventure

Zak had never been to a haunted house before, let alone thinking about going into one alone, but with the time running out for him to finally appear at one before the end of the Halloween season, he knew that he would finally have to go through it... alone. The very thought of it frightened him, sending shivers up his scrawny body, but if he didn't go now, he would have to wait for another entire year to pass by. All the other kids always bragged about how they went through this haunted house or that haunted house or that they went through a dozen haunted houses, if that was even possible. He was tired of not being able to tell the other kids that he didn't have the guts to go through one, even though his father had offered to go through it with him in the past, and getting picked on because he was a wuss. It would most certainly be like that no longer as he stood right in front of the 'Deadman's House of Horrors;' a name chilling enough to give him goosebumps.

Sighing, he took a step in, knowing that it wouldn't get any easier the longer he waited and he was beyond tempted to keep his eyes closed the whole time, even if it meant bumping into everything. However, when he stepped inside, there didn't seem to be anything too scary; just a room with a bunch of mirrors followed by the creaking and locking of the door he just walked through. He looked around, though only mirrors remained and the door seemed to have disappeared. He was in the center of the room and with at least ten of his reflections staring back at him, he started playing around and making goofy gestures and faces, "Geez, this isn't so bad." If they were all like this, he'd visit a few, but all the other kids always said that they were scared whenever they went through them. He thought the idea of it was silly, trying to discourage others by pretending it was scary, but he had yet to realize the potential of such a stealthy haunted house.

When he turned around to look at some of the other mirrors, he would find an image of himself standing still and not moving, even if he waved his arm of shook his leg, "Is it broken? No, that's not how mirrors work..." He walked towards the mirror and, in an attempt to make sure that it was real, he touched the glass; it was certainly real. He looked back at the reflection, which had remained in the same position from earlier, but as he squinted to look for details, it moved. Zak jumped back, but the reflection was slowly walking towards him. In all actuality, all of the reflections were making their way towards the poor boy until the glass would break, sending a ripple of broken glass across the floor. He lept up immediately, heart pounding and ran towards the door that had recently appeared, "This can't be real... No, no, no...." The laughter of his reflections still slowly following after him, he slammed the door shut and kept on running until he would find the park bench that he was all too familiar with. He curled up into a fetal position on the bench, tears running down his face and his pants a bit soggy, but at least he had made it out alive, "... I-I'm never going into a haunted house again..."
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Who you calling chocobo head...

Right, so this event should be closed now, but I also didn't post any warnings that this was closing soon, so;

- Every post before mine is fine. (Just don't go edit it now).

- If you haven't posted yet, or need to edit your post, you have until 2359 (GMT +11) on the 7th of November. Note though you'll get less rewards then the people that got in before the deadline. (This is to be fair to everyone, not an excuse for me to post a late entry, I won't put up anything.)

As of me posting, it's 0150 on the 7th, so, get cracking.
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・。゜. ヘ(゜Д、゜)ノ

(idk if it's on time because daylight savings change is screwing with my hour count)

"Five years ago on this week...

Three children nearing their teen years were out at the treeline of Lavendar Forest. The winds had carried one of the boys' scarves into the woods, and he was intent on retrieving it. Believing it would be a simple task, the other two, a girl and another boy, followed their friend on the search. They thought, 'How difficult could it be when the scarf was yellow? Surely not against the lavendar blooms?' For an hour, they ventured through the bush and paths without a hint to the scarf's whereabouts. Shadows lengthened as the sun began to set, and the children, though disappointed, turned back to return home.

On their way out, the girl saw with high hopes, a speck of yellow peaking out of the dirt a little ways away. 'Is that it there?' Overflowing with relief, the boy came over to uncover his misplaced treasure. He kicked the dirt to clear it, only to stumble back in surprise. The yellow in the midst of lavender was not his scarf. It was some kind of liquid, but he didn't want to touch such a questionable substance. 'Er, that wasn't it. I'll come back tomorrow.' And so, the three went home without any worry.

The next evening rolled over with little winds since the day before, and the three headed out to search once again. The yellow liquid had disappeared, but they didn't care too much. Or at least, they hadn't at first. As the the hour went by, they all found more specks of the yellow liquid. Usually it was on the ground, but sometimes one would turn their head to a leaf covered in the stuff. 'Ugh! It's not here! Lets just go,' the other two complained, but the boy's scarf was too precious to him. He continued farther into the forest after declaring it. The other two followed after hesitating, and started doubting their choice as the yellow stains increased around them. 'It's just pee right?' Maybe or maybe not, the boy was not scared. He was more frustrated that the yellow were all misleading.

'Where is it!?' he yelled, and kicked a tree.

Yellow liquid fell down right next to him, and all three of them could hear the newly loud clawing even as they screamed startled. The children turned around and tried to run together. They stumbled over a tree root after following the path of yellow back to the city, but they couldn't make it out before they heard the clawing again. This time it was in front of them, so they turned away and ran again. They ran and ran with the clawing bark noise behind them, until they were following a trail of yellow again. Desperately, one of them yelled out to leave them alone, and the plea worked. The sunlight was fading as night started falling, and now silence interrupted only by sobs and heavy breathing filled the air.

They thought they were safe, until they heard the whispering of an animal not of their own. The should have been normal, but not when they hadn't so much as seen any wildlife ever thy week. The children booked it once more. The boy who originally lost his scarf apologized many times as he ran, throwing sorries left and right for his carelessness before his feet tangled into something. The boy tripped forward over a scarf, his scarf, and he grabbed it like no tomorrow. With the help of his two friends pulling him back up, they continued running until they broke through the treeline. They believed themselves safe.

They probably were.

However, all three of them hadn't failed to notice one thing.

All the yellow liquid had disappeared. The boy's scarf, originally yellow, had been wet.


...And the story ends there, and has been a popular telling every Oktoberfest ever since. The magazine and its article was closed by a person who couldn't help but sigh. The person looked over to a spirit who had been listening intently. No other words were spoken, but the spirit heard the question loud and clear. "Was that you?"

At the time, the spirit had been hanging on to the last thread of tangibility with the material world. He was glad he was able to help them find their scarf, even if he scared the living daylights out of them with his blood. Well, not like they'll ever figure that out, the spirit thought as he flexed his talon claws.
Edited by Fumus, Nov 7 2013, 01:22 PM.
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Hoennese and proud!

Maybe I'm a harsh marker or maybe you all just suck but I am only giving full rewards to anyone who genuinely gives me a shivering feeling OR makes my heart grow by at least two sizes. For the record yes, I am quite capable of being "spooked" by a story or having my heart grow, so the results below...

Overall, a good effort, some stories were more memorable than others (Talon wtf) but a fairly good effort by everyone, I split them into "darker" and "lighter" stories so we'll go from there:

Page 1:
Fafnir Rakesh: 3SP / 600k
Drame: 3SP / 600k
Balmung6: 2SP / 400k
Lightning: 4SP / 800k
Coree: 3SP / 600k
Shuyin: 3SP / 600k
Jova: 2SP / 400k
Enchantress: 2SP / 400k
SiDi: 3SP / 600k

Page 2:
Talon: 4SP / 800k
LibertyGear: 3SP / 600k
Levy-Chan: 2SP / 400k
Luna Kage: 4SP / 800k
Scarlet Fairy: 4SP / 800k
Mazohyst: 3SP / 600k
Luffy1045: 3SP / 600k
AuraLex: 2SP / 400k
Zaber: 4SP / 800k
Nicholai: 3SP / 600k

Page 3:
Goomy: 3SP / 600k
Snow: 3SP / 600k
Melody: 3SP / 600k
ION: 4SP / 800k
Otaku: 4SP / 800k
Colossi: 4SP / 800k
Marc: 4SP / 800k
Leveria: 4SP / 800k
Gale: 2SP / 400k
Noel: 4SP / 800k

Page 4:
Aysia: 3Sp / 600k
Nom: 3SP / 600k
Fumus: 2SP / 400k
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