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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 14.July.15, 8:07 PM | Message # 1 |
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| July 14, 1978 Piisgah, North Carolina
They've officially shut down the school. News and Media Outlets show up to my hospital room at all hours of the day, I wish they'd all just leave me alone. Don't they understand that...that...that all my friends are dead? I cant close my eyes without seeing their faces, screaming, begging for me to help them, I...I should have died with them. I shouldn't be alive.
We were just doing a stupid prank, we graduated, we were going to our different colleges in the fall, we wanted to play one last, stupid prank on the highschool that had been our hell for four years. Now it will be their hell forever...it should be mine too. What I saw, I can't even explain. It was an overwhelming darkness, just permeated throughout the school. It overwhelmed us, such awful noises, shrieks and screams. It was suffocating, and even before they started attacking, it felt like we were gonna die. Through the light on our phones...we...we tried to find the exit, but it was nowhere. It felt like we were someplace else entirely, not the school anymore. Then Alice got snatched, her face full of terror, and her scream echoed for minutes. And everyone began disappearing, one after the other, and then there were three of us. George, Yates, and me. We could see the door, it was a hundred feet away, but everything was crowding in around us. We sprinted. I heard George fall but I didn't turn around. My name in his screams will haunt me forever. Yates was holding my hand, and I remember thinking if I got out of this alive I would marry him. And then my arm jerked.
I whirled around to find Yates suspended in mid-air, hanging as if on a crucifix, his arms thrown wide, blood falling from his palms. He twitched once and exploded. I'm not joking...he exploded. I felt his blood splash all over me, and I couldn't even scream. All I saw were the horrible monsters that had been behind him: enormous, gruesome beasts not of this world. I turned and ran.
Now I'm here, alive. They haven't found any bodies, and I think they think I killed them all. I feel like I did...I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them.
I should be with them.
Reagan Woods was found hanging from the ceiling of her hospital room the next week, marking all of the infamous Pisgah Six dead. Since then, Pisgah High School has been closed to everyone, forgotten and abandoned for 37 years. Today marks the anniversary of their deaths and a group of friends from the new Pisgah High School (teasingly nicknamed PJ for Pisgah Jr.) want to celebrate their recent graduation by spending the night in the haunted high school. You are part of that group, adequately named the New Pisgah Six.
(Everyone is limited to one character, in hopes that everyone active on the site currently will join. If not everyone joins, I will fill in the remaining characters.)
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Where you plan to go for college: (College, City, State, keep in mind all local colleges should be located in NC even if made up)
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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 24.July.15, 10:39 PM | Message # 351 |
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| Raven smiled from her position on the ground. "Well if he's providing clothes, food, and everything free of charge. The trials must be really bad."
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 24.July.15, 10:40 PM | Message # 352 |
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| Mickey broke into loud laughter, holding her stomach as the image appeared in her mind. "Stop! That's gross!!" She laughed, punching Mac lightly in the arm. Garret was roaring with laughter across the room.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 24.July.15, 10:42 PM | Message # 353 |
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| (yeah lemme rewrite that)
Raven laughed along. After so many hours stuck in the tunnels and getting scared half to death, it felt great to laugh and let the tension go.
It's time.
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| Equinox | Date: Fr, 24.July.15, 11:11 PM | Message # 354 |
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| All I did was laugh with them. I always did fear killing a joke with my terrible ability to tell jokes, so I left it at that.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 24.July.15, 11:19 PM | Message # 355 |
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| "Okay okay, let's not make jokes at his expense before he ups the anty in these trials for it," Mickey said, wiping a tear from her eye. She looked at her bandage and peeled a little back to see that there were in fact no visible wounds. "No way..." She mumbled, unwrapping her left arm entirely. All the wounds and any traces of them were gone, not even scars were left. "It's all gone!" She unwrapped her right arm and then her legs. Even her ankle was healed.
Garret sat forward, peering in amazement. "What was that stuff??"
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 24.July.15, 11:23 PM | Message # 356 |
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| "It looked harmless." Raven looked up.
It's time.
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| Equinox | Date: Fr, 24.July.15, 11:48 PM | Message # 357 |
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| "I wouldn't say that." I said in reply to Raven's comment. "But it's a heck of a thing, that's for sure."
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 24.July.15, 11:54 PM | Message # 358 |
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| "Well whoever he is, he obviously doesn't want us dead..." Mickey said, running her finger over her healed hand.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 24.July.15, 11:56 PM | Message # 359 |
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| "Well he probably doesn't want us to die or it would be boring for him." Raven sighed.
It's time.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 0:52 AM | Message # 360 |
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I just stood off in the corner thinking.
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| Equinox | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 1:01 AM | Message # 361 |
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| I just idled around at this point. Nothing else to say, not sure what to do right now.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 1:11 AM | Message # 362 |
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| Garret stood. "Well, he said we'd be called to dinner soon, I vote we go to our rooms and freshen up and take some time to ourselves," he said, striding into the room that had had his name on the bedside table. His guitar was sitting on his bed.
Mickey stood and stumbled, still off balance from earlier but recovered quick. "I think that's a good idea."
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 1:14 AM | Message # 363 |
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| Raven stood up and nodded. It took a few tries to find her room, but once she did, she laid on her bed. What in the world is happening?
It's time.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 2:01 AM | Message # 364 |
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I walked into my Room, wishing I still had that Spear I took.
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| Equinox | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 1:33 PM | Message # 365 |
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| I went into my room, and took a look around.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 3:23 PM | Message # 366 |
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| Mickey stepped into her room and sat on her bed, looking around. What had...how...she put her head in her hands. She should have known bringing them to the school was a bad idea, she just wanted them to have an adventure before she left. She shook her head, taking a shaky breath. And what had she done? Gotten hurt and useless.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 4:12 PM | Message # 367 |
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| Mort wasn't really eating, he changed his clothes mostly because he smelled like literal shit...but...he wasn't talking...wasn't saying anything. He looked at Mickey and finally said something 'I'm so sorry...I did not know this was gonna happen"
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Equinox | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 5:51 PM | Message # 368 |
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| (Dillon, we're not eating yet mate, we went to our rooms to get cleaned up.)
I changed my shirt into a plain black shirt, and changed my jeans for more jeans. I made sure my hat was clean, and kept it on. No idea how I kept it on during our fall, run, and near death fight against a giant bird.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 7:30 PM | Message # 369 |
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| Crying wouldn't help the situation. She stood and stalked to the closet and jerked it open. She'd dress warmer this time. She pulled a black tshirt out of the closet and some jeans, slipping out of the still wet crop top and shorts. She pulled the clothes on and grabbed a jacket, sliding it over her arms. She shivered, remembering the cold and pulled some comfortable boots on as well. If anything she wouldn't be cold again.
Garret had changed into pretty much the same outfit and was laying in bed, plucking at his guitar.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 7:58 PM | Message # 370 |
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I looked in the closet and grabbed a thick tight long-sleeve T-shirt, an over shirt, a pair of jeans, and Steel toed boots. I shut the closet and opened up my satchel, grabbed my Olive Drab Trench Coat out of it and Leather fingerless gloves, then threw on the Trench Coat with the same flourish I always did.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 8:04 PM | Message # 371 |
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| Raven took a long shower, savoring the fact that the hot water soothe the aches and fears during the last few hours. With the water droplets drumming on her back, she relaxed and closed her eyes.
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Sa, 25.July.15, 11:50 PM | Message # 372 |
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| Mort was in pretty much the same outfit as he was before, minus the shit stains after a long bath. He looked at the landscape and sighed, if it wasn't so terrifying...this would actually be kind of cool.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 26.July.15, 1:21 AM | Message # 373 |
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| Mickey shut the closet slowly TAand whirled around, feeling a presence. On her bed reclined what she could only guess was the demon lord everyone was talking about. "You're the only one I haven't met yet, Miss Mickey, and you're the head of this whole crew." He sat up and Mickey backed up into the closet hard. "I am Emrys, Lord of uh whatever," he waved his hand. "Future Past Present I see it all, and you Mickey dear are so very intriguing. When were you going to tell everyone your tragic backstory? Poor adopted Mickey who watches her parents died and hopped foster home to foster home," Mickey was deathly pale at this point. "Sh...shut up..."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 26.July.15, 1:36 AM | Message # 374 |
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| Mort was walking to Mickey's room to apologize for this whole mess. This was all his fault...he read the damn book...he brought the damn book...
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 26.July.15, 10:30 AM | Message # 375 |
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| Emrys waved his hand and the lock on the door clicked. "Mickey, do you know how excited your foster parents are going to be when you don't come home? What a burden off there back it'll be?" Emrys laughed. "You spend your whole life being the people you've always wanted in your life but you've never had a true family...and now you've brought the closest thing you've got straight into hell," He stood striding over to Mickey, who was slumped against the closest now, trembling as she stared at her hands. Every fear, every sadness was welling up into her throat, locking her down. Emrys pulled her chin up to look at him. "Yes your travesty will be most exciting..." He vanished with a black swirl of smoke and Mickey slid to the floor. Useless, unwanted, useless, unwanted...
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