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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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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 7:23 PM | Message # 726

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Mickey fell quiet, watching. The entire crowd was silent with anticipation.

(You can fight as you please)

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 7:24 PM | Message # 727

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(Huh, always thought they were humanoid...guess I was wrong)

Mort clammed up after that, but he grew silent anyways because he was worried aobut Garret.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 7:27 PM | Message # 728

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(Nah, basilisk are snakeys. Harry Potter stuffies)

Raven turned to watch Mac, keeping her arm around Garret.

It's time.

Date: Th, 27.August.15, 7:39 PM | Message # 729

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I could hear it sliding across the stone now. Scale against stone makes a good scraping sound. I opened my eyes for one moment, using the pocket watch to quickly scan how large it's body was, and what part of it's body goes across the stone.

That's a good five, six feet there that can reach ahead of the stone it touches. It can't reach me from here, but I obviously can't reach it either. I closed my eyes again. Now's the time to look super cool and kill a giant serpent with my eyes closed. I started circling around it. Gotta condition it into a pattern, and I can manipulate it and finish it off quickly.

(Gotta eat, be back in 30 minutes tops)

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 8:03 PM | Message # 730

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Mickey peeked through her fingers at Mac. Please win...you can do this...

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 8:57 PM | Message # 731

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As I was circling opposite of it, I heard a thump rather close to me. I felt a chill run up my spine. this feeling...He has to be looking at me right now. How close is he-

A wave of warm air rushed across my whole body. That has to be the breath from his nose. His face is not far from me, but is it within stabbing range? Do I want to risk it? The answers are most likely yes and no. If I try to stab it and I miss, it might just eat me on the spot. If I open my eyes to check where it's at, I'm dead if he's right in front of me. Do I keep moving? Do I split to a different part of the arena? How do I predict an enemy with only two senses being useful right now? I can hear him, and feel the effects of him being close. I can't ask the others to tell me where he is, because all it takes is one movement of his head to kill them too.

Can I make it turn itself to stone? Use the pocket watch? I have to get a good angle on it, but it wont be easy. I can't just hold up the pocket watch, that's a good way to lose my arm. I have to hold it right in it's face. Right in front of it's eyes. Could one eye work? Side step a bite and hold it in front of it's eye? Maybe. No no, it's the whole gaze of it, not just one eye. What if I take out one of it's eyes? Then its entire gaze is the one eye. Just hold the pocket watch right in front of it's eye, and it'll turn to stone. Perfect. Now how am I going to do that?

It's moving again. Right towards me.

I start sprinting in the same circle on the left side of the arena, and I can hear it speed up to chase after me. It's faster than me. Now's the time. I readied my trident. I slowed down a bit. It stopped for a mere moment. It's going to strike, and so am I.

I turned a hard right and stabbed forward. I certainly hit it, because I got carried forward with it, throwing me forward. I lost grip of my trident and landed what felt like quite a few feet away from it. I ran straight for it now, opening the pocket watch and pointing it at where I think it is. I lowered my head to the ground, and opened my eyes. I slowly lifted them to see where it was. I could see blood on the ground near where it's head rested on the ground. I closed my eyes again, raised my head, and rushed for it's head. It's now or ever. As I got near where it should be, I took a big jump. My foot hit what I think was it's nostrils, and I tripped. I landed on a scaly surface. I have to be on top of it right now.

Unfortunately, it wasn't dead, and I'm not lucky enough for it to stay down. It quickly swung it's head into the air. I found my trident while grasping for anything at all, and as it reached it's pinnacle of height, I felt myself glide in the air for a moment, before coming down to collide with the hard scales of it's body. Now! I have to do it now!

It's head was swinging up and down now, and the trident was coming loose. From the sickening sliding sound it was making, it surely found the basilisk eye. I put the pocket watch forward, but it kept swinging. Up and down, up and down. Am I not in front of it, or is it not looking? It can't adjust it's gaze to look me in the eye now, now's my chance to look at it, as long as I don't look at it's eyes.

As I opened my eyes, I could see we were not far from the ceiling. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a large bulge of green scales. Was it's eyes... closed? Damn it, it's trying to protect itself from the stone spell!

I pulled myself forward with the trident, so I had my body entirely on it's head now. I kept the pocket watch aimed at it's eye, as I crawled right near it's eye and closed my own eyes. "OPEN UP!" I yelled as I used my downward momentum from one swing to kick it in the eyelid. I got off of it's eye and to the side, but it was still swinging. However, the hit to the eye prompted it to open it's eye to gain some air, and I held the pocket watch to it. My eyes were still closed, of course. Unfortunately, it was on the upswing, and I wasn't holding onto anything.

The basilisk turned to stone as I got flung up into the air. As I came down I landed back first on the stone nose of the head, pointed upwards to the air. All I could do in that moment was let loose all the air in my lungs as the searing pain in my back resided upon my rest at the nose. I had won, and I wasn't dead at least, but I certainly can't gloat about it right now.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 9:02 PM | Message # 732

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Raven kept her gaze on Mac. You can do this.

It's time.

Date: Th, 27.August.15, 9:03 PM | Message # 733

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Mickey couldn't breathe as she peaked through her fingers. It was feet from him. And they hadn't even seen the Minotaur yet...she glanced at the Demon King. What was he planning.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 9:16 PM | Message # 734

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(I actually went and edited the finish to it in my previous post. It took a bit of writing but I'm done. We can assume those are middle of the fight actions though.)

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 9:25 PM | Message # 735

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(O.O very long post)

Raven clapped as she was impressed. Wow...

It's time.

Date: Th, 27.August.15, 9:34 PM | Message # 736

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Mort whispered "Geezus who knew Mac could do that?"

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 9:41 PM | Message # 737

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I smiled and chuckled, "Knew he had it in him."

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 10:21 PM | Message # 738

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(Omg I'm so sorry my friend called)
Mickey smiled. "That was great!" She called but the arena went black. When the lights came up again, Mac was back in the stands and the rope had disappeared from around Mickey's ankles. She dropped fast, the scream dying on her lips when something grabbed her, forcing the air from her lungs. The Minotaur had her in his hands.

Garret gasped. He may not be able to hear but he could see. It was huge, bigger than the stories, and it looked pissed.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 10:26 PM | Message # 739

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Mort glared at the Demon King knowing that Micky was in bad shape.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 10:33 PM | Message # 740

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I stood up quickly, "Damn, I was expecting a team battle, this is bullshit!"

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 10:43 PM | Message # 741

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It laughed. It actually laughed. Mickey fought, twisting and turning to no avail. This wasn’t fair, everyone got a weapon, everyone got a starting chance; she was practically ripped from the air! The grip around her tightened and she panted, trying to get air out of her lungs so it didn’t hurt. Okay, this is going to be disgusting. You can do it Mickey, you can do it.

Mickey bit down hard on his hand. Blood filled her mouth and she spit it away, falling the rest of the way to the ground as the Minotaur let go. She hit hard but got up and started running. Get away and think. The Minotaur whirled and charged, his bellows shaking the cavern. Minotaur is half bull. Bulls are shit at turning. Mickey whirled around and stuck her tongue out at him. He headed straight for her. Wait in front of the wall…closer…closer….Mickey turned and dashed but he turned on a dime, following her.

Shit shit shit the Minotaur has gotten smarter rotting down here for thousands of years! New plan, new plan…she looked over her shoulder. Sharp and pointy horns…maybe there was a way to break one? No, stupid, it’s connected, but worth a shot. Mickey dashed close to the wall again, knowing he was right behind her. She leapt up and bounced off the wall, landing on his head. She grabbed one of his horns and shouted “PARKOUR!”

He head butted the wall, effectively delivering a nasty headache and getting Mickey off, but also snapping one of his horns off. Mickey stumbled, grasping the horn as the Minotaur wailed. His eyes were practically red at this point. “That’s right mother fucker,” She mumbled dazedly. She ran at him and he ran at her. At the last moment she wondered if Minotaurs’ had thick skulls as she pierced his head with the horn. He shoved her back against the wall, knocking her out and dislocating a few ribs but driving the horn deeper. With a last, mournful groan, he collapsed and disappeared. The Demon King stood, practically furious but hiding it behind a cold smile. “Very well done, you have passed your first trial! There will be a ball tonight in your honor, I hope you can make it.”

The Demon King disappeared along with the arena, leaving everyone standing around Mickey who was groggily waking up. “Oh yeah, you still have to find your way out!” The words drifted to them before leaving them alone in the cavern. Mickey coughed weakly, holding her side that was rapidly bruising. “Holy Fuck…I can’t...believe…that just…happened.” She groaned. Every breath was like binding pain and her side seemed almost caved in.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 10:50 PM | Message # 742

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(And no one cares at all Mac's spine is damaged from the fall, lol)

Looks like my spine is fine now I guess. He must have fixed it up with his magic shit. Just bear through the pain Mac.

"Great Job Mickey."

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 10:59 PM | Message # 743

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(Oh, I didn't catch I'm sorry sad

but that is what is happening. Most everyone was injured but they are healed enough to survive and get on with it, such as Scott's leg was mostly healed to just painful cuts and bruises, Mort's shoulder was mostly healed likewise, Garret will have some hearing damage but will return to about 75%, and Mickey's ribs are gonna pop back into place with this next post. Mac would've been heeled to the point where his spine was bruised and uncomfortable but not life alteringly damaged.)
Mickey closed her eyes and counted to three in her head, taking a deep breath. Three pops later she gasped, blinking back tears and sat up. "Thanks, you all were great too. I don't know why I had to be suspended like that. All it gave me was a killer headache."

Garret was trying to read lips. All her could hear was a dull ringing.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 11:03 PM | Message # 744

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(Yeah I edited the post immediately after to show it was healed, because I assumed that's what would happen. I just find it funny no one cared about his spine shattering fall)
"So we all doing good now? Can Garrett hear?" I said, stretching to readjust myself.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 11:05 PM | Message # 745

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"You did great Mickey!" Raven crouched beside her before looking around. They were going to have to stay together to get out.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 11:08 PM | Message # 746

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I look at Mac then turn to Garret and yell, "HEY FAGGOT, CAN YOU HEAR US?"

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 11:09 PM | Message # 747

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Mickey looked at Garret with her eyebrows raised and he shook his head. "No go on the hearing. I guess the goal is get out of here. How we do that though," she frowned. "The monsters came in through that tunnel from what I could see." She pointed behind her.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 11:11 PM | Message # 748

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"Well, guess I take point, cause I got the gun...Man, I shoulda grabbed a LMG." I say as I walk ahead of everyone.

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Date: Th, 27.August.15, 11:14 PM | Message # 749

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Mort walked to the Warhammer where he slayed the Werewolf and pulled the thing out and out of the guys head. He paused and said "Hey guys...should I be concerned that this guy bit me?"

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