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NarutardDate: 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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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
RazDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:18 AM | Message # 1626
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(Well shit, look at that, I was right while posting.)

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RazDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:19 AM | Message # 1627
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I look at the King, "Yeah, what do ya want?"


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:23 AM | Message # 1628
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(Holy shit Naru I was joking!)

I love Spooky Crap :D
 
NarutardDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:24 AM | Message # 1629
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(HAHAHA don't underestimate the amount of torture I will put my characters through)
"Not what I want, but what do you want?"


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RazDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:26 AM | Message # 1630
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"Why do you ask?"


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:27 AM | Message # 1631
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(I'm now scared to ask if you want to have the Demon King punishing Mort being doing something bad to Jessie other than killing her because I want to keep her as a character)

I love Spooky Crap :D
 
NarutardDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:28 AM | Message # 1632
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"You're the one in my hair the least," he looked at Scott. "The least I could do is be a good host."

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RazDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:29 AM | Message # 1633
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"I'm also the one in most defiance of you, with the willpower to not fuck up and lose my patience."


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:31 AM | Message # 1634
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(So will you or do I have to go with plan cool

I love Spooky Crap :D
 
Dillon0909Date: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:31 AM | Message # 1635
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Plan B

I love Spooky Crap :D
 
NarutardDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:32 AM | Message # 1636
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( >:) )
The King inspected his nails, bored. "I see why you all loved Mickey so much," he said in an off handed comment. His lips quirked into a vicious smile.


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RazDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:33 AM | Message # 1637
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"Let me guess, you fucked her?" I said with a shrug and in a rather dismissive tone.


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Message edited by Raz - Sa, 12.September.15, 0:36 AM
 
NarutardDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:37 AM | Message # 1638
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The King returned the shrug. "What do you plan on doing?"

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RazDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:38 AM | Message # 1639
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"Obvious, taking your power, just haven't figured out how yet." I admit, no reason to not tell him.


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Ilovedogs2Date: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:39 AM | Message # 1640
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Raven moved around to find a spot to sit before her knees gave out.

It's time.
 
NarutardDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:39 AM | Message # 1641
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The King raised his eyebrows. "You will be an impressive opponent."

(I'll do it. Well. Make her Mickey's personal servant.)


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Ilovedogs2Date: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:40 AM | Message # 1642
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(lolwut?)

It's time.
 
NarutardDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:41 AM | Message # 1643
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Garret caught her. Now he would have two morphing demons to deal with. "Lay down, rest please," he whispered.

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RazDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:41 AM | Message # 1644
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"Maybe, I'm guessing that's also why you didn't turn me through a forced method like Rave and Mick, don't want to give me power to fight you?"


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NarutardDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:43 AM | Message # 1645
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"Oh I'm going to do everything to prevent you from getting more power than you have."

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RazDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:43 AM | Message # 1646
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I chuckled, "Good to know that I scare demons, hehe."


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NarutardDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:45 AM | Message # 1647
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The King stood. "We will not meet under the same circumstances next time." He disappeared.

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RazDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:46 AM | Message # 1648
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"Aww, and I was just having fun!" I yell into the air and laugh.


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Ilovedogs2Date: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:47 AM | Message # 1649
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Raven leaned on him, frowning. "B-but M-Mick-Mickey." She protested, although she wanted to just lay down and hoped this nightmare of a migraine could pass.

It's time.
 
NarutardDate: Sa, 12.September.15, 0:50 AM | Message # 1650
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"You won't be any help to her in this state, and neither will Mac."

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