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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: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:02 AM | Message # 1976 |
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| (Wow)
Raven blinked a couple times, listening in.
It's time.
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| Equinox | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:02 AM | Message # 1977 |
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| "Tch, I'm the reason she never came back. I'll come back if you tell me she asked for me, but I won't be otherwise. And if you lie to me, I'll leave and stay gone."
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:05 AM | Message # 1978 |
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| Garret was quiet but stepped aside. "Fine."
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:06 AM | Message # 1979 |
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I smile as I finish up patching up her legs then hugged her, "Thank you, I truly have been worried about you, we all have."
Persona Non Grata
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:08 AM | Message # 1980 |
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| Mickey put her head on his shoulder. "I have to face my own demons," she whispered.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:09 AM | Message # 1981 |
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| "Mac..." Raven paused, remembering that he didn't have his headset on. Dammit.
It's time.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:10 AM | Message # 1982 |
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"I understand." I say as I let her go and stand up then hold my hand out to help her up.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:11 AM | Message # 1983 |
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| Mickey took his hand and stood. "I guess you should let them know you caught me hmm?" She tapped her ear to signify his headset.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:14 AM | Message # 1984 |
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"Yeah." I turn on my headset again, "Target acquired, proceeding to extraction." I say blankly, I always reported as such.
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| Equinox | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:16 AM | Message # 1985 |
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| "And that's my cue." I disappeared in a upwards bolt, thunder sounding off in the distance moments later.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:16 AM | Message # 1986 |
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| Garret sighed. "Thank God. I'll meet you at the Jeep. Mac isn't returning with us," Garret replied. The gale winds died away and he jumped down to the ground, running to the entrance of the building.
Mickey bit her lip, the war of emotions returning.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:18 AM | Message # 1987 |
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| Raven held her head in her hands. They were all messes. "Roger that." She whispered.
It's time.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:21 AM | Message # 1988 |
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I turn off the mic again, "When will you run?"
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:23 AM | Message # 1989 |
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| "I don't know," she looked at him. "I was going to..going to let everyone see me."
Garret noticed Scott's mic was off. "Raven, as soon as she's in the building base is going on lock down. We don't let her out." He said quickly.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:26 AM | Message # 1990 |
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I put my Headset around my neck then start towards the Jeep.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:26 AM | Message # 1991 |
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| There was no response from Raven before she groaned. "We can't force her to stay. That's not right."
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 9:56 AM | Message # 1992 |
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| Garret sighed. "Just until she sees Mac." He turned and saw Mickey and almost sagged in relief. She was much skinnier and definitely looked like she hadn't slept much but it was Mickey. He approached her slowly.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 10:05 AM | Message # 1993 |
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I just walked past Garret and opened a door for Mickey, then got in the front seat.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 10:13 AM | Message # 1994 |
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| Mickey barely smiled, looking at Garret. She touched his hand as she walked past his but made no more effort to interact with him. She climbed into the back of the jeep and fell silent, looking at the floor.
Garret sighed quietly and got into the jeep. He knew it wasn't going to be easy at all. "Everyone buckled? Heading back Raven. See you soon."
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 10:17 AM | Message # 1995 |
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I pull out a cigarillo and look at it, right, shouldn't smoke with Mickey in the car, not like it can kill me though.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 10:25 AM | Message # 1996 |
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| Raven nodded and sat up
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 10:26 AM | Message # 1997 |
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| Mickey watched the trees fly by, fighting the urge to jump out and run. She could probably get away. They're not expecting it and Scott won't give chase. Mac left...it would be easy. Her heart throbbed. Why has he left?
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:26 PM | Message # 1998 |
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| "Damn it all" Mort said quietly "We were so close..." Suddenly only in his headset a loud screech was heard and Mort feel back "Gah!"
Jessie picked him up and said "The hell happened?"
"What?!" MOrt said, his ears ringing. "I think my head set just went...there was big screech!" He shouted.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:51 PM | Message # 1999 |
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| (Umm Dillon, they did get Mickey.)
It's time.
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| Equinox | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:59 PM | Message # 2000 |
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| (Plus, if they're all on the same radio channel, they hear what he hears, including sounds his headset may make.)
I sat against a fence, talking to my dad over the phone. He's been surprisingly understanding of me these last two years. I could always trust him with secrets. He kept my demon form secret until we went public with it, and he's supported me in doing this the whole way. He knows everything I remember from the incident in hell, and I always talk to him about these missions.
It's my way of spending time with him, even though I'm always busy. The others probably get annoyed with me constantly talking to my dad off-mission, but he's the only one I can really share problems like this with. He may not always have the answers, or fully understand, but between me talking about my job and my problems, and his job and his problems, it's the bonding time we never got when I was a kid.
He spends some of the money I send him monthly to run a program that involves church sects trying to find a way to save our souls. Maybe God will let us in anyway, but he and I both agree that we need to be sure. If there's a way for us to shed our demonic skin before we die, I'd like to find that way. The generic stuff doesn't work, some of them don't even hurt. Holy water is a gimmick that doesn't actually work, for example. Proper crosses hurt quite a bit however.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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