The World Within Our Own, we will shatter all you thought you knew~ Options

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This will be a fiction story made up by me and Katie, plus anyone else who we accept. It will involve the paranormal, I.E., apparitions, extra terrestrials, and those things that you just cant explain. It will begin shortly. If you want to join, PM me or Katie a paragraph that you think will scare us out of our pants. :B (Or, you know, just write a really good paragraph that involves something scary :D)
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Story 1 -- Seeing Is Believing

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A young girl and her family of 3 moves to a small ghost town. The girl, Kember witnesses strange events happening in her new house. Is there something wrong with her? Or does the house have a dark history, waiting to be uncovered?

[Hasfusel]

Part 2: Fear and Doubt

Kember sat down on her new bed with a thud. She couldn't remember how she got into her room, but she remembered crying. I hate this place, she thought. I hate it.
She put her head in her arms, and moaned. What her mother had been thinking, or rather, drinking, that had posessed her to buy this dirty old house, she'd never know. Tori and Kyra didn't seem to like it much, either. Who would? The place might once have been nice, but it seemed that it's previous inhabitant had neglected it badly enough to make it a criminal offense. It was disgusting.
Tears trickling down her face, Kember looked round her room. Drab, moth-eaten curtains hiding a dirty, grime-encrusted window. A small wooden table, with her diary and a little radio on it. Her bed, just big enough for two people to lie side-by-side. At least I won't have to share with anybody, she thought. Tori and Kyra will have to put up with each other's snoring every night.
There were old cobwebs in every corner of the room. The only housework that could be done here would be done with a large vacuum-cleaner, or better yet, a match and some petrol.
Kember sighed, lay down on her bed - and froze. "Kember..."
Her heart seemed to stop as the memory of the body, soaked in blood, flashed through her mind unbidden. "Wh-who's there?" she asked, trembling.
"Why... don't you know me?"
The voice seemed to be coming from all directions at once. Kember gave a little shriek and dived under her covers. There were footsteps, coming from above. The old attic. But the attic was locked, and the previous inhabitant of this ghastly house had lost the key...
"Come out, Kember. I want to talk to you. Don't be scared."
The footsteps
"Kember..."
seemed to be coming from outside her room now. She whimpered at the horrible vision of the mutilated body of the girl, standing outside her room, naked except for her own blood, which was trickling down her. Kember knew that if she looked down at the door, there would be a pool of blood coming from underneath, staining, reaching, corrupting...
"Kember?" Tori's voice, loud and bossy, like a beacon of reality in the flood of darkness. "Get out here now. There are suitcases that need unpacking."
Hesitantly, Kember got up. No pool of blood from under the door. No footsteps from above. Moaning with relief, she ran over to the door, opened it, and hugged her sister, who shouted with angry surprise. "What the... GET... OFF... ME!"

That night, Kember racked her brain trying to come up with an explanation for the voice, but she couldn't find one.
Thunder rumbled outside as the storm began.