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

[FarmerChic]

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)
Thank you. :]
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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?

[Saffy]

I'd like to find out more information, but it does sound interesting.

[Hasfusel]

This sounds interesting. *blank look*

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[FarmerChic]

FRO RLY.
We still need to plan it out a bit more. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/lalaexdee.gif)
Me and Katie were having fun telling each other ghost stories and she was telling me this one that made me inspired. :'D
We'll probably have a compilation of stories. We'll probably just pick a topic then wing it. D:

[Katie]

Yeah, we were totally just telling about experiences and I was making one up as I went along and FC was all "OH, I WANNA MAKE A TOPIC, LULZ." So, she did. :D

And then we watched freaky alien videos for a while and I slept. BD

But on the seeerious end: Yesss, FC and I need to take affirmative action and plan this out more, then we shall be back.

[Katie]

Double Post because I'm naughty. Or, because I'm starting our first tale, one of children's fables that are taken too far. Sit back and enjoy as Farmerchic and I recite for you the tale of a little Texas girl that comes face-to-face with fear itself.

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Seeing Is Believing.
By Katie & Farmerchic.

Part 1: Homesick.

Kember didn't know if she missed her old house or was simply sick of home. Or whatever kind of home you cared to call Kember's family of four. This consisted of herself and her two older siblings, twin girls–Tori & Kyra–and their dead-beat mother who'd had more tastes of sangria than Jack Daniels himself. Even now, in the right hand of that middle-aged woman was a scuffed can of beer, hot in the late summer swell of Tornado Alley. Her other hand was gripped around the leather steering wheel of the family Suburban, one of the more pricier investments she had ever chosen to make, financial wise, that is.

In the backseat, Kember looked out through the dust-covered window, blinking as almost Martian landscapes whipped by as they barreled down the Texas highway. Tori twisted in her front seat to chatter with Kyra about whatever fifteen year olds did, cackling and making faces at one another. At least they're to themselves, for once. Kember thought this to herself miserably, solemnly glad they weren't turned on her, finding amusement in bullying and teasing her.

Their mother swerved to right herself on the road, singing to some old Hank Williams Jr. song on the radio in her dying-cat howl of a voice. The vehicle rocked as her hand slid drunkenly from 12 o' clock to nine to four on the wheel, as if taking pleasure in jumping all about the road. Luckily, no other cars were in sight of them, only the occasional eighteen wheeler droning past them and stirring up dust clouds that would sift through the cracked windows of the car. Sighing through her button nose with a cringe, Kember looked down from her window into her lap where a hard-cover book lay sadly, unopened.

The girl flipped a few pages, then shut its cover again, knowing quite well her mother had just thrown the book at her, screeching something about learning to read before she made her learn. She could read just fine, but she doubted that Charles Dickens' Great Expectations would make a lick of sense. And so, her eyes glittered up at the dry, barren land all around, blinking away images of her old home and little friends.

But all that was gone now––now they were headed to Texas, and they weren't inclined in turning back to go home. Home was where their father was, whoever he actually was, since their mother always seemed to go and meet him just to come back with a bruise or worse on her arms or face. The girls had never seen hide nor hair of the man and now doubted they ever would. But the car heaved a groan as the mother pulled a sharp turn off the highway, onto a thin road that was unmarked by signs or paint. Kember mentally groaned, thinking something about how they had gone from some slums in suburbia to the most rural place on Earth.

And yet, as the rocking Suburban pulled into another back road towards rows of littered farmhouses and ranches, all with broken windows and half-open doors hanging on rotten hinges, Kember couldn't help but feel… uneasy. Sick. But her sisters didn't seem to care–instead, they howled and cat-called, ready for their new home, to start something new in this dust bowl. Her mother cawed louder at the radio, cursing at the announcer to shut his big mouth and play more music, sucking at the lip of her can, barely watching the road. Looking in the rearview, she grumbled loudly for us to shut up, that all the noise was giving her a migraine.

I doubt it's the talking; your BAC is probably a noteable cause. Kember rolled her eyes and sunk into her seat, seatbelt itching her neck uncomfortably. Her eyes stuck to the headrest of Tori's seat, suddenly not wanting to watch the houses pass. For some odd reason, they unsettled her, and as the car slowed to turn into a dirt-covered drive at the end of the road, Kember felt even more sick now that they'd arrived home.

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[FarmerChic]

Kember sluggishly ambled up the creaky, molded porch stairs. The deteriorating brown paint was chipped, and fluttered to the ground after every step. There was a foul odor lingering in the air, something of an amalgamation of wet garbage and stale beer. She loathsomely grabbed ahold of the broken, silver handle and slowly opened the door, as if she was almost terrified of what she might see on the other side. It wasn't as bad as she thought it'd be; it was bad, but not terrible.

The floor was made of a flowery ceramic tile, ridden with mildew and small creepy crawlies. Mud footprints were still visible from whoever lived in the house before, and mice quickly scattered to opposite sides of the room. The wallpaper, a rotten cheesy yellow, it was obviously drawn by a lazy artist, as it bore a three legged horse. There was nothing but a ratty, old couch in the living area, seemingly recycled from old newspaper and plaid shirts worn by elderly men.

Kember groaned in repugnance of the house, every thought consumed of the sheer horror of having to live in this pile of wood. "Hey Kember, you'll fit in with this house just fine! You're both disgusting and no one likes you!" laughed Kyra, rustling her sisters dry, brown hair. Kember's mother staggered in the room, holding on to her alcohol like it was dear life. "Seee, this house'll be fiiine... *burp*" slurred the mother.

Kember let out a sigh, and tried to look on the bright side. She had a fresh start, and plenty of things to discover in the new town. She wandered through the filth infested house, searching for a room suitable for her to sleep in. Kember passed by a part of the hallway, where a broken mirror lay in shattered, glimmering shards of light. Kember ignored it, thinking that someone just must've been clumsy, and let a mirror fall to the floor.

Kember continued to look through every doorway, and peer around every corner. At the very end of the hallway, there was a room on the left side, that gave a mysterious red reflection onto the dirty, white tile. She perplexedly crept toward the door, imagining as to what could be on the other side. She stood firm in the crimson light, and she gazed at the horror her eyes were witnessing. In the bathroom, was a body of a girl, head hanging down, raven black hair blocking her face, and dripping scarlet blood into a pool surrounding her. Her mind couldn't process what she was seeing.

She blinked for a split second, and there Kember stood, at the end of the hallway. There was no pool of blood, no ominous light illuminating her pale skin. She squeezed her eyes shut and quickly shook her head, trying to test her sanity. "Get yourself together, Kember..." she thought to herself.



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[Katie]

Part 3 to come as soon as my muse returns--will edit this post. Sorry FC. Dx

[FarmerChic]

You silly goose, you. :3

[Lunchbox]

I LOVE it!!!
I like dead bodies, blood, and hallucinating.
...sadly the houses you described sound like my neighborhood. :O
Onward, Katie and FC! Onward!

[FarmerChic]

Sorry to anyone who was actually reading this, but I'm not sure where this is going. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/lalaexdee.gif)
Katie is like, dead. :P Perhaps if I find someone else who wants to help, I'll continue. I know Hasfusel was interested. DX

[Hasfusel]

*pops up like a Van-in-the-box*

Hello!
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[FarmerChic]

So would you be willing to halp? (IMG:style_emoticons/default/lalaexdee.gif)

[Hasfusel]

Yeah. But I'm warning you, it'll chill both your soul and all the drinks in your cabinet. Yep. That scary. (IMG:http://www.fogu.com/hm6/img/chan3/villagers/muku_m9.png)

[FarmerChic]

Okay. My house is ridiculously hot anyways. D:

[Hasfusel]

So, when do we start? PM me with more information, or I'll kill you with my ridiculous Sprite Station references.

[Hasfusel]

I said NAO!!!!1!!!1!11!! (IMG:http://www.fogu.com/hm6/img/chan3/villagers/witch_m5000.png)

[FarmerChic]

Oh. Sorreh. I died for a bit. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/weirdsmile.gif)

[FarmerChic]

Part 1 - Continued- Enjoy! :)

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Kember's conciousness had seemed to catch up with her, dark shadows of grey slithered out of the corners of her eyes, while cold blood rushed down from her head to the soles of her feet. Kember never really cared for the paranormal, usually brushing anything unusual or eerie off her shoulders and tried to think of a logical explanation. "It must be... All of this- this stress. That's all." she reassured herself, the words slowly echoing in the back of her mind.

"Kids! I'm goin' out. I'll leave the car here, so make yer'selves useful and unpack a few things, will ya'?" yelled their mother, already rushing to see what sort of hillbilly liquer they might have in the town. Tori and Kyra cackled simultaneously, "You heard the woman Kember! Give yourself a purpose and unpack our stuff!" Kember's previous positivity quickly escaped her tight grasp, she knew that if she didn't unpack, her mother would return would unleash her drunken wrath, and if she did unpack, she would have to unpack. She sighed a crestfallen breath, and decided that she may as well do something to kill time.

Her light steps gently sounded through the quiet hallway, the steady rhythm only interrupted by the creaking of the stained, putrid hardwood floor. Kember didn't notice the floor she was walking on, mainly just wanting to free herself from the rancid stench of the house. Suddenly, a shard of the shattered mirror pierced it's way through Kember's discount, blue dress shoe, It happened in a split second, as if it were in a movie. The light from the desert sun gleamed onto the glass fragement, as a drip of ruby streamed down the sharp mirror. Kember took in a shallow breath, and a cold rush of wind sent a glacial shiver down her spine. The caliginous shadows from the back of her mind crawled back into her eyesight, and she felt a clement drop of scarlet liquid slide out of both her eyes. Kember looked at her arms, blackened, they decomposed and evanesced in front of her eyes. Finally, she let out an earsplittingly loud shriek, terrified of what in the heck was going on. "Why in the world are you screaming?" groaned Kyra, looking at her sister in disarray. "What's going on?! Kyra! Help me!" "What are you blubbering abou-" She stopped, noticing the small puddle of blood encompassing Kember's left foot. "Oh, you stepped on the mirror? Jesus Kember, how stupid can one person be?" Kyra said, before turning around to look for a paper towel of some sort. Kember's dark hazel eyes, still opened wide with salty tears drizzling down, once again caught the realization that it must have all been in her head. Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach, as she tried to find out her current mental state. After about two and a half minutes of standing in complete stillness, she was still undecided.
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End Of Part 1.



Hope that wasn't too bad. I got stuck in places, and didn't really know what to do half the time. And now, it's 4:17am, so I'm gonna go lie down in my bed and wake up tomorrow the the screeching feral noises my sister likes to call singing. :)

[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.