The Nightmare Club >:]

spirithawk • 26 August 2012 at 7:08 PM

@pirateseaz I'll have to pass on this one. I would enter but I do horribly when it comes to scary things. >.<

snowrosehell • 26 August 2012 at 9:38 PM

@nightmare - Whyyy? xD

nightmare • 26 August 2012 at 9:41 PM

@SnowRoseHell Need I List A Reason?

Because I am your Worst Nightmare.

...

And that is why.

seaangel • 26 August 2012 at 9:48 PM

Hey guys, know this is not related to the conversation right now, BUT I shall share it with you anyway.


Okay, well several people in my school say that my English teacher who just moved to my town is some kind of monster, like Dracula I guess. Well, he does appear to be that way, but I won't believe it until I see it. Anyone else want join in?

lexicon • 26 August 2012 at 9:58 PM

@seaangel Lol, that seems pretty cool. What exactly does he do that is monster-like?

seaangel • 26 August 2012 at 10:01 PM

@kimichanx3

A kid said that his(?) cousin went to the school he taught at and said that her(?) friend went to go for detention and was supervising and never returned out. 😱

bunnyshadow • 26 August 2012 at 10:02 PM

@seaangel That's ... um.. (no offense) stupidn she had to have come out some time xD

seaangel • 26 August 2012 at 10:04 PM

@bunnyshadow

I know, that's what I'm thinking. Again, I said that I won't believe it until I see it. At least someone agrees with me!

lexicon • 26 August 2012 at 10:12 PM

@seaangel Well, in the 5th grade, it was rumored that the girl's bathroom on the 5th floor was haunted 😱 One of the toilets always overflowed and you could here footsteps walking on the water and when you go in... there is no one there. I heard it myself oO.

snowrosehell • 27 August 2012 at 1:07 AM

@nightmare - Nehhh... I don't have any nightmares! 😋

nightmare • 31 August 2012 at 11:20 PM

@SnowRoseHell Watch your back. 😈

jupiter_hollow • 31 August 2012 at 11:33 PM

@nightmare @bunnyshadow Since Pirateseaz is offline, wanna ask, do the poems need to rhyme? =o

bunnyshadow • 31 August 2012 at 11:36 PM

@Jupiter_hollow Oh. I think it's over. I won. :X *points at ghosty in cove*

jupiter_hollow • 31 August 2012 at 11:42 PM

@bunnyshadow WHAT? D; But I just made a poem! It took me so long to think of it! TT-TT What was your poem?

syndrome • 1 September 2012 at 7:41 AM

@jupiter_hollow

Winning Poem: Life and Death, Night and Day
By : Bunnyshadow

Shadows dancing like lost souls
Their time has come to take it's toll
Black as silver as white light
White as pale as gray moonlight

Evil smiles at it's face
Dancing amidst blood red lace
Fangs biting at your mind
Soldiers dying, so to find

The midnight sky shines as one
Claws at one eating sun
Horns scraping through the wall
Blood shining at it's call

Evil menace always bites
Rotted thieves have no rights
Graveyards filled with ghastly ghouls
Houses home to stony skulls

Nightmare Stallion's flaming mane
Hellish wolf writhes in pain
Cellar of one deathly home
Bloodied men, there they roam

Missing arms, legs, heads and feet
Loosing portions of their meat
There they lay by reaper's scythe
Monsters stealing drops of life

Down below the ground in Hell
Tortured souls eternally fell
Heartless beasts move as one
Biting at one endless sun

Knives protrude from spindly fists
Names written on demon's lists
Monstrous snakes of helpless plea
Nonsense waiting to be set free

Glowing circles of endless hates
Glaring devils sealing fates
Frozen orbs of crackling night
Opposed by darkness of bright light

Sunlight streams through the clouds of sky
Gone it goes, the life of lie
Love spins from the flaming realm
Fear cries of overwhelm

It will come again.
Death dies Life lives.
The sphere of night and day continues on, once more.

jupiter_hollow • 1 September 2012 at 7:46 AM

@pirateseaz Alrighty, thanks. ^^ How long did the contest go on? o.o I found out about it yesterday. XD

And the next story writing or poem writing? ^^" I'm excited to find out what it is. 😋

syndrome • 1 September 2012 at 6:02 PM

@asi
@colette
@goku


Gather round' for the campfire stories suggested by @jupiter_hollow You can tell your favorite spookys stories and legends from your area, or anywhere else 😊

goku • 1 September 2012 at 6:06 PM

@pirateseaz

-Uses mah Moderation to tranport here-

O>o Oooh! Storahs!😋

I'll enter!😊

bunnyshadow • 1 September 2012 at 6:08 PM

@pirateseaz NUUUUU D: NOT MY POEM. :c


ooooo. story 😃

syndrome • 1 September 2012 at 6:08 PM

@goku Yay, they can by made up, or real legends that you know!

mib666666 • 1 September 2012 at 6:11 PM

i am joining 😊 but i will not look at the art. sorry

nightmare • 1 September 2012 at 6:12 PM

~* Nails *~


They say that the hour of three A.M. is the time when spirits can become active, and I?m sure of that. My apartment was always a little too quiet for one in the city, especially at night. No drunk shouting in the street at that time, no sound of car horns and alarms could penetrate the dark at that particular hour. It's like my apartment was high on a platform, surrounded only by a dense fog that the sharpest of hawk eyes couldn't penetrate. I was usually attempting to sleep at that time, after bleaching my skin in the pure electric light of my computer screen. Emphasis on the phrase attempting, because from that stems this tale. I advise you, if you've been here long enough to find it, you'll soon discover of what I?m talking about. I should really tell you anyway, just so you know you?re not insane. I know I'm not.
Every night for the past four months that I decided to make this apartment my home, a strange sound would pierce the strange blur that surrounded my home? or maybe just my mind. I have searched the apartment many times for it, but behind the hollow-sounding ivory walls and hard pine floors, I couldn't find any source. The sound, at first, was like scratching. If you have fingernails, drag them along a table. Like that. It was slow, and every time I heard it, I froze up. It wasn't as dramatic as anything like ghostly moaning or anything like that, but it still scared me so much I reverted back to childhood and stuck my head under the blanket.

bunnyshadow • 1 September 2012 at 6:13 PM

During the day I worked at what could possibly be the most boring place on earth, a factory that stamped out cans. They didn?t even need workers, but I really didn?t care. It paid the bills, and getting to sit around until someone needed help fixing a machine wasn?t too bad. I sort of miss it. There was always something bad happening though; in retrospect, I feel as though it was following me. For instance, a man?s hand ended up being caught in the stamping machine under a sheet of aluminum. The crunch was sickening, it sounded like a dog chewing upon a bone. That same splintering sound.

Every night, I would retire from this slightly gory boredom to my apartment, back to my beloved computer. The cycle was always the same. Work, computer, scratching sound. I never really thought to ask anyone about it, I would usually forget about it by morning.

But one day I didn?t. I sat there in my folding chair at work, surrounded by the drab, bleak grey concrete walls, a long ignored cigarette that was gradually becoming one trembling tower of ashes in my grasp, trying to think of a way to discover whatever this thing was. Why wouldn?t I just follow it? Get my nerves together and find the continual source of fear for me. It made me cold just at the thought, but I knew I had to do it.

So that night, I turned off the computer as usual, but then took one extra step. I grabbed a flashlight.

syndrome • 1 September 2012 at 6:14 PM

@nightmare Is that true? O.O If so, bravo. If not, still bravo xD

@goku
@bunnyshadow

nightmare • 1 September 2012 at 6:15 PM

It would be faster than dashing across the room to my light switch. It could even be mice, I thought to myself as I slipped into bed, wearing the hero?s garb of any sleepy man; a pair of boxers and socks. At least if I ran crying out of the building, a few people could get a laugh.

The clock slowly began to head towards three o'clock. My heart began to pound nervously. Like a sword I held the turned-off flashlight to my bare chest. The necklace around my neck felt strangely cold, even though I had at least three comforters on. Oh, the joys of a particularly cold winter. Closing my eyes, I heard the scratching. Slowly it got louder. My hand began to shake, but I kept my eyes shut. Why wasn't I turning on the light? Why wasn't I looking? Because there was a new sound. A tinkling, strange shaking, like a maraca full of metal instead of beans or beads.

A loud thunk against my door made me leap up. Turning on the flashlight, I managed to run to the light switch and flick it on as well. With an icy, trembling hand, I opened the door.

What I saw will never leave my mind. There was the source of my fear, the thing that had somehow invaded my home. An oddly small, waif-like creature, like a starving child with skin that was too pale. It was like a corpse dropped in water, for its skin was tinged with blue. Every vein was visible. Oh, how I wanted to gag at the sight. But it gets worse.

bunnyshadow • 1 September 2012 at 6:16 PM

Strategically placed in this demented creature's flesh, long metal nails were embedded. Through the tips of its fingers and toes, sticking out of its neck and shoulders, down its chest and out of its eyes. They were everywhere.How loudly I screamed, I didn't know. Would anyone hear it through the fog surrounding my house? Would I hear it? I couldn't stop staring. The dried, cracking blood against that decaying flesh brought up my earlier meal, and a gushing hot river of vomit poured out of my mouth onto the ground.

I backed up as the creature took a step. Its lank hair was missing in chunks, and as it stepped closer, its feet dragged upon the floor, the nails in them making?a scratching sound. Why I had to keep my room in a state of continual chaos, I don't know, but the mess was astounding. Of course I fell. Scrambling back, I stared in horror at the dead thing.

It didn't move right, I realized. It didn't just walk. Its motions were snappy and disjointed, and one foot dragged behind it while the other advanced towards me. In its hand, there was a heavy, rusted hammer, dripping with what I hope was water. It was slightly rust-colored. I couldn?t bear to see it, but in the other, there was a plastic grocery bag that sagged and poked out with the weight within it, like if someone hung a porcupine from a diaper.

nightmare • 1 September 2012 at 6:16 PM

I felt the wall against my back. The creature moved forward; I was paralyzed with fear at the sight of it. It was so grotesque. In front of me, it stopped. I noticed the puncture marks upon its tiny calves where the nails were, and I felt a strange sense of pity.

The bag in its hand split a little, and the sight of what was within made me let out an audible, and most likely bile-scented groan. A nail jutted out. I cried out loudly as the thing pounced upon me, as I felt the first nail go into my eye, it was worse. Through the blood blocking my vision, I could see its tiny mouth pull back in a widely-toothed smile, the nails in its lips making them split and gush rotten black blood down onto me. I moaned in pain again as another nail entered my second eye. Blindly I swatted, but it was to no avail. Perhaps it would be over soon. Perhaps death would be better than being tormented by this rotten thing. But still, the nails entered. Still I cried out loudly, especially when I was dragged. I couldn?t see where, but [yeep], it hurt.

It?s gone now, the nailed child. I don?t know where it went, but I know somewhere, it will be coming out at three o?clock. And so will I.

I think you ought to check your clock, because it looks like this bag in my hand is about to split.

I'm so excited to see you.

bunnyshadow • 1 September 2012 at 6:19 PM

@pirateseaz You ruined the 5 post story. xD

jupiter_hollow • 1 September 2012 at 6:21 PM

@onyx @bunnyshadow seaangel @asi

Gather 'round my dear ghouls and witches. Time for Big Bad Jupe's storytelling. =u=

Bloody Mary: Now, I know that there are many urban legends about her, but in my small town - Montana, a rumour surfaced that she was real.

It happened in the flat opposite from where I live. I was out with my mom shopping and we came back to police cars and ambulances on our street. Now, the look was terrifying. A woman, whom I had seen before, had thrown herself from the roof of the building. There were teeth everywhere, blood splattered on the pavement. Nobody was surprised. That woman was weird. She always wore black and the whole neighborhood knew that her husband had cheated on her with another and she was depressed so sooner or later this was going to happen.

Recently, a news report explained the case - she hadn't only thrown hersef. She'd been strangled and had many many cuts on her entire body. We call her the Bloody Mary Case because her name was Mariq and she was never seen out.

syndrome • 1 September 2012 at 6:24 PM

@bunnyshadow Did you write that, or did you find it online? O.O