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Saturday, June 18, 2011
So, you know how there are versions of vampires? There's the Twilight version, classics, and the vampires from Van Helsing, the Marked series, Supernatural TV series, etc. Well, classics are corny, and I think someone ought to do them a little justice, perhaps with a little twist here and there. I probably won't get far with it, and probably won't use it in anything--probably--but I'm going to try to help create an image of what I think a true vampire ought to be.
A creature sits, nearly perfectly still, in the deepest shadows of a place. It waits in utter, eerie silence for prey to show it's face, with hardly a breath to move it. Its eyes flash, dimly, yet sharp somehow. Piercing. Unchanged human eyes wouldn't have caught such a subtle change, but another creature, the same, across a short way sees it, and knows that just a half a second after a young woman passes between them--then. Moving faster than lightning, the two creatures move just as silently to the woman, one gently placing a soft, cold hand on her shoulder. She stops dead in her tracks, all sounds of crunching leaves or snapping sticks ceasing with her. She forces herself to turn, each muscle bunching painfully as adrenaline shoots through her veins like sparks of electricity in a wire. Her eyes strain against themselves as they move faster than her head, and only get more sore when she pushes them farther, wanting to see the thing behind her, while her body shrieks to stay, or run. All she catches is a quiet flash of papery, pearly white skin, and dark, dark hair while the creature smiles, showing its long sharp teeth, venom dripping from the needle-fine tips and falling slowly down its chin, just like drool slips from a hungry dogs muzzle. It can feel the quickened thrumming of blood bursting through vessels, faster than hummingbird wing beats. The scent of adrenaline is gushing from the woman's lush, soft skin--a thick pheromone drifting out from her, and drawing the beast in, while it allows itself to pull closer and press its super sensitive nose close to the pulsing in her throat. The woman is frozen now, her whole body steel stiff, fear clutching at her stomach, pushing beads of sweat out across her forehead and temples--all over. The second evil creature lets its ice-cold hand slide down the woman's arm, while it, too, presses itself closer to her, feeling her heartbeat like a drum in her chest. The monster slows and stops its hand at her wrist, where it wraps its gentle fingers around her fragile arm, and pulls the warmth to its face, also enjoying the smell of fear in the woman. Finally, the fight reaction sparks in her, and she opens her mouth, drawing in a deep, filling breath to scream--but failing when a block of ice slaps over her mouth, and her struggles are absolutely useless against the impossible strength of the creatures on either side of her. Suddenly, with force, she can feel sharpness, piercing her neck and arm, breaking the skin and shooting forth a blazing pain--and both creatures press their teeth to the soft skin of their victim, feeling it part beneath their fangs, tasting the sweetness of her blood beginning to flow freely. Her struggles cause the blood to come more, spill faster, then... the feast begins.
The creatures become such hideous beasts, that neither can look on the other--both simply indulge in the taste of thick crimson liquid pouring down their throats, wasting only an occasional drop when some slips out to trickle down their wet chins, bloodying their commoners clothes. They allow themselves to breathe deeply, smelling, tasting, feeling, hearing her blood fill their mouths. She lets out a grunt, too weak to scream already, as the ripping pain tells her she's being drained. Her life force leaving her buckets at a time. The pain--the freezing, charring, crushing pain... It goes on, and on... but eventually, the woman's struggles weaken, and her life is forced to drain in stead of flowing freely. The beasts have to suck it out now, when her heart slows and her muscles lax, causing the fluids to stand static. The already dim lights are diminishing, fewer stars, a dimmer moon, and breath is more difficult now. She's dizzy, but the force of her heaving stomach is so weak, the fluids get caught in her throat, adding suffocation to her dying agony, burning her, setting her to a smolder. But the feeling leaves soon, and she's gone, the light that was once in her eyes missing now--but the demonic things sucking away the last drops of blood remain to cling to the pleasure, but feeling satisfied, they have a new gleam in their evil eyes. When she's empty, as white as they are, her hollow body hardly makes a sound as hits the ground, laying on it's final bed of wet leaves and stone. She lays, stilled, while the creatures stalk away to reenter their lair, underneath an ancient castle, close themselves into caskets and sleep away the day that harbors the blistering heat of the sun that they fear.
A creature sits, nearly perfectly still, in the deepest shadows of a place. It waits in utter, eerie silence for prey to show it's face, with hardly a breath to move it. Its eyes flash, dimly, yet sharp somehow. Piercing. Unchanged human eyes wouldn't have caught such a subtle change, but another creature, the same, across a short way sees it, and knows that just a half a second after a young woman passes between them--then. Moving faster than lightning, the two creatures move just as silently to the woman, one gently placing a soft, cold hand on her shoulder. She stops dead in her tracks, all sounds of crunching leaves or snapping sticks ceasing with her. She forces herself to turn, each muscle bunching painfully as adrenaline shoots through her veins like sparks of electricity in a wire. Her eyes strain against themselves as they move faster than her head, and only get more sore when she pushes them farther, wanting to see the thing behind her, while her body shrieks to stay, or run. All she catches is a quiet flash of papery, pearly white skin, and dark, dark hair while the creature smiles, showing its long sharp teeth, venom dripping from the needle-fine tips and falling slowly down its chin, just like drool slips from a hungry dogs muzzle. It can feel the quickened thrumming of blood bursting through vessels, faster than hummingbird wing beats. The scent of adrenaline is gushing from the woman's lush, soft skin--a thick pheromone drifting out from her, and drawing the beast in, while it allows itself to pull closer and press its super sensitive nose close to the pulsing in her throat. The woman is frozen now, her whole body steel stiff, fear clutching at her stomach, pushing beads of sweat out across her forehead and temples--all over. The second evil creature lets its ice-cold hand slide down the woman's arm, while it, too, presses itself closer to her, feeling her heartbeat like a drum in her chest. The monster slows and stops its hand at her wrist, where it wraps its gentle fingers around her fragile arm, and pulls the warmth to its face, also enjoying the smell of fear in the woman. Finally, the fight reaction sparks in her, and she opens her mouth, drawing in a deep, filling breath to scream--but failing when a block of ice slaps over her mouth, and her struggles are absolutely useless against the impossible strength of the creatures on either side of her. Suddenly, with force, she can feel sharpness, piercing her neck and arm, breaking the skin and shooting forth a blazing pain--and both creatures press their teeth to the soft skin of their victim, feeling it part beneath their fangs, tasting the sweetness of her blood beginning to flow freely. Her struggles cause the blood to come more, spill faster, then... the feast begins.
The creatures become such hideous beasts, that neither can look on the other--both simply indulge in the taste of thick crimson liquid pouring down their throats, wasting only an occasional drop when some slips out to trickle down their wet chins, bloodying their commoners clothes. They allow themselves to breathe deeply, smelling, tasting, feeling, hearing her blood fill their mouths. She lets out a grunt, too weak to scream already, as the ripping pain tells her she's being drained. Her life force leaving her buckets at a time. The pain--the freezing, charring, crushing pain... It goes on, and on... but eventually, the woman's struggles weaken, and her life is forced to drain in stead of flowing freely. The beasts have to suck it out now, when her heart slows and her muscles lax, causing the fluids to stand static. The already dim lights are diminishing, fewer stars, a dimmer moon, and breath is more difficult now. She's dizzy, but the force of her heaving stomach is so weak, the fluids get caught in her throat, adding suffocation to her dying agony, burning her, setting her to a smolder. But the feeling leaves soon, and she's gone, the light that was once in her eyes missing now--but the demonic things sucking away the last drops of blood remain to cling to the pleasure, but feeling satisfied, they have a new gleam in their evil eyes. When she's empty, as white as they are, her hollow body hardly makes a sound as hits the ground, laying on it's final bed of wet leaves and stone. She lays, stilled, while the creatures stalk away to reenter their lair, underneath an ancient castle, close themselves into caskets and sleep away the day that harbors the blistering heat of the sun that they fear.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
More from the Story.
"Gypsy! I'm sick of this!" Dai called across the hall. She started piling all of Gypsy's dish wear on the counter next to the sink. It dripped all of her soups and dressings, and there was even some putrid muck cascading out of a cup. That she didn't want to know about. But after a moment or two where Gypsy didn't respond, Dai said her name again, so sure she was at home. Still, though, nothing.
Dai peeked down the hall to Gypsy's room, where the door was closed. She started down there, a slight frustration underlying her curiosity. But as she went forward, she became more and more uncomfortable. She couldn't decide why--she'd walked down this hall more times than she could count and never felt like this, not even when she walked in on Gypsy... having a little fun, with one of her man-friends. But that wasn't on her mind as she continued down the hall, beginning to be just a little afraid, now.
A sound rolled through the house. It was such a low, loud pitch that she hardly heard it, so much as she felt it. She lost her balance slightly as a throbbing headache struck her, sending her toppling to the floor. Dai's shoulders fell forcefully into the wall, setting her neck is a sharp, uncomfortable position, and she let out a slight wail. This finally drew Gypsy out of her room, and she scrambled for her friend down the hall a ways. She looked a little panicked out of the corner of Dai's tunneling vision, and Dai though she caught a bit of guilt as well, but swore to herself she'd imagined it. Gypsy had never done a thing she was even a little ashamed or guilty about. She was shameless. But there wasn't really time to fully consider because the pain dragged Dai under, and she didn't resurface for a while.
Dai peeked down the hall to Gypsy's room, where the door was closed. She started down there, a slight frustration underlying her curiosity. But as she went forward, she became more and more uncomfortable. She couldn't decide why--she'd walked down this hall more times than she could count and never felt like this, not even when she walked in on Gypsy... having a little fun, with one of her man-friends. But that wasn't on her mind as she continued down the hall, beginning to be just a little afraid, now.
A sound rolled through the house. It was such a low, loud pitch that she hardly heard it, so much as she felt it. She lost her balance slightly as a throbbing headache struck her, sending her toppling to the floor. Dai's shoulders fell forcefully into the wall, setting her neck is a sharp, uncomfortable position, and she let out a slight wail. This finally drew Gypsy out of her room, and she scrambled for her friend down the hall a ways. She looked a little panicked out of the corner of Dai's tunneling vision, and Dai though she caught a bit of guilt as well, but swore to herself she'd imagined it. Gypsy had never done a thing she was even a little ashamed or guilty about. She was shameless. But there wasn't really time to fully consider because the pain dragged Dai under, and she didn't resurface for a while.
• • •
When she finally came back up, Dai was in her bed, a cold wet rag over her forehead. She moaned a little as she tried to sit back up, and found Gypsy looking blank next to her. Suddenly recalling what had happened, and the slightest look of guilt on her face, Dai shot Gypsy a harsh questioning look. Gypsy looked totally innocent. But just as Dai had known before--shameless. Most people would have questions upon waking from this sort of event, but when something was not her own, Dai had long since learned silence would earn her more on the matter, whatever it may have been. No questions now, she would learn in time.
"Wow. Ouch. I... hurt." Dai also hated stating the obvious, but it may not have been for Gypsy, next to her bed. The rag fell late after she sat up, and she moved it before it got her pants uncomfortably wet. Rubbing her temples, Dai tossed her legs over the side of the bed and leaned over, to prop herself up with her elbows. Her body needed time to adjust to the pull on her blood before standing fully, to let the full effects of gravity take hold. But even sitting for a while first, her head still throbbed madly, and her neck had the worst kink in it she had ever felt. It was as though something were pulling her neck apart, at the same time as smashing it all together, and twisting it in all the wrong directions every time she even tried to move it. It was murder.
After quite a while of sitting still, her head felt well enough to stand slowly, but once fully on her feet, it all went backwards, and Dai felt her stomach heave violently, the putrid taste of stomach fluids burned her throat and tongue. Glad to have something soft behind her, she reached back quickly to catch herself on the bed, but it wasn't there. Her palm struck the wood floor with a thud, and Gypsy sat there doing nothing! She didn't even move! Dai screeched when her radius bone basically shattered, and thrashed, sobbing, on the floor where her bed should have been. All the while, Gypsy never moved.
Now, Dai had questions. She and Gypsy had known each other since the beginning of junior high, and never once had left the other suffering this way. When Gypsy had sliced her knee open in Dai's mom's old van, Dai had dashed for a rag, then clung to her hand while the stitched were sewn in. Dai was ill once, and Gypsy had been there, ice, soup, and footrest in store the whole time. Never once had one suffered, and the other sat so still as Gypsy did now. The question in Dai's throat now, was a shriek "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Still sobbing, and ever sore now, Dai laid there on the floor for hours, until she fell asleep in the most uncomfortable position.
Dai's head popped up off the pillow. She sat up much faster this time, and her head only throbbed once or twice, and was much less sore than she remembered. She heard her best friend suck in a loud gasp near her, and looked over to see Gypsy, relieved, leaning over the bed a little. She placed her hands on either of Dai's cheeks gently, and looked her in the face. Dai grunted a little, noticing how empty her stomach was. But her hero, Gypsy, already had a warm bowl of noodles and broth on the bedside table. Dai crossed her legs, and sat on the bed while Gypsy got the breakfast-in-bed table for her to use.
They sat in silence for a while, then Gypsy asked Dai what she remembered. Upon attempt at recollection, Dai realized that she only remembered the loud low noise, and her dream. Or... she was sure it was just a dream. Everything went too wrong to be real, and Gypsy acted completely out of herself. That's what she kept telling herself, over and over again, at least...
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Another post that I don't know what to call
Hey :) well this is Katrina now. I added Saralouise to the blog because she's so freakin poetic. It's awesome. I mean, when you look at her, first thing you think is, POETIC. No joke. Quite inspiring, actually :). So I'm pretty much just posting to post. I don't got nothing to say about ghosts. Nothing has been happening...hmm. Maybe it left. Nah, it wouldn't leave. Ah well. Well see ya'll later!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Hi. (=
Hey, the is SaraLouise. Katrina and I are close friends, And she, being the saint and generous soul she is, is letting me write on her blog. (= I would do it on my own, but I feel like this is more appropriate, seeing as it will be a horror. ^_,^ I'm excited. Heh.
WELL. I have no idea what I'm actually going to write yet, but it will come together eventually in the end. Ish. I hope. But mostly it's just going to be scary. Which is my overall target. WIN. (=
Hmmm... I think I'll use Gypsy again. I feel like I don' write with her often enough, though I have written with her more than other characters. But Gypsy has became a little something special to me and is more a person now that just a character. She'll be easy to write for, but what I'll have difficulty with the story line. Bleh. But I think... we're dealing with... a banshee. (=
"Gypsy! I'm sick of this!" Dai called across the hall. She started piling all of Gypsy's dish wear on the counter next to the sink. It dripped all of her soups and dressings, and there was even some putrid muck cascading out of a cup. That she didn't want to know about. But after a moment or two where Gypsy didn't respond, Dai said her name again, so sure she was at home. Still, though, nothing.
Dai peeked down the hall to Gypsy's room, where the door was closed. She started down there, a slight frustration underlying her curiosity. But as she went forward, she became more and more uncomfortable. She couldn't decide why--she'd walked down this hall more times than she could count and never felt like this, not even when she walked in on Gypsy... having a little fun, with one of her man-friends. But that wasn't on her mind as she continued down the hall, beginning to be just a little afraid, now.
A sound rolled through the house. It was such a low, loud pitch that she hardly heard it, so much as she felt it. She lost her balance slightly as a throbbing headache struck her, sending her toppling to the floor. Dai's shoulders fell forcefully into the wall, setting her neck is a sharp, uncomfortable position, and she let out a slight wail. This finally drew Gypsy out of her room, and she scrambled for her friend down the hall a ways. She looked a little panicked out of the corner of Dai's tunneling vision, and Dai though she caught a bit of guilt as well, but swore to herself she'd imagined it. Gypsy had never done a thing she was even a little ashamed or guilty about. She was shameless. But there wasn't really time to fully consider because the pain dragged Dai under, and she didn't resurface for a while.
WELL. I have no idea what I'm actually going to write yet, but it will come together eventually in the end. Ish. I hope. But mostly it's just going to be scary. Which is my overall target. WIN. (=
Hmmm... I think I'll use Gypsy again. I feel like I don' write with her often enough, though I have written with her more than other characters. But Gypsy has became a little something special to me and is more a person now that just a character. She'll be easy to write for, but what I'll have difficulty with the story line. Bleh. But I think... we're dealing with... a banshee. (=
"Gypsy! I'm sick of this!" Dai called across the hall. She started piling all of Gypsy's dish wear on the counter next to the sink. It dripped all of her soups and dressings, and there was even some putrid muck cascading out of a cup. That she didn't want to know about. But after a moment or two where Gypsy didn't respond, Dai said her name again, so sure she was at home. Still, though, nothing.
Dai peeked down the hall to Gypsy's room, where the door was closed. She started down there, a slight frustration underlying her curiosity. But as she went forward, she became more and more uncomfortable. She couldn't decide why--she'd walked down this hall more times than she could count and never felt like this, not even when she walked in on Gypsy... having a little fun, with one of her man-friends. But that wasn't on her mind as she continued down the hall, beginning to be just a little afraid, now.
A sound rolled through the house. It was such a low, loud pitch that she hardly heard it, so much as she felt it. She lost her balance slightly as a throbbing headache struck her, sending her toppling to the floor. Dai's shoulders fell forcefully into the wall, setting her neck is a sharp, uncomfortable position, and she let out a slight wail. This finally drew Gypsy out of her room, and she scrambled for her friend down the hall a ways. She looked a little panicked out of the corner of Dai's tunneling vision, and Dai though she caught a bit of guilt as well, but swore to herself she'd imagined it. Gypsy had never done a thing she was even a little ashamed or guilty about. She was shameless. But there wasn't really time to fully consider because the pain dragged Dai under, and she didn't resurface for a while.
Monday, April 18, 2011
A crap load of new encounters
Oh man. Unlike the last two posts, I have paranormal encounters. So, this past week a took a little vacation. TO DOOM. Just kidding I actually just went to the beach. Anyway, while I was staying in my hotel, I noticed something really super weird about the bathroom. I don't know what it was, but I just really didn't like being in there. So, later, I was getting ready for bed and the door was shut and locked. Out of the blue, a corner of the little shower mat thing flipped up, then back down. I didn't have the hair blow dryer on, or even out. I was the only one in the bathroom, and there was no vent anywhere nearby. Explanation? None. It was definately Paranormal. How else could you explain that? I'm sure a skeptic would say, "a draft came from under the crack in the door and blew the corner of the mat up." Tell me how that is possible? You think I'm making this up? Okay, the only thing I have "made up" on this blog is the Halloween post with the pics. And that was a HALLOWEEN JOKE. Like I said. Okay, on to my next creepy encounter.
I was in my room in the depths of my creepy basement, and there was a thing of balloons in the corner. I was just reading and stuff like that, when out of the corner of my eye, one of the balloons shot down then back up, as if somebody had tugged on it. I walked over to it, because the balloons were under the vent, and I thought that might be it. Well the vent wasn't even on. HOW DO YOU FREAKING EXPLAIN THAT?! Tell me, please. HUMOR MEEE!!!!!. Yeah. It was creepy. Well thats all I've found but it really creeped me out. I guess you can't really consider two encounters a crap load, but trust me it was scary. I wrote them in my notebook :). Scary stuff, it is. Just remember, dont do anything stupid that might get you something you don't want. Demons don't just walk into your house, you invite them in. you might think that's fun, to have a haunted house. It's not at all. I don't believe I have demons in my house, considering I stay away from anything that could get me a demon in my house. Innocent lost spirits I think is what I've got. i don't even think having good ghosts is fun. Just think about BAD ONES. Err....that'd be a living nightmare..!!! Okay well I'm gonna go dye my hair purple or something, so have a good day. WHAT'S BEHIND YOU???!!!!!!!!!!
I was in my room in the depths of my creepy basement, and there was a thing of balloons in the corner. I was just reading and stuff like that, when out of the corner of my eye, one of the balloons shot down then back up, as if somebody had tugged on it. I walked over to it, because the balloons were under the vent, and I thought that might be it. Well the vent wasn't even on. HOW DO YOU FREAKING EXPLAIN THAT?! Tell me, please. HUMOR MEEE!!!!!. Yeah. It was creepy. Well thats all I've found but it really creeped me out. I guess you can't really consider two encounters a crap load, but trust me it was scary. I wrote them in my notebook :). Scary stuff, it is. Just remember, dont do anything stupid that might get you something you don't want. Demons don't just walk into your house, you invite them in. you might think that's fun, to have a haunted house. It's not at all. I don't believe I have demons in my house, considering I stay away from anything that could get me a demon in my house. Innocent lost spirits I think is what I've got. i don't even think having good ghosts is fun. Just think about BAD ONES. Err....that'd be a living nightmare..!!! Okay well I'm gonna go dye my hair purple or something, so have a good day. WHAT'S BEHIND YOU???!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Pretty scary stuff, eh?
Okay so I haven't blogged in awhile but I have THE MOST CREEPY paranormal expierience OF ALL THE CREEPY paranormal experiences!!! So here's how it goes; I was at an old park about ten minutes away from my house last Tuesday night watching my dad and some of his flying buddies (that's what he calls them) fly their LED light up night planes. I wasn't scared or looking for paranormal stuff when we got there, because just because something is old, does not mean it's haunted. He crashed one of his planes and asked me to go get it while he worked on his friends's plane. I said sure, although it was pretty far away and next to this eerie old wooden shed that was really big for a shed. I ran over to the plane, and I heard a clear whisper in my ear that said, "Oliver," in a distressed tone. Right after that, I heard footsteps running away from me and looked to my right and saw what looked like two apparations running to the trees. They were glowing white. I quickly ran back to where my dad was, and began to feel really sad like someone had just died in front of me. Could this be the spirit's presence? I think so, they can make you feel sad, mad, etc. Then I was standing by the car and this overwhelming feeling like somebody was staring at me occured. So overwhelming in fact, that I had to get out of there. After we drove home, I reviewed everything that had just happened and wrote it in my Paranormal Recording Book. It was BEYOND creepy and I know what I saw and what I saw was not just in my mind. What I heard was crystal clear like a regular person whispering in my ear. It was creepy and almost disturbing. But it makes me feel sad when I heard the voice sound so distressed and worn out. So in conclusion, I think i'm going to be making a return to that park this summer for an investigation with some of my friends XD. Are you still a sceptic? Then join us, I dare you!
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