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.