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asgardeventide2012-09-02 02:24 pm
playerkills) wrote in asgardeventide2012-09-02 02:24 pm
006 ☾ voice
[ Obon had already passed by the looks of the seasons, but that doesn't stop some people from celebrating it and doing something remotely related to the summer season. Normals always told their friends ghost stories around this time of the year, so some practice will do her good. It isn't often that this particular deep, spooky voice crops up on the network, but the time she chose was a particularly quiet one in the evening. Those who know her will be able to discern its owner - Yozora. This gloomy tone is the one she usually speaks with, but it sets the mood perfectly. ]
The end of summer, the start of fall. It is during these two seasons that the world pays its respects to the spirits of the afterlife. I wouldn't say that those of this ethereal plane are above us, figuratively speaking. Yet for many generations, haven't humans always been most afraid of what they don't know? Strange occurrences that cannot be explained, - it's almost laughable how these mysteries hold so much power over us.
[ She cackles, and she didn't even need to practice two hours to perfect it. There is nothing but silence that follows. ]
What if I told you they were true? Just because we cannot comprehend these happenings doesn't allow us to simply dismiss them. Although belief is waning, tradition remains strong. There must be a reason behind it all, don't you agree?
Well then, shall we revive that tradition tonight?
I heard this from a local in the Baldr district. It happened long before the disease spread, when the city still had its color...
The protagonist of this story is... let's call her K. She had a friend - we'll call her M. K and M were the best of friends ever since they met by the lake at Gefion Park. Since then, they would do everything together, and they easily got along because they liked the same things. However, there came a time when they also liked the same boy. Fron that point onward, it was clear that their friendship wasn't going to last forever. Now, K was an outgoing girl who had many friends. M, on the other hand, was very timid. K took advantage of this and bullied M without hesitation or remorse. Libel, slander, the looks of disgust on everyone's faces and jeering from the crowd as she walked by... it was enough to drive M to commit suicide. One summer night, she drowned herself in the lake. Her pallid, lifeless face on the surface of the lake would haunt the city for weeks.
K felt guilty for what she did, but as the seasons passed, she slowly forgot about M. But, ever since M's death, a string of unfortunate events began to occur. At first, they were nothing but lost items and gusts of wind, but soon, they progressed into looping labyrinths and cryptic messages that only K would understand.
Exactly a year had passed after M's death. It was a cold summer night just like that day she drowned. That day passed by with no strange occurrences, but when K got in bed just to find her own name on the ceiling written in blood, that did it for her. In the middle of the night, she ran to the lake to sob and beg for forgiveness. But the wind only grew stronger and stronger...
It forced the girl to get on her knees and break her fall with her hands. She happened to look at the lake, and there she saw the face of a friend she thought she'd never see again.
No one saw the girl after that, but they say that if you look into the lake at this hour, she might get you...
[ Another cackle and a strong gust of wind from the window closes Yozora's story. ]
Who wants to go next?
(ooc: People are welcome to post their own stories as well, be it in video, text or voice. Others are free to reply to the stories with their character's reactions and comments. In other words, treat this post like a mingle log!)
The end of summer, the start of fall. It is during these two seasons that the world pays its respects to the spirits of the afterlife. I wouldn't say that those of this ethereal plane are above us, figuratively speaking. Yet for many generations, haven't humans always been most afraid of what they don't know? Strange occurrences that cannot be explained, - it's almost laughable how these mysteries hold so much power over us.
[ She cackles, and she didn't even need to practice two hours to perfect it. There is nothing but silence that follows. ]
What if I told you they were true? Just because we cannot comprehend these happenings doesn't allow us to simply dismiss them. Although belief is waning, tradition remains strong. There must be a reason behind it all, don't you agree?
Well then, shall we revive that tradition tonight?
I heard this from a local in the Baldr district. It happened long before the disease spread, when the city still had its color...
The protagonist of this story is... let's call her K. She had a friend - we'll call her M. K and M were the best of friends ever since they met by the lake at Gefion Park. Since then, they would do everything together, and they easily got along because they liked the same things. However, there came a time when they also liked the same boy. Fron that point onward, it was clear that their friendship wasn't going to last forever. Now, K was an outgoing girl who had many friends. M, on the other hand, was very timid. K took advantage of this and bullied M without hesitation or remorse. Libel, slander, the looks of disgust on everyone's faces and jeering from the crowd as she walked by... it was enough to drive M to commit suicide. One summer night, she drowned herself in the lake. Her pallid, lifeless face on the surface of the lake would haunt the city for weeks.
K felt guilty for what she did, but as the seasons passed, she slowly forgot about M. But, ever since M's death, a string of unfortunate events began to occur. At first, they were nothing but lost items and gusts of wind, but soon, they progressed into looping labyrinths and cryptic messages that only K would understand.
Exactly a year had passed after M's death. It was a cold summer night just like that day she drowned. That day passed by with no strange occurrences, but when K got in bed just to find her own name on the ceiling written in blood, that did it for her. In the middle of the night, she ran to the lake to sob and beg for forgiveness. But the wind only grew stronger and stronger...
It forced the girl to get on her knees and break her fall with her hands. She happened to look at the lake, and there she saw the face of a friend she thought she'd never see again.
No one saw the girl after that, but they say that if you look into the lake at this hour, she might get you...
[ Another cackle and a strong gust of wind from the window closes Yozora's story. ]
Who wants to go next?
(ooc: People are welcome to post their own stories as well, be it in video, text or voice. Others are free to reply to the stories with their character's reactions and comments. In other words, treat this post like a mingle log!)
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[horror stories are lame bluh bluh]
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permavideo;
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The house was rumored to be haunted by the ghost of a serial killer according to all the adults in the neighborhood, but A and B didn't care. Ghosts don't exist, right? Wrong.
[SUDDENLY, the lights are off. Well, actually, she just discreetly leaned towards the wall and hit the switch, but look at the ambiance.]
The longer they stayed in the house, the weirder things got. Soon they were seeing faces in the windows and hearing noises coming from empty room. When they got so scared they tried leave the house, they couldn't. The door was locked, and it felt like... [lowering her voice to a liiiittle whisper.] Someone was behind them, breathing on their necks.
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The next morning, the neighbors found their boneless bodies tied together and hanging from the clothes lines outside. It looks like A and B died together that night.
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Disturbing, but not scary. If one of them had abandoned the other earlier, that would have improved it slightly.
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[ no the one she told ririchiyo was complete on-the-spot bs ]
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[yozora no............]
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[ NO IT'S JUST BS AGAIN and something she stole from the internet, too ]
It was the winter of the year 404. At Draupnir, during one of the late-night rehearsals for the play to be presented during the Winter Festival, in fact. All of the actors did wonderfully, as usual, but the actress playing the part of the heroine kept looking at the door an the back. This made the cast and crew feel uneasy.
After a while, the director couldn't take it anymore and asked if anything was bothering her. The actress replied with another question: "Does anyone have a friend or a relative waiting outside?" she asked. "Because there's a woman who peeks her head in every now and then."
No one said yes. The director found that very strange. To put an end to the nuisance, he went outside to ask the woman to come in, but when he opened the doors, no one was there. The actor looked very distressed upon hearing this, and the others noticed sweat running down his forehead.
All of a sudden - and the actors saw this themselves - a girl entered the theater through those closed doors. They never burst open. That's right - she went through it. She wore a white gown stained with blood and her long, black hair covered her face. You know what the scariest part was? She was floating. The entire crew was shocked into silence as she flew across the theater, past the backdrop, and into the wall behind it. Everyone who witnessed it that night broke into hysteria and ran out the building, screaming.
They say she was the ghost of a beautiful actress who was killed after she got the role of the heroine of the very same play they were rehearsing. The culprit was her friend who had been working hard for the same role. It's good that the actress that night had gotten the part by fair means. Otherwise, her face would have been beaten into an unrecognizable pulp, just like how it was before her death.
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If you told that story to a real ghost, you'd be the one beaten to an unrecognizable pulp. [no eve you're exaggerating.]
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