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Game 15
Nov 6, 2011 17:38:53 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Nov 6, 2011 17:38:53 GMT -6
Still wearing a silly grin, TWEEK turns away from Stephine to search for his lost knife. He does a double-take at her suddenly-green eyes, then quickly turns his back to her again. While his hands grope along the muddy creek bottom, his face slowly loses its smile and now reflects concern and a growing panic. He didn't react to the ghostly voices he just heard, but he clearly did hear them. That's either a really cool trick, or something really bad is about to go down here, he thinks. Probably the second one.
He's not even looking for the knife anymore. He just doesn't want to turn around and look at the person behind him. Not sure just WHO or WHAT he will be facing when he turns around. The stickman he made is in his backpack. No good to him now. And he's lost his only other weapon in the creek.
Not good. Not good at all. TWEEK wonders if this might be the end of him.
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Game 15
Nov 7, 2011 23:25:22 GMT -6
Post by Music of the Night on Nov 7, 2011 23:25:22 GMT -6
The crunch of footsteps in the fallen leaves started and got near to him. "Thou are not a just man... preying on the fears of a young girl... using us as a joke..." The many voices spoke, sounding closer.
"We should punish thou..."
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Game 15
Nov 8, 2011 18:00:10 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Nov 8, 2011 18:00:10 GMT -6
His mind and heart racing, TWEEK does the only thing he can think of. The only option left.
Run.
In a flash he slips free of his backpack and breaks into a full sprint towards the creek bank. In three bounding leaps he is out of the water and fleeing at full speed away from Coffin Rock and whatever is back there. Adrenaline and terror have twisted his face into a contorted mockery of a smile. He doesn't know if he's being chased or not. If something gets him out here, it'll have to catch him first!
As he reaches the treeline, he risks a quick glance back towards the rock formation.
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Game 15
Nov 19, 2011 12:16:32 GMT -6
Post by Music of the Night on Nov 19, 2011 12:16:32 GMT -6
It was no longer Stephine, and it was following him slowly, floating above the creek.
It's shape kept shifting, between the forms of all of the owners of the voices. Sometimes it would stop on a colonial looking woman, or a hairy gorilla like creature as well.
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Game 15
Nov 20, 2011 13:47:18 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Nov 20, 2011 13:47:18 GMT -6
Running. Lots and lots of running. Then more running.
TWEEK ran for what seemed like hours over miles of wild overgrown forest. No checking the compass. No map readings. Just a cruel series of wickedly-sharp tree branches slapping him as he passed by, soft uneven ground that threatened to trip him up with every step, and a constant burning pain in his limbs that simply would not cease until the running did. At last exhaustion took him and he collapsed into a great pile of leaves near a large tree. His brain had refused to register the passage of time or distance as he fled; he had no idea how far he had moved or in what direction. He could be anywhere right now. Clearly he was still in the forest and had not come across any roads yet. All that was sure was that he travelled away from the creek and certain doom. The thought crossed his mind that he should have a camera and be documenting this like Heather did. TWEEK would have laughed if he weren't so tired. His eyelids grew heavy then, and the leaf pile was very comfortable indeed. In moments he was sound asleep.
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Game 15
Nov 24, 2011 15:37:35 GMT -6
Post by Music of the Night on Nov 24, 2011 15:37:35 GMT -6
The area around the man began to grow very, very cold. If he opened his eyes, he would see snow on the ground. In the distance, he would see men in colonial garb tying a woman to a tree, then just leaving her there.
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voz
crosser of fallen logs
Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth.
Posts: 18
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Game 15
Nov 26, 2011 16:36:48 GMT -6
Post by voz on Nov 26, 2011 16:36:48 GMT -6
"Since you love these woods so much, you can have them," says one of the strange men.
"In God's name, this is madness!" the woman exclaims as she struggles against her bonds. "You can't do this to me! It's the middle of winter! I'll freeze to death out here!"
The other man chuckles. "Then cast a spell to keep you warm," he replied grimly. "Or have you suddenly lost your power? Funny, even the Dark One seems to have abandoned you in your time of need."
"Please, I'm not a witch! Why are you doing this? I never touched those children!" She gasps and shakes violently as the men leave her tied to the tree, a fierce and animalistic look of panic and fear etched into her eyes.
One of the men stops and turns back to her. "The children have the marks to prove what you've done," he says. "I suggest you beg the Almighty One for forgiveness of your sins while your blood still flows. You may want warmth now, but the Devil's Fire is plenty warm enough, and you don't want to experience that, do you?" He turns around and follows the other men.
"For the love of God, don't leave me here!! Please!!" She struggles in futility against her bonds. She glances desperately around like a bobcat caught in a foot trap. Far in the distance, a lone wolf howls mournfully in the winter wilderness. A primal and intense flood of panic swells inside her chest. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!!" she wails. No one answers her but the echo of her own panicked shrieks. "ANYBODY!!! PLEASE!! HELP ME!!!!"
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Game 15
Nov 26, 2011 17:33:49 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Nov 26, 2011 17:33:49 GMT -6
The raised voices rouse TWEEK from his deep slumber. Slowly he opens one weary eye. It sees snow on the ground. He opens the other eye and sees the same thing. White powdery snow. He blinks both eyes repeatedly, but the sight remains the same.
"I must be dreaming. Yes, that's it." he thinks aloud. "This one definitely goes in the weirdness scrapbook. Now I'm hallucinating."
TWEEK tries to stand and finds his arms and legs unresponsive. It's as if his limbs were made of lead. It's all he can manage to turn his head to the direction of the voices.
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Game 15
Nov 26, 2011 18:18:56 GMT -6
Post by Music of the Night on Nov 26, 2011 18:18:56 GMT -6
Stephine, if you could still call It that, had returned to her original form and was floating above Tweek. Her eyes were still glowing green. She was facing the woman, her face lined with anger.
"Horrible men... insolent fools. It was their doing that made me like this. All the murders that followed, all the blood spilt upon this ground... their fault..."
The sky above darkened to night and the sound of young boys laughing neared.
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voz
crosser of fallen logs
Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth.
Posts: 18
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Game 15
Nov 26, 2011 22:46:27 GMT -6
Post by voz on Nov 26, 2011 22:46:27 GMT -6
Voz (10 years old) and 3 other boys, creep through the bare, snow-covered briers to the tied woman.
"There's the old hag now, tied to that tree," Voz said to his companions. "Come, she's tied up. She can't fight back. Let's have some fun with her." The boys emerge from the briers and boldly approach the tied woman.
"Hey hag, are those ropes keeping you warm?" He holds out his hands, showing a red stain on his palm. "I got the paint out of my father's shed. Looks a lot like blood, doesn't it?" He laughs at the old woman's face. "Of course, the people of Blair just couldn't tolerate the thought of crazy Elly Kedward drawing blood from poor little Voz, so she had to go, didn't she?" He laughs obnoxiously, his voice echoing off the soulless trees.
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Game 15
Nov 27, 2011 11:23:54 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Nov 27, 2011 11:23:54 GMT -6
Unable to stand, TWEEK finally gives up trying and remains still, watching the surreal drama unfolding before his eyes. He silently curses himself (again) for not bringing a camera. Nobody will ever believe this story. No way.
He takes in every detail, every word spoken, as if to permanently burn the sights and sounds into his memory. So when he is back to reality he can write it all down before it fades away and is lost forever.
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Game 15
Nov 27, 2011 20:15:49 GMT -6
Post by Music of the Night on Nov 27, 2011 20:15:49 GMT -6
Stephine glared the boys. "You vile little creatures!" She shouted in unison with Elly.
The cold intensified, as did the glow in the young girl's eyes.
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voz
crosser of fallen logs
Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth.
Posts: 18
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Game 15
Nov 27, 2011 21:04:36 GMT -6
Post by voz on Nov 27, 2011 21:04:36 GMT -6
"Aw, what are you going to do about it?" Voz taunted. "You're all tied up right now, aren't you?"
That's when he felt it: an ancient and terrible presence, like a gagged scream bursting to escape. For just a second, he thought he saw a floating woman, her eyes glowing red like hot embers in a hollow log. But the image flickered and vanished, and Voz shrugged it off as a trick of the winter forest.
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Game 15
Nov 29, 2011 20:43:08 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Nov 29, 2011 20:43:08 GMT -6
Apparently safe (at least for now), TWEEK crawls forward on hands and knees to get a closer look. It was like watching an old movie. There was the elderly woman bound to the tree who must be Elly Kedward. The floating apparition/Stephine with the glowing eyes that chased him away from Coffin Rock. The mean little boys from Blair. And something else.
There were other figures standing near them. Too small to be adults. Ghostly children perhaps? They were difficult to see in the darkness. TWEEK counted seven in all. Boys and girls. Different ages. Wearing more modern clothing than the others. Tiny faces that reflected infinite sadness, terror, and anger in equal amounts.
The Burkittsville Seven. It must be. Rustin Parr's victims. All here. Most disturbing of all, it seemed that they could see him.
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Game 15
Dec 3, 2011 14:54:39 GMT -6
Post by Music of the Night on Dec 3, 2011 14:54:39 GMT -6
The seven children stared right at Tweek. If you looked close enough, some of the children had bloody clothes, stains that would never go away. Some had the fatal wounds inflicted upon them by Parr.
One of the little girls had her thumb in her mouth, looking at Tweek. Her face was the saddest of all. As if she knew Tweek was going to join them and Elly's other victims.
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Post by Tweek on Dec 8, 2011 5:25:33 GMT -6
Time to get out of here. Make like a tree and leave. Vacate the area.
TWEEK slowly begins to crawl away from this strange gathering of the dead, fully aware that the more time he spends here the more likely he was to join them. The dead children were still looking at him, but the others still seemed to be unaware of his presence. He found that his heavy limbs were finally starting to respond again, and at last TWEEK was able to stand up and lean his weight against a small tree.
He gives one last look, then turns his back to the ghostly drama and walks away. Slowly at first, then at a faster pace.
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Game 15
Dec 18, 2011 13:08:19 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Dec 18, 2011 13:08:19 GMT -6
A familiar landmark. At last! TWEEK nearly bursts into tears of joy at the sight of the Parr ruins up ahead. His mind races to recall the path back to his truck parked on Black Rock Road. Yes! The way out was clear to him now. He had escaped! He did not pause or slow his steps until he had reached his vehicle. There it was, waiting right where he had left it. That rusty piece of junk was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen right then. Only when it was in motion and the dark forest was fading from view in its mirrors did he allow himself to relax a bit and laugh at how close he had just come to certain death. Not this time, Elly. Not this time. He had made it out alive. His companions had not been so fortunate. Ah well. Some are lucky and some ain't. Too bad about poor Stephine. TWEEK wonders if she made it out, then shrugs his shoulders and puts the matter out of his mind. Nothing to be done about it now. As the truck turns onto the highway and accelerates quickly away, TWEEK is already making mental notes for his trip back here next fall. "Remember a camera next time..." he whispers. "And a handgun. Perhaps an exorcist should join me next trip. It's getting REALLY dangerous out here..."<<< the character TWEEK escapes the woods and has left the game >>>
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Game 15
Jan 19, 2012 17:47:49 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Jan 19, 2012 17:47:49 GMT -6
<<< GAME ENDED DUE TO INACTIVITY >>>
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