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Post by Tweek on Jan 30, 2005 16:00:35 GMT -6
It is May 1941. The town of Burkittsville, Maryland. A local hermit named Rustin Parr is in police custody and is suspected in the abductions of several area children. Volunteers are being sought at the town hall to hike to Parr's remote cabin in the woods.
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Scardy
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Post by Scardy on Jan 30, 2005 23:00:47 GMT -6
Carol crept after the men, hoping against hope her brother might of been spared like the other boy, knowing in her heart it couldn't be so. For somereason,when the woods wanted you, they took you, andf there was no leaving. as they neared the woods, she could of sworn she heard the criesofchildren floatingon thewind. they were the witch's now, and the witch belonged to the woods.
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Feb 2, 2005 21:07:51 GMT -6
The Sherrif, stubborn as ever, is encouraging people to join the searching group. But no one wants to go, out there, into that dark, cold woods. People starts remembering all the series of events that have occured in their town long time ago. Mothers fear for their kids, fathers are scared of the hidden powers of the woods.
A search party is finally completed, ready to leave the town's safeness to get into the darkness people fear, the darkness that, people say, has been ruled by the Blair Witch since that cold winter...
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Feb 2, 2005 21:34:42 GMT -6
A young man stands close to the Sheriff. In one hand is a hiking stick; a lantern is in the other. A pistol hangs from his belt.
His name is Erik Pickman. Twenty years old, he recently completed his second year at the Miskatonic University in Arkham, Massachusetts, and has returned home to Burkittsville for the summer.
He looks over at the Sherrif.
"Sir? Are we ready to go?"
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Feb 2, 2005 23:05:06 GMT -6
"You should avoid speaking with the Sheriff"- A young man, around 18, approaches Erik.
"His niece has been abducted. His heart is broken, and ready to explode against anyone that speaks to him in a non-appropiate moment."
This guy's name was Kevin Hollands, and his sister Emily was the first of the seven missing children that dissapeared, back in that black November of the infamous 1940.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Feb 3, 2005 18:17:35 GMT -6
"Thanks for the warning." Erik lets out a sigh. "I expected things to be different when I came home... I never expected this..."
He looks at Kevin a look of sympathy on his face. "I'm sorry about your sister..."
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Feb 3, 2005 18:35:50 GMT -6
"It' ok, thanks. The past 6 months have been a hell in this town. It seems the devil had spelled a curse among us. The woods took the happines of our family once, and then took it away from the whole town."- Kevin looks at Erik, with teary eyes.
"Any personal reasons you're forward to go over Parr's house?"
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Feb 3, 2005 22:11:47 GMT -6
A look of anger crosses Erik's face.
"This is my home... I don't think I could stand by and not do something to help everyone... My God, man, what could possess someone to do this?"
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Post by Jerry on Feb 3, 2005 22:27:52 GMT -6
"Ughhh, the stories of this go way back." A twenty-one year old man says just behind. He looks very familiar in appearance to one of Burkitsville's olds families, the monroe's. He is the grandson of Jerry Monroe.
"My grandfather told me about it."
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Feb 4, 2005 18:50:32 GMT -6
"What stories? You aren't talking about... " Kevin hesitates a moment, "about... the Blair Witch, do you?".
A thunder was heard at that same moment the ancient name of the legend was spoken. A storm was coming.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Feb 5, 2005 0:40:00 GMT -6
Erik shudders, remembering the tales that the old timers would tell late at night while gathered together at the diner.
"And I thought most of the people at Miskatonic was deranged..."
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Post by Scardy on Feb 6, 2005 16:24:14 GMT -6
At the sound of the thunder, Carol jumped out of hiding and joined the group, It being too late for them to turn her back anyways.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Feb 7, 2005 13:11:40 GMT -6
Erik looks at the sheriff, waiting for the order to move out.
'Why do I feel like we're about to take a running leap into hell?' he thought.
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Post by Jerry on Feb 7, 2005 14:32:38 GMT -6
Doug looks around the room watching the others prepare for the journey. An uneasy feeling comes over him as he sees fear on everybody's face.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Feb 7, 2005 22:06:46 GMT -6
A shout from somewhere in the crowd grabs the attention of everyone in the group.
The crowd has begun to move. Erik looks at the others.
"It's now or never..."
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Post by Jerry on Feb 7, 2005 22:15:42 GMT -6
"I guess now . . . lets get moving."
He looks around at the other group members.
"Damn, I hope I'm making the right choice."
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Feb 7, 2005 23:10:38 GMT -6
"You and me both..."
The group steps out of the town hall and into the street. Depsite the fact that it is a warm night, Erik cannot help but shiver.
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Post by Jerry on Feb 8, 2005 14:28:13 GMT -6
The bell of a country church somewhere off in the distance can be heard beneath the drone of spring crickets. Erik stands with a strange look on his face that bothers Doug. A dog somewhere not too far begins to bark as Doug frowns.
"There's evil in the air. Sinister magic."
He looks over at the others the sheriff and Carol. Carol's mouth is hanging wide open as if she is in shock or retarded. Doug can't decide wich. The group begins to walk down the street towards the edge of town.
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Feb 8, 2005 17:11:02 GMT -6
Kevin returns.
"Sorry guys, i just went home to say goodbye to mom. I promise her we would find out what the hell happened to our little Emily... Oh by the way, I went to our little supply depot too...".
Kevin takes out of his bag a gun. The rest of the guys jump back in fear.
"Oh sorry, these are for you. My dad was in the police when young, and well, i though these would help". He gives the guys a revolver to each one. "We can't trust that woods anymore, just in case".
He also gives the guys some sandwiches his mom has made for them.
"So... let's get going, this storm seems to be getting worse, if we stay we wn't be able to go in two days, let's go!".
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Feb 9, 2005 10:17:12 GMT -6
Erik takes the revolver and sticks it in his belt next to the one he already has. He places the sandwiches in his knapsack.
"Thanks, Kevin."
He turns and follows the small group as they move, pausing at the edge of the woods long enough for the sheriff to issue some last minute precautions. After about 10 minutes, the group begins moving into the woods.
The search is on.
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Post by Jerry on Feb 9, 2005 13:24:09 GMT -6
"Yeah, Kev . . . tell mommy-poohs we appreciate the food."
Doug looks around the woods.
"How the hell are we going to ever . . ."
There is a stick figure hanging in one of the trees.
"Oh man, my grandfather told me about these. They are signs."
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Post by Heather, taking a piss. on Feb 10, 2005 16:29:58 GMT -6
"A stickman... Holly shit, just like the ones in the Eileen Treacle story, you know, the ones that were floating in the creek a week after she was drowned...". Kevin looks at the other guys.
"I really hope these were made by the town's people...".
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Feb 10, 2005 18:39:52 GMT -6
"I don't think they were... But I also don't think we should touch them. Such things aren't meant to be tampered with."
The group continues to move into the woods. Erik holds his now lit lantern high, casting a moderate light on the trees surrounding them.
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Post by Jerry on Feb 10, 2005 22:29:11 GMT -6
Doug pours some lighter fluid on the stick figure and sets it on fire. He laughs as it falls to the ground and begins to burn.
"Burn you damn witch or whatever the hell you are."
He stares down at the burning form.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Feb 10, 2005 23:53:18 GMT -6
"Reeeeeaaaalllyyy shouldn't have done that..." Erik whispers under his breath.
A strong, sudden gust of wind causes every torch and lantern in the group to flicker violently.
The woods seem to grow menacing in the reddish-orange light as the group moves deeper into the woods.
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