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Post by gator on Feb 24, 2014 17:14:48 GMT -6
My name is David, in 1996, when I was five years old, my parents were killed by a witch. I was sent to live with my aunt in Burkittsville, where i lived my entire life. About a few months ago, I was sent an email entitled "Join Us". I believe it has something to do with my parents death....
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Post by Tweek on Feb 25, 2014 11:15:50 GMT -6
The email itself was quite strange, with rows of strange twisted characters between the lines of actual text. Some sort of runes or archaic alphabet perhaps. If one looked at them for more than a few moments they would be gripped by a weird vertigo. The vision would seem to blur and spin but would return to normal once the reader looked away. The message source revealed no sender information whatsoever. Blank. Which shouldn't even be possible.
But these anomalies were nothing compared to the main content of the email. The cryptic words displayed there were terrifying to say the least.
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Post by gator on Feb 25, 2014 15:15:18 GMT -6
"Dear David,
We have heard of your plight and would wish for your joining of the Children of Kedward. We are people who have wittnessed our goddess in person, we worship this being and her many forms and hope that we gain a new brother.
Please respond soon and hopefully you will become one with her.
Sincerelly
The children of kedward"
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Post by Tweek on Feb 27, 2014 11:08:43 GMT -6
David knew about the Blair Witch legends, of course, having lived in Burkittsville for a time. They were passed among the children there in hushed whispers by the younger ones and in the form of crude jokes by the older ones. His first thought is that this was a bad joke - something one of his buddies must have sent out anonymously to see if anyone would believe it.
But the cryptic wording and the disturbing format led his mind in other directions. Suppose for a moment this thing was legit. How should he respond?
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Post by gator on Feb 27, 2014 11:57:24 GMT -6
He saves the email address and the email. Going into the woods was his plan but what to expect was unforeseen to him. He knew that they were haunted and he was a terrified adult. But it was time to nut up or shut up...
He went into a local coffee shop where someone spoke these words..
"Do you hear the womans voice?"
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Post by Tweek on Mar 1, 2014 11:54:57 GMT -6
Turning to find the source of that voice, David found himself instead facing an empty booth.
"Oh great" he thinks to himself. "Now I'm hearing voices. My doctor warned me this might happen if I went off my meds..."
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Post by gator on Mar 1, 2014 12:17:35 GMT -6
He looks out the window and sees a darkened shape, as if someone is wearing a costume on this crisp october day. He watches as the shape states content at him as the barista some. "here is your coffee sir"
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Post by Tweek on Mar 2, 2014 6:17:02 GMT -6
He glances down at the steaming cup of coffee, then quickly back up at the window. The dark figure is gone, replaced by an empty street scene bathed in warm happy sunlight. David struggles to retain the vision in his mind - the strange clothes, the haunting eyes. But it quickly fades away and he is left sipping his hot bitter beverage and doubting if he really saw anything at all.
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Post by gator on Mar 2, 2014 7:59:47 GMT -6
He walks past the road where a car was discovered. Something in him wants to pull him down it but another wants him to keep walking were he is. Which path shall he take?...
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Post by Tweek on Mar 4, 2014 10:57:53 GMT -6
A huge crow flies overhead at that moment, casting a giant shadow over both David and the road as it passes. It lands on top of a dead bush beside the road leading to the car location. It caws loudly and then just sits there, looking at him. He is quite disturbed by this but can't really say why. It's just a stupid bird after all. Why should its appearance cause him such dread?
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Post by gator on Mar 5, 2014 9:30:36 GMT -6
He approaches the large crow as its cold eyes look into his, not so much breaking connection. The crow feels welcoming to him and at the same time making him more and more fearful as he approaches it. Voices grow stronger in his head. Childrens voices telling him to come closer, as if Legion itself were enticing another victim
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Post by Tweek on Mar 12, 2014 20:15:20 GMT -6
David stops a few feet from the crow, and for a long few minutes the two of them stare intently at each other. A feeling of deja vu creeps up on him suddenly and without realizing it he takes a cautious step back from the giant raven. Has this happened before? Is this a fragment of some long forgotten fever-dream? Some fearful vision from his childhood tucked away in the corners of his brain all these years and now suddenly freed to haunt him once more? All he is sure of is that he is very afraid of this creature and it's unblinking gaze - and that he does not know why. That fact disturbs David most of all.
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Post by gator on Mar 20, 2014 22:32:29 GMT -6
The crow flies off, making its cawing noise. As david turns back around he sees a shape that disturbs him greatly. One that enters the woods. He runs over to that shape as it vanishes into the trees
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Post by Tweek on Mar 22, 2014 16:44:14 GMT -6
Curiosity overcame fear in an instant, and David plunged himself into the woods in pursuit of the dark figure. There was a faint path before him, overgrown with weeds and knee-high saplings. He barely noticed as he trampled them all underfoot in his rush to reach the ghostly shape he had seen. The woods became wilder and harder to traverse the further he walked - the ground steeper and more uneven under his feet. He stumbled several times but did not fall. His arms and face were scratched in several places by cruel branches that seemed to find his exposed skin no matter how artfully he would dodge and weave to avoid them. How long had he been at this? An hour? More? David caught glimpses of his quarry several times - always a few yards ahead. Almost within reach. Then some tree or tall bush would cause him to lose sight of it again. Frustration and anger slowly replaced curiosity as his motivation for going on. He would not turn back now.
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Post by gator on Mar 23, 2014 18:55:50 GMT -6
He began to hear chanting growing from far away. Soon, the shape stopped and there he saw a legion. a legion of many people chanting before a cloaked man. A man cloaked in a black sleeveless vest that covered a black and gray striped long sleeve. a wooden mask crudely carved and spray painted black was worn over the leader.
"There are nonbelievers amongst the town of Burkittsville. They choose not to believe in the Wood Witch Elizabeth Kedward. Soon my friends will this town be cleansed of the nonbelievers."
He began to slowly back off from the crowd and rushed back, albeit as quietly as possible, to his car.
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Post by Tweek on Apr 2, 2014 16:26:59 GMT -6
The car was waiting right where he left it. Like a long-lost friend. The thought had crossed his mind that it might not be there. No real reason for him to think that, but then again, it had been a strange day. Those people in the woods. The man with the mask and the followers and the ominous words. David wasn't sure if they saw him. If they did he was in big trouble. They looked dangerous. Murderous. He regretted chasing the man without thinking it through. The idea of dying out here in the forest - becoming an unwilling sacrifice to some kind of witch cult - did not sit well with him at all.
He fumbled with the keys for several minutes before his trembling hands found the one to unlock the car door. In a heartbeat he and the car were hurtling down the road at ludicrous speed.
Away from those people in the woods.
Far and fast.
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Post by gator on Apr 5, 2014 20:50:27 GMT -6
Little was david aware that the people in the woods had been watching him for some time. Wanting him to be part of their cult...
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Post by Tweek on Apr 13, 2014 8:25:50 GMT -6
Arriving home at last, David carefully maneuvered his car onto the narrow carport, killed the engine, and slowly got out. He cast a wary glance back down the road as if expecting some slavering hellhound to appear there and drag him back to the woods. But there was nothing there but the gentle wind and the road. Fumbling with his keys in still-shakey hands, he unlocked the door of his rental home - a small one-bedroom cottage - and stepped inside. Instantly he bolted the door, then slumped to the floor and wept silently.
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Post by gator on Apr 13, 2014 20:16:29 GMT -6
In the middle of the night, he could see lights moving outside of his bedroom and heard voices from afar. He looks out the window and even hears people inside the house. He slumps back to bed and pretends to sleep as the door slowly opens and shapes enter.
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Post by Tweek on Apr 23, 2014 11:03:04 GMT -6
His eyes shut and his body still as a corpse, David listened as the intruders moved about his room and surrounded his bed. They moved silently as ghosts, but David knew they were there. He could smell them. For they carried with them the essence of old death - damp earthen graves, rotting vegetation and fallen trees, the ancient and malevolent fetor of the forest. The stench was overpowering, and it took all of David's willpower not to panic and run screaming from the room right then. He could only lie there waiting. Waiting for someone to speak. Waiting for someone or something to touch him. Something to trigger his rising panic and dread. Something that would open his eyes and reveal the true face of the horror that now surrounded him.
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Post by gator on Apr 25, 2014 19:27:42 GMT -6
the next morning he awoke in an empty room the only sign of anyone in the room are the mudded prints on the floor. He makes sure that no one is in the house but notices that they werent here to rob him. What they were here for is a mystery
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Post by Tweek on May 2, 2014 16:09:33 GMT -6
I headed to the bathroom to take a shower and get my day started. I still wasn't sure what to make of the last 24 hours. I should have called the police last night and reported the strangeness in the woods. The intruders in my house. Why didn't I? I didn't have an answer for that. And that fact bothered me even more.
I must be crazy. That's it.
As I removed my shirt, I caught my own reflection in the mirror. I barely recognized the man looking back at me from behind that glass. I looked exhausted. Drained of life. And there was something else. A small bandage on my shoulder that shouldn't have been there. A little square of gauze held in place by white tape. I didn't put that there. It wasn't there when I went to bed last night. What the hell?
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Post by gator on May 2, 2014 20:55:22 GMT -6
He removes the gauze slowly, not wanting to see what is beneath that bandage.
Upon removing, he discovers a, symbol like that of a stick figure without a head. A symbol he recognized popularized by the blair witch project....
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Post by Tweek on May 8, 2014 10:07:18 GMT -6
Now this is just plain weird.
I might have dreamed or imagined the people in my house last night, but this mark is real. And new. It hurts if I touch it. This is reality.
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Post by gator on May 9, 2014 21:08:04 GMT -6
He puts the bandage back onto his arm and tapes it so nothing gets in.
He responds to the email
"where do we meet"
After an hour there was a knock at the door
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