erialc 2 Posted October 31, 2006 Share Posted October 31, 2006 He awoke, a strange feeling swept over him. He was disoriented and the room was oddly cold. Pulling the blankets futher round himself he lay back down to try to get some more sleep. The words of the bulter echoed around his mind... " It was exactly 100 years ago this Halloween,Sir. They were a lovely couple. My family had been in service here at that time too. It was said that ....... Ok bit of a feeble start but have fun guys n gals Link to comment
Highlander 0 Posted October 31, 2006 Share Posted October 31, 2006 ....the lady of the house, Griselle, kept many secrets. She often would vanish for days at a time. And when she returned her clothes were tattered and worn and she would sleep for hours and hours." The butler continued, "One such night, upon her return, the master of the house, Erland Von Deutch, met her at the door. Seeing her in that condition, all dirty, tattered and worn, he confronted her, 'Where have you been? And why are you carrying my shovel?' He shivered in the cold once more and arose from his bed. It was a dark and forboding, with thunder echoing in the distance... Link to comment
Ike 1 Posted November 1, 2006 Share Posted November 1, 2006 . . . he padded silently across his room to the window and looked out, but nothing seemed amiss. No scary shadows or strange shapes. Relieved, he turned back toward his bed, when suddenly he heard a scraping, right behind him. The hair stood up on the back of his neck as a cold shiver traversed his spine. Looking quickly around, he saw the faint outline of a woman, standing by the door. Her form glowed an iridescent green. She appeared to be in her late fourties, in disheveled clothes, and mud-caked boots. In one hand she carried an old shovel and in the other a hooded lantern. He thought that at any moment his legs would give way under him, but he managed to stay upright as she beckoned to him and disappeared through the closed door. Not knowing why or what compelled him, he followed the shifting spirit out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door. The wind whipped his flannel pajamas, but he did not seem to notice, so intent was he on following the ghostly figure. She led him back behind the house and into the old orchard of apple trees. As the clouds shifted and revealed a full moon, the phantom turned to him and pointed . . . Link to comment
OuttaTown 0 Posted November 1, 2006 Share Posted November 1, 2006 The man gasped. He had no idea as to why the woman was pointing at him. or was she? He turned back to see whether by any chance there was someone behind him. Nobody. No one. Not one single animal. Only his silhouette shadowed from his feet as the full moon rose. Scared, the man wanted to go back to his room. Instantly, he travelled in a warp as he got back to his room. But the suspicious woman was still in front of him. And Several others men and women holding each other's hand chanting. The suspicious woman pointed at him once again and murmured indistinctly, "it's a man who doesn't know that he is already dead." Link to comment
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