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H'ween 2011

Post 1: Information
Post 2-6: Lebbeh's piece
Post 7: Mr Jeeves84's piece
Post 8-10: Dyrnwyn's piece

27-Sep-2012 22:42:32 - Last edited on 02-Oct-2012 00:32:12 by Aeraie

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--- Lebbeh ---
1st, H'ween 2011

The three children stared up the winding path, their eyes fixated on the purple mansion ahead. The building seemed darker than the night itself, which was strange due to weather; purple fists applauded the trio, sending platinum knives down to the ground with every vehement clap. They would do anything in pursuit of candy, even if it meant confronting the foreboding house.

“Come on,” the red-haired child stated to his friends, a smudge of cherry beginning to taint his white canvas. “You’re either with me or against me.”

The two silent children remained just that, and shot each other a dubious look.

“Well?” he added, turning his body as if he were about to start walking.

“Fine, Wars,” grunted the child closest to him. He dithered, but before anyone had the chance to move, he garnished his word with, “But let’s make this quick.”

Wars smiled. “Anything you want to add to that, Cuar?”

The third child, who wore faded green cotton, appeared startled at the mention of his name. “Yes,” he ejected quickly before the question had sunk in. “I mean, no.”

There was anticipation of further verbal exchange, a clash from the heavens filling the emptiness.

“Let’s just go home, Dehin,” Cuar spoke again, tugging at the white material that the child in the middle wore. His attempt was futile, and he quickly found his arm by his side again, shrugged off by his target.

“Let’s go,” Cuan commanded. Dehin followed his lead through the battered gate of the manor.

“Wait, think about...” Cuar tried to reason, but trailed off into a panicked squeal. He ran after his two friends.

They made their way up the cobblestone path, dodging stray tree roots and cracks that offered ideal tripping places. There was a tinge of decay in the air, aided with the growth of several types of fungi that blanketed the rotten landscape.

Wars was the first to speak again, after they ascended the three oblique stairs, and were examining the ornately carved doo

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“No turning back now. Who’s knocking?”

Before he could completely finish his sentence, the doors swung open themselves, revealing an entirely black corridor. It was at that time that the sky also decided to open, and a torrent of water flooded the area.

Dehin grunted before grabbing his two comrades. “Quick, get inside.”

A sudden silence deafened the children, the door lurching back into position with a final bang. They could see nothing. A timpani began to beat in rhythm, echoing in each of their skulls – if you had asked them, they’d say the sound resonated throughout the whole manor.

Then it appeared.

It was a type of movement that any average person would ignore at first. A figment of their imagination. But then it happened again, this time closer. And then again. Soon, they could feel the presence of a creature right in front of their faces. Breath on a neck.

Cuar licked his lips before resuming his irregular panting.

“Wars? Dehin?”

The growl of a monster.

“Are you there?”

He began flailing his arms about, twisting and contorting his neck to try and see them. They had disappeared. Stillness ensued.

In the silent moments of panic, Cuar tried to work through possibilities of what might’ve happened. They were playing a trick on him – they must be. He managed a wry smile. Then why did he feel like he was hanging upside down? Why couldn’t he move?

What was that dripping noise in the background?

A crimson glow lit up the corridor, emitted by two golf ball-like lights on the ceiling.

Glancing to his left, Cuar saw his two friends hanging from the roof. They were oozing thick globules of blood that cascaded down their faces, puddling on the floor in a perpetual stain. He tried to scream, but he found himself gagged, and he squirmed and wriggled instead. Then it occurred to him.

They weren’t lights. They were eyes.

He saw someone walking towards him before he lost consciousness. A flash of red in his black vision.

Silence.

* * *

27-Sep-2012 22:42:45 - Last edited on 01-Oct-2012 23:56:35 by Aeraie

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“There’s been another attack.”

The colloquial manner of the man’s speech indicated that this was dealt with frequently.

“Have you retrieved the body?”

“The bodies,” the knight emphasised, and paused slightly. “Yes.*

*Excellent. I trust they’re in position? I shall make my way there now.*

Sir Tiffy Cashien removed himself from the park bench, following a similar path to the knight that had just bowed to him. Though he appeared to be well into his senior years, he contradicted the stereotype and made haste with his walk. He ascended a staircase.

“Tiffy,” a slender woman exclaimed, offering a hand to the man. She was waiting outside a wooden door that pulsed with a purple shield, her green robes fluttering in the breeze that the magic exhibited.

“It’s always a pleasure, Aggie,” the man replied, turning to face the woman and shaking her extended hand. “Shall we go in?”

The woman smiled and waved her free arm. The charm on the door vanished and it clicked open, allowing them both entrance. The floorboards creaked under their step, which in turn revealed a plain room with three tables. There were no windows, and the only glow came from a small skylight carved into the ceiling.

“My, my,” Aggie muttered, pausing to stare at the corpses of three boys. They were covered in blood, and their eyes were hanging out of their heads.

Sir Tiffy came to stand next to her, closing the door with a gentle push. He gestured to a scrying pool at the far end of the room, a blue liquid lying stagnant in it, and dropped an eyebrow when the woman did*’t acknowledge him.

“My dear, you’ve seen this type of thing before. Let’s make haste.”

“Yes. I’ll just get on with it, shall I?” She spoke too quickly.

The woman turned to face the pool, her robes oscillating behind her as she glided across the floor. Tiffy Cashien hobbled behind her. A sigh escaped his lips, but it wasn’t audible to her.

She wiggled her fingers slightly and uttered something under her breath, dropping

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red hair from the first child into the puddle. A scene came to life.

He was running through an endless hallway, turning his head over his shoulder occasionally to see the glint of lucid fangs advancing on him. The chatters of bats overcame the sound of his feet pounding on the floor, and sweat dripped from his face, lost in the black void that surrounded him. He did*’t know where he was going, but he had to get away from the monster.

Was he going to die?

He glanced behind him again, and stopped running when he could no longer see the creature. Hands on knees, he tried to reclaim his breath, as rasping pants escaped from clenched teeth. Prepared to run again, he looked up to meet the penetrative glare of a vampire, which lurched forwards in an explosive attack. Its fangs were far sharper than its stare.

The scrying pool muddied into a fierce black for a few seconds, before returning to its original hue. Sir Tiffy glanced at the woman and nodded slightly. He withdrew a lock of hair, the same colour as the child’s in the middle, and handed it to her. The ritual began again, and the liquid morphed into another scene.

The corridor glowed with golden phosphorescence, a kingly colour that permeated the manor. A single bandage, a slightly offset white, directed the child into a room at his right side. Picking the material up off the floor, he began to follow it throughout the labyrinth of rooms. He stopped to examine the ancient drawings, depicting godly rituals and creatures of the underworld, which were scratched into the walls around him at regular intervals. It was apparent that he was now underground.

The light intensified as he continued to follow the bandage, and a golden chamber appeared at the end of the tunnel. Though he seemed oblivious to his whereabouts, he noticed the cavity and broke into a sprint towards it, dragging the material behind him. A booming voice filled the passage.

“You dare venture here?”

The ground started to shake, and the rumb

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intensified until the ceiling caved in behind him, blocking any exit that once existed. He dived forward to avoid the rockslide, shielding his eyes from the dust that billowed into the room. As the air cleared, he clambered to his feet to meet the gaze of a figure wrapped in bandages. An archaic scream erupted from it, displaying brown stumps that protruded from dilapidated gums. It showered him in acid saliva.

It lunged towards him, tearing his face apart and causing a jet of blood to bury the purity of the chamber.

The image eclipsed again, turning the water into a deep ebony before resuming the azure tinge. The woman looked at Sir Tiffy as he fumbled for something. While she waited, she allowed her gaze to wander over to the third child. His cotton tunic was a similar colour to her robe. She smiled as she admired herself in the extravagant attire, before a lock of hair was thrust into her hand. Turning her attention back to the pool, it came to life again.

The child was hanging upside down in an almost pitch-black room, his face obscured as he looked on at a pair of malevolent eyes. They examined him in a primal manner, sizing him up as if he were a meal. He squirmed in a panicked frenzy.

There was a period of silence that was shattered by a rustling sound, as if someone were unwrapping something. The creature was focusing on something below it. Then it stepped forward into a beam of moonlight in front of the child, raising an arm clothed with a green robe. It held out a candy and forced it into the boy’s mouth.

“Here you go, sweety.”

It giggled before plunging its teeth into the flesh of the child.

The scrying pool muddied for a final time, and the woman turned to Sir Tiffy, revealing two rows of dagger-like teeth.

“Oh my...” Tiffy began.

“What? You couldn’t work it out?” she interrupted, expelling a blast of air as if mocking him.

“Now I feast again.”

The witch tackled Sir Tiffy to the ground, submerging her fangs deep into the flesh of hi

27-Sep-2012 22:43:03 - Last edited on 01-Oct-2012 23:57:40 by Aeraie

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------ -Mr Jeeves84 -------
1st Place, H'ween 2011

Oft we sing of fettered wings
Or hordes of riches fit for kings
Of sweetly loves not come to pass
Or flowers for a dying lass
On crumbled castles, fallen homes
O'er hills and dales, o'er rock and loam
Of greatly journeys, lonesome stays
Of treasures near or far away
Or all the things not done, not said
Of all the peace that waits the dead
But of this man now buried here
He had no claims of yesteryear
No broken hearts or cherished dreams
No goodly hopes burst at the seams
No maiden sobbing on the shore
No mother waiting at the door
No son to see him off to sea
No friends to weep or beg or plea
No journeys off to lands untold
No tales of strength or stories bold
No legacy to leave behind
No cares to cross his rested mind
No, nothing lies before the Styx
For humble Mugger (Level-6)

27-Sep-2012 22:43:09 - Last edited on 01-Oct-2012 23:58:00 by Aeraie

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---------- Dyrnwyn ----------
1st Place, H'ween 2011

They are coming. You can hear them running through the misty Lumbridge Swamp. They have been following you ever since you managed to escape from the jail in Draynor Village.

“Blasted jail guards!” you mutter, running through the marshy landscape. You know that you will have to find somewhere to hide; the guards are closing in on you, and your senses are drowning in an ocean of fatigue. This swamp seems to drain your very soul of all will and energy.

All of a sudden, a shadow jumps at you, and you throw yourself to the ground, drawing your dagger. Your attacker hisses and leaps again. You thrust forward your dagger, and it sinks into the flesh of your opponent. The creature gives a high-pitched scream and flees. You rise to you feet, your heart pounding like a dwarf’s hammer on an anvil.

“Phew,” you say, “just a giant rat.” Then you start running again. The guards must be very close now.

Suddenly, a small, wooden cottage emerges from the unwholesomely-looking fog ahead of you. Should you go in there? Will this swamp-dweller help you? You decide to take the chance and knock on the door. It is opened by the ugliest man you have ever seen. His face is horribly misshapen, and there is a giant lump on his back.

“Good evening, sir,” rasps the hunchback, “I’ve been expecting you.”

You frown.

“You have?”

The hunchback nods, his sly eyes indicating that he knows something that you do not.

"Now, please come inside, my good sir."

You do as he says, and he immediately starts talking again.

“I know why you are here. You are being followed, and so you need my help, yes?”

You nod.

27-Sep-2012 22:43:45 - Last edited on 01-Oct-2012 23:58:24 by Aeraie

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“Very well,” says the deformed man, “But you can’t hide here. They’ll come looking for you here. But I know where you can hide. You must go to the cemetery north-east of here. There, you’ll find a coffin on the ground. I’m afraid it’s already occupied, but I’m sure there’s more than enough room for two.”

A look of absolute terror materialises on your face.

“What?! A coffin?”

The hunchback laughs.

“It’s either that or you’ll join him anyway. Now hurry, the guards are nearing!”

You shake your head.

“Okay. Thank you … I guess.”

You open the door and the fog absorbs you once again. Had you stayed just a few seconds longer, you might have heard the hunchback speak the words, which would come to seal your fate:

“When the bell has sounded thrice
You must pay the ultimate price
For taking my advice.”

But unfortunately you did not.

As you near the cemetery you start having second thoughts. How did that freak know you were coming? Suddenly, a shout breaks the silence.

“We know you are out there!”

The guards! You HAVE to hide. You enter the cemetery, and the fog almost seems to come alive, swirling about you as you walk through the forest of tombstones. There it is. The coffin. You shudder at thought of what you have to do. Then you lift the lid. A dead man, dressed in his finest clothes, is lying in there. His eyes are closed and he actually looks quite peaceful. You take a deep breath and lie down on top of him. Then you pull the lid back over the coffin. The smell down there is not very pleasant, but you are not planning to stay in the claustrophobic casket for long anyway.

As you lie there in the coffin you are overcome by exhaustion, and eventually you fall asleep.

You wake up to the sound of church bells. They sound three times, and then they stop. The coffin seems to be rocking and bouncing.

27-Sep-2012 22:43:51 - Last edited on 01-Oct-2012 23:58:43 by Aeraie

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“What the he-” you say. Then you realise what is going on. The coffin is being carried! Suddenly, the movement changes direction. The coffin is now being lowered down. You are struck by absolute fear and horror. Someone is trying to bury you!

“No, wait!” you scream, pushing the lid. No-one replies and the lid refuses to move. “For Zamorak’s sake! Please, sir, this is a misunderstanding, I’m not even supposed to be here!” Still no-one replies. Now you hear digging, and the first heap of dirt is thrown down onto the coffin. Your cries become more urgent, and your hands are clawing desperately on the inside of the lid. “Sir, PLEASE! I’m ALIVE!” The digging continues for some time, and when it finally stops, your fingers are bloody from scratching the lid. “No!* your voice is shrill with fear. “This can’t be happening!”

Your body trembles and fear cripples your mind as you lie there in the darkness, where death is the only way out.

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