SUE: A Night Of Terror (Open to Everyone)

[Georgina Speer]

George giggled, "I'm not tipsy, I'm just fabulouuuuu~s!" She stated. Well, it was true. "Kam. Like camera. Gotcha." A lot of people seemed to be calling her Kami, but it was like how people called her Gigi - maybe it wasn't a name she asked to be called.

A lot was happening at once. She greeted anyone who happened to know her and slowly her army of fluffles seemed to be diminishing, which she was none to pleased about. In fact, she had none left, except for Lady Llamacheeks. What was life. The accusation that Oriel would get scared was one that she laughed at - Oriel? Scared? Puh-lease. That was pretty ridiculous. Surely. But she stood down from saying Phen would be scared - if he was so sure. Only time would tell.

And then there was the arrival of Greg, which made her smile pretty wide (Mary Poppins, that was a new one), "You haven't missed anything. And when have you ever seen me of all people reject food, you great wollock?" She went to go dive into one of the bags, but it seemed that the party was actually starting - ergo, story telling was about to commence. And whilst food was her forte, George knew when not to be rude. Sometimes. She left the bags alone as Kam began to tell her story, listening and trying to set the scene in her head... when an image of this bathroom bachelor (yup, that was totally his nickname) appeared right in front of her new found friend. She stared at the disgusting figure in awe, mouth dropped open in entertained shock. She continued to watch it as it looked around and looked around herself, at her friends, wondering if (and a small part of her, hoping that) they could see him too. She could feel her heart pound, but she lived off of this kind of adrenaline.

Once Kam completely her story of creepy horror, and the man disappeared, George chuckled and looked at the floor, carefully opening one of the bags of fooooood slowly, so as to not make a huge racket - "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why girls go to the toilet in packs." She muttered, probably a little louder than she intended. She would offer up a story herself, but she knew how wacky she was. It... probably wouldn't make any sense.

Mmm... salty. Hopefully, the next story would be just as creepy - if not, better.

[Greg Mackenzie]

The ghost story was…special, to say the least.

He too felt a little underwhelmed by the story, not because it’s bad, but because of the setting. Greg agreed that indeed, had it been set somewhere else, it would’ve been totes scary. (The girl with the pretty blonde hair produced an image far better than what his mind could imagine; he actually felt a little started when he looked up and almost choked on a potato chip he was working on). But since Ms. Storyteller set it on Hammel, the mystery part sort of vanished on Greg. Bathroom Bachelor, who would’ve been a spectre haunting a women’s washroom ‘cause he was unfairly tried for witchcraft back in the Dark Ages, just turned into a pervy illusionist or a shapeshifting prankster. Nothing the telepath hasn’t encountered in Hammel before.

“I thought girls go in packs to help each other put their tampons on?” Greg replied, definitely louder than he should’ve. “Or rather, in,” the Canadian added, complete with a gesture of inserting two fingers in between his outstretched legs. He absentmindedly linked arms with Gigi and put his head on her shoulders as he scanned the room. His eyes stopped on a boy huddled with a blonde under a blanket. “Omg he’s cute,” he squeaked, immediately burying his face on George’s arm when he realized just what he said (and how loud he’s said it).

Fuck please let her not be his girlfriend.

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“Hush, and behave,” Oriel muttered to Phoenix with a teasing smile. This shit was nothing so far and none of these chicks knew what they were talking about! Oriel wasn’t scared, hell, he wasn’t even nervous, not like that cousin of Phoenix’s who looked like he was about ready to jump out of his skin. And definitely not enough to warrant the cuddling business that Ray and Bimbo girlfriends were doing over there. Carefree idiots like them were a perfect match for each other, he wished them well.

His eyes flicked to Greg Brady as he came in late and rolled his eyes and he ended up sitting somewhat close by to them. Gee….it was because of George, right? Made sense, the Plushie Queen just happened to be the popular one in the room. Oriel would try to not get on her about that later.

Finally the stories started and Oriel tightened his grip around Phoenix’s hand as he listened. And listened. And then rolled his eyes because come on, it was a story about the ladies’ bathroom of all things and not even about ghosts but some creeper who liked to voyeur on girls taking a piss. Not exactly Amityville material. He relaxed his grip and released a rude and bored trill of his lips. Though…had Oriel been one of the Kailin’s illusion victims, he might have been a bit startled..maybe.

“Careful Brady,” he warmed in a voice not much louder that the other boy’s squeaky declaration. “Stare too hard, he might actually feel your woodpecker from across the room.” Oriel snorted and leaned his head back into Phoenix’s. “This ain’t nothing,” he insisted quietly to his boyfriend.

[Axelle Flint]

"Oh well I guess I'll go," Axelle answered from next to Kam as she took the flashlight and flicked it back on. She hadn't been expecting the creepy bathroom stalker to materialize but someone had made it so. It was a good thing that she hadn't been holding anything but her stuffed giraffe since she had pretty much crushed it in surprise. The only thing that had kept her from squealing outright was the fact that she lost her voice when she was scared like that.

"Um, okay soooo this happened to me about a month ago," she smiled nervously because it had been scary to her at the time but she wasn't sure if anyone else would think it was scary or just weird. "I was sleeping in bed one night and suddenly I feel these two small hands push against my back, like they're trying to wake me up yeah?" she paused and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "And then I heard the voices," she added quietly. "They were talking to each other about how they had to wake me up because it was important, and then I felt the hands push against my back again harder this time. I know I was awake because I opened my eyes. I could still hear them whispering but it was less words and more sound this time. So I did the only thing I could do. I turned over really fast to tell whatever it was that I was awake...and there was nothing there." she stopped her story because she felt that was a good a place as any but shivered involuntarily as she clearly remembered what it had felt like to have two small hands pushing against her in the attempt to wake her up.

“Next?”

[Madison Davis]

"Tell me about it" Maddie mumbled. She wasn't that scared just more creeped out. Despite her fragile and child-like nature Maddie wasn't one to be easily scared and was actually very brave. Not to mention she read and watch horror movies and stuff about the supernatural all the time. it was a creepy story and Maddie will probably be a little hesitant to use public restroom for the next few weeks but she was still calm. The things that scared her the most was voodoo,clowns, and thunderstorms. Now if story had one of those tonight she will be terrified.

Maddie smiled at the boy who said Ray was cute. Well she think he was talking about him because he was looking their way. She nudge way arm and whispered to him, "I think you have an admire" she said nodding over to the host boy.

She listen to the redhead story and shuddered. "I would of been freaked" she said to Ray.

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Phoenix looped his skinny arm around Oriel's waist, nuzzling him close while the host announced the beginning of the stories and told... Oh, Kam.... To go first. Phen kept his eyes down as she started, squeezing Oriel more tightly as the story went on, but more from embarrassment for being in the same room as his past hookup than the actual story itself. Sure, it was creepy, but as he'd said, Phoenix didn't really get scared of these sorts of things. Even if he'd been a target of the illusion, he probably would have snorted and called it a fake. Puh-lease, he'd seen worse in his own hallucinations.

Still, he felt like he needed to say... "Good story, Kam," he murmured quietly, loud enough to hear but obviously full of shy uncertainty for addressing the girl. He shot Oriel a look when he snorted rudely. "Shush," he scolded him, rubbing up and down the boy's arm. "There's plenty of time left t'see you pee yourself."

When the other girl started her story, Phoenix listened with a little more interest. It was... Weird that she said she experienced it herself, but the pixie boy quickly (and possibly incorrectly) interpreted that she'd said it just to freak people out more and make it more 'real'. So... Again, he wasn't bothered. And Phoenix felt smug about it. "Only hands you'd feel in the night are mine," he murmured in Oriel's ear, wrapping his lips around the lobe and giving it a playful tug before letting out a quiet giggle. "And you should be super afraid of that~"

Had he been a meaner person, Phen might have considered making things more interesting by dousing the room in hallucinogen and watching people panic. But he was definitely not like that, not to mention it would likely start a fire with all these candles around.

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Unlike Phoenix and other people, Xun was somewhat frightened by the story. Sure, it didn't involve ghosts, but that was sort of ghosty behavior, wasn't it? And come to think of it, he was sure he'd experienced ghost-like behavior in the boy's bathroom before, with sinks randomly turning on and things moving. He shivered and nestled himself closer to Brooke... Just as the terrifying, hulking creature appeared over the girl's shoulders.

Squeaking involuntarily, Xun smashed his face against his friend's bosom, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and shivering like crazy. "It's not real it's not real please tell me it's not real..." he mumbled, trying to get the image out of his head. It... It was someone's ability. Right? A monster wouldn't just... Show itself like that. And no one else seemed all that scared. But Xun was still too buried in Brooke's cleavage to notice.

He barely heard the next girl's story; what he did hear only made him clutch the dark-haired shapeshifter's body tighter. "This was a bad idea," he whispered in a squeaky voice. "I wanna go back to my room."

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Anthony had to hand it to these kids, some of these stories were pretty darned creepy. He leaned in closer to Kailin and whispered, “Little does everyone know, I’m the ghost creeper in the girls bathroom.” He snickered at the light joke, not thinking that it was anything more than his normal, arrogant I’m-so-awesome attitude that he normally had. Because the truth was that Anthony still did think he was the bomb and that a girl should not like him. But, unfortunately for them, he liked Kailin and was with her, so they’d all just have to admire him from afar.

He chuckled at the small quips that he heard flung about between the small group. Apparently some knew each other, some didn’t, and some wanted to know those of the other side of the group. This was good, that was the point of this get together, to bond with new people over a case of the willies.

The second story, Anthony had to admit, had a little more punch into it, but he too wasn’t sure if it really was a personal experience or just something to say to make it a little bit creepier. “Ooo…” he said with a shudder. “i think that one gave me chills.” He wanted to laugh at the asian boy who was clinging so tightly to his girlfriend in his childish fright. Anthony instead cleared his throat and gestured to the girl. “Hey you, cutie. You said you had some stories too, right? Why don’t you go next?” Anthony had one too, but wanted to get everyone else out of the way first.

[Raylaigh Hawthorne]

Raylaigh shivered as his imagination ran away with him and he snuggled closer to Maddie. His big strong Maddie would protect him! If not any killer would have to at least get through all of the stuffed animals and blanket to get to Ray. He was first class at flailing too so, they’d have to have good luck grabbing him once he started to flail. Ray laughed at the girl’s explanation about girls going to the bathroom in packs. That was the best way to be safe. Never go to the bathroom alone. His wings were tightly pinned and it was getting a little uncomfortable but he didn’t dare move to make them more comfortable. Ray’s eyes were on the boy who was talking about tampons now and he wrinkled his nose at the crude gesture and turned back to Maddie missing the fact that he was the one the same boy then claimed was cute.

Admittedly he looked up to see if he could see who this guy was looking at, but it appeared he was already hiding his face in shame and Ray started to giggle then Maddie elbowed him and his face flamed. “What? You think so?” He whispered back to Maddie, “He’s cute too.” He smiled and held his tongue between his teeth to suppress an excited giggle. He slid his eyes back toward and boy and gave him a flirty wink.

Ray’s attention was called to the next story after that and his thoughts were occupied by the story now. Oh god! Voices and hands! He unconsciously hugged Maddie’s arm and pulled the blanket closer around him now holding it just under his eyes as his big browns darted here and there in the dimly lit room in an attempt to make sure there were no secret ghosties hiding around. Alex had warned him about ghosts, then she had told him they weren’t real but he wasn’t sure he believed here, not after this story. “Me too,” he agreed, if she couldn’t already tell. If that were him in the story there would be a Raylaigh shaped dust cloud left hanging in the air from the speed at which he got the hell out of there. He shivered. “God, that’s not okay, can’t ghosts just be scary without touching you!?” He hugged Maddie and the stuffed animal closer. Maybe this was a bad idea. He glanced at the other boy who was freaked out. At least he wasn’t the only one.

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“Naah, you’re fine,” Brooke tried to comfort the skittish China-man. Once the first story started, however, Brooke was….more interested in Xun’s response to the story than the story itself, to be honest. After all, how could she not with the boy practically motor-boating her A-cups. Of course, she didn’t know that the pretty blonde over there was actually giving off illusions to make it creepier than it sounded. As such, her attention was, for the most part, also distracted throughout the second (really short) story. Brooke wrapped her arms around Xunie’s head, mushing his face even further into her chest as she spoke up. “Woot! I’mma give ya gaiz a super case o’da chillz!” she gleed, pushing Xun away and onto the cute couple with the blanket fort. Brooke was going to need some arm room for this one.

“Okies!” She started, giving her throat a good clearing. “This is a story that moms tell their kiddies out in the old southwest. Maybe you heard it, maybe you didn’t, either way, don’t matter. This is the story of La Llorona, The Weeping Woman.” Brooke lowered her voice and began:

La Llorona is said to be blessed with natural beauty and long flowing black hair. Wearing a white gown, she roams the rivers and creeks, wailing into the night and searching for children to drag, screaming to a watery grave.

Christened "Maria", she was born to a peasant family in a humble village. Her startling beauty captured the attention of both the rich and the poor men of the area. She was said to have spent her days in her humble peasant surroundings, but in the evenings, she would don her best white gown and thrill the men who admired her in the local fandangos.

Eventually, Maria married a wealthy man who lavished her with gifts and attention. However, after she bore him two sons, he began to change, returning to a life of womanizing and alcohol, often leaving her for months at a time. He seemingly no longer cared for the beautiful Maria, even talking about leaving her to marry a woman of his own wealthy class. When he did return home, it was only to visit his children and the devastated Maria began to feel resentment toward the boys.

One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two children on a shady pathway near the river, her husband came by in a carriage with an elegant lady beside him. He stopped and spoke to his children, but ignored Maria, and then drove the carriage down the road without looking back.

After seeing this Maria went into a terrible rage, and turning against her children, she seized them and threw them into the river. As they disappeared down stream, she realized what she had done and ran down the bank to save them, but it was too late. Maria broke down into inconsolable grief, running down the streets screaming and wailing.

Maria mourned them day and night. During this time, she would not eat and walked along the river in her white gown searching for her boys -- hoping they would come back to her. She cried endlessly as she roamed the riverbanks and her gown became soiled and torn. When she continued to refuse to eat, she grew thinner and appeared taller until she looked like a walking skeleton. Still a young woman, she finally died on the banks of the river.
 
Not long after her death, her restless spirit began to appear, walking the banks of the Santa Fe River when darkness fell. Her weeping and wailing became a curse of the night and people began to be afraid to go out after dark. She was said to have been seen drifting between the trees along the shoreline or floating on the current with her long white gown spread out upon the waters. On many a dark night people would see her walking along the riverbank and crying for her children. And so, they no longer spoke of her as Maria, but rather, La Llorona, the weeping woman. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, for La Llorona might snatch them, throwing them to their deaths in the flowing waters.

Some tales say that she kills indiscriminately, taking men, women, and children -- whoever is foolish enough to get close enough to her. Others say that she is very barbaric and kills only children, dragging them screaming to a watery grave.

There are many sightings of this beautiful, thin apparition. One I heard was of a family, sitting outside talking where they saw a tall, thin woman walking along the creek. She then seemed to float over the water, started up the hill, and vanished. However, just moments later she reappeared much closer to them and then disappeared again. The family looked for footprints and finding none, had no doubt that the woman they had seen was La Llorona.

While she has primarily been seen only along the rivers of the southwest, recent sightings have had her appearing as far out as Montana and the Mississippi River, still looking and crying for her lost children.

Brooke fell silent, letting her words hang in the air for a moment before grinning with a cheerful, “Next?”

[Kailin Bishop]

The next story was easier to project for the blonde, considering there was no formations to be created, just voices and touches. Kailin leaned into Anthony as she started her projection to Oriel, Brooke, and Ray. The feeling of hands on their shoulders, on their back, and whispers of younger girls saying to get up. And then it stopped, and Kailin decided they needed something else in it. A flash, and then a scream only to be heard by those three. Get Up! It said. Help Me!

By that time, Kailin was exhausted, and the headache was beginning, but the Blonde was determined to keep it up until the end of the night, even if that meant going until she practically passed out from the pain.

The Cutie comment coming from Anthony towards Brooke was ignored, mainly because she was focused at making the illusion fade a little more naturally. By the time she let up, the brunette was already into her story, and she focused on the ideas forming in her head. God, the story was creepy.

So the vocal illusions would continue, as will the visuals. A bone thin woman, eyes hollowed black with a tattered white dress appeared to Anthony, Kam, and Phen. She howled, searching for her children, and she paced, her black hair swaying due to nonexistent wind.

"Mi amor..." She hissed.

And Kailin ended the illusion there, since it was all she was able to handle at that moment.

[Greg Mackenzie]

Greg tried his hardest to ignore the boy and let him be – going as far as to avoid his gaze – and still Oriel had something to say. Part of him wanted to just stay silent ‘cause what seemed to be Oriel’s boyfriend was there and he was cute and Greg didn’t want to appear like a jerk in front of a cute boy, but at the same time he just couldn’t let Oriel win. Or at least think that he won ‘cause Greg didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry my humongous woodpecker makes you feel inadequate, Johnny Depp knockoff,” he hissed, albeit in a low voice so (hopefully) only Oriel would hear (and not Anthony or cutie with the blonde or illusionist blonde or blonde with the cutie wrapped under the blanket with him or anyone else), “My suggestion? Take that humongous butt plug out of your ass and maybe you’d feel a lot less tense.”

He was about to say something else when another girl volunteered to tell her story. And again, he was unfortunately underwhelmed. Oh the setting people, he thought. It was scary indeed, but since she was a Hammel student, it could’ve been just a rude little shithead with nothing better to do. Like his roommate Dylan. He was a little surprised that he didn’t get any images and/or voices this time around though. He got a sense of some people getting terrified – and hearing the voices themselves cause his telepathy was a curious little bitch without any sense of privacy – and figured blonde illusionist must’ve been projecting by groups. Smart.

The cutie’s flirty wink caught him off guard though. Despite the low light, he was fairly sure it was directed to him. And because, well, the boy was hella cute and he was fairly sure the girl he was with was cutie’s girlfriend, Greg was caught so off-guard that he basically blanked for a split-second, pretty much a deer caught in the headlights.

Then he went back to squeezing George’s arm and snuggling to it, whispering, “FuckhejustwinkedatmelikeIswearhelegitwinkedatmeandomgwhatdoIdoknowhessocuteImdyingbutwasntthathisgirlfriendomgarewehavingathreesomeafteromgewvaginasthoughivealwaysbeencurioushowtheyfeelbutomgomgomgomghewinkedatmeeeehewantsmeright?”

Greg was unfortunately a little too busy dyingblushing that he missed half of the newother girl’s story (since he didn’t know her name, he’d decided he’d call her Kate Moss. Cause she looks like a model). He did sense a little bit of the illusionist’s strain though. Then it hit him.

/Hey. Miss Illusionist Ma’am. Kailin right? I’m Greg. I’m currently burying my face on Gigi’s – I mean George’s – arm cause cutie patootie heard me say he’s cute and omg he just winked at me. But anyway! I’d like to help. I can’t do illusions but I’m working on implanting thoughts to people’s heads so…if you’d want I can maybe help plant whatever illusions you’re visualizing to the others. They won’t see it, but they’d think about it. Like an itch they didn’t know they had and didn’t know where they have it on. I think. Maybe. I don’t know./

The Mr. Wrights had been helping him so far and he figured they wouldn’t mind if he practiced his powers on his peers. It’s not like he could fry their minds accidentally or anything right?

[Kailin Bishop]

Kailin ended up burying her face in her boyfriend's shoulder, taking in his familiar scent as something to ease the oncoming headache, and also to be able to more readily focus, allowing the images to form, or at least it will allow the images to form once there is another story being said. It made it easier for her to visualize when there weren't any other visual queue's distracting her.

Her eyes blinked open quickly at the sound of another person in her mind, but realized that there were at least 8 other people in the room, so one was bound to be telepathic. She looked around and sure enough, there was a boy burying his face in some girl's shoulder.

How did she...? Did she just return his thoughts?

<Um, I don't know how this is going to work, but maybe you could help me with the auditory aspects of it just to make it a bit easier for me? I'm getting a headache already. I've never used my power this much in my life>

She could only wait for his response, and then the next story.

[Raylaigh Hawthorne]

There was so much not okay once the stories really started picking up. Ray was sure that he was imagining something when he felt hands at first but when he looked to tell whoever it was that that was so not cool there was no one there. Raylaigh couldn’t even scream, the sound he made was somewhere between a strangled swear and a whine. This was no okay! Not okay at all! Ray was caught between running for his life and hiding. He couldn’t get out of the blanket fast enough so instead he took the blanket and wrapped it as best as he could before burrowing himself between Maddie and the couch. He flailed as he scrambled behind his protector and he hid behind her hiding his head in the blanket and his face in the back of Maddie’s shoulder. He must have looked a slight, a close to six foot tall boy attempting to fit into a compact area. “Oh God! Make’em stop, make’em stop!” He cried, muffled by Maddie’s shirt. He clung to her in an effort to keep whatever the hands were from being able to drag him away. He was extremely not okay with this.

Ray wasn’t smart enough to figure that it might be illusions, he was pretty much one hundred percent sure that like Alex said, ghosts were real and they were grabbing him and going to drag him into the depths of whatever hell they came from. Ray was also extremely gullible and he had no reason to believe that it might be his imagination. At least it finally let up and Ray risked peaking up when the next story started. That was one just as scary, if not one of the scarier stories so far. He shivered and shook his head. Nope, ne was never going near any river in the south, does that include Northern Virginia? ‘Cause he’d been near those rivers his whole life, oh god, had he been courting death all along?!

“Maddie, Maddie,” Ray whispered, still hiding himself as best he could behind her, “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sleep tonight…” He might have to see if he could get her to let him sleep over or something, he didn’t want to be in his room alone, at night, with no lights and no way of warding away the scary things. He glanced across the room and saw the cute guy he'd winked at also hiding in someone’s arm and smiled a little bit. See, he wasn’t the only person scared out of his wits. Maybe they could cuddle and protect each other from the scary monsters.

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Oriel ignored the jabs that his pussy boyfriend was throwing at him. Oriel wasn’t scared. There was no such thing as ghosts. And besides, if that’s the best that high school students could come up with, then this whole night was just laughable. Oriel wasn’t even sure why he came. To prove that he wasn’t scared? Pish! What a waste of his time!

Oriel glanced over at the girl that told the story as Phoenix complimented her on her story, then rolled his eyes again. Bah. “Right, like I never heard that one before,” he said to Mr. Plleasantville. Seriously, if you were going to insult someone, at least be original about it. “Little do you know, that’s exactly where I like it.” The banter was calming, at least, however 4th rate.

He loosened his grip on Phoenix’s hand….for about five seconds, because the next girl started her story and….nope, not scared not scared. But then something touched his neck and he jerked, looking behind him. “Yeah…better be,” he said, managing a small smirk. Though by the end of the tale, Oriel was probably breaking Phoenix’s hand behind all that calm he was showing, particularly at the ending when those apparition voices called out. “Shit’s nothing…” he mumbled tensely.

The one after that, however….was going to take a lot more than a hand holding to get through. Slowly, he inched away from the circle, his face stiffer than a morning wood, and pulled Phoenix into his lap, spreading his legs to either side of his lover and wrapping his arms around the thinner boy. And thus he cuddled his brand new plushie like it was the only thing anchoring Oriel to this world. Oriel buried his face in Phoenix’s shoulder, keeping his eyes planted forward on the center of the circle, as though he expected something to appear.