Weird Shit Going On

Okay, now I'll tell you all what's been happening. My town, undisturbed, quiet, we all keep to ourselves. Underground drug businesses are many, but since poverty hit they aren't worth the police force's time. I know this thanks to highschool, I'll be friends with anyone but doesn't mean I'll do the crap you do. Anyway, I've heard all sorts of drugs in our town.

For a town that's still far from being called a city, our underground crime is really an issue. But........sadly no one cares.

That's not the weird shit, the weird shit isn't normal crime. I think I can sum up the problem in three words: Obsessed Creepypasta Fanclub.

Very funny, that's real cute....the numbers counting down, vandilism, and school threats aren't. 

No....they're not construction marks. I asked the workers one day. They find this writing everywhere, but it's not there's. It's in chalk, spray paint, on the side of the trains. It's everywhere....

I love Creepypastas, great horror fiction, really like Urban Legends, but I love the video game ones a lot more. However, going out of your way to put these everywhere is out of hand. 

I mean seriously, do you not have a paper and pencil?

That's not all. 

As a joke, a friend and I went down into the park near the middle school in our town. It has frisbee golf and a small patch of woods. I was going to scare him on the trails with the whole "look it's Slendy" not that it'd work mind you....

Down in the trails we decided to go check out the wheat field they changed into a wheat maze. 

Walking through it, I got bored, picked up a rock and through it into the wheat field. I joked that it's was going to end in a hillbilly children of the corn, but instead we heard laughter. 

I know, I know, coulda been anyone. 

We froze, wondering what the hell was there, and then I heard a little honk, like a bike horn or clown horn. He had heard it to and then I heard twigs breaking.

It could have been a prank, but we both started running, and I swear I heard laughter following us.

The rest of the Creepy things are more psychological.

Dreams of death, feelings of strong paranoia, severe headaches. 

I'm clean, completely. Haven't touched drugs or alcohol in my life. I've already gone to a therapist for my parents divorce, no new problems have occured.

The last mystery is the ARG....Remember.exe....more on this issue later....

Till then, goodbye...

Sorry for absence

I can honestly tell any who bothers to read this, this summer has not been a break.

Odd Happenings

No joke, since this is my normal blog, don't think this is a Creepypasta.

Okay, the Sims Freeplay game has to be my favorite game, at least on my phone, but lately its been driving me nuts.

First, this all happened after the Christmas Mission and my creation of the Creepypasta 4 Times to Many. What happened is well, lets start from the beginning of these odd occurrences. First, is I went to finish my Christmas Mission for the thing, find the missing elves. I had no life points and time was almost up on the mission (2 hours left) and the current thing would take 5 hours. So, regretfully, I shut the game off. I returned to it later, intent on collecting money from my plants, and when I glanced down at my missions, I saw I had the Christmas Mission still there.

Clicking the mission, I saw I had a day left, despite it was the day after Christmas. However, rather than let this glitch go to waste, I completed the mission, and found that a few actions that took hours would glitch and finish early. I had just begun Sims Freeplay at beginning of the month and knew that it would go against Apple and EA to cheat in the game and it could mess up the game, so I had never done so.

I got 3 life points and was--

(hold the phone on this will you please. I didn't name this post, I'm sure I didn't. I just saved the file and left so I could work on it. Nevermind, let's continue.)

--

--prompted to go the pet store and buy a free reindeer. I couldn't since I didn't build the Pet Store and needed a 100,000 simoleons, which was a lot since I was a beginner. So, I just went back to my main mission. After a while, I went back out and went to collect taxes on houses, and again the Christmas Congratulations thing popped up and I got 3 more. Nice, and I thought it was a small glitch, because I haven't bought the Pet Shop.

Lt's just say I bought the Pet Shop, it's been a week, and I've gotten over 30 free lifepoints from the glitch. Not a problem, I guess, its just lucky or so I thought.

This WAS NOT, the only glitch. A few other ones, are I was moving a family to a bigger home and an unknown family popped up that I had no deatails on, and when I moved them out of curiosity, they wre the elves from the quest. Not weird at all except I couldn't talk to the them or control them. I could feed the reindeer that came with them, but nothing more. The creepy thing is they move on their own, do things by themselves. I ended up putting them in an empty house and deleting all the doors and everything in the house. They still moved, sometimes going through the walls. I tried to delete the house, and I can't get rid of them! Please EA, update this, or someone tell me they're having the same problem. Another few ones, are my sims displaying odd emotions or glitching when doing activities. Fishing sideways, planting something and due to a glitch having it cancelled, and the plant finishing depsite the lack of people there.

The other few are random game crashes, sudden completions, despite the hours of long time, and the black figure. Do not laugh, do not say fake. I told you this was NOT a CREEPYPASTA!!! I know, what I wrote. I know I created that Creepypasta 50% true. I know I put the black figure in, but when we create things, we don't expect them to come--

(pause again, just I typed that my sims game just glitched again, and shut off)

--true. I should be sleeping, its late, but my friend pestered me to read BEN Drowned, rather than listen to it.

(pause again, I just got another glitch Christmas Thing: Congrats, you have got three more life points.)

I don't mind, I've been using them often. Anyway I'm stuck awake with the possibility that everything I write comes true.

Laugh all you want, but what if what I say is't a "oh its not real" what if its real.

The other possibility is BEN is real, and I'll conlcude my odd report there. I swear I saw the black figure again, but I wish not to see it over and over. If BEN is real, and can see this, I hope you're having fun, I'm sorry for whatever I did to offend. And I'm talking to myself.

Life---Ghosts and Writing

LOL, that's the title of this blog...HA!

Anyway, what's been haunting me lately? You ask.

Well, good question, if anyone knows. I write fanfiction, all the time. On two accounts mainly, because I ruined one account's cred on the writer street. Yeah...that doesn't sound as cool outloud as it did in my head. Writer's have street cred in the writing community. You write some suckass stories and your cred goes down.

So...yeah, that's why I have two accounts..now back on track.

I've not been able to write for a while, and when ever I consult my characters in my head, they point out to me, I've made good original characters, and it's about time I use them. I love my originals, but honestly, I can't really let them interact.

For example:

McDaniel: A stuff animal maker in a mysterious shop that appeared. He is young, handsome, and no one knows nothing about him. He plays a backing mysterious roll throughout the story, seeming to know that his shop has demons. After the story ends, the protagonist goes back into the shop to try to ask him what was his game, why did he kill them, and she finds that he never existed.

The story he's in and its plot. (Note: THIS STORY IS COMPLETELY AND WHOLY MINE. ALL MINE. IF YOU DARE TRY TO STEAL MY IDEA AND MY WORK, I CAN SUE YOU, I CAN ACCUSE YOU OF PLAGIARIZING, AND THIS IDEA WILL NEVER BE ANYONE'S EXCEPT MINE. CHANGING THE NAMES AND SMALL DETAILS OUT OF MY ORIGINAL IS NOT MAKING IT YOURS, IT IS STEALING. I CAN'T SAY THE DEMON WON'T COME AFTER YOU...OR ME. SAVVY?)

McDaniel's Madhouse: A mysterious stuff animal shop exists on the street. No one knows when it was built, no one knows who McDaniel is, but everyone knows that the shop is the best. Make your own teddy bear, and much more. Any and every stuff animal in existence. A group of teens are curious about the shop, and these delinquents act like a very messed up Mystery Gang and break into the shop to see if they can find something on the mysterious McDaniel. Looking through the shop, they find that there is nothing, but stuff animals. Nothing, but stuff animals. Disappointed, they are about to leave, when one of the guys comes up with an idea of vandalizing the shop. They start to tear apart stuff animals, ravaging the shop, when they hear a soft click. One of the girl's realizes that the door has locked. Freaked, they immeditately try to get back out to find everything locked. They think it must be a security system, but a second survey realizes that there is no security or electronic devices, everything is old fashioned. They also discover, that according to the log book, the money earned doesn't go taxes or anything regular, it goes to charities.

After that, they call their friend who stayed home for her to see if she could open the door from the outside. While they are waiting, one of the trapped teenagers admits they have to go the bathroom and she/he (haven't decided) will go off to the restroom. A horrified scream sounds and they rush to the bathroom and away from the door. When they open the door, they find rather than one of the guys (lets make it a guy :) gone, and a teddy bear sitting against the wall in the bathroom. One of the braver guys goes over and picks up the purple teddy bear. A note is neatly pinned on it.

The note, is not long, or eloquent: I AM HUNGRY.

A little creeped, by the blunt typed note, they leave the teddy bear and venture back towards the door. To find, a row of stuff animals in front of the door. A little ferret stuff animal, a few cat stuff animals, three stuffed dogs, a dalmation, a golden retriever, and a minature pincher. Hesitantly, the brave guy looks at them, and then attempts to step over the stuff animals.

As soon as he gets over the stuff animals, they all turn in unison. The others do not try to cross, and watch as the stuff animals pull out little shanks made of various things.

They gang up on him, and he runs for the door, and begins to rattle it trying to get the door to open. He then attempts to run over them, since the tallest one is as tall as his knee.  Before he can a figure, completely black with white glowing eyes appears. It  stabs him repeatedly and then it disappears. The stuff animals swarm his body, and when the others are sure the stuff animals are gone, they rush over to find in the guys place is a rhine stuff animal with one of the suff animal shank buried in its mist. Red thread mimicks blood and stuffing is loose.

To the remaining other's relief's there friend arrives. She stands outside the door for a few conversing with them, but she opens the door eventually, but before they can rush out she, spots the stuff animals lying all over the ground. The others warn her and shout, knowing those stuff animals were not all over the ground a few minutes prior. She disregards them, thinking its part of their vandalism.

She starts picking them up and putting them back on the shelf. When she reaches the last stuff animal, a human sized tiger stuff animal. She lifts it up and puts it into its bin. As she turns around her friends start screaming as stuffed paws reach out of the bin and grab her. She screams as she is hauled into the bin. The guy holding the door panicks, having had a crush on the girl and rushes forward and attempts to search the stuff bin.

(as far as I got)

So all in all, as much as I've love my originals, they are hard to develop. It's easier to borrow those that are perfected.

...

I have killers, I have protagonists, and I have plenty to use, but I feel they aren't as good as the normal.

As for the ghost part....

I haven't been able to sleep, because of the stupid completely black figure that drifts around my room.
More on that later.

Dreams

It's sad to think that we all have dreams that probably won't be fulfilled. I was looking at the blog of my old teacher and I wanted to cry. He had left his job for a dream, and the person he loved left him, his dream was never reached, and all of it went down hill.

Is that what waits for all of us.

Dreams left untouched.

Life down hill.

Lover's gone........

Or perhaps, we shouldn't let go. We should just cling to them or our lives aren't worth living. Come to think of it why do we all exist. Humans live a mundane life where greed and control are we all do. We destroy, we kill, we hurt all that trust us. Well, each era has a mass extinction that ends it and ours is due soon... So, goodbye 90% of you.  Really, I wouldn't be surprised if we all died. Human kind deserves to be replaced by a smarter kind.

We humans think we're all tough and mighty.

Wait till all those teens in school face reality and get beaten and mind-fucked by it. That will show them. I know perfectly well how cruel reality is. That is why I am a writer. I can live in the world of fantasy to relieve the pain of the world of reality. If anyone ever wants to give up on life or feels like their dreams are not ever going to reached...

Pick up a pencil, computer, or whatever method you write with and start writing, because if you fight the world tooth and nail, and fight it with all your might then you will achieve your dream, but you must fight hard.

First Draft of New Beetlejuice Fanfiction

(Disclaimer) I do not own the characters from the movie Beetlejuice, or the cartoon, or anything recognized under Warner Brothers, the Geffen company, Tim Burton or elsewhere.

(Note) To be put on fan fiction eventually.

Chapter 1:

In truth, Betelgeuse was a liar. In lie, Juno didn't know the truth about him. 

Actually, she knew Betelgeuse very well. She knew he was not the average ghost, nor was he a ghoul, nor was he a poltergeist. Sometimes she wished she could tell people what he really was, why he was cursed, but they were told never to reveal a demon to the outside world. Why? Well, some would call him on purpose for their evil doings. In religious belief, or what little she knew of it, Betelgeuse would be despised highly. But if they understood, he wasn't born a demon, he was made one by his own choices. A limbo demon, someone who dies and becomes completely (mostly) corrupt.  Demons were capable of much, including, but not limited to: possession, killing in dark ways, murdering ghosts, exorcism of the living, exorcism of the dead, a form of power (juice, dark magic, or other), mind control, special powers (strength, x-ray vision, etc.) and much much more. 

Betelgeuse was able to do much. Things such as: some of the things listed, the special power of persuasion, and his smell. Persuasion, was his key element and boy did he ever use it...

....(to be continued another time)...

Writing Prompts: Paranormal Horror

A. 3rd Person: (paranormal, gore, horror) A lonely teenager starts using a Ouija Board and supposedly starts talking to a ghost who just wants to talk. After a while, it becomes obvious (to the reader) she's talking to a demon, and it wants more...

B. 1st Person(paranormal, mystery, crime, horror): Someone thinks they're being stalked by someone, but whenever they try to get proof it never shows up.

C. 3rd Person (paranormal, humor horror) : A group of teenagers on a bus on a seven hour field trip have their bus hijacked by a poltergeist/demon and are held hostage on the moving hell bus.

D. Possessed ferret/cat/dog/mouse/rat/hamster is let loose in a school.

E: Phantom of the opera styled romance horror between Beetlejuice and Lydia. (watch Beetlejuice movie)

F. Three jocks accidentally kill a punk/gothic/nerdy/other girl and she begins to haunt them. One of the jocks will learn their lesson and discover that she was only in a coma and she can be cured. Another of the jocks doesn't learn and will be haunted till he commits suicide. The other will dismiss that fact she exists and stumbles upon the dead body of his friend and goes psycho.