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.

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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.