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[Introduction]
Let's build a ghost story for Halloween. There is no minimum or maximum, let's just scare each other  .
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 Phoenix  One night as I drove by the old cemetery in the center of town, my tire blew out. Upon exiting my car I noticed a black cat crossing the road right in front of me. (There is no minimum or maximum). Sticktalker Looking at the date on my cell, I realized it was Halloween Eve, not the time you want to be stuck at the old cemetery...especially one where black cats lived. I punched "911" on my cell...but nothing happened, I was in a barless zone. Dang, I KNEW I should have bought Verison's service of the cheap $4.99 a month service! I tossed the useless cell on the dash of the pickup and slammed shut the drivers' door. Well, I guess I'll have to get out there, jack up the car and put the spare tire on," I thought. I knew the jack was behind the front seat, so I reached for the door handle to open the door...but... Phoenix I jumped back as a flash of lightning streaked across the sky; the light revealed a human-like figure directly behind my truck. "Uhhh...hello? Is somebody there?" Sticktalker The dark figure was back-lit by the lightning that streaked across the sky. Thunder arrived three seconds later, the sound rolling over me in a long blast that seemed to last forever. As the sound died away I realized it was not the thunder, but it my voice, shrieking in horror at the shadowy figure that only stood there, then fading quickly as the lightening died away.I reached for the door handle again and levered it, but it was stuck. I pushed down hard again on it to no avail, it appeared to be locked. Inside the cab, in the ignition, were my keys and the passenger door also seemed to be locked. Alone, a dead cell, a blown tire, locked out of my vehicle and a scary figure staring at me -- not to mention the brewing storm that promised to be a gully-washer and the fact I was parked next to a cemetery at midnight on Halloween Eve. When the next lightning flash struck I was relieved to see the shadowy figure was nothing more than a tattered sheet hanging from the bare branches of a small bush. I thought, Whew, what is going to happen next? Phoenix I decided I would have to cut through the old cemetery, it was the fastest way back to the main road. I zipped up my fleece jacket and shoved my hands deep into the pockets. It's just a few hundered feet. I can do this. I walked past the old stone entryway and slipped onto the dirt path that wound its way through the center of the cemetery. Just as I crested the first hill the brewing storm became a fully miserable rain storm. I need shelter...but where? I searched for a place to wait out the rain and stumbled upon a neglected masouleum. At the same moment that I stepped across the threshold of the Eraweb Family Masouleum I spotted a figure crouched down in the corner. I jumped back just as... Sticktalker ...a curtain of blue fire shot down from the top of the doorway to the floor. Jagged blue lines shimmered in the dim interior of the mausoleum with bright points of red sparkles scattered on and between the blue lines in an ever-changing pattern. It was like looking at a steady Fourth of July explosion. There was no "bang", only a steady, shrill humming coming from the doorway that started getting louder.The figure in the corner slowly looked up at me. A white hood was over it's head and all I could see were red eyes that looked like glowing embers shining out of the hood. "Whooo..whoo," I stammered, "whoooo are you?" The figure only continued to glare at me with those penetrating red orbs. The humming from the doorway now was running up and down the scale, reaching low tones as well as high tones too low and high to hear. The low tones made my head throb and then when the high tones came I was forced to cover my ears to keep my head from splitting open from the pain the tones caused. "STOP!" I yelled. "Stop it NOW!" The figure stood, a red spot appearing where it's mouth should be. The spot grew wider and became lips. The lips parted and the figure spoke... Phoenix "Come here!" It bellowed. "You do not belong here!""I...uhhhh...can go now." "NO! Now that you are here, you will join me." A wave of nausea flooded me as I gaped open-mouthed at the figure. "I don't...I mean I can't...uhh...join anything right now. My car has a flat, my cell won't work, and I need to get home to my family." I stammered as I tripped backwards out the door. A beam of red light shot above my head just as I fell back. The lips of the cloaked figure began to pulse and twist and then... Sticktalker I stepped back to evade the beam of red light that shattered on the top of the crypt door frame I fell into the shimmering blue lines and red light points winking there like Christmas lights flashing for I felt rather than heard the sounds reverberating in the mausoleum rise to an impossible height. My entire being seemed to shatter and explode in one convulsive shudder and I blanked out.I'm not sure how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes it was daylight, I could hear birds talking and see the fluffy green clouds floating through the pink sky. I shook my head to clear the fuzzyness that remained and I thought, Where in the world, or what world, am I? Phoenix It took a few moments for me to gather myself. As I looked around I realized where am I was indeed the question.The mausoleum was gone and in it's place stood a small wood cabin. The cabin seemed to be inhabited; as evidenced by smoke coming from the chimney. I decided my only option was to see if anyone inside could help me. This could all be a dream...please let it be a dream. Gathering up my courage I knocked on the front door. The echo of the knock cut through the sound of the birds singing. After what seemed like an hour the door began to slowly creak open. I peered inside and saw... Sticktalker The cabin was apparently abandoned. Cobwebs hung in the corner and dust sat layer on layer on everything in the room. As the cabin door closed behind me I heard a click and a moving picture appeared on the rear wall like magic. It was like an old movie, in black and white with no sound nor music.The picture showed a truck slowing to a stop in the middle of a road as a black cat raced across the road from the old cemetery. Lightning split the skies as the driver jumped out of the truck and slammed the door... Phoenix Behind the truck was a solitary figure clad in a black robe. The figure turned to me and pointed to the wall right behind where I stood. As I glanced over my shoulder I caught a glimpse of something across the back wall of the cabin. I turned and discovered the reason for all the previous night's drama, a picture and a sign.The picture was taken two weeks prior at a campout I had attended with my pal Sticky. The image showed us tossing two paper dolls into a campfire. The words emblazened upon the sign stated: The harm to the dolls you were much aware; caution you did not exercise so now beware. A curse was placed upon your hallowed night, many more to come until you make it right. The key to mend this blight is in the Paper Dolls, create four for the two before night calls. One glance at the table underneath clarified the meaning; below sat all the supplies necessary to craft new Paper Dolls.  Phoenix The End! © Copyright 2009 Phoenix, Sticktalker, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. 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