Spooky Story Contest (EU) - Entry thread

[hyperbunny]

Character Name: Kitkat Mewmew
Server: Zodiark
Choice: Chocobo Noble Barding

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The warrior of light looked into the eyes of her beloved, his smile seemed to light the entire room. It was the happiest day of her life, yet, something was wrong... Kitkat could feel it in her bones. A cold gust of wind blows into the sanctum of the twelve, shivering, Kitkat turns to see who had opened the doors.
Two beady eyes stare at her, a rusted lamp swinging in it's hand, in the other, a knife that glittered dangerously under the light.
“My love?” Kitkat's beloved followed her gaze, only to find her staring at nothing. “Are you ok?”
“What? I... it was just there.” Kitkat shakes her head, sure of what she'd just seen.
“What was there?”
“Is everything ok? Kupo.” The Moogle asks kindly.
The ceremony proceeds as Kitkat tries to pay attention.
But there it was again! Behind her love, staring at her from behind a white pillar, it's hooded cloak frayed and old, it's lamp still swinging ominously, the rusted metal seems to screech out to her, the sound makes her clamp her hand to her ears, makes her teeth clench together.
“My love?” Her beloved places a warm hand to hers. “What's wrong?”
“It's there! Behind you!” But just as she goes to draw her bow, it disappears again. She realises that everyone’s looking at her strangely, maybe they thought she'd gone mad.
“Do you not want to go through with this?” Her love seems pained by the thought.
“No, no, of course I do. I love you.” Panicked, Kitkat stows her bow, peeking quickly back at the pillar she was sure she'd seen the creature.
“If our lovely couple would be so kind as to approach the dais for the ring exchange...” The Moogle says rather awkwardly, clearing his throat.
The rings are presented, Kitkat tries hard to pay attention as her beloved elegantly takes the ring and places it lovingly onto her finger, but before Kitkat can even move, the Moogle yells,
“A Tonberry! A Tonberry in the sanctum of the twelve, kupo!” His pom-pom shaking wildly as he jumps into the air.
“Good lord!” Someone cries. Before Kitkat knows it, the guests behind her cower against the walls, some even running towards the exit to escape. And sure enough, behind her, shuffling towards her with it's chefs knife outstretched, is the Tonberry.
“C-calm down! Kupo!” The Moogle exclaims.
“My lord!” The ring drops to the floor as her love stands before her, trying to shield her from the Tonberry's gaze.
But it's quiet steps had fooled everyone, the Tonberry's eyes glint emotionless as it takes it's final step towards Kitkat, it's lamp making an ear-splitting screech. Kitkat falls to the floor, her head feels as though it's being compressed, her entire body turning colder and colder, the blood in her veins freezing to ice as a single word forms in her mind: Karma.

[Crystalloluminescence]

Eorzean Defright.

The ominous Sun stood high in the sky, the weather was gruellingly beautiful and every child around Preludis was merrily smiling at him. “Let’s play and have fun!” said one of the cute little boys. “YAY! Preludis is here to play, let’s make pancakes together!” said the pretty little girl to the left of the boy. Preludis felt a warm hand on his arm and turned around to see another adorable girl behind him; “Mr. Pwe, I made a dwawing of you and mom and dad and Rhuj and Fafa and Uncle and Auntie and Blehskorf and Fluffy and, and-..”
Preludis knew he had to act fast, lest he be trapped with the kids in perfect harmony forever. “UWAARRHHH” he clamoured, as he frantically started running and he dared not stop. As the children skipped behind him, laughing heartily, Preludis convinced himself that looking back would only give them power and strip him of his courage to fight the love that was trailing him.
As he ran, he found himself inside a forest with disgustingly inviting trees and benevolent nutkins, feeding their children delicate, golden acorns in the sockets of the trees. Vibrancy was everywhere he looked. On his right, there was a lovely deer bathing in a horrible, idyllic beam of sunlight shining down the tree crowns. He kept running.

Five or 20 minutes later - Preludis could not tell time as it seemed to be fleeting in this unfamiliar part of Eorzea - he saw a fluffy bed on his left. It looked ever so inviting and repulsive. No, he had to keep running, it was not over! This was not right. This was not the fear he thrived on. This was a terror much softer and heartfelt than he could have ever fathomed.
Preludis closed his eyes and sprinted as far as his legs would carry him until not an ounce of energy was left in his calves, and he eventually stopped, cramped forwards, caught his breath and opened his eyes. Sweat was dripping in a pool from his forehead, and the air had left his lungs. But wait, the pool was not his own… This pool was… seawater. And not just any seawater, it was the menacing, peaceful waves on a sunny beach. Panic ensuing, he turned and saw a wealth of gleeful families picnicking on the shores right behind him. There was no escape. This was the end. As Preludis was realizing this, he once again felt the detestable feeling of a warm hand on his arm. Slowly, he turned his head, trembling. “Look Mr. Pwe I brought you sweet, sweet Pumpkin Stew!”

Preludis woke up with a scream.
Voice: “My, what is it my dreadful?”
Preludis: “I had a terrible dream!"
Voice: “A dream!? Now-now, go back to sleep and have devilish nightmares instead!"
Preludis: “Yes… Yes, please. Hold on, who are you?”

Preludis turned his head backwards...



Name: Preludis Crystallum
World: Moogle
Prize: Chocobo Noble Barding

[Rubieus]

It had been a busy day farming Gridanian Walnuts in North Shroud, and Rubieus decided to take a nap under an Ancient Oak. Before he realised it, the sun had set. Dark clouds wandered overhead, leaving the night sky pitch black. He was awoken by a soft chittering noise. He looked out into the night trying to find the source. Diremites? He rose quickly and stood with his back against the the tree's sturdy trunk.

The chittering had grown louder as the seconds went by. He was surrounded now, but with his vision impaired he couldn't find a target strike out at. Soft yellow eyes began to appear. A pair, then another, eventually he was staring down a dozen eyes. The chittering had grown to a dull roar before it stopped. Rubieus knew he was in trouble and thought to jump up into the branches of the Oak. He fell asleep in the safety of its branches, while below the eyes continued to watch him.

The next morning Rubieus found himself being knocked out of the branches by the host and he landed squarely on his rear with a thud. Where had all the diremites gone? he thought to himself as he searched for his pack which had been scattered this way and that. Eventually he found the pack, or rather what was left of it. He cursed under his breath as he had lost all of his walnuts in the midnight scramble.

Suddenly the chittering returned, however the noise was now above him. As he looked up at the branches, shock and dismay was etched on his face. Looking down upon him was a family of nutkin.

Character name; Rubieus Amrita
World name; Tonberry
Choice of one (1) in-game Prize (as defined below): Chocobo Noble Barding

[Minttu]

This is a story from when I was a greenhorn adventurer.

I'd been lured into East Shroud by some odd job or another. As I got there, the sky quickly grew murky as clouds as black as night piled on. Sure enough, it was soon pouring rain and only the occasional lightning would break the darkness.

This was no safe working condition for an amateur, so I hurried back towards the Hawthorne Hut where I'd arranged lodging. On my way however, I passed a lalafell thaumaturge fighting some oddly zealous gnats. Seeing as she clearly had the situation under control and I could barely hold on to my weapon in my freezing, soaked state, I pressed on instead of lending a hand.

That night, as I sat alone in my cabin, I couldn't help but to think of that adventurer. I wondered whether I should have stayed to help. Despite my worry, I soon nodded off.

Rattle, rattle.

A sound roused me. I looked up, but could see nothing but pitch black. I told myself it was probably just a branch scratching the window, and sank back into my chair.

Rattle, rattle.

This time the noise was followed by a sharp clunk. I shot up as a strong gust hit me from the window that had somehow just opened itself. I rushed to close it, and realized something had appeared on the floor.

A small scepter sat under the window.

The hair on my tail rose. In my short tenure in Eorzea I had warded off several spooks and zombies, so I quickly put two and two together.

Rattle, rattle.

The noise, louder now, alarmingly seemed to be coming from the door this time.

Rattle, rattle.

This was it. The poor adventurer I had neglected had perished and was now here to make me take my rightful place with her.

Rattle, rattle... CRASH.

The door flung open as it finally lost the battle to whatever was trying to come through. A large, twitching figure slid into the room. My ears started buzzing so loud I was nearly knocked out from the noise alone.

The figure floated towards me steadily. Thunder struck. And at that moment, I could finally make out the shape of this vengeful spirit.

It... was a gnat.

Rattled as I might have been, taking down a lost bug wasn't exactly an issue.

I later learned that gnats can get territorial during thunderstorms. Oh, and the thaumaturge I'd supposedly gotten killed with my inaction? Yeah, not counting getting a scepter eaten by a gnat, she'd taken care of her mission no problem. And the mission I'd been there to do in the first place while she was at it.

I wound up having to pay for my cabin rent with a few fetch quests. Still, I'm glad that the only thing that met its untimely end that night was my pride.


Character name: Geccy Minttu
World name: Odin
Prize: Chocobo Noble Barding

[Annapaw]

Character Name: Annabeth Haythorn
Server: Balmung
Choice: Mangdora's choker !

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It was a dark rainy night at the house Samuel and i stayed in, it belong to Mister Quince the Master Crafter.

A strong windy whistle came through the shaft's of the old house creeks waking me up late at night, my head a bit dizzy i decided to go get a glass of milk in the house's kitchen. Slowly i walk the hallway to go down the stairs but as i make the first step down the stairs i hear Samuel's voice going "O! Anna are you awake? come help me in the kitchen." surprised Samuel was awake i started descending down the stairs only to hear Samuel's voice somewhere behind me from hes bedroom's area calling me out "Anna ! don't go down there i head that voice as-well." suddenly my hairs spike my spine crawls my skin gets goosebumps!

I hold still, i didn't move an inch as i take a deep breath and only one thing goes through my mind "Where is my glass of milk!?" without a second to realize what went on from the shadows a scary figure emerged, a giant walking talking glass of milk !!

- I woke up, realizing i just overate at dinner last night and was dreaming of yummies. OR DID I!?

[navelfluff]

A suspicious eeriness hung in the air on the world of Odin as Ugly Idiot made his way to his free company house in The Mist. It was definitely living up to its name today and Ugly was sure it was darker and colder than usual, “you’re just imagining things” he told himself. But one thing was for certain there were a lot less people around than usual for this time. No one at the market board, no one at the summoning bell, not even a retainer and no one sat on the steps of any of the houses waiting to go adventuring in dungeons. Things were spooky around All Saint’s Wake time but never this spooky.
The mist turned into a thick ghostly fog and Ugly could barely see his hand in front of his face. Things were definitely not right! Suddenly he heard a rustling coming from a nearby chocobo stable, but as Ugly cautiously made his way over he noticed there was nothing there; no chocobos or anything. As he let out a sigh of relief he turned round and was startled by an abandoned pumpkin butler minion. Right, he’d had enough of this. Clearly the other Mist residents were playing some kind of practical joke. “Alright, you can come out now! You’ve got me! Very good joke!” But there was no response, only a distant suspicious cackle that he knew he’d heard in Haukke Manor long ago. Now Ugly was scared, he tried to use his aetheryte stone to teleport but he was so shaky it dropped out of his hand when he tried to use it.
Ugly decided that he would go to his room in the Free Company House and ride this out till morning when hopefully the fog had cleared and he would be able to find all his friends, he slowly crept to the house all the while turning and checking his surroundings, who knew what could be out there. Finally he made it.
He shut the door behind him, but someone had put a spooky song on the orchestrion. Now was not the time or the place for this he thought to himself. He ignored the music and went to his room but it was locked. He didn’t even know the door could be locked! Strange sounds filled the air; bumping, scratching and shuffling, this only made him more terrified. All of a sudden, the power went off. He was plunged into total darkness. All around him he felt movement as he slowly made his way back downstairs to the main hall. He wanted to cry but he was far too brave. He was the Warrior of Light for goodness sake! He took one step forward and tripped, tumbling into the basement. What happened next shocked him…
“SURPRISE!”
It had been a joke all along, his free company had set up a surprise All Saint’s Wake party! Unfortunately someone had screenshotted his face, he was going to be a laughing stock!

[navelfluff]

OOPS!

Ugly Idiot. Odin server. Noble Chocobo barding please.

[LadyAveria]

What springs on madness? What is madness? Is it the screams filling someone’s ears to the point where their mind snaps open; baring all the horrors of their nightmares into their conscious? There was something bittersweet about the notion of falling to one’s knees and giving up; staring into the face of polished death as it comes crashing down onto a tired skull. Maybe that is what insanity is, forsaking the ideology of survival instinct and giving up the struggle to live. The absence of emotion ties to anything, sapping away any remaining strength to fight against the ticking sands of time threatening to consume everyone.

Perhaps it is the lack of empathy towards another that sparks madness within a person’s soul, the dull lifeless reflection of a victim’s suffocating glazed over vision staring into the pits of emptiness of their attacker as they scratch and gag for mercy. A quick flex of strong fingers snapping their neck and watching them drop to the ground without a glimmer of remorse.

She wasn’t sure what she was doing anymore nor who the real enemies had become, all she knew was the beckoning call for her aid and the now lifeless form of the bandit under her boot. The battle had long been secured in her favour but the previous cries still rang in her blood soaked ears; drumming in beat with a thumping heart. Was the straggled man even one of the others that roamed across the farmlands; raping and pillaging everything in sight or was he simple male that reminded her so much of a force that has impacted her life so harshly that anything that even resembled the man she harboured a deep hatred for deserved to die?
This thought is what carried her piercing gaze over the foul smelling mangled bodies of everything she has killed in a single sweep of power. Were any of them so wrong they belonged rotting away in the dirt? Her own worth could be measured up and deemed it fitting for her to join their ranks in the land of the dead.

Countless battles have worn this once proud creature into nothing more than an embodiment of destruction, she remembered the first time she was accepted into the ranks of the Scions and how everyone referred to her as a being of purity and hope, now twisted into fear and distant trust whenever evil steps forth onto this land. This must be what it is like to be a beacon for salvation, something where dread and distaste can be battled against without any sympathy for the mind combating it.
This is what it must mean to truly be a warrior of light.

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Character name: Alice Madhatter
World: Zodiark
Prize : Chocobo Noble Barding

[shizukjanai]

charater: Shizukajanai Nyako
world: Sargatanas
prize: Chocobo Noble Barding


It was 31st October night, Rachel woke up, cold winter entered in room and while she was going to close windows a child voice howl hopelessly : “ help me!”. Who could be ? Rachel live alone in her castle, and why there were some mirrors in the room.
She raced and voice become more strong when she saw a shadow in mirror. She thought “what? “ and say “who are you? leave my home I hadn’t scare of you!”. The shadow disappear from mirror .
BOOM! Something was fallen on the floor, she started to coming down the stairs and she remembered that she had just seen that thing, it was the same book she read before go to sleep : “spooky Halloween story”
She picked up the book and without a precise motive she opened it.
The book was complete white, she was confused what was happening? It was real or only a nightmare ?
The words began to appear around first page, they were written slowly and with a strange ink… there was written what exactly happened before like the child voice that asked help.
Rachel thought to read how story continue , she was confused but it was the only thing that she thought sense. The strange ink continued to write and she read that “the second floor will be transformed in all white nothing” and so it was ! the second floor become all white.
She took a pencil and tried to write on book, but the words those she wrote were canceled and ink wrote “you will die” .
She was in panic how she could change that horrible final.
She noticed that ink was like old blood so she stunged her finger and started to write a new final “ the everything return like at 11.00 p.m. “ she thought the hour I go to bed and maybe I will wake up from this nightmare
The second floor reappeared and she was near bed and book was opened on bed, all was returned exactly as she wrote …. But the story like hours continue and
It was 31st October night, Rachel woke up, cold winter entered in room and while she was going to close windows a child voice howl hopelessly : “ help me!”. Who could be ? Rachel live alone in her castle, and why there were some mirrors in the room...

[NubSil]

There they were, Alexander almost dead, they could feel it, excitement showing in all their faces, 5% hp left, almost there....almost...there. Suddenly, red symbols appeared, all stuck still, panic starts to set in, they were so close, yet victory shall not be theirs this day. FF XIV SERVERS HAVE GONE DOWN



character: Nubsil
world: Zodiak
prize:Chocobo Noble Barding