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This story is dedicated to Rose/True-Tears for being such a good friend. Disclaimer: I do not own DC. The idea of being transported to Detective Conan’s world is Chelsea’s. Kaitou Kid the Legendary Thief, True-Tears, and a certain someone own themselves. A/N: I promised True-Tears that I would write a story about her, so my dearest Sai-chan, here is your present from Nobody! Special thanks to my twin IdentityUnknown for beta-reading the first part. I did the next part in a rush (read: the past few hours while chatting and posting left and right) so sorry if it’s not so good. o0o Chapter 1 One fine summer morning, the weather was absolutely perfect as a 15-year-old girl and her sister strolled through a garden hand-in-hand. Huge cotton puffs floated by in the azure sky above, and the sun had not yet directed her scorching rays on the earth in full blast. Songbirds filled the air with their joyful chirping and butterflies fluttered by. A path of rose granite octagons snaked from the gate to the door, coursing through the heart of the slightly damp grass. The air was laden with the fresh, enticing scent of the exquisite blossoms. There were showy blooms with huge, attractive petals; tiny, shy ones clustered together in splashes of color, robust climbing types rambling up the fence, and their delicate miniature counterparts. “How lovely our garden is,” remarked the older sister, Miyu in amazement. As she did, a gentle breeze like a soft breath of heaven played with her curly black locks and caused the flowers to sway. “I wish this moment could last forever,” said Rose, who was reveling in the sight of the roses dancing in the wind. Her long, dark brown hair was parted in two ponytails. She wore a sweet blue dress with attractive floral designs. However, the day was not to last. The sky's color started changing, the blue melting away, replaced by an unnatural red, the color of fresh blood. From all directions, a murder of crows appeared like a whirlwind of black flecks, piercing the serenity of the scene with their shrill cries. Their bloodshot demonic eyes glared with murderous intent. Harsh, discordant tones replaced the lovely harmonious melody of before. The two sisters stood paralyzed for a moment before realizing the circumstances of their predicament. “What’s happening?” Miyu began to panic, almost deafened by the cawing. “Ahh!” Rose screamed as the crows flew nearer and began to circle overhead. The poor girl clung to her sister with all her might. She was scared. By now, the birds had them surrounded on all sides. Then something unbelievable happened. The crows’ bodies began to emit a reddish glow. Miyu opened her eyes and saw a blinding light threaten to engulf them. Presence of mind made her rise to her feet and run inside, instinctively dragging her sister along. Clawing her way through the blinding mob of furious birds, she reached the door at last. Rose however, accidentally tripped, falling to the ground and bruising her knees. She winced in pain, withholding a cry. “Hurry, Rose! They’re coming!” Miyu cried in terror. Her body was shaking, her fingers trembling, and her heart pounding with intense fear. She wanted to help her sister, but her legs couldn’t move from too much shock. Quickly, Rose got to her feet, but she was too late. To her horror, the crows flocked around her, wings beating and claws flashing, like birds of prey zeroing in for the kill. Then—something else happened. Sudden gusts of wind from the four directions tore through their surroundings, violently beating down tree branches and severing flowers from their stalks. Above where her sister was, covering her ears and shrieking in fright, a tiny spiral black portal opened and quickly grew in size, sucking the crows inside and taking her sister with them. “Nooo! Rose!” Miyu screamed at the top of her lungs, but what could she do now? Her sister was gone, and she had been unable to protect her. Overcome with grief and remorse, she sank to her knees and let the tears cascade down her cheeks like an endless fountain. Unknown to her, an unseen watcher was hiding in the shadows, observing the situation from afar. A crow alighted on his outstretched finger and his mouth contorted into a cold smirk. “This is only the beginning…of my bittersweet revenge. Enjoy.” o0o Rose awoke with a start. Her eyes fluttered several times before she realized where she was. Half-awake, she rose to her feet. She had to be dreaming; surely this couldn’t be real. Instead of waking up in her sister’s arms, she found herself in a dark alley beside a sack of garbage. Still dazed because of what happened, she staggered towards the street. People bustled by busy with their daily lives as though nothing had happened. She could tell that she was still in her country, Japan, but this place was unfamiliar to her. Thinking quickly, she approached a man sweeping in front of a restaurant to ask for directions. “Excuse me, Sir,” she said politely. “Can you tell me what city this is?” “Are you new around here, Miss? This place is Beika City, just a few minutes’ ride away from Tokyo,” he answered with a friendly smile. “Beika City? Why, isn’t that where Conan lives?!” she blurted out in surprise. It couldn’t be—that city was invented by Aoyama Gosho and it didn’t exist in real life! What in the world was going on? Perhaps it was all a dream? Before she could fully grasp her situation, she heard shouts from the distance. A man ran past, nearly bumping into her as he did. Acting on instinct, she winced for a second and when she opened her eyes, she saw five kids chase after him. “There he goes!” “We got him this time!” “Stop pretending! We know you’re the culprit! There’s no point in running away!” “It’s you who stole that lady’s necklace!” The culprit stopped and whirled about-face. “Stop playing games, you naughty brats! Stay away from this if you know what’s good for you,” he threatened them, cursing as he did. The children stopped several meters short and their leader stepped forward to confront him. “Game’s over. Hand over the necklace or else.” The thief’s squinted at the boy wearing glasses. His face looked calm and certain of victory. Seriously, who did that kid think he was against? “Or else? Ha! What will you do? Knock me down with your awesome karate moves?” he scoffed. “Ooh, why don’t you run home and play videogames with your Mommy?” With a cool smirk, Conan looked his opponent in the face. “No, but I’ll do this!” Pressing the button on his belt, he instantly inflated the ball, simultaneously kicking it at the man. He stepped sideways to evade the blow, but then tripped on Rose’s foot. The soccer ball slammed into his belly and knocked him backwards. He dropped the necklace and it fell to Rose’s feet as the kids gave a whooping cry of delight. “Take that, you coward!” Genta shouted and made faces at him. Mitsuhiko approached the stranger and carefully picked up the silver necklace. “Excuse me, Miss, I’ll take this.” He then passed it to Ayumi, who returned it to the old lady with a cheerful smile. She studied the boy for several moments. His features were vaguely familiar and she was sure that she had heard his voice some time before. Had they met somewhere yet? Rolling her eyes around the scene, she saw the boy who had kicked the soccer ball. He wore thick glasses and had on a jacket with the capital letter K stitched in front. “Conan?” she blinked in astonishment. “How did you know my name?” he asked, not skipping a beat. “Have we met before?” “Hey, no fair! How come she only recognized you Aren’t we famous, too?” Genta butted in. Rose rose and scrutinized them from head to toe. Something wasn’t right. Blinking several times, she finally asked, “Am I dreaming? Aren’t you Conan-kun who is really the shrunken famous detective Kudou Shinichi, Haibara Ai the scientist who created the Apotoxin, and the Detective Boys? Wait, you’re not supposed to be real!” Everyone stared at her as if she had lost her mind. “Conan-kun can’t be Shinichi-niichan!” Ayumi giggled uncontrollably. And he didn’t shrink; he’s just a kid like us!” “What’s an a–po-to-xin?” Genta asked curiously, pronouncing the words slowly. “Is it some kind of food?” “How can we not be real when we’re standing right in front of you?” Mitsuhiko stated bluntly. “Nechan, you should see the doctor,” Ayumi advised her. “Sorry, I just—I shouldn’t be here! I want to go home to Japan!” she continued, staring at them confusedly. Right now, she’d swear that she was Alice and that the portal that opened in the sky was actually a rabbit hole. “BUT YOU ARE IN JAPAN!!!” The kids chorused. “I’m from Japan, but not this Japan,” she explained, then suddenly realized the absurdity of her statement. “Is there any other Japan in the world?!” Mitsuhiko exclaimed in a have-you-gone-mad tone. “If you ask me, she’s crazy,” Genta snickered. Unlike the children, the two not-kids knew how dangerous this situation was. If the girl did know of his identity as Kudou Shinichi and Haibara’s real name, they would be in serious trouble. Even worse, she could have connections with the Black Organization. “What if she’s one of them?” Haibara whispered to Conan. “You mean, what if they shrunk her and are using her to spy on us? What if they discovered the drug’s effects?” he guessed what was on her mind. Haibara nodded and waited for him to speak. “We’re dead if they know,” he continued. “But we’re still not completely sure that it was those men who sent her. There’s still hope left. She looks sincerely confused and disoriented, as if something did happen to her.” “That could be a ruse! She’ll win our friendship and then trap us!” “If she were one of them, wouldn’t it be more logical for her to pretend that she didn’t know us, instead of blurting our names out loud? She wouldn’t blow her cover that easily.” “Ne-chan, we’re on our way to Professor Agasa’s house. If you want, you can come along and play video games with us,” Ayumi offered invitingly. “I love playing video games!” Rose exclaimed. “Especially wrestling games!” “I think Hakase has a few of those,” Mitsuhiko remembered. “What do you say, Conan-kun? She seems lonely and we should try to cheer her up!” All eyes turned to Conan expectantly. The shrunken detective sighed and replied, ”That’s okay. After all, she did help us catch the thief.” “Alright! We’re off to Hakase’s house!” they cheered. “What’s your plan?” Haibara asked Conan as the kids marched away. “This will be the perfect opportunity to monitor her actions. If she is innocent, we’ll find out pretty soon.” “And if she turns out to be a spy?” Conan looked away and waited a few moments before replying. “If that’s the case, then we’ll have another clue about those men—those evil black crows who ruined my life!” o0o Bang! Crash! With the single swing of a mop, a glass window shattered into pieces. Not very far away, a certain rival of the Great Detective of the East was having problems of his own—problems that occurred just about every single day of his life whenever he felt bored and played pranks on his classmates at Ekoda High. “BAKAITO!!!” screamed a teenage girl, swinging her mop in all directions and hitting everything except her actual target. “You’ll never catch me, AHOKO, you slowpoke!” jeered the boy she was chasing across the room. Jumping on a table, he skillfully dodged her every attack while their unfortunate classmates only barely missed a crushing blow to their skulls. The other students sighed and stayed out of harm’s way. After all, this was part of their everyday routine. Even the blonde detective Hakuba was contented watching the pair amusedly. Nothing unusual, they all shrugged. Something is definitely strange about this day. I had a weird feeling since this morning, thought Akako, who was too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice what was going on. She was staring out the window, wondering where the source of the disturbance could be. Flipping back her long magenta hair, she turned her eyes back to her notes as the teacher entered the room. I’ll find out later, she decided. One thing’s for sure: someone a great amount of magic was released, and I have to find out who is responsible for this. o0o And that’s the end of Chapter One. Chapter Two will come later…maybe soon, maybe much, much later. I’m not making any promises. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.

Hello again my dearest friends. Well, 1-2 years ago, I used to pass time by writing some ghost stories. Most of the stories are combination of my work and some i found on net/ newspapers etc. Note-: I have divided stories and writtern it on different post following this one just for a "Break Mentality", So its NOT A DOUBLE POST.. TABLE OF CONTENTS • PAGE ONE 1 - Dancing 2 - Drip Drop 3 - Reality/hELL 4 - Skinny MD 5 - The Spot 6 - Don't Peek 7 - Portrait 8 - Your Turn 9 - Babydoll 10- 3:24 • PAGE TWO 1 - The Bell 2 - Tug Tug Tug 3 - China Doll 4 - The Rake 5 - Bloody Mary 6 - New Messages 7 - 3rd of December/Carnival PAGE THREE 1 - Young Maddy 2 - An Apple a Day 3 - Hitchhikers 4 - The Grin 5 - The Oven 6 - The Cave 7 - Three Wishes • PAGE FOUR 1 - Candle Cove 2 - Just His Face 3 - The Devil's Dance 4 - Inferno 5 - Wristbands 6 - Bad Dream 7 - Infection 8 - Smile 9 - Gentlemen 10 - "Thump" In the Night And obviously, you all can also post your own stories if you have :D. It should be scary with some paranormal activity You can discuss anything scary. Discussions about ghosts, haunted places, creepy killings, or horror movies, are all permitted. If it's scary, it's most likely allowed here. BOO ^Okay..that wasnt scary at all

Hi DCW! I'm new here and I hope to have a great time in this community! I promise to do a formal introduction tomorrow. I just wanted to post a video I uploaded on youtube about Shinichi and Ran's situation and all. It's a remake from another youtube user (so I can't take all the credit). Tell me what you think of it. (by the way, Sum41 is one of my favorite bands) www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je8OlJ6BNA8 [edited by Southpaw to remove direct link]

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i prefer the older cases because they had a charm to it the newer cases lack. Maybe its the soundtrack,jokes,idk. I agree about the cases with aj

Yup, this is it. >_< For Tsuki-chan You can just read the description from the link.

It's not much, but happy 16th birthday and happy early halloween! <3 my handwriting is crappy XD XD

i agree that that clue was very misleading. i thought he was referring to the shoes lacking mud or something at first...

Ok... At the end of the newest file... I can only think "No, Gosho is NOT doing that." If he is... it is SO CLICHED! I am REALLY hoping its not...

NetNostalgia Forum - Television (local) Skyshale033 Subject: Candle Cove local kid’s show? Does anyone remember this kid’s show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don’t remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM. mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? it seems really familiar to me…..i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cove…was it about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? YES! Okay I’m not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that did*’t belong on the body. I don’t remember what station this was! I don’t think it was WTSF though. Jaren_2005 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? Sorry to ressurect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think Candle Cove ran for only a couple months in ‘71, not *72. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news. Let me see what I remember. It took place in Candle cove, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates. The pirate ship was called the Laughingstock, and Pirate Percy wasn’t a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don’t remember the girl’s name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was Janice. Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned the Laughingstock and channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face, with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked. mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? ha ha i remember now too. do you remember this part skyshale: “you have…to go…INSIDE.” Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That’s what the ship always told Percy when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock’s face with each pause. YOU HAVE… TO GO… INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful. You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth. kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? i honestly, honestly thought the villain was pirate percy. i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel. aren_2005 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? That wasn’t the villain, the puppet with the mustache. That was the villain’s sidekick, Horace Horrible. He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache. I used to think that meant he had only one eye. But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The Skin-Taker. I can’t believe what they let us watch back then. kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? jesus h. christ, the skin taker. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape. and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull. christ almighty. Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? Wasn’t his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children’s skin?? mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? yeah i think so. rememer his mouth didn't open and close, his jaw just slid back and foth. i remember the little girl said “why does your mouth move like that” and the skin-taker did*’t look at the girl but at the camera and said “TO GRIND YOUR SKIN” Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? I’m so relieved that other people remember this terrible show! I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spasingly, and just all screaming, screaming. The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this. I woke up many times from that nightmare. I used to wet the bed when I had it. kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? i don’t think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode. Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show. kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? maybe i’m manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing what you described. they just screamed. Jaren_2005 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? Oh God. Yes. The little girl, Janice, I remember seeing her shake. And the Skin-Taker screaming through his gnashin* teeth, his jaw careening so wildly I thought it would come off its wire hinges. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we did*’t have the courage to turn it back on. mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was littel in the early 70s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remebered a kid’s show, candle cove. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said “because i used to think it was so strange that you said ‘i’m gona go watch candle cove now mom’ and then you would tune the tv to static and juts watch dead air for 30 minutes. you had a big imagination with your little pirate show.” _____________________________________________________________________ I am Thomas' reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom...and he makes faces. I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger. He does this every day...well, used to. One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom. On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist...and he plunged them directly into his right eye. Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference. I can't mimic his pain. Just. His. Face. _____________________________________________________________________ The girl hurried through her schoolwork as fast as she could. It was the night of the high school dance, along about 70 years ago in the town of Kingsville, Texas. The girl was so excited about the dance. She had bought a brand new, sparkly red dress for it. She knew she looked smashing in it. It was going to be the best evening of her life. Then her mother came in the house, looking pale and determined. “You are not going to that dance,” her mother said. “But why?” the girl asked her mother. “I've just been talking to the preacher. He says the dance is going to be for the devil. You are absolutely forbidden to go,” her mother said. The girl nodded as if she accepted her mother's words. But she was determined to go to the dance. As soon as her mother was busy, she put on her brand new red dress and ran down to the K.C. Hall where the dance was being held. As soon as she walked into the room, all the guys turned to look at her. She was startled by all the attention. Normally, no one noticed her. Her mother sometimes accused her of being too awkward to get a boyfriend. But she was not awkward that night. The boys in her class were fighting with each other to dance with her. Later, she broke away from the crowd and went to the table to get some punch to drink. She heard a sudden hush. The music stopped. When she turned, she saw a handsome man with jet black hair and clothes standing next to her. “Dance with me,” he said. She managed to stammer a “yes”, completely stunned by this gorgeous man. He led her out on the dance floor. The music sprang up at once. She found herself dancing better than she had ever danced before. They were the center of attention. Then the man spun her around and around. She gasped for breath, trying to step out of the spin. But he spun her faster and faster. Her feet felt hot. The floor seemed to melt under her. He spun her even faster. She was spinning so fast that a cloud of dust flew up around them both so that they were hidden from the crowd. When the dust settled, the girl was gone. The man in black bowed once to the crowd and disappeared. The Devil had come to his party and he had spun the girl all the way to Hell. _____________________________________________________________________ There is a tunnel under the old railroad tracks just to the west of the Queen Elizabeth Way in Niagara Falls. It is known locally as the Screaming Tunnel. A path wanders through the tunnel and then up to an empty field on the hill. But the field was not always empty. At one time, a large farm house stood in the field at the top of the hill, and in it lived a happy family. Then one night, the house caught fire. A young daughter was trapped in the house, and the only way to escape was through a wall of flames. The brave young girl covered her face with her arms and ran into the fiery doorway. Her long hair and her long nightgown began to smolder as she burst through the flames and rushed out of the house. When the night air struck her smoldering clothing, it burst into flames, enveloping the girl in a raging inferno. The girl screamed in agony and ran blindly down the hill, away from the fire-stricken house. She staggered into the tunnel under the train tracks, her screams echoing and re-echoing through the night. Overcome by the flames, the girl fell to the floor of the tunnel, wailing in agony. She rolled frantically on the floor of the tunnel, trying to douse the flames, but her efforts were weak and ineffective. She was quickly overcome, and burned to death in the tunnel under the tracks. After that night, anyone that dares strike a match in the tunnel under the tracks will hear the agonized death screams of the burning girl, and a ghostly wind will instantly blow out the match. _____________________________________________________________________ When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. An example, the red wristbands are placed on dead people. There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one person in there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in. The doctor said, “That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn't you see the red wristband she was wearing?” The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?” _____________________________________________________________________ “Daddy, I had a bad dream.” You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness -- it's 3:23. “Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?” “No Daddy.” The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. “Why not sweetie?” “Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up.” For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift. _____________________________________________________________________ It’s been two weeks since this whole thing began. It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers. Plenty of people wanting to help the poor defenseless animals. Plenty of victims. Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals had gone crazy, they were scratching and biting the clean-up volunteers. They said that it was an adverse effect to whatever was in that tanker. Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They could hear screaming inside. Screams to open the doors. But that’* when it all went to Hell. As soon as they cut the door out. There was six minutes of broadcast before it went silent. Six minutes of screaming and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like rabid baboons. Breaking bones and tearing flesh. The people on the shore weren’t fairing any better. Those that had been attacked by animals were attacking everyone else. It was worse than any war zone report, it was sheer brutality, and yet the broadcast still went on for six minutes. Six minutes and then blank faces. Nobody could explain what was happening. They tried to continue with regular news, the economy, the weather, a cute human interest story, but they couldn’t make us un-see what we saw. I tried to continue with my regular life, but every time I switched on the news or walked by a news stand it was there. This big mystery. They had some explanations, some kind of infection, brain parasites, but it did*’t matter. It wasn’t an infection we were afraid of, it was them. Four days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised, and yet we’d all seen this before. Every zombie movie ever. People did*’t know who to trust. They were stockpiling food and weapons. Some tried to flee but it seems that every zombie movie was right. They did*’t make it. Three days later they arrived in my town. I expected moans, shuffling corpses, dismemberment, but that’s where the movies lied. They ran through the streets, screaming. I remember running to my front door as fast as I could, locking, barricading, doing anything to make sure it would stay shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on the second story and I could see the carnage. They were unstoppable. They were aware. A group of them made their way through a building across the street. They jumped straight through plate glass windows. Even the shards slicing through them made no difference, they just kept coming. My barricade wasn’t going to hold. I rushed around my flat, grabbing supplies and jamming them into the most secure room of the flat. I went back for one last look across the street, and I wish I hadn’t. In a second story window, my face met one of theirs. They knew where I was. I quickly dashed into the room and locked the door. I don’t have any kind of panic room, or a secure basement, so the safest place I could think of was my bathroom. No windows, one door with a lock. I had filled my sink and bathtub full of water, So I could stay for a while. So I sat there in the dark room, with the distant screams in my ears. I began to feel like I may have over-reacted, it had been 2 hours and no sign of them. It actually got quieter and I thought they had moved on. Maybe I could leave the room, get to the kitchen. Grab more food to wait it out. A crash came from the front door. The sound of someone running full force into the door and knocking down the barrier behind it. There was a couple more crashes before I knew they were inside. Rapid footsteps moving around the flat, a couple screams and then a bang on the wall beside me. My eyes were open to their widest, even in the pitch black darkness of the room. Another bang, and another. They knew I was there, and they knew I was scared. This was the zombie nightmare I had been expecting from the start. I had nowhere to run. There was only so much time before they would break in. I sat with my back to the door, hoping my extra weight would make it harder for them to get in. And then it got worse. “Why don’t you open the door?” A voice on the opposite side of the door. No screams or moans, just a quiet, whispery voice. And then more of them. “We’ve come for you.” “You’ll be happier if you open the door,” “It’s not so bad…” The whispery voices, became a cacophony of noise trying to persuade me, to break me, to fool me. I had heard that the moaning of zombies would drive people insane, but this was worse, a siren call. I sat in the darkness and hoped and prayed that they’d get bored. But they don’t get bored, and they don’t leave. I managed to use the mirror to peak under the door, only to be greeted by horrible, unblinking eyes, blood smeared faces, screams and more horrible whispers. That was two days ago… I don’t know what to do anymore…maybe it won’t be so bad… _____________________________________________________________________ That thing has been there for almost a week. The figure in the window. It looks featureless, only skin on a human frame, and it's pressing itself against the glass somehow. I don't know how it got there, and I don't know how to get rid of it. At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me. But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away...it wasn't there. I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through my door. But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me. I walked around my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there. The thing is hairless and without clothes, and it didn't look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all. But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room. When I sit on my computer, I can feel its faceless hatred boring into my neck. But when I turn around, it's innocently turned in a different direction. Finally, on Thursday, I tried to open the window, but it's stuck. I think the thing's hands are keeping it down. But I got a good look at its face. Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin, pushing outward. It stared at me, smiling. Of course, I screamed. I pulled back a fist and smashed it onto the glass, determined once and for all to get rid of the glaring monster. I know I'm strong enough. That glass should've cracked. But it didn't. It shuddered under my hand, but it didn't break. And that smile just got wider and wider and wider, until I thought its head would break in half. It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm. It was mocking me. But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit, and I backed away. No way did I want that smile in the same room as me. So I got a roll of duct tape, and I started covering the window. I couldn't look directly at it; I nearly crapped my pants knowing it was watching me. But I couldn't help it. I took a quick glance at that skin-covered face. A small peek. It was angry. That grin was now a gaping frown full of teeth. The skin had ripped away from its mouth and I could see down its cavernous throat. A menacing rumble started to fill the house, and that hairline crack began to spread like splintering ice. I pulled down the duct tape. The rumble stopped, the split skin healed over, and it began to smile again. Now it's night, and the noise hasn't started again. There are no sounds, no rumble, no crackling glass. Everything's quiet now. I can feel its claws gripping the back of my chair. I can hear its skin stretching as it smiles. It's watching me type. _____________________________________________________________________ Jenny was on a business trip to Germany. She goes to a fancy but very old hotel--all expenses paid by her employer. It is late in the night and Jenny was sound asleep. She wakes up from some noises outside her window. She peers out the balcony and sees a horse-drawn wagon loading some passengers. Jenny thought to herself, ‘Why would there be this stuff going on in the middle of the night?’ She sees a tall, slender man wearing a top hat being the host and guiding people into the wagon. Jenny stood in the balcony watching until the last guest entered the wagon. The man then turned and looked at Jenny. He held up one finger, as though he was signaling room for one more passenger. Jenny got a little freaked, and remembered that she had a business meeting early next morning, so she went back to bed. The next morning, Jenny woke up but realized that she pounded the snooze button too many times. She quickly gets dressed and rushes out the door, and ran to catch the elevator. Unfortunately, the elevator seemed pretty full. Suddenly, she saw the tall gentleman with the top hat from last night, holding up one finger. The gentleman said, “There's room for one more.” Jenny smiled and said "I'll wait for the next one.” The elevator door closes. A few seconds later she heard a loud crash. Everybody in the elevator was doomed. _____________________________________________________________________ It’s night time. You’re in bed, trying to get some sleep. The TV is on. You’ve got it on the lowest volume setting so as you don’t wake your parents, the flickering light emitting from it is rebounding around the room, changing the shape of the shadows all around you and playing hell with your mind. Stupid you has already switched the lights off, and the switch is on the other side of the room. You’re scared. Images of demons and ghostly spectres wash through your mind, your heart pounds like the fall of a hammer on an anvil. Why oh why did you read all those Creepypastas? You kick yourself for being such an idiot, and roll over to try and get some sleep. Then it happens. Almost as soon as you close your eyes. A thump, sounding almost like it came from down the hall. You open your eyes and sit up cautiously. Probably your brother falling out of bed or something. You roll back over and shut your eyes again. Another thump. This time closer. ‘It’s my brother. Or my cat. Or my parents. Or something.’ Thump. Right outside your room. You sit up and look at the door defiantly. The TV is still on. The door stays shut. Then you have a great idea. You grab the TV remote and turn the volume up. You start to feel better as the sounds of human voices enter your ears. You roll back over and close your eyes again. Then you realise how stupid you were. Then, and only then, do you realise. If the volume’s been turned up, how are you going to hear the last thump? ___________________________________________________________________

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