The [Insert scary Gothic place here] of Doom!
by Solomon!

Chapter 1: 1/30/2006 11:47

Halloween. Spooky house. Backwater America. Great.

There's never anything to do in this crappy town, so on Halloween, you and your frinds decided that exploring that creepy old palce was much more fun than egging that crazy cat-lady's house. Gathering up all the essential gear for the night; torches, sleeping bags, marshmellows, you know, the usual.

The drive up the craggy hill takes quite a while, and all that seeping, freezing fog has everyone rather nervous. This should be fun. When you arrive, the gates are conveniently rusted just badly enough to be prised open, and you drive in.

Everyone clambers out of the car and runs to the front door; eagar to be away from the cold and eerie darkness.

Inside, the cobwebs are plentiful and the dust is everywhere. Perfect, this should be one hell of a night. Ghost stories will be much more interesting when told here! The next thing to do is find somewhere to sleep. The house is pretty big; 3 floors and from the looks of it a cellar. Where is everyone going to sleep/

Voting begins!
Final Results: Where is everyone going to sleep?

Options	Votes
The bedrooms (on the second floor)	0 (0%)
The living room (ground floor)	0 (0%)
The attic (guess where :P)	0 (0%)
The cellar	0 (0%)
Separate places (Tee Hee)	4 (100%)

Chapter 2: 1/30/2006 12:09

If you're gonna stay in a creepy house, you need to maximise the creepiness factor.

"Ok, I reckon we should split up! It be more fun that way! We wont be that far apart. Mark, you and Jen go down to the cellar. Me, Christie and Brad will go to the attic. Fred, you can stay in the Bedroom."
"What!? No fair!" "We can't have anyone else in the attic or the basement. Don't worry, you jst have to sleep there. You can come and see the rest of us."
"It's still not fair"

"Good, now that's settled, let's get shacked up!" You wave good bye to the others and help Christie with her stuff. She sure was looking good tonite. Maybe I should send Brad down to Fred...

The attic looked dustier than the rest of the house, and moonlight streamed in through cracks in the ageing roof. But quite romantic if you tried hard enough...

"Er.... Brad, I think I left the food in the hall. Could you go check?" With a smile and a wink, Brad tiptoes out of the room. What a great guy. A little slow, but he knows whos in charge.

"So, Christie, what a cool costume you had on tonight. You make that yourself? Or did your mom help?"

"Thanks! Me and Jen made it. We thought; 'angels on Halloween. No one will do that! As it turned out, lot's of people had thought that, but there ya...."
Suddenly, from below, we heared a throaty scream, that echoed through the dusty and dank hallways.

"What was that? Are the others messing around? I bet they are...."

They could have been, but then again.... It looked like you were in for a chance here. If the others were playing pranks...

Damnit!

Voting begins!
Final Results: What should you do?

Options	Votes
Go and see if Brad and/or Fred are ok. Or those others in the cellar...	3 (60%)
Stay up here and try and score with Christie... ;)	2 (40%)

Chapter 3: 1/30/2006 12:42

God, they are SO inconsiderate. They knew this was all about getting laid! They just HAD to go good around didn't they...

*Sigh* "We should probably go and check on them. This place is pretty dangerous"
"Oh, ok. Are you sure?"

I hate them.

"Yeah, it wouldn't look to good if anyone died would it?"
"No, I suppose not" Stepping out into the corridor, I felt Christie's hand slip into mine. Maybe I could pull this off despite the others being jerks...

"God, its soo dark! I'm scared"
"Its ok, theres nothing here. There probably just goofing around"

Creeping down the stairs to the 2nd floor, another muffled cry wafts up from the floor below.

"OMIGOSH! Did you hear that? What's going on? Let's go back upstairs, it's too dark"

I almost do as she says. But it really wouldn't look good if anyone got hurt. What good would getting with Christie if I couldn't brag about it with the others. They better not have gona and done something stupid...
Heading down onto the 1st floor, where Fred was sleeping, the torch suddenly shorts out!

"Aw shit! Hold on Christie, these things usually start working again after a few tries."
Suddenly, you realise that her small, warm, slightly damp palm is no longer clasped tightly in your own.

"CHRISTIE! Where'd you go?"

Silence

Ok, this isn't so fun anymore...

What the hell am i going to do now...?

Voting begins!
Final Results: What should you do now?

Options	Votes
Call out (really loudly) for the others to come help you find Christie, and to make sure everyones ok	1 (33%)
Call on the powers of the mysterious house to help you find her	2 (67%)

Chapter 4: 1/30/2006 13:08

You decide that something drastic is called for. Christie Dawn; head of the Cheerleading squad, student council president, the BEST looking girl in the school! She has to found. She has to be ok! You began to chant and shout, stamping your feet and beating your chest.

You feel rather silly at firt, but then words in a language you can't hope to understand form in your throat and spill out through your lips

"Iia shul Niggurath! Gul'zu shun! Iia! Iia! Iia shul Nigguath"



The strange words burn as they leave your throat, and your lips begin to crack and chafe.

You force your mouth shut; the pain almsot becoming unbearable.

How on earth are you going to kiss Christie now!
Suddenly, you feel the house creak and almost move. The floor seems to shift a little, and you have to reach out a hand to prevent yourself from falling.

Then, your torch blares back to life, the sudden brightness forcing you to shut your eyes hard.

When you open your eyes, you see the acne-plauged face of Fred pushed nose to nose with yours.

"AGGGHHHH!! Fred, what are you doing? Don't come any closer!"

No reply. You shine the torch towards where Fred is, and immediately have to turn away. Hanging from the ceiling, his wrists tied tightly with thick rope, Fred's pale form slowly rotating slightly with the odd movement of the house.

His knees resting on the floor just infrot of you, his shirt torn open, bloody marks have been daubed on to his hairless torso.

Bloody.. His throat is weeping crimson, and you can make out his oesophagous and windpipe protruding from within the flesy wreck that was Fred's spotty neck.

Retching at the sight, you drop the torch, and groan as you hear it roll down the stairs and break with a small tinkle at the bottom.

Composing yoursely; you try and rationalize the sight. It must be a trick. The others must have bought a dummy or somthing. Maybe Christie was in on it to...

Damn them! Some freinds they turned out to be...

You ponder what to do next...

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The [Insert scary Gothic place here] of Doom!
by Solomon!

Chapter 1: 1/30/2006 13:30

*after that brief interlude, we now return to SCARYNESS!*

You ponder what to do next...

Voting begins!
Final Results: What should you do now?

Options	Votes
Head back to the room to see if Chirstie retuned there	0 (0%)
RUN! RUN VERY FAST! AWAY!	2 (67%)
Try and make his way without the torch and keep searching for Christie and the others	1 (33%)

Chapter 2: 1/30/2006 13:39

Screw it. Screw all of them. If they want to mess around like 5-year olds, then they can. You're taking the car and head ing back to town. See if you care....

You pick your self up from the ground and move slowly to where you think the stairs are, making sure you dont look up to the horrible doll hanging from the cieling.

Its a doll. It has to be. Fred can't die. Despite the darkness you make it to the stairs ok. Feeling for the banister, you almost lose your footina a couple of times, but luckly grab the banister in time.

The slow descent only adds to the tension building in your gut, and by the time you reach the entrance you are damp with sweat. Trying to make as little as noise as possible, you make for the door. The large windows let in a little moonlight, so finding the door is not so hard.

Grasping the large handle, you groan, finding it, *gasp* locked tight.

Why did you expect it to be so easy to get out? Wouldn't be much of a prank if they jsut let you go. Thats what it must be. Well, if they thought that would stop you, they're mistaken.

You could look for another way out, or decide to start searching again...

Voting begins!
Final Results: Are you going to...?

Options	Votes
You have to get out. Somehow. The windows are old....	0 (0%)
Make your way to the kitchen and arm yourself to the teeth in deadly kitchen knives!	1 (33%)
.... Or pull out Fred's oesophageous and use it to garrote things.....	2 (67%)

Chapter 3: 1/30/2006 13:57

Something in the bag of your mind suddenly screams forwards and lashes at your brain.

Something breaks, something shatters and everything gets showered with shit.

You think back to the body up one floor. You have a sudden urge to touch it...

You make your way back over to the stairs... The darkness feels much less imposing as you make your way back up the stairs. As you approach the upper landing, you look with relish upon the dripping corpse.

You drop to your knees in front of the dangling form of Fred. The reach your hands over to the throat....

Pushing your fingers deep within the gaping wound, you feel around till yor find a good lengthy piece of tubing, and then wrench it free.

Blood sprays from the fresh tearage on the neck, showering you in crimson gore. You lap at the still warm essence as it sprays over your face.

Yummy....

Armed with your deadly oesophageous garrote, you ponder your next move...

The [Insert scary Gothic place here] of Doom! Part 2
by Story

Chapter 1: 2/19/2006 12:09

Gripping your new oesophageous garrote tightly, you make your way down stairs into the entrance hall of the creepy mansion. The desire to kill seems strangely natural to you, and the crimson now copisously coating your clothing smells glorious to your new found tastes...

Remembering that you still have 'friends' in the mansion in need of your special attention, you grip the stringy, fleshy tube tightly and sniff for them...

From upstairs you can detect the pleasant musk of Christie wafting downstairs. Taking a few moments to savour it, you decide to leave Christie til' last...


You can smell Brad and Jen in the basement, and Mark wandering around the ground floor, probably in the cavernous kitchens...

[i]Who deserves the tender touch of the garrotte first? Brad and Jen or poor old Mark?

Voting begins!
Final Results: Who's gonna die!?

Options	Votes
Mark	4 (100%)
Brad and Jen	0 (0%)

Chapter 2: 2/19/2006 12:33



Deciding that Mark will be easy prey, and that you havn't had a decent meal since yesterday, you put on your most terrifying stance and stalk toward the kitchens...

Hearing scared, patchy breathing from the pantry, the grin on your face could easily scare the pants off any chicken-imitating Stoat....

This should be fun...

"Oh Mark? That you in there? It's me! What's going on?"

"AGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!! STAY AWAY!!!! STA.... Oh, it's just you.... gawd! You frightened the life outta me!"

"He, sorry dude. Can I come in? Or are you hiding something?"

"No, sure, come on in. Just a little worried about this place."

Slowly opening the old pantry door, you stand in the entrance shrouded in the pale moonlight.

"Wha.... WHAT THE FUCK MAN!! OH GOD!"

"Hello Mark. Nice to see you again. Let me introduce you to 'Fred'" you cruelly declare, indicating the dripping rope gripped tightly in your hand.

"Die Mark! DIE!" You scream, a feral rage clouding your vision as you leap at the hapless hick...

In a feeble attempt to stop his own bloody demise, Mark raises his arms over his head, shuts his eyes and promptly pisses his pants.

Slightly put off by the pee, you nevertheless succeed in landing deftly behind the cowering Mark.

Swinging the oesophageous garrote around his pasty neck, you grip tight, hearing the air choke from his throat. Now, whats the best way to finish him...?

Voting begins!
Final Results: How shall we finish off the lovely Mark...?

Options	Votes
Castrate him... (you evil EVIL people!)	1 (25%)
Eat his heart....	1 (25%)
Eat his face....	1 (25%)
Tie him up and spend ten minutes telling him how your going to cook and eat certain parts of his anatomy...	0 (0%)
Tie him up and get SM on his ass!	0 (0%)
Find and iron and iron him...	1 (25%)

Chapter 3: 2/19/2006 13:05

As poor little Mark's face turns blue and his struggling becomes weaker and weaker, you decide that Eunechs went out of fashion far to early and that it was time to bring them back.

Slamming his head against the cold stone floor to keep him compliant, you unwrap the thankfully very effective garrotte from around his bruised throat and search for a nice sharp knife to get on with the trouser fun...

The best thing you can come up with is a rusty kitchen knife. Ah well, no one said castration was pleasant anyway. You're sure Mark wont notice....

"Well, here we are Mark. Didn't think it would turn out like this did you? Things have a funny way of messing up for you don't they? Not for me though! I got all the girls at school that I wanted. You got the leftovers. And now, when one of us get's evil tendancies, it's me too! And you're my hapless victim! Oh the irony!"

With a final manical laugh, you tear off Mark's trousers and get busy with the knife and his unmentionables. Suffice to say the screams were terrible, the blood was EVERYWHERE and you had a BLAST!

*slurp!* After sucking down the remaining tendons from his calves, you realise your feeling rather full. Must have been that large intestine.

Realising that the screams must have altered the others to the fact that something was amiss, you wipe the blood and bodily fluids from around your mouth and leave the pantry.

Then you realise that you paired Jen and Brad up for a reason, and that they [i]probably[/i] hadn't heard you. They were probably oblivious to everything that was going on. Good.

What should you do now?

Voting begins!
Final Results: What next...?

Options	Votes
Make a puppet out of Mark and go toss it on Brad and Jen?	2 (100%)
Go kill Jen and make Brad watch?	0 (0%)
Go find Christie...	0 (0%)

Chapter 4: 2/19/2006 13:43

Wait! Why waste such a perfect torso! It was a deceptivly simple plan that would be oh so funny!

Finding an old broom you return to the panrty to begin the grisly task of preparing the 'Torso-Puppet-Of-Happiness'!

Forcing the wooden shaft up through the torso into the base of the skull was no easy feat, but after a few minutes huffing and puffing (and some quick hacking with the knife) you finally feel the skull become regid.

Standing back to admire your handiwork, you lick a little blood off the face to make it look slightly more presentable and set off with Mark hanging over your shoulder. There was some leakage, but you reckoned that Brad and Jen wouldn't have time to notice that small problem.

At the top of the stairs you decide to jhave a little fun with these two....

Putting on your best hick impression you call out to the two teen lovers

"Hey! Hey! Guys! It's me! Mark! Whatcha doin? Can I come down?"

"WHAT!?!? NO! STAY TH.."

"Here I come!"

"NO! Oh Shi..."

Opening the door and poking the mannequins head round the corner, you hear screeches and yelps as Brad and Jen presumeably get into more appropriate positions.

Little do they know that their peeping-tom is dead and is recieving no eyefuls tonite....

"Mark! What are you doing?! Get the fuck away! GOD!"

"Hee hee, sorry bro... Whoa!"

Feigning a fall, you jump out and toss the bloody mess at the steamy couple and wait for the screams of horror to ring out...

Right on cue...

"AGGGHHHH!! WHAT THE FUCK! Oh GOD! I'm gonna puke..."

"Brad, what's going on? Is this a joke...? It's not funny.."

"I'm sorry Jen, Brad seems to be too busy throwing up to answer. But I'll gladly tell you. No it is not a joke. I'm here to eat you, just as I did with poor Mark here"

"So, who's first?"

Voting begins!
Final Results:

Options

Votes

Chapter 5: 2/19/2006 14:26

"Ah, stockings.... How handy.."

"What are you doing! Get off you pervert!"

"Oh, I'm something far worse than that Jen. You shall soon see..."

Picking up Jen's lovely smelling stockings, you take a good long sniff, hopefully unerving her even more.

Brad's stomach problems are keeping hom occupied for the moment... Good...

A quick flash of the knife and Jen moans with fear. Ahhh, the moan of a young girl.... Moans of fear are probably you're favourite type of moan...

Taking her slender wrists, and tying her to the bed, you turn to face to green-faced Brad. Sick always makes it more interesting...

"Brad Brad Brad.... What a STUPID NAME! I hate them name, and because of it, you are going to SUFFER! Oh yes, we are going to have some FUN, he he he"

Sticking the knife roughly into his rippling six-pack, you hear a gurgle of pain. By your estimation he will expire within a few minutes, so before then....

The screams coming from the lovely tanned throat of Jen echo into the night, and Brad (or whats left of him) slumps wetly to the cold stone floor.

Turning to Jen, you grin menacingly and quiver with ecstasy as she sobs with terror and horror. You are going to have fun with this nubile young girl.