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Post by stargazer97 on Jul 10, 2009 19:59:26 GMT -5
Wow! This story is really cool! I can't wait to see what happens next.
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Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 10, 2009 22:32:22 GMT -5
I WANNA READ CHAPTER 3!!!!!!!!! DX
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Post by Candy Redwood on Jul 11, 2009 5:17:51 GMT -5
CHAPTER 3 6th January 2008. 10.00pm
"So we're in agreement? We leave for the mansion tomorrow?" Darren asked with a grin. "Sure" Prop chuckled and ran a hand through his already messy jet black hair. His sapphire eyes looked in Candy's direction. Candy nodded quietly. "That sounds good to me." All eyes turned to Ari who winced and groaned. "I'm still not comfortable with this idea guys.." Darren sighed and flopped back on the couch. "Jeez!" he groaned. Candy gave him a filthy look and smiled warmly at Ari. "It's just a bit of fun. Nothings gonna happen." Ari sighed and nodded. "all right then.. tomorrow it is.." "Great!" Darren cried. "Then we all should get some rest." he stood up. "Prop and Candy.. there are guest rooms for you two. Upstairs and the first two doors you see." Prop smiled. "awesome. G'night!" he said cheerfully and walked off. Ari stood up and went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea to calm her nerves. Darren and Candy were left alone. Awkward tension filled the room. "So um.." Darren began. "Goodnight." Candy replied shortly and stood up before walking out. "...Goodnight..?" Darren muttered.
7th January. 7.00pm
"watch where you're going!" "Ow! Darren that was my foot!" "Sorry.." "Rule..Britannia.. Britannia rule the waves.." "....." "....." "....." "..What? Can't a guy sing about his country anymore?" "..How on earth am I related to you?" "Guys shut up.. I'm trying to unlock this door" Darren hissed. Everyone fell silent until a soft 'click' was heard. "Nice one." Prop whispered and pushed open the door. He shone his torch around the dusty, empty and silent hall and slowly walked inside. Darren followed him silently. "So much for ladies first" Candy muttered, shooting a glare at Darren's back. "Chivalry is so dead." Darren smirked slightly but otherwise ignored her. Candy walked in after him and Ari followed nervously. Prop grinned. "We should split up. C'mon Ari." "What?" Darren growled. "No chance!" Candy snapped. "I am not working with THAT!" both snapped then turned to glare at each other. "Think of it as.. bonding time" Prop chuckled. "have fun!" He took Ari's hand and walked off into another room. Darren glared at Prop's retreating back. "traitor" he muttered. Candy turned and walked into a room on the left, not bothering to wait for Darren. Darren sighed in annoyance and followed her. "Bedroom.." Candy mumbled, looking at the huge 4 poster bed. She walked over to it and pressed down on the matress only to have a large puff of dust fly up into her face. "Smooth" Darren smirked. "S..shut up!" Candy snapped, waving her hands in front of her face and coughing. "Sorry, sorry" Darren grinned, not sorry at all. He walked to a large wardrobe and opened it up and suddenly a bolt of such strong emotion hit him as if he had recieved a hard blow across the face. The room spun sickeningly, and Darren reached blindly for the wall to prevent himself falling. For several moments he stood, fighting for breath, struggling to break free of the waves of fear. "Darren?" Candy asked, a note of worry in her usual cold voice. "Darren! Are you ok?" 'Stop hyperventilating you idiot!' he thought furiously. 'calm down!' "Just take deep, calm breaths.." Candy soothed, putting her hand on his arm. Darren did this and managed to shakily stand up straight. "I..i'm ok.." He mumbled, staring at the seemingly normal oak wardrobe. "What happened?" Candy asked with a frown. "I dunno.. Can we just leave this room? I don't feel comfortable here.." "sure thing.." With one last glance at the wardrobe, Candy and Darren left the room, shutting the door behind them.
Meanwhile...
Prop and Ari walked into a large sitting room. Everything was coated in thick layers of dust and dirt. Ari wrinkled her nose. "Ew.." she muttered. Prop chuckled. "Well of course it's not gonna be in good shape Ariana. No-one's lived here for like.. 100 years!" "Ari. It's ARI" she snapped, giving him a quick glare. "Sorry. Sorry" he shrugged and looked around. "hey check this out." "What?" she asked, tilting her head. Prop bent down and blew some dust away from the floor and looked at some scratch marks.. "They look like.. fingernail marks.." Ari stared at him. "Like.. someone was dragged away?" "Possibly.." he shrugged. Ari went a little pale. "Ah." Prop laughed. "relax! These look hundreds of years old. It could be something that happened a while back" Suddenly they heard Candy's voice coming from across the hall. "Darren? Darren! Are you ok? Just take deep, calm breaths.." Prop frowned. "Let's go see what's wrong with Darren." Ari nodded in agreement and they both ran out of the room. [/size]
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Post by stargazer97 on Jul 11, 2009 17:11:39 GMT -5
Creepy.....but cool! Awesome story!
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Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 12, 2009 20:10:55 GMT -5
*twitches*...
creepyy...
but so amazingly awesome at the same time :3
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Post by stargazer97 on Jul 12, 2009 21:41:53 GMT -5
Can't wait 'till chapter four!
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Post by Candy Redwood on Jul 19, 2009 12:40:14 GMT -5
CHAPTER 4 1908- Chipping Campden Mansion. 15th July. Witching Hour.
4 teenagers made their way into a large room in the old abandoned mansion. 2 girls and 2 boys. One of the females clutched a piece of paper in her hand. On the paper was a hand drawn symbol. It was an odd symbol. It almost looked like a goat in a way, yet it had a certain quality about it which made it look slightly menacing. The other female looked slightly timid and unsure of her surroundings. She stood close to the oldest boy who was lighting black candles throughout the room with a small grin on his handsome face. The other male was setting up a small alter against a wall. "Annie" The oldest boy whispered, his brown eyes lit up with a fierce kind of excitement. "Light the insense!" The unsure girl, Annie nodded slowly. "Yes David.." She bit her lip and slowly started to light the lavender insense sticks, situated around the room. The younger boy, named Peter had a large and old book in his hands, the others had pieces of paper with text written on it. "Carmen. Pass around the sigil so we can all get a clear view of what we are about to summon." Peter commanded. Carmen nodded. "Certainly." She then proceeded to pass the piece of paper with the strange image on it around the group. Peter nodded and stepped forward to stands in front of the altar. Carmen, David & Annie surrounded him, holding their texts. Above the altar was a large, ornate mirror. Peter gazed at his reflection for a moment before looking down at the book. He then began to speak in a odd and unknown language. "Micama goho Satan, zir comselh. A zien biah os londoh. Em chis othil gigipah vnd-l. Chis ta pvim q mospleh teloch. Qvi-in toltorg caosga chisi od chis, Ge m ozien, ds t brgdo. Od torzul! acroodzi eol balzarg, od. Aala os thiln netaab, dlvga vomsarg. Lonsa capmiali vors em homil cocasb, Fafen izizop od miinoag de gnetaab, Vavn lonsh: panpir malpirgi pild caosg Noan vnalah balt od vooan. A Satan's dooain, torzu! Zamran! Micma! Iehvsoz ca-cacom! Dooain noar micaolz aai om! Casarmg gohia: zacar Torzu! Imvamar pvgo! Pvgo plapli cicles qaan!" He then shut his eyes. And immediately, the other youths began to speak, but this time, in English. "Lord Satan, by your grace, grant me, I pray thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do, the end which I would attain by thy help, O Mighty Satan, the one True God who livest and reignest forever and ever. I entreat thee to inspire Amy to manifest before me that he may give me true and faithful answer, so that I may accomplish my desired end, provided that it is proper to his office. This I respectfully and humbly ask in Your Name, Lord Satan, may you deem me worthy, Father." Suddenly the temperature in the room dropped. Annie shivered and looked around nervously. Peter however, looked thrilled and cast his gase to the mirror. What he saw there made him grin in a slightly manical way. "He has AWOKEN!" he cried and fell to his knees. His companians did the same. "Great Demon Amy! supreme president of hell! Grant us the knowledge we seek and our souls are free to you!" Annie looked up in shock, clearly this was not what she had been told. Even Carmen and David were looking slightly apprehensive. A cold cruel laugh sounded throughout the room. "Speak to us! Speak in your native language of Enochian!" At that moment a rough, male voice started to speak in the language Peter had spoken in only moments before. "Adgt vpaah zong om faaip sald, Nonci nore od pasbs de Satan? Sobam Donasdogamatastos Izazaz piadph; casarma abramg ta aldi Paracleda q ta lorslq turbs ooge Qvasahi. Givi chis lusd orri, od micalp chis bia ozongon; Lap noan trof cors ta ge, O q manin de Satan tol-lonsh Torzu! zacare! ca c noqod; Zamran micalzo od ozazm vrelp lap Zir de Satan apila gohed!" Carmen quicky tried to translate for her friends what the entity had said. "Can the wings of the winds Understand your voices of wonder, O you, sons and daughters of Satan?" Carmen began, the Enochian words amazingly, still clear in her mind. "Of whom hell-fire has framed within The depths of my jaws; Whom I have prepared as a gathering For a wedding? or as the flowers In their beauty for the chambers Of pleasure. Stronger are your feet Than the barren stone, And mightier are your voices Than the manifold winds; For you are become a building Such as is not, Save in the mind of Satan/Lucifer, The All-Powerful. Arise! Move! Therefore unto his servants; Show yourselves in power, And make me a strong seer of things; For I am of Satan/Lucifer Who lives forever!" "Yes!" Peter laughed. "HAIL HIM!" Annie's eyes widened. She had gotten in way over her head. "WE RELEASE YOU! SERVANT OF SATAN! AS SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF SATANISM!" Peter roared. Annie looked at Carmen and David, who were both looking slightly startled by Peter's behaviour, bu otherwise looked quite calm. Annie suddenly gasped as she felt a dark presence enter her. She let out a high pitch scream and fell to the stone floor with her friends, all of them writhing in agony. "Gohed!" The demonic entity laughed as the room was filled with darkness and the teenagers screams, slowly started to subside.
2008- Chipping Campden Mansion. 8th January. 1.00am
Ari sat up suddenly, eyes wide. "NO!" she yelled and had a hand reached out in front of her. Darren was immeidately by her side. "Ari..Ari" He frowned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "What happened?" Ari looked around, blinking in the darkness. "Nightmare.." she whispered, her voice hoarse. "W..What's going on?" Candy yawned, sitting up from where she was lay on the floor. "Ari had a nightmare." Darren sighed and pulled a bottle of water from his bag and handed it to her. "Thanks.." Ari muttered and took a sip of water, trying to calm herself down. "Really? What was it about?" Candy asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. "4 teenagers.. they're were in a old house performing a summoning ritual or something.." Ari sighed, the details of her nightmare starting to get hazy. "Ritual? What kind?" Candy asked, her interest beginning to rise. "Like.. a initiation ceremony?" "No.. This guy.. he was speaking in another language.. he called it.. E..Eno.. um.." Ari frowned. "Enochian?" Candy supplied helpfully. "Yes! That's the one. Thanks" Ari replied. "What is that language anyway?" "Language of the demons." Candy shrugged. "The ritual you saw must of been a satanic ritual. Calling upon a demon to help them. Must be the atmosphere in this old house. Nothing to worry about." "But.. It was so.. real.." Ari whispered and shook her head. "I think" An irate Prop began, sounding tired. "That we should all get back to sleep. Lots of exploration to do later on today." "Agreed." Darren nodded. "Just try to rest Ari." Ari sighed. "yeah yeah.." she muttered and lay down on her side. Candy frowned, wanting to hear more about Ari's dream but shrugged and lay on her back and shut her eyes.
2008- Chipping Campden Mansion. 8th January. 7.00am
"Wake up" Candy smirked, kicking Darren hard in the side. Darren winced and opened his eyes to glare up at her. "Bitch" he muttered and rubbed his eyes with a yawn. Candy shrugged and took a step back and slammed into Ari, who was blearily walking past at that point and found herself flying forward only land on top of Darren. There was silence for a few moments as Candy's face turned a bright, scarlet red before Darren tried to break the tension. "I've heard of falling for a guy but this is taking it too literal. Don't you think?" "Shut up!" Candy snapped, jumping up and dusting herself off quickly. "I bumped into Ari and fell you nitwit." "Right. Sureee" Darren smirked, standing up also. "You're crazy for me. Admit it." "When hell freezes over twice and Satan dances past in a pink tutu" Candy replied coldy. Darren stared at her. "You know.. Most people would stop at the hell part.." "It's my own persona; touch." "Ah.." Prop rolled his eyes and threw them both a piece of fruit and a energy bar. "Eat up." he grinned. "Then get dressed and wash up. There's a large bottle of water in the bathroom next door which i put in. Wash your face and brush your teeth using that please." "Sure thing Prop" Candy and Darren replied in unision, trying to not look at each other.
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Post by stargazer97 on Jul 19, 2009 16:27:11 GMT -5
Creepy......I LOVE this story so far! Keep on writin'!
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Post by Candy Redwood on Jul 20, 2009 1:09:12 GMT -5
lol thank you. I had to do a lot of research for that chapter about satanism. Quite creepy stuff actually.
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Post by stargazer97 on Jul 20, 2009 20:56:33 GMT -5
Sounds like it.....It's good to do research anf to get facts right about stuff in your stories though.
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Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 27, 2009 11:59:40 GMT -5
o.o ....
note to self: do not let Carys into hell. She will quickly become leader.
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Post by Candy Redwood on Jul 27, 2009 13:45:12 GMT -5
Bwahahaha! XD you know.. that native language Enochian is the actual language of the demon and that summoning thing was real. I do my research XD
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Post by stargazer97 on Aug 7, 2009 23:26:33 GMT -5
Don't practise it though, unless you want to be possessed. o.o
Only Satan himself is leader in hell, and no one can change that, she'd just burn in eternal fire forever.
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Post by Candy Redwood on Aug 8, 2009 17:05:56 GMT -5
I'd never practice it. I'm not a satanist. I'm merely interest in studying the occult. And she knows that. She was joking.
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Post by stargazer97 on Aug 8, 2009 20:22:24 GMT -5
I know, It's a habbit to remind people of things though. I curse my own safe-playing nature. XD
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