You are walking, and you suddenly come upon a door. Pushing your way through, you step into complete and total darkness. It surrounds you, you feel it seeping into your soul. Shuddering, you start to run, heading in only what you think is foward. A tiny, white light, almost like an opening, shines in front of you. You pick up the pace, and run into the light. Once there, you are greeted by a horrible, heavy pressure, like something is crushing you. A piercing shriek sends you to your knees, as your ear drums explode, leaving you in a deaf pain. You start to sob, only to realize your tears are blood, and they freeze on your face. Writhering on the ground, you can only observe what's happening to you, for you cannot move. You look down, and to your horror, your skin begins to melt, leaving nothing but raw, bloody muscle and tissue. You scream louder as you feel your bones splinter, sending shards sailing into your blood stream. The final step of whatever is overtaking you begin to occur. You shake violently, your body contorting. Then, with more pain than is even possible, your nerves begin to shatter, one at a time. You can no longer scream, no longer bl.ink, no longer breathe. You accept your fate in a sea of pain and sadness, before your light is snuffed out for good. You wake up, screaming. Thank God you think, it was just a dream. Then you notice a door in front of you. You enter, only to find, it's happening again. Your soul collaspes, leaving you screaming.

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Death Dance.
Bathed in the bloodred moonlight, a lone figure stood in the darkness and serenity of the forest. Slowly she began to twirl in a silent balet with the mist. It enveloped her, swirling around her like thin gray ribbons. Over and over, she danced in the night until the red moon began to disappear. Not hidden by the sun, but hidden in the depths of her eyes. Withdrawn, a blade from her sleeve. She could not take it, could not handle the flashes, the memories. His death replaying in her mind. They said it was an accident. But in fact, it wasn't, for she was the one who ended his life. Another dance began to emerge, this one deadlier than the first. For this dance, in fact, ended with her life slipping away in a pool of crimson, leaving her to forever dance with ghosts of her sin.
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Fat Elf & Tiny Butterfly.

Spiraling downward in a graceful fall, a little butterfly crashed to the ground. You might think something had happen to it's wings, but if you look past the ordinary you would find a tiny, fat elf resting on it's back. Now, elf's are small, but this one was even more so to fit on the butterfly's back. The little elf jumped from the butterfly, his pants being so big and billowy they caught a breeze and blew him towards what we would call a puddle of water, to what creatures call a pond.. But the poor little butterfly, who unwillingly carried the uninvited passenger, was taking its last breaths. It died that day, to forever be a part of the soil. What happened to the elf? You may be wondering, and here's your answer. The elf landed on his back in the pond. He drifted downward, just barely floating. He chuckled to himself, and grabbed at a dandelion sunning itself. He munched on it, still pleased at himself. He didn't know his love of food would be his downfall, as he bumped lightly into a rock barely sticking out of the water. But it was all it took, and the elf sank to the bottom, for that little disturbance shook the already unstable balance, causing him to stop floating. He perished on the pond's bottom, his last meal still clutched in his palm.

The Jaaku.
Her screams will always haunt the night, her cries never heard by a savior. The long, thin wisps of dark matter enveloped her, dragging her into the woods. A cruel chuckle rang out, hollow and evil, before the forest grew quiet, only the sound of the crickets and owls could be heard. The thing, an unknown creatu giggled sickly as it readied it’s meal. It took the young girl, who tried to scream, but was silenced by hideous pain, a torture of the worse kind. After she fell to her knees, sobbing, the pain stopped. She looked up, getting a look at her captor. She shrieked, the sight one of the most terrifying things she had ever seen. Purple surrounded a cracked core, only a circle. Piercing yellow eyes stared at her. Their eyes locked, and she began to have convulsions, she felt her soul being sucked out of her, memories flooded into her head, things she had suppressed, everything. Then, as quickly as it came, it went, leaving her with empty, black eyes. She collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, not knowing of anything except what was before her. It grinned, showing an endless pit of black, and a row of sickening sharp fangs, a light pink tongue being the only source of it’s color. "Your memories taste delightful." It’s voice was scratchy, powerful, filled with agony. "Now. Because of the suffering your kind has done to me, your race shall forever pay the price." The girl gasped, about to let out a howl, only to be captured by it’s eyes once more. She was filled with the memories it had, only that of anger, hatred, pain, depression. Images surrounded her mind, filling it like a swirling black sea. Scenes of the most imaginable horror came to her. Finally, it was over. She tried to stand, only to fall. "You..." She heard her voice, it now sounding like it’s. It licked it’s lips, and smiled. "Thanks for dinner. You and your miserable people can now feel what I have, all those years of mistreatment! The pain! You’re kind killed me, and now you are doomed to forever carry the consequences of your sins towards creatu." The creature lurked in the shadows, staring at a group of teens, huddled around a campfire, laughing. "Ok, now we will tell scary stories." One guy said, poking his marshmallow further into the flames. Another guy spoke up. "I shall now tell the legend of the Jaaku, a fabled creatu." They sat around, intent on listening to the story. They looked freaked out after the ending. The creature’s laugh filled the campsite. The teens ran to each other, wondering what it could be. It came to the fire, and they all screamed, the inferno reflected in it’s eyes. A glimpse into Hell. "They call me...the Jaaku." It laughed once more, then began taking more victims. To this day, it still haunts the forest near the graveyard it was buried in, though many of it’s relatives want a new life with a human, it will never stop claiming the souls and memories of those who took it’s life. The End.