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SI: Halloween Version.
SI: Halloween Version.
((All right, this is a Halloween version of Secret Identity, so please be creative. I encourage you to be something on the dark and spooky side (just because it would be fun to see what you come up with), but if you want to be something different, feel free to, of course. We will reveal ourselves on the 31st.))
Hello, my name is Griselda LaGhoul (Don't worry. Fake name, of course, Admins.). I live in a large, abandoned mansion that is shockingly still standing after the several decades it has been left to rot. It might seem very unwelcoming to you, being in the middle of nowhere as it is. And it is an unsightly thing to look at, with its cobwebs, cracked windows, always pealing paint, and dead rose bushes in the front, but it is home, nonetheless. And me, I am not much better off. I have the palest of pale skin, with a terrible grey undertone. Long black hair that hasn't been brushed in years and eyes even darker. I still wear the same long, grey laced dress that I have for countless decades, and the same, now raggedy, ribboned church shoes. *long sigh* But nobody knows I'm here. Not even the hikers that have searched through this house on their usual trail... Oh! *is a bit surprised* I must go, it is gettig rather dark. *scurries off*
submitted by Griselda LaGhoul, age Old, A crumpled old
(October 1, 2009 - 6:36 pm)
(October 1, 2009 - 6:36 pm)
I'm Saklya Nightwalker.(Fake name, admins)
I wear a black cloak that completely hides my face. The only thing you can see is two hawk like eyes, as I am part falcon, part human, part werewolf.
Falcon because of my eyes, vision, piercing cries and a few feathers in my long black hair.
Human because... Well, human!
Werewolf because I go all insane at night*Looks at clock*
Roar! *Runs off*
(October 1, 2009 - 8:10 pm)
It is a pleasure to meet you, Saklya! *grins* (And front,
please!)
(October 2, 2009 - 2:50 pm)
hellllllllooo children aam AAAAAAAAAnnnassssstttasia (anastasia for thouse who don't speak gost) La Voooooooooooooo i have ocupied the La Vooooooooo manor for 200 years. I drowned when I was 24 I had only 1 son who inherited the La Voooooooo fourtune. I am searching for the La Voooooooooooooo fortune and i wish to see who inherited it from my my son and so on.
(October 2, 2009 - 3:13 pm)
Helloo. *said very fast in a happy, light, squeaky, voice* I'm Mental Morbid Misty. I am a ghost at Meaner Mansion. I was given my name because, well, I am awfully morbid to those that can see me and I have a mental temper issue.. (Mainly red-headed people can see me, I'm not sure why.) I died when I was 8... a tragic death I do not wish to explain. My parents are still looking for my body, and though I appear in their dreams and tell them they will never find it, they won't give up. So I will let them search And SEArch ANd SEARCh AND SEARCH AND SEARCH AAAHHHHHHHHHH! *screaming bloody murder* Whoops. Sorry. A slight temper problem, is all. They just won't listen to me, but that's another story. *looks around and sees a red head child run through the yard.* I think I shall scare this child. I need to relieve some of my anger. I will come back maybe, if......... YOU WANT ME TO COME BACK, RIGHT??????? RIGHT???? *breathing heavily* Sorry. I had better GOOOOOOOOO *screamed*.... *says to self* no no, Misty, stay calm it's okay, it's OKAY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Bye.
(October 2, 2009 - 9:28 pm)
*eye twitches* Nice to meet you, too. *holds out her
bony hand* Such a tragic story. Reminds me of my
own. Of course no one would think to find my body
buried on the church grounds... *sighs a moaning
sigh* After a while it seems that everyone just gave
up. *pities herself* The old church burned down
shortly after. That's why I have to spend my undead
life in this dreadful mansion. It is the last place I
was seen alive. Oh. But enough about me. You
must go scare that child. *shakes head* Lucky,
I can only be seen when I least want to. Scares
the vultures out of everyone, sure, but I cannot
take credit. I'm afraid I am very bad at this undead
stuff...
(October 3, 2009 - 9:59 am)
Ooooh, how very fascinating, Mrs. La Voooo *laughs her dark laugh*. I most certainly do speak ghost myself. Ghoul, goblin, and gremlin, too *grins a sly
grin*. Best of luck finding the La Voo fortune, Mrs. La Voo.
(October 4, 2009 - 4:14 pm)
Hello, sweet children. My name is Ima E. :) Come a little closer, don't worry, I don't bite....heehee!
(October 2, 2009 - 10:36 pm)
I am Cruella DeVille. Is no one here still alive? I think I will go have a tantrum and smoke some more cigarettes in hopes of joining the rest of you. Wait, no--I will go reclaim my rightful puppies...Heh heh heh...And beat up Jasper and Horace some more...Good day, ghosties! I have business to attend to!
(October 3, 2009 - 2:14 pm)
Stealing puppies?! I never heard of such a thing!
*wags finger in a scornful way* Watch yourself, or
the ghosts of Halloweens past might come to get
you! *ancient coo coo clock sounds in the background*
Oh! *acts a bit startled* ...Time to feed my pets.
*gestures to the crows lining up at the window sill*
*leaves mysteriously*
-Griselda LaGhoul
(October 6, 2009 - 3:35 pm)
I'm sorry for the late welcome, Ima E. So many monsters, so little time. *shakes head in unfortunate way* Please do come back and visit us!
(October 11, 2009 - 12:15 pm)
Welcome to my home. It's been so long since I've had any company. Please sit down. Would you care for some tea? It's my specialty; squid ink and nightshade. Oh please, do sit down, I would love to talk to a human being. Yes, as you might of guessed I am not quite human.
My story begins in the quaint little town of Viley in Romania. My name was Silvia Mantia.I had always been a precociuos child. I would venture where no one else dared and was not in the least scared of the numerous spiders and bugs that lived in our villlage. One day however, as I was walking home alone (I had stayed at play too long) I was accosted by a strange man. He was tall, with waxy looking skin and glowing eyes. I was frightened and ran but he caught me and bit me. From then on I was a vampire, an outcast, shunned by all. I traveled to America where no one thought much of my peculiar habits and strange looks. Yes, I did get a second glance now and then, but mostly I was treated as anyone else. However, I have never been able to coontrol my thirst for blood and was soon forced to leave city after city, town after town as was beginning to be feared by the neighbors. After many years (almost 100 in fact) I am still alive. I am a cursed immortal, never to be able to expirience the true happiness of death. But that I suppose is the way things are. Some of us are immmortals some not.
What's that you say? My name? Well, now my name is different. I am not the Silvia Mantia I once was. I now am called Miracula.
(October 3, 2009 - 4:40 pm)
Why hello, Miracula. It is very nice to meet you.
*grins a jagged grin*
(October 7, 2009 - 6:27 pm)
Excuse me, dear admin, why did you cut out my last name? (It is not really my real last name.)
The field says "First & Last name initial only. We just follow the rules. If you have a fake name, you can say so in the text of your comment.
Admin
(October 3, 2009 - 7:44 pm)
THAT RED HEAD CHILD MAKES ME SO.... SO... AAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNGGGGGGGRRRRRRYYYYYY. *so high pitched scream that everyone covers ears and falls to ground* She wasn't scared! DID YOU HEAR ME!? *says to self* It's okay Misty, there will be more red headed children, and can't you see everyone is in agony from your screaming? Yes, I guess so.
*voice wavers as she talks* The child.... the child.... *cries in misery and embarrassment* laughed at me. *screams quickly* Ah, I won't get over it. But I must. Why am I in misery over this? Well, Marticus, the man who rules the world of the dead, said if I scare every red-headed child I see for 5 years, I will be freed to live a happy life and not have to stay in the Mansion and it's yard. It's awfully horrid that a red-headed child doesn't live here. I must leave now. I must go speak to Marticus. I MUST be freeeeeeed. *SCREAMS*
(October 4, 2009 - 10:37 am)
At night I go all insane... I grow wings and claws and I forget all reason... The next morning I only have faint memories of the night before, like it was all a dream.
At night, the memories I can piece together show me trying to become a human, and *Shudder* sometimes harming humans in the process...I'm an outcast. I have large yellow eyes and I don't let other humans see me. They can't...If they saw me, it would be bad...
(October 4, 2009 - 10:21 am)