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Selena
Legacy Name: Selena


The Nightmare Celinox
Owner: HADES

Age: 14 years, 7 months, 4 days

Born: August 24th, 2009

Adopted: 11 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: November 4th, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 0
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 0/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Destruction of one's soul.


They'll pay...pay for their ignorance with sacrifice.

"Let's go to the creepy new museum!" They said. "It'll be fun!" They said.

Don't get me wrong, I love learning about new cultures, artifacts, and ways people lived in the past, but after viewing the moldy old flyer my so called friends handed me...well, you could say I was a bit less enthusiastic as the rest. It was damp and dirty, I had to hold it up towards the light to make out the images and words. It sounded more like a freak show tourist trap than an actual place of learning the way they explained their exhibits claiming they belonged to creatures not of this world, ghosts and myths come alive and all that crap. Honestly, who would believe this? I crumbled the paper and threw it over my shoulder unimpressed.

Unfortunately...later that day I found myself in front of the very same old ratty tent I saw in the flyer. I was lied to I tell you, they said we were grabbing food! Looking around the area, I realized (and not at all surprised) there weren't many other people here aside for myself and my friends. It was cold and damp outside, the area was muddy and as unwelcoming as the area we were about to enter. We pushed through the thick dusty curtains and entered after paying our 10$ fees. As odd as it sounds...it felt more cold in the large tented area than it was outside...weird. We walked slowly through the exhibits taking in the different artifacts, paintings, and other oddities. Most of which my friends poked fun at and amused themselves with. As we continued towards the back corner we arrived at a caution taped area that was mostly dark aside for a single small light in the corner of the room. It was enough to illuminate the glass case in the center of the room that appeared to hold a dark decrepit leather book.

We stood there staring at it, there was just.... I don't know, something about this attraction that sucked the breath out of me in a forbidden "RUN" sorta way. My friend Brad, thinking he'd be the bold one, lifted some of the caution tape and ducked under it for a closer look. He turned at us to smirk before walking towards the glass case, lifting it back with effort he tried not to show, he swiped the book from its glass tomb. He hesitated, almost as if he doubted his decision before he turned towards me opening and shoving the book into my face and yelling "HA!" Horrified, I stumbled back into my group as they laughed and joked about it my terrified expression.

Suddenly from behind a throat loudly clearing startles us all and we slowly turn to meet our fate. He was tall and lanky and, well...he looked like he possibly crawled out of an Adam's Family movie. He wore a dark dusty suit that smelled faintly of mold and dirt as the flyer did. His eyes slightly sunken in and dark with ashen skin and thin lips. He stood taking us in before stating that the book was not up for showing due to the dangers it could cause. Brad snorted and stalked up and ducked back under the line sizing the guy up as some macho showing, but even Brad seemed taken aback from his creepy appearance. The man said nothing more, only eyed us with an emotionless face. After giving the man a dirty look, Brad lead the way out of the tent but even with our backs turned, I could feel the gaze of the attendant on us. On our way home I didn't tell the gang, but after our encounter with the book, well...nothing felt the same. There was a permanent chill in my bones and deep down I knew nothing would be the same.



So much blood...

That night I had horrible dreams...I think they were dreams because how could something so gruesome be real? I woke up at 6am in a cold sweat and the bone chilling feeling I had when I got home was so much worse now. I can't control the shaking and teeth chattering. In my dream I turned to my alarm, the numbers glowed and were blurry, I could barely make out the 1:34AM. A sudden anger filled me as I slammed my hand upon it, only it wasn't my hand...or even a hand? Long razor sharp claws attached to long animalistic fingers sent splinters of my alarm across my room. I wanted to scream in horror, but I didn't feel horror. I felt powerful. I rolled from my bed landing on my hands and knees as my muscles stretched forming into something more.

Then I was airborne. Bits and pieces of the night come to memory, but so much more I can't recall. I remember leaping from my window 5 stories high, the night air filling my lungs as I run faster than any human through forests. Then I remember screaming, oh god so loud it needs to stop. I clutch my head trying to remember my dream as my head throbs. Red, I see so much red, is it blood? I feel a dampness from my hands and pull them away from my face and look down. What I see I can't believe. I suck in and can't force the breath out and I choke out a sob. Dirt and blood coat my hands and arms,I look down and my white night gown is covered. As I spring from my bed to run to the bathroom I slip in a pool of it on the floor.

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Credits

Profile: Boog

Story: Hades

Profile Fixes: Noemi

Pet Treasure


Yukisumi

Picture Frame of Despair

Nightmare Journal

Beast Destroyed Portrait

Ominous Glowing Candle

Naphal

Bean Sidhe

Mirror Ghoul Beanbag

Very Old Story Book

Bloody Crime Scene Tape

Matrimonial Spirit

Bottled Hatred

Doll of Misforture

Thing in a Jar

Bloody Summoning Altar

Ancient Haunt

Antique Thirteen Hour Clock

Kuro Neko San Book of Death

Bean Sidhe

Pop-Up Zombie Storybook

Creepy Naked Doll

Scarred Leather Record Book

Blasphemous Shards

Book of Demonic Names

Cursed Book

Book of Shadows

Grassland Warrior Lost Page

Beast Shattered Mirror

Mirror of Darkness

Coalti Tracks

Book of Blight

Shard of Evening Sky

Box of Souls

Moon Mosaic Tile

Pet Friends