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Haunting has a minion!

Haunt the Bunnyep

Haunting
Legacy Name: Haunting

The

Nightmare Kanis
Owner:

Mieke

Age: 15 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 24th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 24th, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 129
Strength: 322
Defense: 323
Speed: 318
Health: 317
HP: 317/317
Intelligence: 609
Books Read: 589
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Certified Mad Scientist

A creak, a snap, a whooshing. You curl tighter into your jacket as you walk down the abandoned street of creepy looking homes. Broken windows, flapping blinds, squeaking rusted gates all surround you as you pick up your pace. The street fills you with a feeling of unease as you begin rushing down it’s seemingly never ending road. Something dark and shadowy moves just out the corner of your eye. You turn hoping to see nothing but a lone crow or something of the sort, but instead you see nothing other than a carved, rotting pumpkin. You shake your head, telling yourself it’s just a remnant of Morostides passed. Leaves twirl around you ominously as the wind whistles, making your hair fly up around your face. Quickly you throw your hair into a messy ponytail as your pace quickens impossibly. Something about this area tells you that you need to leave now. Shadows seem to follow you, always just out the corner of your eye, causing your heart race to beat erratically, practically pounding out your chest. A distant wailing noise makes you squeak. When you automatically turn towards the direction of the sound you notice a carved rotting pumpkin again, the exact one from earlier. This time however the eyes of the carving seem to be almost glowing. The moment you blink however, the glowing disappears. Shaking your head, you attempt to ignore it, there’s no way it could be the same pumpkin, and you’ve been practically jogging for nearly five minutes now. As you continue down the road however, you notice the same pumpkin appearing over and over again. Each time it seems to be closer to the road. It isn’t until you reach the old cemetery that the pumpkin appears in the centre of the road. You stop dead in your tracks, eyes wide as you watch the pumpkin glow, a ghostly chuckling coming from it as the leaves begin flying at an impossible rate around it. You stumble backwards, glancing past the pumpkin, wondering if you can make it around it without whatever it is attacking you. If you could just get past the cemetery, you could use the payphone at the gas station to call for someone to pick you up. The laughing grows louder from the pumpkin as a shadow begins to emerge from it, the glowing turning almost painful to your eyes. You become paralyzed with fear as you realize that you’ll never leave this haunted street if the ghostly pumpkin has anything to do with it.

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