Information
Selena
Legacy Name: Selena
The Nightmare Celinox
Owner: HADES
Age: 14 years, 8 months, 3 weeks
Born: August 24th, 2009
Adopted: 11 years, 6 months, 2 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.
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...
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