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In darkness there can be light. by MONOARROW

First of all, let me say that you have come a long way in a short time! While I usually expect to see luminescent glow effects in your ...

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   This isn't a story to scare people. I don't just come up with this crap to scare the hell out of you. I'm typing this because I need help. I'm having like the biggest panic attack in the world and I can't really breathe without thinking about it now. I'm always afraid this guy that's been stalking me will turn up and scare the living crap out of me. He does that. It really gets on my nerves but I can't talk to my parents about it, and I can't talk to my friends about it. I mean, would you tell your friend "Hey, yeah, I've been seeing a guy out of nowhere that looks like that mirror I accidentally stepped on the other day. You know, like I can see my reflection and all when I stare at him." No, that's not going to fly with them. Hell, it's not going to fly with anyone.

  I think this whole mess probably started with that stupid mirror too. I was walking home from school when I stopped by to talk to a few movers helping an old lady I knew to be a new neighbor unpack her things into this big house. To be honest, I was a little jealous of her. My family and I weren't nearly lucky enough to live in a nice house like hers and I didn't think a single elderly woman would need that much space. I think it's much better suited for a family that needs it, but hey, what would some kid know about stuff like that? Apparently nothing. Oh! I'm loosing track of what I meant to say.

 Okay, so I was out front of that woman's house, watching or scowling (however you want to put it) as the people put all of her fancy things inside. One of the guys had pocketed some smaller accessories so he could carry a bigger load. I saw something drop out of his jeans and I rushed to pick it up and hand it to the guy but he just brushed me off and told me he'd get it later. As you'd probably expect, by then I was pretty mad. I took whatever the hell it was and threw it on the ground. I didn't think it'd break; hell, it was a tiny round plastic thing.

  I figured whatever I broke, I could replace it. In all likelihood, it was just old lady makeup powder or something. She'd never miss it, and if she did, well tough. That's her own stupid fault. I picked the thing up and opened it; ya know, to see what it is I broke to begin with. It turns out, I was right, but the plastic wasn't cracked. Dusted lightly in powder, the top of the compact item was a now broken mirror. Looking back on it, I think that's when I first saw him. I think, no, I know. That jerk was that mirror. Don't ask how I know, but there's no other friggin' explanation for it.

 At the time though, I just pocketed that stupid thing and went home. I planned to just apologize to the old witch tomorrow and give her one of my own compact mirrors. My house had a trashcan at the front so I threw the tiny compact into that and went on with my day. I thought that, that would be that; but it wasn't.

  It could've only about seven minutes since I had broken that mirror, thrown it away, and sat down at my desk to do some homework. I heard tapping on my window and went to check; I was home alone for an hour and friends would tap on my window for me to open it so I could talk to them. My parents wouldn't let me be alone with anyone at home. I went to the window to see who it was: Nobody. It wasn't exactly a loud tap and I just went back to doing homework. A few minutes later, the same thing happened again. This time, I thought maybe it had been my friend all along and they came back to check and see if I was home yet. Once again, nobody was there. The tap was louder this time, and by now I was sure I was being pranked. I decided to just ignore it if it happened any other time. Sure enough, several minutes later it happened again. This time, I simply just chose not to get up and look. It kept happening though, all evening until my parents came home. I could count the minutes exactly, seven minutes.

   The time I'd thought of all the seven minute coincidences today is the time I remembered an old wives tale about mirrors. It was something about breaking a mirror and getting seven days bad luck. Was it days or years? I don't know. I hope it's not years. I don't think I can take much more of this maniac and his stupid fun. Anyway, I started thinking about the mirror I broke. I wasn't superstitious, but it was a funny coincidence. I'd have to tell whichever friend pranked me about it in class the next day; they'd probably get a laugh out of it.

  However, the next day came and nobody owned up to going to my house. Most of my friends had gone to see a movie and the others were all in band and had practice. There was pretty much nobody I knew who could've knocked on my window last night. That freaked me out, but not enough to be super scared, right? It was probably just some other punk kid who knew about the window thing doing that.

 I got home and waited seven minutes to hear the taps like I did yesterday, but this time there came to noise. I was glad for it and sat down to do my homework when I heard his voice for the first time.

"Hello hon."

It was sickly sweet. I don't mean sweet like I liked it, I mean like it was friendly, I mean like he was trying to sound sweet but failed like a lot. I turned around, not expecting whatever the hell it is I met faces with. It looked like a he. I think it's a guy anyway. He just sat Indian style on my bed, a long black coat covering his body. There was hair over..it was...I think it was his face. If you could call it that. It was completely made of glass. When I looked at him, all I saw was myself reflecting in his features; that disturbed me more than I can even describe to you.

 I did what any sensible person would do. I screamed bloody murder and ran as far as I could away. I called the police and my parents, but they said there was nothing and nobody in the house and no sign of a break in. All the windows and doors were locked before and the only way in was with me when I unlocked then relocked the front door after I got home. I didn't want to be seen as crazy, even though I think I was honestly going crazy, so I backed off and just took my parents nagging me about making a scene.

 It was probably about midnight after all that stuff went down when the taps on my window started again. It was a Friday so I was up late watching cable on the little TV in my room. I angrily marched towards the window and shoved it open, ready to yell at whomever had the nerve to still bother me. Guess who I saw again? That's right, it was that..thing. I opened my mouth to scream again but his clawed glassy mirror-like hands covered mine. Once he was sure I'd calmed down and was quiet, he pet my hair and grinned before suddenly jammed his mirror hands into my stomach. I let out a gasp as I could feel them going through even my back. He did this seven times. Funny enough, I think I hate the number seven now. Oh, yeah, it was a dream by the way. About the seventh time it happened, I rose from my bed in a sweat, hurriedly checking my stomach to make sure I was still in tact. I was. I think.

 Unfortunately for me, I can't say this is the last dream of him I had that night. I would keep attempting to sleep, only to be murdered in some way or other by this creature. Some were brutal, some were psychological. All were terrifying. By the time my parents had woke up in the afternoon(they have Saturdays off) I had been awake and drinking my way through mountains of coffee hours since.  

  It's been four days since I broke that mirror and now I'm not sure what's real any more. I don't know if that thing is part of my imagination or not, but all he does is follow me. He hasn't talked since his first greeting, and something inside of me makes me fear for the worst if he does talk again. Like I said, I'm typing this anonymously because I need help. Am I going crazy? I want to think I am. That's what makes sense. But, then wouldn't I not know? I can't look at mirrors anymore either. Every time I do, all I can see, all I can remember, is that shattered side of his face and a red glow as I stare back at myself. I keep thinking he's there just staring back at me from them even when I know he's not. I

 'll be honest, I'm scared, but I'm also angry. He shouldn't be taking over my thoughts and my life. My life shouldn't be about being afraid of this guy all the time. But, maybe he's mad at me? If he did come from that stupid mirror. It'd make sense since I broke it. I'm not apologizing.
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     This was a story submitted by Leah Nelson, whom wished to remain anonymous, 3 days prior to her death. We aren't sure to where she planned on sending it. Maybe a blog or a forum. We're not even sure if it was submitted online at all. All we know is that her family turned over the note to the police and cried over their dear daughter. Cause of death: Suicide. She was found in her room, shards of mirror edges stuck out of her wrists. She'd had so much to live for. According to the family, she must have gone crazy from seeing the phantom in her mind made up of the guilt of breaking the old woman's mirror. I'm not so sure though. I'll be looking into it. Something just doesn't seem right.

      -signed M.
Shattering Sanity
This is a creepypasta story for :icongreycamghost:, and their oc Sven Shattered, whom I wasn't quite sure how to go about writing in order to make him as scary as possible at first. But I'm actually quite proud of it, and this is sort of also an apology because my previous Sven Shattered related stuff really isn't as good and I know Ghost's been waiting since this past Halloween for this. I don't remember if I wrote another Sven story, but I like this one better anyway.
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 The ride on the coaster was like nothing X would have ever experienced before if she could truly remember anything from her past. Before the first loop, she'd narrowly avoided being crushed to death by stained red spikes that missed her lithe sides by mere centimeters at most. They did not return to whence they came with no reward, however. The spikes had ripped a tiny piece of X's sleeve away and now what used to hug her left shoulder was the victim of a sharp point; leaving x with only a somewhat bloody bare shoulder to remember the green scrap by.

  Unfortunately for X, this terror was only the beginning of the ride. The first loop itself seemed to look as though it went straight up with no way for the cart to speed up the wall-like structure as any sensible coaster cart should. X felt as though she were a mere inches away from it plunging through the structure as if it really were a wall and she would plummet to her death. It was a miracle, she thought, when the cart upturned suddenly and kept on it's destined path. The loop itself was a sort of half loop that began at the end of the steep that, in her mind, almost killed her. However, compared to before, the upside-down cart slowing down was incredibly tame. On her way to the second loop of the coaster ride, there were more spikes; this time coming from both above and beside as well as below her. This time X had the good sense to crouch into the seat of the cart as best she could and managed to avoid anymore slight injuries or loss of clothing scraps.

   All the while, Kal in the seat just in front of her seemed to be enjoying the ride for all it was worth. He hooted and roared in laughter at every fearsome thing that came their way as if it was some sadistic joy for him to watch as he was nearly impaled, squashed, or thrown out of the cart. X, understandably, had only noticed glimpses of this as she was honestly scared for her life. By the time the two were at the top of the third loop, Kal unbuckled when the cart turned upside down suddenly and fell just as unceremoniously as a sack of potatoes would. X didn't want to, she really didn't. She honestly thought doing that would result in her immediate death. Yet, she remembered what Kal had said earlier, that she wouldn't die. He'd been right every other time about things; there was no reason for him to be wrong now. She took the plunge.

 X tumbled down quickly, her hair floating upwards as if to will her back to the safety, if one could call it that, of the roller coaster cart that was no longer there. It had moved on without it's passengers without a care in the world. She closed her eyes and regretted her decision, hoping that being splattered would be quick and not to painful. A hard impact she was expecting never came however. She landed on something soft and springy. At first, she was confused but realized she was laying on a pile of matresses. Looking up, she realized the fall hadn't been as deep as she'd first imagined.

"It's the rush of fear up there. It makes it feel like you're about to die."

 Kal assured her from somewhere unseen; X hadn't finished looking up to the top of the roller coaster's loop.

 "Your shoulder is bleeding."

Was the next thing Kal said, this time there was a cold feeling on her shoulders accompanied by the words he spoke. X quickly jerked her shoulder away upon seeing the talon like claws he had for the edges of fingers or whatever a horror would call a nail.

"T-thank you."

 Is all X meekly said as she looked away from him; not capable of looking him in the eyes to apologize for being scared. She needn't of done it anyway; horrors were supposed to be scary. Yet, somehow, cringing away from him like that had offended Kal just a little, and for the first time in a long time, he did really feel like a monster. On the other claw of things, she'd also thanked him. This was not something he was generally used to. Yes, last night he was thanked.

  Yes, he'd every intention of tricking her and taking her back to the cages like he said he would last night. Yet, when he placed his hand on her shoulder again, and another on her chin to force her to look at him, he could see the sincerity mixed with the fear in her eyes. He didn't know if it elated or annoyed him but he knew then and there that he couldn't let her rot here. This being was, what was that word? He'd read it in books somewhere.

 "You're like a lamb."

  He said at last, not wanting to say the word 'innocent', since it sounded too much like a compliment and he wasn't even sure how to give one.

  "To the slaughter,"

  Kal sighed at last before groaning and placing his forehead to hers. She felt warm to the touch compared to his cold skin and he liked it. She'd been easily fooled, and he honestly knew she wasn't going to survive Horrorland on her own. Actually, he didn't think she'd survive really anywhere on her own. This made him worried, and he wondered if bringing her back to the cage she inhibited for months might be what was best for the girl's continued survival. Looking at her fear-filled eyes one more time, as she didn't know why he was touching her shoulder or holding her in place the way he was, Kal decided that would probably be a fate worse than death; slowly rotting in a cage until nothing is left of a person.

 Finally, he let go of her and took the map he'd pocketed earlier out from the back of his torn khaki's and grinned.

"We're in luck. The closest opening is next to an acquaintance of mine's current lunch hangout. He goes to the outside world alot so I bet he knows where an exit is if that one isn't working."

    Kal had explained immediately, as if the moment between them had never happened and ignoring the darkening blush of green powdering his cheeks. Nope, it definitely must not have happened. Nope, nope, nope. Kal definitely didn't just hold a human close to him and think helpful thoughts that he was going to act on. Nope, that's not what he was doing; except he was, and there was no reasoning his way out of that little fact.

  Ten minutes later found the two staring at yet another sealed off exit and one of them groaning in exasperation because this was tedious and he hadn't had much sleep the previous night. Thankfully, there was a snack bar nearby and a customer Kal was hoping to see walked his way while taking a bite out of a turkey sandwich almost as long as the person was tall; if you could call him that.

 "Hey! Slappy! You got a minute?"

 Kal asked while smirking. That little beast used to give his family all kinds of headaches over some scheme of his to rule Horrorland. However, recently, he'd been quiet with work for some party or guest he'd been getting ready for and the two had bonded over a few similar interests now that he wasn't being a headache for his dad; that job was currently solely for Gary at the moment, which secretly delighted Kal; he loved seeing his dad in a bind when it came to those two; Even if he didn't particularly care for Gary or his company.

  "Whaf iff it faah fant?!"

  Slappy asked through the bit of mouth he could use that didn't have sandwich in it as he attempted to chew and talk at the same time; he failed miserably.

  "I need you to help an, uh, friend of mine, out of the park? Think you can do that? We can't find any of the working exits right now."

Kal explained while pointing to X, in order to demonstrate to the orange dummy whom the friend was. X, on the other hand, seemed fascinated to see the small being talk and move and even eat on his own. In this place, she knew better than to think he was an animatronic device, but she still couldn't help but be immersed in how he moved about or spoke. In other words, she was staring.

  "See something you like dollface?"

  The being, Slappy, asked X with a wink before turning his attentions back to Kal and shaking his head pitifully.

 "Of all things, of all creature, you and a human. I thought you hated them? Ah well. Been there. Done that. Good luck with it though. Maybe we'll both finally get something out of this wretched park for once. Oh! About the exits. Yeah, all the entrances and exits have been sealed off for your mom's birthday party tomorrow. Didn't you know? You know how Horrifico likes to have as many humans here to go to it as possible for her so she doesn't get all sad again. Poor thing. He really should learn to just let go. Anyway, yeah, you're not smuggling anyone or anything out until the day after tomorrow. Even I wouldn't be able to help til' then."

  Slappy admitted; as though he thought Kal would know when his own mother's birthday party was. He didn't. It's something that never occurred to him since he didn't really know much about her at all other than she gave birth to him, her name, and what she looked like. He didn't hate her for this, he knew his father kept her away from him and most of the other park spooks to keep her safe, but Slappy was right. His dad should really learn to let go.
Welcome to Horrorland Redux 4
...it's here...it's finally here. I love this chapter. So much excitement, and for once we get a better look at Kal's family.
Also, refferences to :iconitsaaudra: 's story, because it's awesome and should be read.
:iconitsaaudra: also owns Gary.
Also, Slappy appears in his usual food eating glory!!!

R.L Stine owns Goosebumps and Horrorland.
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As those of you have probably noticed, I've been offline quite a bit and not posting much in the way of anything. This is due to my recent computer being broken and I'm currently awaiting it's fix at the beginning of the month following this one; which also explains the sudden halt in my newer rendition for an old tale involving Mystery X (whom though I find her name cheesy, it fit so much with the Goosebumps universe style that I simply refuse to part with it) and Kal, as well as :iconitsaaudra:'s character Gary of whom makes quite a few appearances in the story. Sadly, I haven't heard recently from the character Mickey's owner :iconwicker123: in the recent months but am hoping to be allowed further use of her in the rendition. Also, in the future I plan to do more 3D related works as well as much more refined writings. That may have to wait until March as I am also retaking an old ACT test in a week or two; I was never quite pleased with the score I'd initially received, and then I will be taking the SAT in the beginning of March; because I have never bothered to take the ACT. Depending on either of these tests my future seems to be leaning towards a place as a 3D animator (which is currently improbable for me but I can dream and will be working diligently on a profile for that in the coming months), a professional patisserie(this depends on how well I do in the math portion of my tests), or a more renowned and professional writer (this depends on if I can find a scholarship for someone whom is not an entering freshman to the college world). So, I'm sorry that I'll be busy for a while but I hope you can all bear with me as I am most assuredly not on a hiatus nor quitting Deviantart.

Ah, in addition, there is a wonderful new Goosebumps related group here in the site known as :iconclub-der-horrorland: which has very welcoming people in charge of it. I regret I could not be a part of their January contest due to computer issues but hope to be a part of the February festivities.
The dirt caking X's haphazardly sown costume did nothing to protect her from the cold morning air while she and Gary made their way towards what looked like an abandoned house in the distance. The young horror continued to stay ahead of X as the pair came closer and closer to it, but he still kept a two foot distance.

           “In case you accidentally pinch my tail or something. It'd be bad for us both.”

 He'd explained when she asked him as they walked. Well, while she walked and he skateboarded ahead. In truth, X was thankful for the horror mostly giving her some space; it gave her time to think. She couldn't wrap her head around why Gary wanted to go get Kal's help when his obvious dislike of the other horror was as visible as the green logo on his shirt. X wanted to ask this question, and was sure she would get a snide answer of some kind, but thought better of it. Whatever problem this Gary horror had with anyone in the park wasn't any of her business; she didn't want to be rude to the one person trying to help her at the moment.

 “We're here!”

    Gary turned and shouted to X. A smile was apparent on his face, as though he'd accomplished some important feat. However, when he looked over at the house, and remembered it was Kal's dwelling to begin with, the young horror scowled and repeated himself in a much less excited manner.

“We're here.”

 He said again, this time rolling his eyes and letting the discontent show by wrinkling his brows and rubbing his temples. X beamed at the horror in return, happy to also have made it this far after everything she'd been through the night before and that morning, and she kept beaming a smile towards him even after he turned around, scowl still in place, and knocked on the old wooden door with a 13 spray painted in red. She wanted to tell him thank you in some way, but she wasn't sure just saying it would mean much to Gary; so she reached out for one of his circular horns before she had time to think and started to gently scratch it's side. By the time either party heard the footseps nearing the other side of the door, X now had an obsession with the texture of Gary's horns and Gary himself now knew just how green a Horror could blush.

       “What did you do that for?!”

  Gary shouted the moment the door swung open. A shirtless Kal with water dripping from his recently washed hair stared unamused at the pair.

  “I don't know what you're talking about.”

   Was Kal's response before shutting the door on them both immediately. Of course, this time it was X's turn to blush as pink as was humanly possible. Gary rolled his eyes and gently snatched his horns from X's costumed hands.

  “Don't touch those, their uh, sensitive for us horrors.”

  Gary explained before ringing the spider-shaped doorbell. Soon enough, Kal once again answered, this time in a cleaned up version of the blue shirt he wore last night; behind him, littering the floor, were various lengths of the same kind of shirt, in which each one seemed to have gone through some trauma to become as torn up as they were.

    “Do you need something Gary? Oh, hello again X.”

Kal asked to what seemed be polite, but the sneer on his face and the clear lack of any empathy from his eyes told a different story.

    “It's not like you to just drop in. So, yeah, go away.”

He said before he was about to close the door for a second time. Gary managed to prop it open with his board in order to keep the slightly taller of the two of them from closing it.

   “You said you'd help this girl dude. You got to keep you word.”

 Gary said matter of factly.


     “I did keep my word, I took X to the nearest real exit. I never said I'd do anything more than that.”

 Kal countered the shorter one's logic.


  “That exit was broken, and not working, which means it doesn't count as the real exit right now!”

Double countered Gary.

 “Look, I'm not asking for you to tag along, but at least let me see the Horrorland Underground Map. I know you have it. I can find an exit with it for X.”

 Explained Gary.

  “And maybe one for yourself too hmm?”

 Kal was smirking; he knew talking about getting out of Horrorland always seemed to strike Gary's emotional chords.


  “Maybe I am, that's not your business, anyway can I use it?”

   Gary asked as he rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue; clearly becoming impatient.

   “I don't really care what you want to use it for, but since I have it and that gets on your nerves, I'll help X out. You can go, do whatever it is you do. Well, maybe not that, don't you have to go sell tickets or something?”

  Kal asked; roughly grabbing X's arm and pulling her into the house with him.

 
   Gary was about to say something, and X was trying (if it wasn't for Kal's green hand covering her mouth), but eventually the younger  horror smirked at Kal, showing off his oddly clean for a monster teeth.

  “You go with Kal X. Like it or not you're safer with that sad sack. Meanwhile, I'll go look for exits on my board. Between the three of us, we'll cover more ground that way. If you two don't find anything, meet me at the Ferris Squeel before my shift in the evening. If I find one that isn't out of order, I'll let the two of you know. “

  Gary bobbed his head in a nodding motion as if he was thinking as he was talking. X smiled at Gary, even though he couldn't see it, and happily nodded her agreement to the plan. Kal's version of yes was just removing his clawed hand from X and kicking Gary's board out of his doorway so he could shut the door.

  Kal and X stood there staring at one another for a long while as X nestled herself next to the door; getting ready to go. Kal himself finally just blinked, walked towards a sofa and tv in the center of the shirt filled room; the walls themselves were plastered with fake cardboard cutout monsters and old inoperable animatronics that X didn't want to think about. Kal flipped on the tv and patted the seat next to him.

  “I'm going to watch the news and eat first. You should get that ridiculous costume off while we're here too.”

   Is all he said before turning on some strange channel with creatures similar to him talking about the weather. X sat down next to him and quietly undid the fake claws from her hands and feet. She, however, had grown fond of the hat and stubbornly chose to keep it atop her head despite the red flags it might raise if someone in Horrorland actually was trying to find her; so far she doubted it.

   After a while, Kal left X to go into a room she assumed must have been a kitchen of some sort; since he came back with two sandwiches and a pair of flip flop sandals. “I used to wear these in the summer when I was a smaller horror, they should feet a human your age decently.” He offered, handing her both the sandwhich and the flip flops. The flip-flops were green in color and slightly too large; but much more easy to walk in than the monster claw slippers had been. The sandwich, on the other hand, contained things that X wasn't sure any human could ingest without becoming unbearably sick.

    Kal finished his sandwich, then ate X's sandwich (she'd politely declined it), before finally stretching his legs and standing up, holding out five sharp grey claws to X.

  “Take my hand and let's go,”

    He offered. X nodded nervously and took his hand, careful not to touch the meticulously sharpened claws or razor-sharp pointed horns protruding downward from Kal's hair on each side. She, despite her nervousness around him, was truly happy to have his help. She only hoped he didn't mind helping her again too much; she didn't want to be a hassle but at the moment she needed help and she wasn't going to take no for an answer; if Gary taught her anything, it was that sometimes you have to be rude to make a point.

      “I know a short cut to the next exit that might be working. Honestly, it's the busy season for us with all of these holidays so the exits always have one problem or another. The entrances do to, but those are less likely to kill a person.”
    Kal admitted as the pair made their way down the path with many of the rides Kal grew up around: The Roller Ghoster, the Coffin Rides, the batting cages, and others he exitedly pointed to and talked about to X. It was like watching a kid talking about his hometown to her;  of course, by technicality, that could be considered the case.

    “Have you ever thought of leaving?”

  She asked after a while.

  He sighed, going back to that reserved careless person from the morning (as it turns out, he just doesn't like long hours or early mornings much. In other words, he's just not a morning person.) before for a second.

  “No, I don't want anything to do with that part of my family. Humans, you can all rot. You do realize how stupid you all are as a race right? I mean, you got caught by what amounts to a giant human lizard and thrown into a cage with little more effort than what it takes to feed a gold fish.”

     Kal explained as they neared the Roller Ghoster's hindmost cart. He expected the girl to give some lighthearted bullcrap answer but instead she just kept walking, a look on her face that clearly screamed she was thinking heavily about his opinion. The fact his opinion mattered to her, or well, anyone, itself made him kind of happy if he were to be honest.

     “I think you're right.”

   She said at last before they both seated themselves into the cart.

  “Because I'm blindly getting into a roller coaster with a strange green monster I've put my trust in without any reason to do so, and I'm almost certain I'm not about to like what happens.”

    X admitted before Kal gave her a sick-pleased smile and carefully buckled her in.

“Don't forget to unbuckle the third loop of the ride when you're at the top. It'll essentially feel like falling to your death but I promise, you won't die.”

  He cackled before what X considered the scariest ride of her life occurred.
Escape From Horrorland Redux ch3
The one in which there's actually some semblance of a developing plot going on.
Gary belongs to :iconitsaaudra:
X and Kal belong to me.
Horrorland and Goosebumps belong to R.L Stine
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Bill Cipher: But Poncho! by sorrowscall
Bill Cipher: But Poncho!
In Which human Bill loves him some ponchos.
Gravity Falls and Bill Cipher belong to Alex Hirsch.
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As those of you have probably noticed, I've been offline quite a bit and not posting much in the way of anything. This is due to my recent computer being broken and I'm currently awaiting it's fix at the beginning of the month following this one; which also explains the sudden halt in my newer rendition for an old tale involving Mystery X (whom though I find her name cheesy, it fit so much with the Goosebumps universe style that I simply refuse to part with it) and Kal, as well as :iconitsaaudra:'s character Gary of whom makes quite a few appearances in the story. Sadly, I haven't heard recently from the character Mickey's owner :iconwicker123: in the recent months but am hoping to be allowed further use of her in the rendition. Also, in the future I plan to do more 3D related works as well as much more refined writings. That may have to wait until March as I am also retaking an old ACT test in a week or two; I was never quite pleased with the score I'd initially received, and then I will be taking the SAT in the beginning of March; because I have never bothered to take the ACT. Depending on either of these tests my future seems to be leaning towards a place as a 3D animator (which is currently improbable for me but I can dream and will be working diligently on a profile for that in the coming months), a professional patisserie(this depends on how well I do in the math portion of my tests), or a more renowned and professional writer (this depends on if I can find a scholarship for someone whom is not an entering freshman to the college world). So, I'm sorry that I'll be busy for a while but I hope you can all bear with me as I am most assuredly not on a hiatus nor quitting Deviantart.

Ah, in addition, there is a wonderful new Goosebumps related group here in the site known as :iconclub-der-horrorland: which has very welcoming people in charge of it. I regret I could not be a part of their January contest due to computer issues but hope to be a part of the February festivities.

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RevivalSnK Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2014  Hobbyist Filmographer
Thankyou for the watch :hug:
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Wicker123 Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014
Hello!~
Can I use your characters (Kal and Mystery X) in my Goosebumps story? Just wanted to ask for your permission since I'm changing a lot of Mickey and the group's character design and back story ^ ₩^;
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sorrowscall Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014
that's fine since I'm redoing Horrorland story...I..it just was far too fangirl and not scary enough.
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Wicker123 Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014
Yeah, I kinda felt that way too with my older one. If you ever wanted to read what I already written for the new one, it's called Entropy. THANKIES FOR YOUR PERMISSION!!♡♡♡
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sorrowscall Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014
^^
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Hawkheart29 Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fave! :hug:
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Irkenrider13 Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2014  Hobbyist Filmographer
Thanks for the fave~ :iconsconeplz:
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BardOfCactus Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2014
thanks for the fav~ :iconbillcipherplz:
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inmate-oiman Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
thanks for the fav :D
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