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[Chukwa]

[Demongel]

Is that a challenge or something Chukwa?

[HunterEris]

I think there's potential for monsters in the mythos provided that they are sufficiently adbstract/creepy/whatever. Something that has the same feel of Slender Man.

That's why I made this thread, to see if we could create something like that. Afterall, those Gazers would probably fit quite well.

[Chukwa]

[TheFallenenvoy]

ok, here it is. It sucks I know...BTW Somniator means dreamer in latin

[TheFallenenvoy]

have you ever had a dream within a dream that just so happened to be in a dream? Now imagine that in one of those dreams...you just didnt wake up. Now imagine that these "fake" dreams are real enough. Just not yours...or at least not from the version of you we are familar with. Imagine that these dreams are your unconcious mind drifting through dimensions...But on one occasion your conciousness is yanked from its drifting into one of these other dreams...and stays.

Most who have this happen dont notice at first. They go out of the bedroom door.Those who do this are lost already.

Now imagine once you leave that room you are standing on a spiders web. The door behind you is disconnected from the room, you cannot enter the room again, the door just swings open, allowing you to see the black void in the gap. Now you pay attention to the web.There is no spiders silk.Just the bloodied muscle and gory remains of humans, compacted to forge this hideous structure. Now think of the hole in the centre.Surrounding its rim are 8 pillars of white marble, erupting from the gore. you notice how the slant is at such an angle that you can climb up it. Now think of the end of the pillars.Each pillar connects to a gate.Beyond the gates is a marble temple.Coming from the temple is a heavenly choir, you are drawn to it. You cannot resist. Once you enter the temple the choir stops, there is but silence.The centre of the temple holds a small pool.In the centre of that pool is an altar radiating light.But thats the thing with light.It spawns shadows. In a shadow in the corner you can make out an angel, you are relaxed.Then the angel steps forth.Where the angel was an ominous figure stands. It wears a brown robe, a hood over its head. A single black spike peirces the robe, it having erupted from the figures right shoulder.Its left hand shows, you make out a blackened hand,with long fingers and sharp nails.
You catch a glimpse of what is under the hood, there is but darkness apart from two glowing and pulsating purple eyes.He is The Somniator. He shows you how he has been planning for this moment, just for the sadistic pleasure of it. Then you realise you have dreamed of him before.Maybe even seen him in dark and shadowy corners, in the attic and in the basement.You realise how you felt like you were watched in your sleep.You then find the urge to look at the light in the altar...


Then there is but darkeness.

[AfterHours]

I've worked on this for about two days. The first draft was much shorter.
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You stumble out of your nightmare. Your leg cramps. Your room is dark and void of any light, except the soft red glow of your clock. 3:30 in the morning. Thought you were going to get a good night's sleep? Not now, you have to get ready for work at 6. Perfect. What's to blame for your nightmare this time, though? Might it be staying up into the wee hours of the morning yesterday trying to woo 'her' over Facebook? Yeah, that's it. Your own mind is simply releasing your anger and confusion in your dreams. Or maybe it's just staying up until midnight watching Adult Swim. You only got around 6 hours of sleep the night before, it could just be your sleep deprived brain not knowing what the hell is going on. Eh, fuck it, it's a nightmare, why are you trying to find reason in it? You're just going to try and salvage the little time you have to sleep. Though, as you close your eyes, you're not thinking about how you're going to try to sway her next time, or the excuse you're going to give your boss. You're only thinking about the nightmare.

A long, dark alley. Your watch isn't on you, but you guess it's midnight. It's not entirely obvious where you are, but you know it's not anywhere near your house. As you're looking around to get your surroundings, you see a figure at the end of this alley, what looks like a woman. An elegant woman in a red cocktail dress, with long blonde hair. You can barely see her face. Wait, is that- hell! It is! It's her! You try calling out to her.
"Hey!"
But she doesn't seem to hear. She starts to walk away, and you start to run. You keep yelling.
"Jill! Hey!"
But it soon becomes apparent that no noise is escaping your mouth. At this point, you realize you never noticed any noise since the dream started. Anything you yelled was just a thought. You reach the end of the alley, but she's already gone. You look around the corners, but you can't find any trace of her. Maybe you should just go back.

As you turn, you see her at the other end. You can't see her face at all now, and her dress seems darker. This time, you book it. You get about halfway down when you realize the alley is longer than you remember it being. Not only that, but with each step, it seems to get longer. Everything seems to stretch with it. Any doors or trashcans in the alley expand, and even you seem to. You try to take longer strides, but your muscles seem to tense up, making it even harder to run. All this time, she's not moving. Your muscles finally stop moving at all, and you fall down. That's when you hear it. This roar. Not a "simple" roar, either. It seems like fifteen different animals are all growling, roaring, some even screaming in pain. It's loud, too. You have to get up, fast. Your muscles are weak, but you slowly get up. You look around, but can't find anything.
"What the fuck was that?"
It gets louder and louder. You keep looking around, but nothing's there. It grows closer. Fuck it, it doesn't matter that you can't see it. You run. Sprint. Your muscles ache, but you need to get out of there. It doesn't seem like a dream anymore. Even if it is, you're not ready to die in a dream, in a fucking back alley. Your legs give out from under you, but you get up and keep sprinting. As fast as you go, the exit doesn't seem any closer, and the growl just gets closer.

And then, it stops. Abrupt. Your legs quiver, and you give in, collapsing on the floor. Whatever was after you is gone. As you try to figure out what to do now, you hear a series of clicks behind you. Click-click-click-click. Click-click-click-click.

Great, the growl's gone, but that goddamn metronome replaced it. You turn around to find out what's causing it, only to find it staring into your face. A smooth, gray face. It's… eyes? No, those aren't eyes. They're red voids. You try to find yourself in them, but there's no reflection. Just red swirls, with even darker red tornados. There's more to it's eyes, though. Faces. Twisted, demonic, full of terror and dread. their contortions don't even seem humanly possible. You start to crawl backwards, and you get a fuller glimpse of this monster. It's about the size of a Jeep, with claws the size of Jeep tires. It's neck is long, twisting every which way, reaching the point where you once were. You keep crawling, trying to find some sort of sense in this creature, but you find nothing familiar in it. Its voids suddenly widen, and it reveals a mouth, a gaping black expanse, with multiple layers of sharp, grimy teeth, stained with blood. You're going to be the next to join those faces. You're not ready. You get up, trying to run, but it gets your left leg. A long, deep cut. That's when you woke up.

"Well, I guess I'm going to bed at 10 now…" you think.
You start to pull the covers up, but you feel something. It's wet and cold, down near your legs. Did you piss yourself out of fear? You pull the covers back, and realize it's not piss. Piss doesn't smell like this. It's hard to figure out in this darkness, but you think it's blood. As you swing yourself out of bed, your left sears in pain. Is that left over from the cramp? Dreams can do that, integrate parts of reality into a dream. You hobble over to the lamp to turn it on. A bright light floods the room, as your eyes adjust, you see the cut. It's long and deep. And fresh.

[TheFallenenvoy]

Thought up a slenderman related creature

I only have one clear set of memories from my early childhood, and these will scar me for life.

It was 1981 in Surrey, England. I was in nursery school. I used to love it there, the Sand Pit, the climbing frames and swings, the toys...But there was this one boy, your local nursery might have one like him, he clutched his beaten teddy bear and sat alone in the corner...Not that he seemed lonely, he seemed perfectly alright watching us all. He never cried or moaned, he ate the whole plate of food (or seemingly, it was gone by the time plates were collected and no one really paid attention to what he did) yet he seemed never to display happiness openly either. He just... was.


That was until the day that tall man came. I remember that day clearly. We were playing hide and seek, I was the last one left to be found,in my usual spot where the bushes hit the biggest tree. I heard a noise, it was that little boy, he was shrieking and running towards the gate, there was a tal figure.Him. The figure outstretche his arms and embraced him. The child then stepped away.The tall figure let his arms go down to his. The small children ran, being perfectly aware that something terrible was about to happen,I buried my face in my hands and collapsed to the floor.I heard the screams of my friends, I cried.I looked through a gap in the bush, The children that were outside disapeared. I could hear panicked children being ushered into a school bus. I heard it drive off. I was left alone. The tall man paced slowly around the playground.Suddenly a weight equal to mne was ontop of me. It was the boy, he was grinning like a madman. Suddenly a tenticle yanked me and put me on the ground roughly. He then let two tenticles pick up the boy, cradling him gently, and placed him down lovingly on his feet. The boy giggled manicly, the tall and slender man just looked. I was terrorfied. His featureless face facing me, I could feel it taking in my every detail. Suddenly there was a burning feeling on my wrist, I looked at it. THe burning stopped but in its place was a circle with a cross through it. I didnt understand what was going on, I tried to run but I knew they would catch up with me. MY vision went blurry and suddenly there was just darkness.
The next day the media was ful of stories concerning the "mass kidnapping" My story was discredited and the wrokers refused to comment.
I knew later on that I was marked, whatever for was still a mystery to me. I grew up, Had a son, my wife dissapeared under crcumstances I still dont understand...Yet I have my suspicions. Then one day I decided it would be a good idea to get my son started on a nursery school. So today I walked him into the school, I played with him there for half an hour or so,to settle him in. He was happy, so was I, it ment I could go to work without worry. I decided to sneak out while he was running away, so I wouldnt start a fuss. I suddenly became aware of my wrist becoming uncomfortably warm.


I shrugged it off and smiled, yet on the path as I left the playground to go into the main building was a boy. He was alone. He seemed like he could do no wrong, merely due to incapability. He held a battered looking teddy bear. And he just...grinned

[redherring]

Not to be a total douche by reviving a page two thread, but...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3nVN_wwxsU

My contribution to the thread, a short film I just wrapped up for a filmmaking class I'm taking. It's a deviation from an earlier short film idea I had that would probably work a lot better as a short story (which I might post up here soon too if I get around to writing it).

[BrochachoNacho]