User:Deadmansring

hello there, my name is Edward, but call me crow, i'd like to tell you the story on what happened to me on the night of October 1st, 2010.

you see i was only 16, and well, i was always quiet and nice one, i would be the one in the group some would call a bitch, but i was still the one to be fun, but on Halloween it was a whole different story, see i loved Halloween, it was that one night i got to be myself, well more of an opposite of my normal self, i loved to scare kids, and just regularly steal scared kids candy when they dropped it, well this year i decided to do a cool trick that not many knew of. have you ever heard of the dead poets game? well maybe you have and maybe you haven't anyways its sort of a game where you can talk to the dead, but there are consequences to it, see i thought that i was the most clever of my group (since i was really the only one who didn't always act my age) and i thought i could do this, when my friends told me about it explained the rules, i was sure i could win, and so this i guess were i should tell you how i came to be, well a different man.

on the day before Halloween, i told my friends to let me play the Dead Poets Game, i told them if i came out the same way as i was when i entered then they would have to pay me 5 dollars each, making twenty dollars, they agreed one of my friends, Jordan was his name, he asked me what to do in case i lost the game, i told him "spread the word about the game and i will find my way back" he agreed and we went off to play the game.

then came the night of Halloween, me in my outfit, i loved horror icons so i took to my favorite, a creepy, bloodied version of the tin man, holding his heart and ax. my friends all had zombies and serial killers, i remember my friend corvin, he was dressed as Andy Bierserk from black veil brides, so we walked up to this sorta forgotten house, no one knew were it came from, said it just showed up in the late 1800's, nothing about it ever showed up in records, so why the hell not, right? i was the first to walk in and i kept quiet, i knew that something was off here, i just knew it, we got to this room, i don't really remember the specifics of the room but it did have one thing i remember, a noose near the window. my group of friends gulped this was pretty fucking tense for them, it didn't bother me actually, my friends told me that i had to sit here and wait for them to bring in the items needed to play

so a couple ours go by and then i hear it

'play the game'

i shoot my head up, i had been looking at the ground, i shrugged, probably the wind, then my friends walked in, they had brought all the items needed to play the game, then they set it up for me gave me the bottle of wine needed to play the game, and light the candle and left the room,to start the game, at first filling my glass with the wine, then the other, as i held it up, i became uncertain, i didn't know if i wanted to be talking to a spirit, or a demon, well then the voice came back.

'do it, you wont regret this'

even though i knew i would, but that voice, that attractive, luscious, voice, i needed to see who it was, so i said it.

"i bring you no harm"

then i drank from my glass, then putting it down, i saw a woman, she looked to be around the years of world war 1 or 2, i couldn't tell, but i could remember her face, her eyes were like that of black gems, and her hair, oh her hair, so red, and soft, then there were the lips, those thick, lipstick painted, ruby red, cold lips. i had to know her name "i wish to start a match" i said to her, she nodded, raising her glass, as i did mine, and so the game had started.

we got down to a lot of questions but in the end i fucked up, see i was starting to get drunk, very drunk, and inevitably i stood up, what i didn't see in the blurred motion, was the fact that i watch the girl turn into a male, horrifying demon, at first it was just regular stuff, the eyes getting redder, the hair getting darker, then i stood up, losing my body for all eternity, huh guess love is a foolish emotion now that i think about it.

well i guess you could know what happened to me, i awoke, now sober, in the room, yes that fucking room with no contact on what has happened, or what was going on, well apparently my body killed about half of my friends, got shot in the arm, and ran for it, never to be seen again. how do i know this? don't worry i'm getting to that part.

see two of the last of my friends, jordan and corvin, decided to help get me back, the spread the word out, about half a ton of people started to use the dead poets game, contacting many spirits but not me, for three fucking years i was trapped, and believe me i wanted to lose it, i wanted to kill the demon in my body, and give him something to worry about, and i finally got my wish, see this guy, fresh out of high school decided to play the game, the same place i did, on the same night, and believe me was i happy to have someone play the game, i appeared, as a navy officer of my grandfather, i took a look at the boy, he had blonde hair, blue eyes, and some highlights in his hair, standing at 6"1, and having a good athletic built, he was a perfect body for my journey, we played the game for an hour, he became so drunk that he fell of his chair, i chuckled.

my turn

i took his body, waking up, escaping to my old house, and beginning my hunt for my old body, i prayed for my dead friends, and left my town.

and now i am hunting him, the demon who took my body, my life, and my hopes and dreams i will find him, even if i have to find him to the end of the earth, and if you get in my way, well heheheh, lets just say that you won't be identifiable.