Hi! It is 12:13am where I live and I am like really bored!!!!! I also don't feel like going to sleep since I don't have school tomorrow/today. Btw I did update on Halloween.... it just wasn't in my blog.
Just writing this because I'm bored.
See y'all,
Spazzi
Hi peeps happy halloween..... tommorrow! So I just realized it's been like two weeks since I updated but people I need encouragement. I also just realized that well.... I neva announced that I have a part on my hompage that if you scroll down, put your email and name in, then you will be emailed when I update. So... yeah.
Now on to my Halloween themed stuff. Here are some scary stories:
Within an hour of my arrival at Fort Union, my new post, my best friend Johnny came to the barracks with a broad grin and a friendly clout on the shoulder. He'd hurried over as soon as he heard I had come, and we talked 'til sunset and beyond.
As soon as Johnny mentioned Celia's name, I knew he had it bad for her. To hear him talk, Celia was the most amazing woman who had ever graced God's green earth. She was the sister-in-law of the captain, and all the young men on the base were infatuated with her. Celia was the prettiest of the eligible ladies that graced Fort Union society. She liked the spice of adventure to be found so near the wilds.
Johnny alternated between elation when Celia talked with him and despair when she flirted with another man. I watched their courtship from afar and was troubled. There was something about Celia that I didn't like. I never mentioned it to Johnny, but I thought she was too much of a flirt. I wished Johnny had fallen for a nicer woman.
About a month after I arrived at Fort Union, a birthday dance was given for one of the officers. To Johnny's elation, Celia agreed to be his partner at the dance. Johnny was dancing on cloud nine all night, until a messenger came gasping into the room to report an Apache raid. With a small scream of terror, Celia clung shamelessly to Johnny and begged him not to go even though he was the lieutenant put in charge of the mission. Well sir, Johnny proposed to her right then and there and Celia accepted. Furthermore, Celia told Johnny that she would wait for him, and that if he didn't come back she would never marry. I doubted Celia's sincerity, but Johnny just ate it up.
I was assigned to Johnny's troop, so I had to leave too. We started out the next morning, and had a rough week tracking down and fighting the Apaches. Johnny split up the troop; taking command of the first group and giving me command of the second. My men reached the rendezvous point with no casualties, but only half of the other group arrived, and Johnny was not among them. They'd been ambushed by the Apaches. I had to take command of the troop. We searched for survivors, but never found Johnny's body. As soon as I could, I ordered the men to turn for home.
Celia made a terrible, heart-rending scene when she found out Johnny was missing. She flung herself into my arms when I gave her the news and sobbed becomingly. The display turned my stomach, it was so obviously insincere. I excused myself hastily and left her to the ministrations of the other soldiers. From that time on, I was careful to stay away from Celia, who mourned less than a week for my friend before resuming her flirtatious ways.
About a month later, a rich handsome lieutenant arrived at Fort Union. He was from the East, and Celia took a real shine to him. Johnny was completely forgotten and so was her promise to him. It wasn't long before Celia and the lieutenant were engaged and started planning a big wedding. Nothing but the very best would suit Celia, and her bridegroom had the money to indulge her.
Everyone in Fort Union was invited to the ceremony, and the weather was perfect on the day of the wedding. Everyone turned out in their best clothes and the wedding was a social success. After the ceremony, all the guests were invited to a celebratory ball.
We were waltzing around the ballroom when the door flew open with a loud bang. A gust of cold air blew in, dimming the candles. A heart-wrenching wail echoed through the room. The music stopped abruptly and everyone turned to look at the door. Standing there was the swollen, dead body of a soldier. It was dressed in an officer's uniform. The eyes were burning with a terrible fire. The temple had a huge gash from a hatchet-blow. There was no scalp. It was Johnny.
The whole crowd stood silent, as if in a trance. No one moved, no one murmured. I wanted to cry out when I recognized Johnny, but I was struck dumb like the rest of the wedding guests.
Johnny walked across the room and took Celia out of her bridegroom's arms. She was frozen in horror and could not resist. Johnny looked at the musicians. Still in a trance, they began to play a horrible, demonic sounding waltz. Johnny and Celia began to dance. They swept around and around the room, doing an intricate waltz. Johnny held the white-clad bride tight against his dead body while a deathly pallor crept over her face. Her steps slowed but still Johnny held her tight and moved them around in a grisly parody of a waltz. Celia's eyes bulged. She turned as white as her gown and her mouth sagged open. She gave one small gasp, and died in his arms.
Johnny dropped Celia's body on the floor and stood over her, wringing his blood-stained hands. He threw back his head and gave another unearthly wail that echoed around the room. Then he vanished through the door.
Released from the trance, the crowd gasped and exclaimed. The bridegroom ran to Celia and knelt beside her, wringing his hands in the same manner as Johnny. His cries were all too human.
Unable to bear the sight of the stricken bridegroom, I took my captain aside and asked permission to take a small detail back to the place where our troop had been attacked by the Apaches to search once more for my dead friend. He sent a dozen men with me. We combed the area, and finally found Johnny's body hidden in a crevice. It looked exactly the same as it had appeared on the night of Celia's wedding.
We brought Johnny back to the fort with us and the captain buried him beside Celia. Celia's bridegroom went back East shortly after we buried Johnny, and I resigned my commission a few days later and went home, never wanting to see that cursed place again.
I heard later that Celia's ghost was often seen at dusk, weeping over Johnny's grave, but I never went back to Fort Union to see it for myself.
and another one (I love that first one by the way):
The Hook retold byS. E. Schlosser
The reports had been on the radio all day, though she hadn't paid much attention to them. Some crazy man had escaped from the state asylum. They were calling him the Hook Man since he had lost his right arm and had it replaced with a hook. He was a killer, and everyone in the region was warned to keep watch and report anything suspicious. But this didn't interest her. She was more worried about what to wear on her date.
After several consultation calls with friends, she chose a blue outfit in the very latest style and was ready and waiting on the porch when her boyfriend came to pick her up in his car. They went to a drive-in movie with another couple, then dropped them off and went parking in the local lover's lane. The blue outfit was a hit, and she cuddled close to her boyfriend as they kissed to the sound of romantic music on the radio.
Then the announcer came on and repeated the warning she had heard that afternoon. An insane killer with a hook in place of his right hand was loose in the area. Suddenly, the dark, moonless night didn't seem so romantic to her. The lover's lane was secluded and off the beaten track. A perfect spot for a deranged mad-man to lurk, she thought, pushing her amorous boyfriend away.
"Maybe we should get out of here," she said. "That Hook Man sounds dangerous."
"Awe, c'mon babe, it's nothing," her boyfriend said, trying to get in another kiss. She pushed him away again.
"No, really. We're all alone out here. I'm scared," she said.
They argued for a moment. Then the car shook a bit, as if something…or someone…had touched it. She gave a shriek and said: "Get us out of here now!"
"Jeeze," her boyfriend said in disgust, but he turned the key and went roaring out of the lover's lane with a screeching of his tires.
They drove home in stony silence, and when they pulled into her driveway, he refused to help her out of the car. He was being so unreasonable, she fumed to herself. She opened the door indignantly and stepped into her driveway with her chin up and her lips set. Whirling around, she slammed the door as hard as she could. And then she screamed.
Her boyfriend leapt out of the car and caught her in his arms. "What is it? What's wrong?" he shouted. Then he saw it. A bloody hook hung from the handle of the passenger-side door.
I also have a recommendation for good reading: BLISS by Lauren Myracle which is a great story. It has just the right amount of horror, romance, and drama. For people who are sensitive to scary stuff there is a lot any there but the love and drama covers most of that up but for the horror-lovers it is very thrilling and it keeps your attention.
It's about a 15 or 16 year old girl named Bliss whose hippy parents have dumped the responsibilities of taking care of her onto her grandmother. Her grandmother sends her to a private school named Crestview hall where she meets three girls who are very important to the rest of her life. Sandy is not all that she may seem like on the outside- a hopeless pushover that's overweight. Sarah- the girl everyone wants to be is keeping her romance life a secret from the rest of the school. Thelma- a sweet but jealous girl oblivious to what's going on around her. Not to mention the voice of a dead girl speaking to her mostly saying blood and many more threatening things. What happens when everthing flips and Bliss is struggling to tell her firends the truth about whats ensanaring them in its trap.
Yup... great book. I also feel the need to confess my love for two different fictional characters. Edward Cullen my sweetheart and -sob- I'm sorry Eddie!!!!!! Fang from Maximum Ride.
I also have a few funny pictures:
And credit where credit is do for the scary stories:
http://www.americanfolklore.net/spooky-stories.html
love ya'll I promise to update tommorrow ,
Emails people!!!!! Emails!!!!!! How easy is it to send one email telling me the song that is frequently stuck in your head.... not hard at all!!!!!!! Send me emails and I will love you foreva!!!!!
Now that I have told you that I just want to tell you I'm really bored and I would really appreciate ya'll telling people to come on my website: 76 almost 80 people since August 15th isn't really that much and gosh I want more people at my site. So all you have to do is get those little fingers typing two thing- not very much- and those two things would be: "Hey I just found the most awesomest website eva! and ya'll would really enjoy it... It's all about having fun and meeting people- person- you don't know and she is just awesome!!!!!" the second on is "Hey you don't need to know my name and please don't email me back unless to tell me that I'm one of the fifteen people going on your website but the song that frequently gets stuck in my head is....(drumroll)..... Decode by Paramore*" see that's all you have to do. That took me a hole two seconds to type!!!!!! Two seconds I'll neva get back (gasp) yeah don't give me your lies just send me and email (greencheeryo@gmail.com).
So that's all you have to do.
Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy.
So are you as bored as I am! I sure hope not (for your sake). Another reason I'm here today is to tell you that I need ideas to help me improve my website.... the only two results I while not accept is: Don't act like you are already acting and Make the name of the website shorter. I refuse to pay more money or to not be myself so back off people... back off! So send me advice and people who own there own freewebs website I wan to know how to put a chatroom page on because last time I tried it eh-hem didnt work.
Tha's all for today folks'
