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Post by Evan on May 30, 2014 15:32:41 GMT -8
Special thanks to the Mer-people for coming up with this one.
Write a scary urban legend about the people and/or town of mildville. Keep it short, say under 400 words.
Scoring will be as follows: On Monday, I will post all of them. People will have until Tuesday at 5 PM PST to vote for their favorite. You can't vote for your own. I won't post who voted for what, but I will post how many votes each story got.
Scoring: 3 points per vote
I will also judge which ones I like, and rank them from first to last.
Scoring: First Place: 12 pts, Second Place: 10 pts, Third Place: 8 Pts, Fourth Place: 6 Pts, Fifth Place: 4 Points, Sixth Place: 2 Pts.
Best of luck, and most importantly have fun with this one! I might also sneak in a story of my own into the mix if I have time.
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Post by Super Sarah on Jun 2, 2014 8:34:13 GMT -8
So are we posting these or sending them via message?
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Post by True Ingéneurs on Jun 2, 2014 10:00:44 GMT -8
On Monday, I will post all of them. I imagine send them to Evan, then he'll post them.
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Post by Evan on Jun 2, 2014 10:16:01 GMT -8
Send them to me via email or message
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Post by Amer on Jun 2, 2014 10:51:45 GMT -8
I'm sending mine via telepathy.
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Post by Paula Romanetti on Jun 2, 2014 16:07:10 GMT -8
These weekend challenges are killers! I know most people have a little more free time on the weekend, but that's when my job kicks in full throttle. It's wedding season and I have three this month! However, driving home late at night I tuned into "coast to coast" to listen to all the weirdos calling in to George Noory and it helped set the mood for this week's challenge...oh yeah, and gave me some strange nightmares as well!
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Post by Evan on Jun 2, 2014 16:11:10 GMT -8
Here are the entries. PM me your vote, or just post it in this thread:
Story 1
Mayor Comstock and librarian Annie went swimming one night at Mildville Lake. After a quick dip, they decide to head back. While approaching the beach, Evan suddenly stops and notices something is pulling on his leg. Afraid it might be a Merperson, he tries to kick it away frantically but then looks back and realizes he was just caught on some seaweed. After untangling his foot, he continues to swim, only to get caught again. This time, he kicks it away with ease and walks onto shore.
After reaching the beach, he waited for Annie. A minute goes by and he begins to worry. Another minute goes by and he begins pacing. A few more minutes go by and he decides to go search for her. He checked the area with seaweed and finds nothing. After a whole night of searching, he gave up and just laid on the beach, exhausted.
Convinced his wife was taken by Merpeople, he decides on revenge and begins a campaign to rid the town of Merpeople. Meanwhile, Police Chief Erik Piggum, was investigating the incident. His first task, interrogate all suspected Merpeople in town. However, not knowing who’s a suspect, he phones the mayor to see if he knows. Evan, who was drinking earlier, answered the phone and starts yelling random non-sense. Erik, now utterly confused as to why the mayor was behaving weirdly, instead of grieving for his wife, suddenly suspects Comstock to be the prime suspect.
The next day, Erik drags the mayor into court and Comstock takes the stand. Attorney Neutrino walks up to the mayor and instructs him to raise his hand. The mayor then begins telling some story about how if you yell “glug, glug, glug” out the window, then Merpeople will come. Eventually, the mayor was dismissed but only after passing out due to excessive spinning.
Days later, a mysterious envelope appears on the mayor’s doorstep with a video cassette in it. He puts the tape into the VHS player and hits play. It was a video of him and his late wife on the night she passed away. Comstock watches closely as he swims back to shore. He watches himself get caught in the seaweed and kicks it away. He then gets caught again. This time, he notices it was not seaweed, but a hand. A hand with a wedding ring on it, Annie’s wedding ring.
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Story 2
Long before it became a den of iniquity, the Mildville library was a meeting spot for a secretive group of citizens - the Mildville Five. The group met in the children's reading room every Wednesday evening after closing to pay homage to their common alien ancestors that had been key founders of the town. Typically, the weekly meeting would begin with a terrifying recitation by secretary Son Anheuser of the prior week's ghoulish minutes. This would ordinarily be followed by 15 minutes or so of diabolical chanting led by chief chanter Rebecky Pickford. Judy Ladybird would then read from the monsterous texts handed down from the great Alien in the sky whilst Stinky Valentino punched out an horrifying melody on his piano made of human bones. Mike Lenin would address the week's murderous issues and lead the group in a question and answer session. Finally, the meetings ended with fiendish cookies and coffee.
** Story 3 She thought she heard a sound coming from the basement. Home alone for the first time, the young girl knew she should check. Her parents trusted her to take care of the house while her brother was at basketball practice and they were out to dinner. Carefully open the door just a crack, pop her head in and take a quick peak. That's all. Keep her legs firmly planted on the landing to make a quick retreat. Maybe she just imagined a sound. Wait a while and see if it she hears it again. Yes, it happened again, but this time she wasn't sure that it was coming from the basement. Were the doors locked? Were the windows closed? She raced through the house making a quick check, steeled her nerves, ran to the basement and threw open the door. She screamed as she felt the push from behind and heard the door close with a click. HA! shouted her brother, now the ice cream is all mine.
** Story 4 The town of Mildville was established almost two hundred years ago by Milton Mildstone. Milton was a mild mannered man of pious morals and high standards. The citizens of the town lived within the rules of righteousness, never breaking law, never straying from a commandment. There were no law enforcers, for no one broke the laws. Everything in Mildville was beige, bland, and banal. Life in Mildville was good, albeit somewhat sedate, for its citizens. But, it was all they knew and they were quite comfortable in their unawareness.
One night, Milton had a very vivid dream. He dreamt of a world where there were highs and lows, good and evil, colors and flavors, choices to make and consequences to suffer. The dream filled him with excitement and a vision of a new world for Mildville and her citizens.
Milton woke with a fervent desire to change the status quo of Mildville. He threw caution to the wind and looked directly at the sun, didn't wait 30 minutes after eating before he swam, opened an umbrella indoors, didn't knock on wood, and ran with scissors in the house. He felt the heat of exhilaration that he had never felt before!
The good citizens of Mildville followed Milton's lead, and they began to experiment in a variety of questionable activities. The complexion of Mildville began to change and soon there were sightings of aliens, gangsters, villains, demons, werewolves, robots, witches, and vampires. There was heat and spice, in a town where coolness and blandness had once prevailed. Chaos ensued, and Milton, utilizing one of his new negative feelings, experienced a strong sense of guilt. He tried, to no avail, to make things beige again.
The streets of Mildville became violent and dangerous. The righteous blamed Milton for changing the town, the evil doers blamed him for trying to restore the blandness. He was a hunted man.
One day, a loud explosion rocked the top of the highest hill in Mildville. Those who were there that day, say that they saw Milton walking up to the top of that hill, just moments before it exploded. Although they could find no traces of Milton, they all stood in wonderment as the small river coming down from the hill turned red...blood red to be exact.
Milton Mildstone was never to be seen again, but in Milton's memory, the citizens of Mildville gathered the liquid of the red river, sealed it in small packets, and proceeded to distribute it throughout the world. And, to this day, when you find yourself dining at a Mexican establishment and you ask for a packet of sauce, you will hear, "would you like hot or mild?" And, while we may never know for sure if these packets really contain the blood of Milton Mildstone, we do know that the legend of Mildville lives on each time we make the choice to live our lives 'hot or mild.'
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Story 5
Evan was going about his business, trying to run the city while not doing any real work. While drinking in his office, he noticed a doll next to his bottle of MacCutcheon's, that looked like his wife Annie. He had never seen it before, and assumed it was a present from his wife. When he returned home, he mentioned over dinner that he loved the new doll, and Annie didn't know what he was talking about. Curious, he took out the doll and looked it a carefully, trying to figure out who might have sent it. There were no markings on it, or any indication where it came from. Not even China.
The following week, a body washed up on shore. It was one of Mildville's citizens. There were strange bite marks on the body. It seemed like an isolated incident, maybe a shark attack, so nothing was done. The next week, another body turned up, this time behind the chinese restaurant. Another body the next week. Evan sprung into action. He created a series of challenges and votes, all trying to suss out who was behind this.
Then one day, after countless deaths, he remembered the doll. The doll that appeared right before the body count started rising. He ran to his room, grabbed the doll, threw it in the fireplace and burned it with gasoline. He was sitting there, crossing his fingers, hoping the terror was over, when he heard a scream from the bedroom. He ran in and saw his wife Annie, consumed by flames. Screaming in terror, he tried to put them out but it was too late. His loving wife was gone, burned to a crisp. Shocked, dazed, he stumbled back out to the living room. In the fireplace, perfectly intact and unharmed, was a doll that looked like Evan.
** Story 6
A closed, dark piece of history concerning the sea town of Mildville is still seen as an open case and a possible threat to many Mildvillians today, especially the Mayor, Evan Comstock. 20 years ago in 1928, 11 Mildvillians were brutally murdered, all being innocent victims to an evil culture that has mesmerized people for centuries, merpeople. Using their wealth and worldwide resources, this-near myth race has wounded many ancient cities and societies. Their magical powers have allowed them to live and hide among humans by transforming their fins into human-like bodies. In 1928, eight Mildvillians were found to be Merpeople. Their Mer-names were Oresund, Okhotsk, Caspian, Camotes, Tasman, Kara, Sulu and Marmara, all named after the seas their lineages were originally from.
Beneath the friendly exterior of Mildville, dark dealings between the Mayor and the Mers for financial gain finally came to a close. Killing one townsperson per week in exchange of Mergold was no more. The townspeople, with the help of their “trusted” (and still current) Mayor, Evan Comstock, unraveled the identities of the eight known Merfolk who lived in their town. The eight Mers were violently dealt with by being murdered and thrown back into the sea as a sign of their place within Mildville. The townspeople viewed the Mayor as a hero; however the Merpeople believed him to be a hypocrite who deserved death for going back on their deal by murdering their own. In recent news, the bodies of the 8 Mers have been rediscovered and identified in the following order: Camotes, Okhotsk, Marmara, Sulu, Tasman, Oresund, Caspian, and Kara. Realizing the bodies were found in the order of spelling out the Mayor’s last name, many believe the Mers are purposely releasing their dead in sequence as a way of calling out for the Mayor and securing their revenge.
Is the sequential releasing of the Mer corpses truly a method for justice or just a coincidence? Many who believe in this legend await for the Mayor to admit his crimes and sacrifice himself to the sea people in hopes to prevent a repetition of the Mildville Sea War of 1928.
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Post by Tulley Kennedy on Jun 2, 2014 16:33:18 GMT -8
Shit just finished work and wanted to submit one. Oh well. I'll go ahead and post mine even tho its not eligible.
Evan was going about his business, trying to run the city while not doing any real work. While drinking in his office, he noticed a doll next to his bottle of MacCutcheon's, that looked like his wife Annie. He had never seen it before, and assumed it was a present from his wife. When he returned home, he mentioned over dinner that he loved the new doll, and Annie didn't know what he was talking about. Curious, he took out the doll and looked it a carefully, trying to figure out who might have sent it. There were no markings on it, or any indication where it came from. Not even China.
The following week, a body washed up on shore. It was one of Mildville's citizens. There were strange bite marks on the body. It seemed like an isolated incident, maybe a shark attack, so nothing was done. The next week, another body turned up, this time behind the chinese restaurant. Another body the next week. Evan sprung into action. He created a series of challenges and votes, all trying to suss out who was behind this.
Then one day, after countless deaths, he remembered the doll. The doll that appeared right before the body count started rising. He ran to his room, grabbed the doll, threw it in the fireplace and burned it with gasoline. He was sitting there, crossing his fingers, hoping the terror was over, when he heard a scream from the bedroom. He ran in and saw his wife Annie, consumed by flames. Screaming in terror, he tried to put them out but it was too late. His loving wife was gone, burned to a crisp. Shocked, dazed, he stumbled back out to the living room. In the fireplace, perfectly intact and unharmed, was a doll that looked like Evan.
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Post by Tulley Kennedy on Jun 2, 2014 16:38:03 GMT -8
Are story 3 & 5 really the same story from different people, or is that a mayor error?
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Post by Annie McClarabow on Jun 2, 2014 16:40:00 GMT -8
I think mayor error. We were in a bit of a hurry to get out the door
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Post by Evan on Jun 2, 2014 17:45:49 GMT -8
Late entries are eligible. I added Tulley's story to the list.
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Post by Tulley Kennedy on Jun 2, 2014 18:08:24 GMT -8
Hah well since im not anonymous I doubt I will win, anyways it was fun to write!
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Post by Evan on Jun 3, 2014 16:00:28 GMT -8
The winner is story 5! A close second was story 1. I had 1-5 as the #1 and #2 stories. Story 5 got 4 citizen votes, whereas story 1 got 2
Honorable mention goes to story 3, which also got 2 citizen votes.
Tulley wins immunity!
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Post by Annie McClarabow on Jun 3, 2014 16:01:34 GMT -8
I don't like the roles you've cast me in.
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Post by True Ingéneurs on Jun 4, 2014 6:48:42 GMT -8
haha yeah 5 & 1 were really good, well done you guys. this was pretty fun.
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Post by Stinky Valentino on Jun 4, 2014 9:25:04 GMT -8
I was going to vote for #1, but the writing style was a deal-breaker
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