*~| The Crooked Man |~* By TechnoCat - Please read!

[TechnoCat]

( I know there is another story going on, but I want to post it because I've been working on this for several months and I'd thought I'd share.)

Chapter 1 - Meet Kiki

Kiki gave a great screech, her camera nearly toppling over. The Crooked Man's face leapt out at her and she panicked and paused the game. She glanced up at the camera. "R.I.P headphone users... I'm so sorry..." At the end of her sentence, she started nervously laughing. She groaned and put her head on the desk. "I don't wanna play this game anymore..." She muttered for dramatic effect. "I'm gonna have to end it here for today. Thanks for watching, it's really late here and I should be asleep." She waved sweetly, braces and all. She shut the camera down and glanced at the time. "Forget editing, I'm going to bed."
Not giving a single care about the fact she was still wearing her high-waisted Charlotte Rosse jean shorts or her red and white striped shirt, she flopped into her bed. She sent a quick prayer up and drifted off into dizzying blackness.
***
Kiki roared awake as her body slammed against cold stone floors. A vibration passed through them, a whistle riding on the air. Kiki rocketed to her feet and looked around madly. She backed into a dark corner, her body shuddering.
"You're dreaming... You're dreaming. Don't worry about anything."
Horror struck her when she realized she was wearing the same clothes as when she fell asleep.

Chapter 2 - Meet Felix

Felix refreshed PoisonLemonade's YouTube page, and saw nothing. He himself was also a famous Youtuber, and was quite the fan of the rising star. But she hadn't uploaded for three days, and he was getting worried. He uploaded a quick video, then subconsciously fell asleep at his computer.
He woke up when he realized his apartment was freezing. He stood up groggily, having memorized the way to the thermostat. He could hardly see, and rubbed his eyes to restore his sight.
That was when he realized he wasn't in his house. He was in an all-stone, seemingly other-wordly castle. It was far from real, but far from dreams. Like being in a gap of two worlds. Two non-existant worlds. A virtual reality created by his mind, created for himself. How was it real?
But something inside him told him two things: 1) It was definetly real, nothing about it was fake. 2) He wasn't alone.

 

[Chickenfan4life]

Ooh, this is nice! Keep going! I'm now watching two stories: The Shadow's Omen, and The Crooked Man!

 

[TechnoCat]

Chapter 3 - Face to Face

Kiki tried not to panic. She untied the silver ribbon from her wrist and tied her long hair up in a loose ponytail. "You're fine, you're fine."
But she wasn't fine. Inside of her was a roaring, crashing instinct. It was yelling, screaming at her. It was in a fit of rage, and Kiki was trying as hard as she could to hide it. She knew it wasn't safe, but she didn't exactly listen to it either. Although her stomach was doing trampolene jumps to high-five her heart, she took a torch from the wall and looked around the room. Lying strewn about were barrels, rugs, chairs. A desk was bashed up against a corner, and chips of glass from a now shattered rose vase lie around the room, a strange confetti covering a broken up room.
But what stood out to her the most was a rose.
A white one. Thornless. Just before her feet. Uncrushed, untouched. As if it was sending her a message.
I see you.
It, whatever it was, rang in her mind. A large heavy bass begun it's heartbeat inside her head. A tremolo of two dark, low notes. And a high, keening of a chime. She nearly keeled over, notes streaming in from a few rooms down. An alluring symphony. Kiki let out a cry of pain, collapsing to her knees. "Where am I?!" She yelled into the darkness, "Where am I?!"
And just like that, the notes halted. Everything. The bass. The tremolo. The chime. The symphony. The only noise was the blood roaring in her ears. Kiki bolted up. "Weapon... Weapon. I need a weapon." She threw things about, ransacking the place for something to use as self-defense. "There has to be something."
And there it was, lying in the corner. Covered in cobwebs, seemingly untouched for decades, was an ancient Japanese katana. Thin and long, protected by a sheath.
Kiki walked up to it, and lifted it to look at it. It was light, and when she pulled it from the cobweb-covered sheath, she realized the blade was clean and never used. It was littered with intricate designs, markings symbolizing an ancient language. She slid in back in the sheath and fastened it to her belt loop.
And she opened the door.
***
She had simply walked aimlessly for several hours, torch in one hand and the hilt of the blade gripped in the other. Kiki begun to grow bored, nothing had happened. The only noises inside were the creaking of the floor under her feet, and the hissing of the fire.
After a few more lonely hours, the torch went out.
"No, no no no..." Kiki hissed. She scrambled about through rooms, looking for a box of matches or a tinderbox. "Oh come on..."

Walking out of another barren bedroom, she heard cursing and footsteps from the other side of the hall. She whipped her head up just in time to see another torch go out. But she realized there was one just halfway in between her and where she'd heard the other person.
Then there was running.
She ran for it too.
And there they were. Face to face. Both of them had a hand on the torch.

 

[TechnoCat]

Anyone else?

 

[miss heny]

I likey...

 

[Gomes Bantams]

Please dont abruptly end this like the slender man one!!!! I like this story!!!

 

[Mipuppy1]

 

[TechnoCat]

Chapter 3 - Don't Be Afraid

(Side note: Kiki is based on me, she looks like me and acts like me and... basically IS me haha.)
He watched her eyes snap wide open, and she immediately reacted with quick movements. Her hand had flown to something at her side, but it seemed when she realized he was human she let up a little. Her hand slipped from the torch. "What's your name?" She asked. Her voice was surprisingly American, light and sweet. But there was no livelihood in her voice. It was monotone.
"Felix, from Sweden..."
He grabbed the torch from the holster on the wall and lifted it, the flame crackling, rippling the air around them. He could see her eyes, dark brown. She had long lashes, and a short-lined, dangerous cat-eye like eyeliner style. She was somewhat tan, and her hair was tied up in an innocent silver ribbon. It was long and in the darkness, he could see a slight blue ombre. He watched her eyes scan him. They were sharp and intelligent, quick to judge. He thought it was like looking into a mirror, just looking in her eyes. There was a sweetness there, as if she knew what it was to be compassionate. To have someone else be compassionate to her. But there was loss, and there was guilt. She knew the pain of losing things. She knew the pain of having something her fault. "Who are you?"
"My name is Kiki, from America. You may or may not know me."
"Kiki... Where have I heard that before?" Felix delved deep into thought, still holding the torch. "Are you on Youtube?"
"I'm PoisonousLemonade." (BTW: That name IS mine. Anyone who uses it will SUFFER. xD )
"That's where... Wow, it's cool to meet you." Felix smiled, and she smiled back. She wore braces, too, with purple bands.
"And you."
They walked for awhile, in silence. He observed her behavior, and couldn't help stealing several glances at her. She had thin, athletic legs and a strong shoulder set. She was thin, but not overly thin. She had a tightly grit jaw and high cheekbones. She was slightly jumpy, but her eyes were cool and calculating, as if she was generating deductions as she went on. He could see her eyes dart around, and she would occasionally crouch when turning corners. When she looked around, he could see slight changes in her facial expression. From curious to a sudden realization, from confused to suspicious.
She, suddenly out of the blue, spoke. "I think I know where we are." She sighed, pulling the silver ribbon from her hair.
"I think I do too."
"Where do you think?" Kiki looked up at him, right into his eyes, which was a bit frightening.
"Where do you think?" Felix repeated.
"We say it at the same time."
"Kay."
"3... 2... 1..."
Both replies came back at the same time.
"The Crooked Man."

 

[Mipuppy1]

Chapter 3 - Don't Be Afraid

(Side note: Kiki is based on me, she looks like me and acts like me and... basically IS me haha.)
He watched her eyes snap wide open, and she immediately reacted with quick movements. Her hand had flown to something at her side, but it seemed when she realized he was human she let up a little. Her hand slipped from the torch. "What's your name?" She asked. Her voice was surprisingly American, light and sweet. But there was no livelihood in her voice. It was monotone.
"Felix, from Sweden..."
He grabbed the torch from the holster on the wall and lifted it, the flame crackling, rippling the air around them. He could see her eyes, dark brown. She had long lashes, and a short-lined, dangerous cat-eye like eyeliner style. She was somewhat tan, and her hair was tied up in an innocent silver ribbon. It was long and in the darkness, he could see a slight blue ombre. He watched her eyes scan him. They were sharp and intelligent, quick to judge. He thought it was like looking into a mirror, just looking in her eyes. There was a sweetness there, as if she knew what it was to be compassionate. To have someone else be compassionate to her. But there was loss, and there was guilt. She knew the pain of losing things. She knew the pain of having something her fault. "Who are you?"
"My name is Kiki, from America. You may or may not know me."
"Kiki... Where have I heard that before?" Felix delved deep into thought, still holding the torch. "Are you on Youtube?"
"I'm PoisonousLemonade." (BTW: That name IS mine. Anyone who uses it will SUFFER. xD )
"That's where... Wow, it's cool to meet you." Felix smiled, and she smiled back. She wore braces, too, with purple bands.
"And you."
They walked for awhile, in silence. He observed her behavior, and couldn't help stealing several glances at her. She had thin, athletic legs and a strong shoulder set. She was thin, but not overly thin. She had a tightly grit jaw and high cheekbones. She was slightly jumpy, but her eyes were cool and calculating, as if she was generating deductions as she went on. He could see her eyes dart around, and she would occasionally crouch when turning corners. When she looked around, he could see slight changes in her facial expression. From curious to a sudden realization, from confused to suspicious.
She, suddenly out of the blue, spoke. "I think I know where we are." She sighed, pulling the silver ribbon from her hair.
"I think I do too."
"Where do you think?" Kiki looked up at him, right into his eyes, which was a bit frightening.
"Where do you think?" Felix repeated.
"We say it at the same time."
"Kay."
"3... 2... 1..."
Both replies came back at the same time.
"The Crooked Man."

(Is that a game?)

 

[TechnoCat]

(Yes, The Crooked Man is a SPINE-CHILLING, AMAZING indie horror game that I've based this story off of. I suggest checking it out, it's worth it! You will not regret it!

http://www.vgperson.com/games/crookedman.htm )