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Private Things That Go Bump In The Night

Discussion in 'The Cemetery' started by Moana, Dec 26, 2017.

  1. Moana

    Moana Moana

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    @Pennywise
    Jan 3th

    She held her hand up to the night sky, fingers aligning with the stars.

    This had become something of a habit for Moana, ever since she arrived in Pandora, every night where the sky was alive with light and the stars came out she would stare up at them, her shimming brown ears mirroring the starlight as they filled up with hope her father’s words ringing in her ears

    “If you ever get lost. Follow the stars, and they’ll lead you home.”

    But here? The stars didn’t speak to her like the ones at home. They haven’t talked to her for nearly the entire year she had been stranded here.But they were the closest thing that Moana had to a friend in this strange not that she ever had a best friend, though or any close friends. As a child, her mind had been on the sea, and she listened to her grandmother's stories with too much rapture, too eager to eat the stories alive, compared to her companions. So instead of dwelling on lost chances, she spends long days on the beach with her grandmother, dancing near the waves but never close enough to soak her feet.

    Years of growing up left even fewer opportunities for friendship. Not to say she didn't have any friends, she was proud to say she was reasonably friendly with the whole island. But she was the chief's daughter, and she thinks, looking back, that it probably put some barrier there

    ….She supposed there was Mawi….but he was kind of the reason why Moana was stranded where she was.

    Anyway, she doesn't need close friends. Moana is and always has been a girl always on the move. Her father is relentless with his wisdom and lessons, and she takes it all in stride. She likes to think it suits her, really, the weight resting on broad shoulders. She likes to think she wears responsibility well, and the people of Motunui seem to agree.

    Alongside her father, her mother teaches her the steps of her's people's ancient dances and instructs her on how to utilise the resources of the island.

    While there were a few people Moana tended to have a soft spot here in Pandora, she never forgot her home, and doing so seemed like an impossibility to her, she just wouldn’t let herself grow comfortable here. Homesickness was her constant companion.

    In the colder winter months -A chill she had never experienced before- She had taken to sleeping in the cemetery near the coast, she was rarely disturbed there and it was forlorned attempt on Moana's part to savour some small amount of home comfort.

    Even the sand felt wrong here…

    Crawling under a blanket Diana had given her she settled down her back resting against a large tree, as protection against the winds and closed her bright brown eyes, that was the easy part. Sleep was an attractive prospect to Moana, the idea that she might wake up one day and find out Pandora had been a dream, It was a comforting thought to hold tight to on lonely nights. Even if it was a deluded one….

    Moana’s chest began to rock with steady breathing as her head tilted to her side, nuzzling against her blanket

    ...and quick as a whip her eyes snapped open as wide awake as she ever was.

    She wasn’t alone.

    She couldn’t explain why she knew that for sure, the night was quiet as all the rest….and yet….she knew someone was there.

    “Hello?” She called out to the inky darkness “Is someone there?”
     
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  2. Robert Gray

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    The cemetery was an open space among the ruins of life, covered in winter with violets and daisies and roses and a view from the cliffs so far as to see into a blue infinity. It might make one fall in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place for eternity as the body fell back to the weeds and life sprung from death. Despite their spooky, eerie reputations graveyards were places of rest and silence. The living avoided them and upon a usual night so would It. Although the dead springing from their graves had terrified generations upon generations, they so rarely visited that it made for a poor hunting ground indeed.

    However on this night there was a girl and she had isolated herself so far from all help that It couldn’t help but take notice. It lingered between the graves, picking at her mind like a raven might pick at the bones of a dead carcass scattered across the highway. It chewed over what It saw there and shifted between lava, fire and anger to a spreading darkness creeping through the shadows as the taker of life itself. But none of those things fit quite right. It was a jigsaw piece turning itself to the right shape to fit her puzzle and then it clicked. She feared all the things laid at her feet and weighing on her shoulders, the pressure of looking after her Island, of being responsible for its care and growth. She feared failure, she feared failure and dooming her island to the black shadow creeping through the islands. In her mind an island burned and her family with it. In her mind were the words ‘the gods chose wrong’.

    All of those intangible through coalesced into a shape in her mind though, they were her father looming over her, embarrassing her in front of her people, telling her not to bring up the water, to stay clear of it, boats aflame and her people never leaving the island. That was what she feared. It grew from the shadows into the shape of a man with broad shoulders, dark hair and deep brown eyes. Geometric designs shifted against tanned flesh. The man loomed beyond the shadows and a long wooden torch flickered to life in front of It. The flickering burning flame illuminated parts of the body and obscured the face, making the whole imagine seem to flicker and wave in the heat. It looked like he was burning from the angle of it. A voice carried over the air.

    ”Moana…” It whispered as the ringing giggle of a thousand children, ”Moana?” The voice settled itself into a rich masculine tone identical to that of her father.
     
  3. Moana

    Moana Moana

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    The voice in the distance might have barely been above the gentle rustle of the wind in the hawthorn tree, but it hit Moana like a bolt from the blue and almost before she fully registered whose voice she was hearing, she was already on her feet.

    She knew that voice, of course, she did, how could she not? Almost every day since she arrived in Pandora, she had heard that voice in her head, saw his face in her dreams and maybe on the rare occasions she ever thought she caught fleeting glances of him looking at her from a distance, but he would always vanish when Moana blinked.

    Now, sleep was a long distance memory.

    As she kept body dipped low, and her head whipped around with for the source of the voice, this was an instinctual reaction more than anything else, her father always told her whenever she was in the wild and she felt threatened, it was essential to keep her body as small as possible and not to make any sudden movements

    Just in case she was being hunted.

    Eventually, her eyes were drawn to the bright flame standing out in the dark and the oh so familiar shape it illustrated….

    Moana didn’t move, for what seemed like the longest time, paralysed with shock her eyes growing wide and her mind racing

    “No, no it couldn’t be-...Could it?”

    “Father?!” Moana eventually called out to the figure taking a few tentative steps forward at last “Father is that you?”

    She could barely hear the sound of her voice over her racing heart
     
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  4. Robert Gray

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    Moana was right. She was being hunted. Though it wasn’t any creature or animal native to any recognisable universe or dimension that slithered Its way through the tombstones to greet her with the face of her father. Behind the orange flame of the torch bright yellow eyes watched the hope blossom in the girl, hope and worry. She worried that she disappointed this hulking great man, she worried that she let them down, all of them, all of her people. She feared the darkness eating its way across the island. She feared that the ocean had chosen wrong. She feared so many things and It was giddy with what to chose. So It lured her closer for now.

    ”Motunui was paradise, Moana…” It spoke with Chief Tui’s rich voice and moved forwards slowly, spilling the glowing torch out before It and enveloping her into the circle of light, ”Why would you want to go anywhere else?” The voice morphed into disappointment, laced with accusation beneath that, ”Why would you want to leave us?”

    His face was still concealed behind the torch fire itself but there was no mistaking the disappointed gentle shake of a head behind it. She had disappointed them, she had left and abandoned her role to chase after her dreams and while It could see there was burning hope in her heart, It could also see the darkness of self-doubt and fear of failure threatening to envelop and crush out that flame and that was what It sought to do now. Now it had her curiosity and her attention, now it had kindled that flame of hope and gotten close…it was time to crush it.

    The torch angled slightly out to the side to reveal he father in his entirety only he didn’t look right. Where there should be eyes there were glowing fiery sockets, when he spoke or opened his mouth there was fire from within. There was an ashy sooty darkness creeping up from the floor, from the shadows spilling out behind him that crept up his legs and looked as though the tendrils were strangling him.

    ”You shouldn’t have gone outside the reef.” It chastised her, mouth and eyes glowing with volcanic fire, ”Now look what you’ve done-” The voice distorted, dropping several octaves and jarring like a broken record. Look what you’ve done.
     
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  5. Moana

    Moana Moana

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    Despite herself, Mona couldn’t help but back track ever so slightly once her father started speaking, already taken aback by the surprise and sudden appearance of her father, she flinched noticeably like her father had raised her hand to her, she felt the implication in his words, and the shame that has plagued her mind since arriving in Pandora flooded right back as if it was lying in wait for Moana to be most vulnerable to doubt.

    Moana could only open her mouth up and down at the question like a gasping first her head reeling, “I-I. You know why dad. Te Fiti was coming! Coming for us all, You were afraid of going over the reef that you knew that was the only way to save us! I had to do it, dad, I had to! For your, for nana, for our island!” Moana cried back. Not sure if she was trying to convince herself or her father more, had she done the right thing? She had failed, and the Gods had sent her here to this place as a punishment. What if Nana was wrong? What if she wasn’t meant to do this? What if she let down her people and her family for no reason whatsoever?

    It was these thoughts that kept Moana up at night.

    “Dad….” Moana eventually drawled out taking a tentative step forward showing concern for her father’s odd behaviour “I know this is a lot to take it...like a lot. I don’t understand it all myself? But we’ve in another land, the Gods put us here, and it’s s-”

    Moana stopped, numb. Silent, her ragged breathing the only sound as she stared utterly dumbstuck, and slowly dawning horror overcame her as her father came into the light, the only thing preventing her from screaming was the fear that if she started she might not stop, she just looked at this….this...thing that infected her father’s body, like something out of her worse nightmares come to life…

    ...Did she do this?

    The thought entered her head and didn’t want to leave….She knew Diana spoke to her about coming from a nearby future, was this what happened to her father in the future? Because Of Moana’s actions?

    “No! No...This can’t be right
    Moana said shaking her head back and forth backing up rapidly her back against the tree truck pressing her body against it as if trying to push into it to get away from this nightmare version of her father

    “I didn’t-I couldn’t-I was trying to save…..Dad, I’m...I’m sorry! I wanted to save you!”
     
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    Whatever she’d been saying, whatever protests and defence of her behaviour was inconsequential to It. It wasn’t here to teach her moral lessons about her behaviour or her life choices, It was simply here to exploit them, frighten her, terrify her and then consume her once her flesh was salted by the taste of her own worst fears. She was backing away, denying it, reasoning that she had meant to save the man It now wore like a mask, Chief Tui with his eyesockets on fire, with the bright orange glow of embers burning pouring from his mouth with every word. Yes it could almost taste her fear already!

    Chief Tui lumbered forwards, with every step closer he brought the darkness with him, the choking, throttling tendrils around his feet like chains and weights pulled against him, reaching up to wrap around his arms. He stumbled, fell to one knee as the dark tendril of poisonous dark decay dragged him down by the arm. The torch he had held in his hand fell and rolled slightly to the side casting harsh flickering shadows against the eyeless face. Chief Tui began to scream and as his mouth opened, the sound cut out and lava poured out from within. It dribbled down his lips, cascaded down his chin and pooled onto the floor, singing and burning through the cemetery grass where it landed.

    Only it didn’t stop there. The lava continued to flow out of her father’s mouth until it was pouring like a volcano. Chief Tui’s body jittered like there was something inside trying to get out. Then a long red hot lava-like finger curled around his lips, a hand appeared from inside his mouth, glowing and blackened where the lava had cooled against the air. It pushed out of Tui’s mouth, forcing the flesh back, stretching the skin. The hand became a long arm that stuck straight up, like some terrifying lava demon were climbing up out of her fathers throat. The arm stretched and then bent at the elbow and a second followed it. Another hand and arm.

    Te Ka began to climb out of her fathers mouth until there was nothing left of him and only the growing, hulking fiery form of the demon bearing down upon Moana with great gaping maw opened as though It was coming to eat her whole...