1. Why would you make a good suitor for the ball?
I make spoiling my dates and having fun my number one priority. I can be either chivalrous and proper, or flirtatious and naughty, depending on which you'd prefer (and whether I can see some leg/underwear).
2. How would we spend the night, if you won?
Assuming from this question that I'd be taking the lead, we would most likely dance and/or drink until we're dizzy, then dance until we're even more dizzy, then spin around a little just to top it off. Then, if there's still time, we would find a pool or fountain to go skinny dipping in, and if there isn't either we would go skinny dipping anyway... somehow.
3. What sets you apart from everyone else?
I'm pretty sweet, if I do say so myself. And modest. ...I dunno what else.
4. WHY do you want to go to the ball with me?
Because if I were to go to an event, I would want to be absolutely sure that it's going to rock hard. Also, I can claim to adore Batty with absolute sincerity.
5. How would we end the night?
I imagine the hangovers would take care of that part. Er... or if that doesn't do it, it would have to be with a lovely, romantic moment under a beautiful full moon. ♥

It is dark outside. As it should be, because it is well past midnight. I walk through the house, preparing to retire, but a shadow in the window catches my eye. I turn to look, but nothing is there. It must be the emptiness of house getting to me. The house was huge, but I was all alone. My footsteps echoed across the tile, reverberating on the walls. There! I could have sworn I’d seen something creeping in the shadows. This is preposterous, nothing’s there. Yet, I have an uneasy feeling I can not shake. A floorboard creaks overhead serves to spur on this irrationality. I turn on an overhead light, and am greeted by my living room furniture. I breathe a small sigh of relief. I turn out the light and continue using my lamp. I am still for a moment, then a sudden chill comes over me. I decide to go directly to bed, It is late and I am starting to hallucinate. I climb the stairs and they quietly protest my weight. I am about to enter my room when I catch a glimpse of the hall mirror. With the light of the lamp, I certain I see a figure looming over me. I quickly turn around, but all I see is my empty hallway. Everything is in place like it should be, except for a floral vase that is floating 2 inches above it’s table. I run quickly into my room and turn the lock. I can hear it’s hollow moan from the other side of the door. I franticly search for a hiding place, and settle for the wardrobe. I blow out my lamp, maybe It can’t see me if there’s no light. I stood perfectly still and held my breath, praying that it wouldn’t find me. Silence, it’s as if the world has stopped. No moans to be heard, not even a peep from the world outside. I wait for what seems like hours anticipating something to break the silence. I then feel something winding up my legs, it chills my skin through my clothes. I do not dare utter a sound. It's to my torso now, I can not move, even if want to, It has it’s icy grip has a secure hold on me. When it is to my neck, all is still silent. In my head though I am screaming with pure terror. It is covering my head now. Then it tightens its’ total grip around me, and I feel it devouring my very essence. It is only now I scream, piercing the silence with my pain as my life slips away.[/QUOTE]

Batty was tired after another long day of working out. She had done everything she normally had done except her swimming, but that was because tonight was going to be special. She had read about a special lake that, if one were to swim in it on a full moon, at the right time, a wondrous thing would happen. So she was on her way to the lake, by car, and imagining all the wonderful things that could happen.

Batty arrived at the lake just before midnight. She parked the car and jumped out, throwing off her clothes and running straight for the lake, not worried at all if anyone else was watching. At the edge she did a graceful dive into the lake, and swam out toward the center. Once she reached there, she started floating on her back, staring at the full moon. All the things she had been thinking about as she drove danced in her mind, and she couldn't help but hope that maybe all of them might happen. However, a sharp stab of pain in her side darkened her current thoughts. She felt down and noticed that she had started bleeding, and wondered how that could have happened. She started carefully swimming back to shore when another sharp pain got her, this time in the leg. The bleeding was getting bad and she started getting dizzy. It was getting hard for her to keep her eyes open, and she was still far from the shore. Another pain hit her, on her arm, and the dizziness was finally enough to claim her senses.

Batty woke with a start. She was clothed, and sitting in her car at the lake. She wondered if it was just a dream as she got out of the car, but it was hard to stand because she was dizzy. She had bandages around the spots she had been bleeding from and she realized it was not just a dream. All around her car she was large paw prints, but she could not tell what animal they were from. As she got back in the car to drive home, she noticed it was just before dawn. She silently thanked whomever had saved her, and drove home thinking again on the wonderful things that might have happened at the lake.

___The sun was shining bright on the city. Birds in the background chirped a melody as a figure entered the town unnoticed. Despite the heat being near unbearable, it was easy to tell that it was wearing a large cloak, hiding its appearance completely. The aura about it was evil, spooky, mischievous, as though it was itching to cause some trouble for the town. The only question was who would be the target? Underneath the hood the covered the head, a large grin was seen growing on the figures face, and as it turned around a corner, the entire person disappeared.

___No one nearby had seem to take notice of the person, as they were all still working on being normal.


___A small group of people sat together in a park, talking and having fun. The outfits they had on were all unique. Three females were enjoying the beautiful July air. Lucid and Batty were the two main girls talking, the third by the name of Nightmare mainly just listening. She enjoyed her time watching them have fun. Though she knew them quite well, she was always really quiet. “There’s this really cool abandoned house outside town,” Lucid spoke, “I thought it’d be fun if we went there tonight! All three of us, and we could try and find some cool things there.” Nightmare upon hearing this turned her head back to them.
___“Alright, what time should we meet?” Batty responded to Lucid.
___“Saaaaaay … 8, that way it’s close to being dark out. We’ll meet out the house itself.” Her head turned to the quiet girl sitting close to them. “You going to come Nighty?”
___Night was silent, thinking it over. Something about going into an abandoned house got her uneasy. She had a habit of being over paranoid about things, but this was one thing she thought was good to be paranoid about. An abandoned, run-down house where so many things could go wrong was just something that Nightmare couldn’t let her friends do alone. Sighing softly, she gave her answer, “I suppose I could.” She tried to make it seem like nothing was bothering her. It seemed to work.

___Close to the girls, the hooded figure had appeared, listening in on their conversation. The grin appeared once again. “Those girls,” said the semi-deep voice from the figure, “they’re perfect to mess with.” Fading into the darkness of a tree, he disappeared to begin working on his plot for that night.

___Hours passed, and soon enough it was eight o’clock.

___Lucid was the first one to appear at the house. She wanted to make sure everything was set. Batty came not long after she arrived. The only thing they were waiting on now was Nightmare. Walking down the road to the house, she couldn’t help – with each step she took – feel more and more like something bad was about to happen. No matter how badly she tried to shake the feeling out of her, it got worse and worse. There was no way to get it out of her now when the house came into view, along with the two other girls. Sighing, she knew there was no backing down on this now. Approaching the two, Batty smiled. “Glad you could make it, Nighty.” With that, the three of them headed inside.

___The inside of the house was dark and covered in webs from spiders that had taken over the house. A few bats flew out when the door opened, making Batty happy to see some. The house was pretty big, which meant a lot to explore. The girls went separate ways to look at different things. Nightmare still stood by the door, worried, now knowing something was going to happen. She couldn’t figure out just what, though.

___The same hooded figure lingered in the house, waiting for one of the girls to be seen. As he moved through the house, it could be seen that the figure was more sliding across the ground. There was no sound of footsteps being made as he spotted Nightmare by the door. Another large grin crossed his face as he slowly began to approach her.

___Lucid and Batty were still unaware of anything happening, until a loud yell was heard from downstairs, since both had venture upstairs. The two ran back downstairs, meeting up with each other along the way. “Nighty-!” Batty said, but it was too late. Their quiet friend was no longer there, and the only thing that remained of the girl was a necklace where she stood …
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Roses are Red,
Black when painted by the Dead.
Violets wither Blue,
When held in comparison to You.

Queen of Halloween,
Is the crown you've claimed,
Goddess of the Nights,
Is your name by rights.

Writing spooky is hard,
When you dont spend time in a graveyard.
But the facts are true,
No one can hold a candle to you.

So we beg of you,
Let us succumb to you.
you see some fun in us,
and we'll play with you this game
until there is one,who will scream your name.

This is all in the name of fun,
even if this poem fails,
everyone has won.

It was just moments before the ball
All the avatars were ready
Not a Peep in the hall
All the masks were steady

As Saith held Batty's hand
He smiled happily at her
Not a single man in the land
Could be happy as he were

The clock struck time
The event would begin
So without missing a rhyme
Saith lead Batty in

Before they could see
What the ball had in store
A ghostly laughter of "tee hee hee"
Belted out in a roar

Then the lights went out
The rooms all pitch black
Through the darkness, there was no doubt
That they'd have to turn back

So Saith lead Batty to the car
Their hearts sunken deep
But before they could get very far
A voice...

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