Tyroq

Hey everypony, it's October and Halloween is coming up fast! I wanted to start a thread where we can share ghost stories, or other creepy paranormal stories appropriate to the season. Just remember the forum rules, keep them clean, and please only post your own stories, not someone else's work. So I'd like to open this up with a sorta long one I wrote yesterday for another forum. Don't balk at the length, I promise you it'll be worth reading. ------------------------------- The Children in the Mirror A Paranormal Story by Tyroq They say the eyes are the window of the soul, but what happens if that window becomes a door? A few years back, when I was just a kid, my family moved into a big old house in the country. It was quiet and remote, the perfect place for my dad to do his studying. The grounds were beautiful, covered in many huge and ancient trees. It was like something out of a storybook, well, so I thought. Our first couple of nights in the house were uneventful. We hadn't even unpacked yet. The big house was exciting and mysterious, someplace new to explore and have all sorts of fun. It was a bit spooky at night, but that's to be expected in a place like that. I wasn't scared really, though I did keep my slingshot in my sleeping bag. You know, just in case. On the third night, however, was when things started happening. We'd been busy unpacking the whole time and by the time the sun went down on that third night we had a lot of our stuff up around the house. Well, I was on my way to the bathroom and I passed a big old mirror my mom had set up in the hall. Nothing out of the ordinary, I walked by, and so did my reflection. But something made me stop and do a double take. Backing up, I looked into the mirror, gazing at myself behind the glass. Something was wrong, there was a look of surprise on my reflection's face, almost as if I did not expect to see myself, which is of course ridiculous. Stranger still though I felt a wave of anger overcome me as I saw myself, though I couldn't tell why. I stared at the thing for several minutes, trying to make sense of it, and looking to see what else might have caught my attention, but I couldn't tell. Finally, I was just turning to head on to the bathroom when I saw it again. A little flicker of movement behind me and in the corner. Whirling around I looked, but there was nothing there. Puzzled, I turned back to the mirror. There, by the wall, half hidden behind my reflection was a girl. She was short, skinny and had long locks of golden hair. From her appearance I guessed she was about eight years old. Whirling around again I looked where she was standing, but she wasn't there. This was wierd, very wierd. I turned back to the mirror, sure enough she was still behind me, but whenever I turned to look I couldn't see her. She just stood there, looking at me with sad eyes, and I couldn't help but feel she was just a reflection, an afterimage of someone who had once been but was no longer, like a photograph of your great grandmother when she was a child. I was very disturbed by this event, but of course I dared not tell my parents. They'd either think I was playing one of my silly games, or if they actually did believe me then they'd probably have me examined. I don't know about you, but doctor's offices give me the creeps, so I kept quiet on the whole thing. But that didn't stop me from passing by that mirror again the next night, looking for any sign of the strange girl. I was an insatiably curious boy, and spooky or not, something like this deserved further investigation. And so it was that on our fourth night in that house I passed the mirror again, and once again saw the strange girl. She was half hidden behind my reflection, as if using me for protection, like a child will sometimes hide behind her mother's skirt when talking to strangers. Looking down then I noticed something even stranger. The girl was holding my hand in the reflection, as if she knew me, but I did not know her. Then my reflection did something, completely of its own accord. He smiled. I felt a scowl creep across my own face, though I didn't know why. It was like watching a video of yourself, but you can't remember what it is you're doing. It really unnerved me though that my reflection should decide to act on his own. This was too much, I turned and bolted down the hallway spooked out of my wits. Needless to say I didn't sleep well that night. The next day I avoided the mirror, yes it was still a curious thing I wanted to investigate, but since I saw myself do something I wasn't even doing it made me very leery of going near that thing again. I just took it easy around the house, helping with the last of the unpacking, and spending my time getting my new bedroom in order. I did not go near the mirror. On the night of the sixth day though, I found myself unavoidably drawn to the mirror once more. It had been raining outside, and after spending the whole day indoors my curiosity had gotten the better of me once again. And so it was that at 9 o'clock that night, I stood in the empty hallway staring into the mirror. Outside the rain beat against the window at the end of the hall, reflecting in its own way the pounding of my heart. As I stared into the mirror I saw the girl peek out from behind me again. But she wasn't smiling now. Her face was red, and her eyes puffy. She'd been crying. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something to her, but then I stopped. How could I? She's just a reflection after all, how can I talk to someone who's not really here? Then I looked up at my own face in the mirror and saw a strange sadness reflected there in my eyes. My own reflection had been crying too, perhaps. I wondered what could bother them both so much. Stepping closer I tried to look deeper into the mirror to see if there was anything else going on in there. Then something stranger still caught my attention. I stood now at an angle to the mirror and looked down the reflected hall. The window at the end of the hall in the mirror was still, and it was dry. Frowning I looked at the window in my own hall, it was still soaked from the rain. Then I looked back into the mirror. The window there was dry. This was mind boggling. I felt a chill run down my back and stepped away from the mirror. It was like somehow, the mirror was a different world altogether. Somehow, I was gazing into a different reality... I wanted to run from the mirror, go back up and hide in my room, but something kept me rooted to the spot. All the fear pounding through me could not convince my legs to move. Somehow this mirror was a window to another reality, and the me in that reflection was not me at all. It was eerie, looking at myself, knowing that the mind behind those familiar eyes was actually a stranger. It took all my concentration, but I willed myself to look away, to look at reality and not that unnatural reflections. Taking a deep breath to calm myself I looked around at the elegant beauty of the old house. Suddenly there was a crash and I felt the floor shake. Catching my breath I turned back to look at the mirror. That was a mistake. I shouldn't have looked back, not at all. Too late now though. Too late for everything... Across the mirror there was a crack, spreading out in several directions from a central impact spot. My eyes were drawn to the crack, and as I looked a sudden flashback appeared in my mind. I was sitting on a hill, in summer, by some trees. It was beautiful and calm. There was someone with me. I turned to look, and it was the girl. She sat beside me, giggling about something. A feeling of happiness overcame me and I smiled. Then the image faded and I was back in the hallway again, staring into the mirror that bridged reality. It was then that I noticed my reflection moving, raising his hand. And in his hand was a hammer. I felt my heart skip a beat as he raised the hammer. I wanted to call out for him to stop, but words failed me. I could only watch in horror as he brought it down on the glass with a resounding crack. The entire house shook around me, and I was nearly thrown from my feet. At the end of the hall the window shattered, letting a torrent of rain water in. I felt the cold air touch my face, and it brought me to my senses. Looking back at the mirror once more I saw the damage was now extensive. The crack now split the mirror in half, and like tendrils reaching out the crack spread out across the glass. As I looked at it another flashback hit me, this one more powerful than the last. I was standing in the kitchen of our old house, my hands clenched around the girl's neck. She was choking, terror in her eyes. I was angry, so very angry. She had done something. She had gone into my room, opened my strong box and gone through my personal things. Oh why were sisters such bothersome creatures!? I'd teach her to snoop where she didn't belong. I'd.... Snapping out of it I staggered back and hit the wall behind me, realizing that my hands had been clenched into fists. That was it, that girl in the mirror. She was my sister. Something had happened though, something to make me angry at her and hurt her. Now she was locked in an enchanted mirror and I stood alone in this strange house, the rain blowing in from the broken window, and a feeling of great loss taking over my soul. Another crash came from the mirror, and again the entire house trembled. My mirror self had struck the glass once more with his hammer, and now the image was almost entirely obscured. The crack covered nearly the entire mirror, and as I gazed at it, one more flashback struck me, this one with such force I felt myself falling to the floor but could do nothing to stop it as the memory overcame me. I was standing in the living room of our old house, staring at a mirror. This mirror in fact! Glancing down to my side I saw my sister standing there, her neck was bandaged, but she seemed alright. She held my hand, a look of encouragement on her face. Taking a deep breath, I turned to the mirror and gazed into the eyes of my reflection. My eyes, which were creased in a frown. And as I watched, I stared, gazing deep as if into my own soul and it was as if a door had opened. The eyes in the reflection became angry, flashing with rage as my emotions poured into the reflection, and then I felt a strange sense of relief. As if a great burden had just been lifted from me, and the feeling of connection to it diminished, like the door was closing again. My reflection gnashed his teeth at me one last time, then faded to normal, and there I stood, hand in hand with my sister. I felt happy, unburdened, free. I glanced down at her and smiled, and she smiled back, then I looked back at the mirror. It was good, all was normal now. But as I was turning to leave, my reflection winked at me, as if to say it wasn't quite over. Opening my eyes, the flashback over once more, I looked up at the horrid mirror on the wall. The floor around me was soaked now from rainwater pouring in, and I couldn't help but wonder why my parents hadn't come down to see what was going on. Then I realized, they couldn't. I was dizzy, and it was a struggle to get to my feet, but now I realized what was going on. Now I knew what was happening. My survival instincts screamed at me to do something. But what could I do? My mirror self was destroying the only link between us. I looked down at my hands one more time, the hands that had almost killed my sister, and I sighed. It was right. This was how it should end. Looking at the last undamaged section of the mirror, I searched for anything I could see in it. A pair of eyes appeared before me. My sister. She stood there, tears on her cheeks, and as she cried the rain outside poured. I knew, she was causing the rain. Because my world wasn't real. My world was the one in the mirror. It wasn't my mirror self that was the evil one, it was me. I was the part of my real self's heart that had reacted in rage and tried to hurt my sister. I was the part that had been locked away in the mirror. And that was why my parents couldn't come to me. They weren't real, the ones here that I thought were real were just reflections of my real parents, safely with me and my sister in the real world. I knew it now. And as I watched, my real self on the other side swung the hammer one last time, shattering the mirror into fragments. And as it broke, the house shattered around me, the rain poured in, and I was swept away into darkness. But I took comfort as the last of my reality was swept away, comfort in the fact that the final look in my sister's eyes was one of forgiveness. ------------------------------------------ Bump! Hope that's ok, it's just that threads that fall below the bottom of the page seldom get viewed or responded to since most people don't even know they're there. Especially new members. And with only two weeks left until Halloween, I think now is the perfect time for people to post ghost stories. I want to hear yours! If you've got a spooky tale or story to share with us, please do! 'Tis the season to get scared out of your wits, after all!

Well, tv.blinx has links to all episodes, typically through Megavideo. If you'd prefer high quality, unlimited, fully legal episodes then Netflix has just about all of them available for instant streaming from Season 1 (2005) though season 5. There's still a bit of a delay for them to get the newest seasons though, so the other might be your only shot if you don't want to wait.

Things I like about Matt Smith's Doctor: 1. The music of the intro. It is just more upbeat and exciting than it ever used to be. I listen to it and I just feel like the episode is going to be amazing. 2. Amy Pond. She's a hot redheaded Irish girl. What's not to love? 3. Continuation of the Weeping Angels and the unfolding story of his relation to Dr. River Song, which is very cool, if a bit weird. 4. Plastic Rory. I mean come on, the guy died, was reincarnated (sorta) by the Nestine as a plastic soldier, broke their hold over him, and dedicated his life for thousands of years to guarding the Doctor's prison, and helped rescue Amy, then got to marry her. I mean holy crap that's pretty impressive. Even if he is a dork. 5. The Silence. I gotta admit these guys are creepy. The ability to make you forget them as soon as you look away. That's a page right out of Sun Tzu's Art of War. If you are unknown, you have a distinct advantage over your enemy. You can gather your intel while he does not know of you, and you can take control while he is not even aware it is happening. Things I like about David Tennant. Ugh, where to begin? 1. His voice and ability to sound like so many things. Especially when he switched into Scottish mode when talking to Queen Victoria. 2. Rose Tyler. Sorry, I know some folks don't like her, but dayum she was a lot of fun, and fun to look at as well. 3. Wibbly Wobbly... you know. 4. The origin of the Weeping Angels and the River Song story. 5. His conflict with the Master 6. And the best season closing episode arc ever: Turn Left, The Stolen Earth, and Journey's End. Probably the only scene in Doctor Who that ever came close to bringing me to tears, was at the end of Journey's End, when the Doctor and all of his faithful friends were in the TARDIS together, towing the earth back to where it belonged. For those of you who don't know about the Doctor's long history, and the loss of Gallifray, this scene won't mean as much. But to those who do know, the Doctor is a man so alone, experiencing the entire universe, all of time and space, with no home, no family, and friends that can never stay with him. He operates the TARDIS by himself, but the TARDIS was never meant for that. It was meant to be operated by a full crew. And in this episode, for the first time ever, he had a full crew. All the people who's lives he's impacted, past companions, friends, they were all there to fly it with him and bring the earth home. For me that was the most epic moment in the entirety of Doctor Who.

I doubt anything. The the episodes with The Library (season 4) Dr. River Song said he was younger than she'd ever seen him, which means in the future he will be getting older (apparently). Also, as we know from Time Lord history, there is apparently a limit of 13 regenerations for any Time Lord. So as the Doctor is already in his 11th incarnation, we can be fairly certain he won't have a lot longer to live, unless something happens to change that.

Strategy games were always my go-to. I love the Civilization series, Alpha Centauri, Starcraft, Age of Empires, all of that. I don't always do well in shooters, but give me a map and an army and I can usually punish someone pretty bad. Alternatively RPGs are awesome. And especially MMOs. Is anyone else here looking forward to the upcoming release of The Old Republic? It's gonna be The Best Thing Ever!

Love Doctor Who. I started with Christopher Eccleston, but David Tennant quickly became my favorite. Matt Smith's "Bow ties are cool" line always cracked me up. But he still hasn't managed to pass David yet IMO. On another note, for those of you who started with Matt Smith, you really REALLY need to go back and at the very least watch the season 3 episode Blink. It's the origin of the Weeping Angels. Very good stuff there. And if you started with Matt, you missed it.

At least post enough to get out of the Blank Flanks, Jim. A brony of your importance needs a bit more dignity. Anyway, welcome and hope to see you around a bit.

Well, Guten Morgen Laz0r. Welcome to the forums! Always glad to see more bronies across the pond. I hope you have a good time here.

Well, somebody's gotta balance out against Discord. Life without Order is just.... crazy!

A calender is something you can look at and say to yourself, "Hmm, looks like somebody's having a birthday. Good for them." A thread is something you can post on, link pictures and videos with, and give the birthday person well wishes. Tell them, "Happy birthday!" and be sociable about it. So I say bravo, my fellow bronies. And happy birthday Discordian. Cake all around!

Eh, maybe so. But it just seems like too much of the furries to me. If you know what I mean... I don't mind shipping. Cause that's keeping it in the world of Equestria. Ponies dating ponies and so on. That's perfectly fine. But when people make saucy pictures of ponies that are meant to arouse humans who see them... well that's just a bit wrong I think. I'd rather go look at actual girls for that sort of thing, than depictions of animals (however adorable) looking like that. To quote from the great Galaxy Quest, "Oh, that's not right!"

I didn't want to either, when I was a kid. I remember I used to wish that I could hit 17, then magically revert to 14 and go through it all again. I loved high school. Had good grades, great friends, even a part time job, so I had lots of cash too. It was just a wonderful time in my life. Those were also the years that I learned to fly, as well as drive. And that was when the original Halo came out too. Oh man the Xbox parties we used to have. I never wanted it to end... But life goes on, whether you want it to or not. And I found that growing up isn't such a bad thing. I've got my own place, my own car, a very nice job, and plenty of time and money to sink into games, and ponies. All I need to complete it now is to start a family of my own. But again, all things in their time.

Yeah I was kinda surprised to see some of the saucier stuff from Ponibooru posted on EQD lately. I guess it's getting more popular among some circles. Personally I can't imagine getting off on ponies. It'd be like Star Wars nerds getting turned on over Ewoks. They're cute and adorable, but not for that kind of thing. Not at all.

Fluttershy's pet rabbit Angel is rather unique. Which makes me wonder, How do you catch a unique rabbit? ~Unique up on it of course! And why do ponies have such big nostrils? ~Because they have hooves! You try picking your nose without fingers, see how easy that is...