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Aunecah_Skywalker Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 10/30/02 4:56pm Subject: A Lurking Demon in a Haunted House (Obi post-AotC vignette) [Halloween-related, obviously] - Date Edited: 10/30/02 5:25pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Aunecah_Skywalker
	Are you afraid? Then leave this place. In the spirit of Halloween, I have decided to write a short vignette that will be 'spooky.' Unfortunately, I have never written a horror story before, and this vig turned out to be not even remotely terrifying. If anything, it's stupid. But, since I spent so much time writing it, I'll post it in here. I am pretty sure the rating is PG - though I could be wrong. There is little violence, and no sexual 'stuff,' but we do have some scenes that might possibly scare young children Disclaimer (preliminary stuff to take care of): This is my creation that happens to use the convenient creations of GL. The only possible profit I might gain from this story is feedback posts, no credits. Author's Note (we're almost there): Italics - indicate thoughts or calls (you'll understand if you actually read the story). This is a story that revolves around Obi, and is from his POV, obviously. Summary (finally): Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, ten-year-old Anakin Skywalker, are sent to Alderaan. What happens when the young master finds his world turned upside down by a spooky holiday? Are you afraid? Then don't scroll down.
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Aunecah_Skywalker Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 10/30/02 5:00pm Subject: RE: A Lurking Demon in a Haunted House (vignette)
	Obi-Wan. I stood in the middle of a kindled cataclysm that was devouring the tomb, brown robes billowing behind me to an invisible gust that infuriated the raging fires all around me. The liquid flame crawled in to embrace the carcasses tainted with murk and dirt. Whispers of mournful hymns and funeral laments reached my ears, permeating my brain and disposing me in a land of corporeal mists of which I knew nothing of and could see through. If I were to stay an instant longer, I would never escape. But even if I were to escape, I could never leave. The flames boiled in a fresh spasm of energy, and I stood rooted the spot, mesmerized by the fiery fiend as it slithered athwart the ground behind my back, entombing me in this crypt. There was only one way to go. If I stayed here I was doomed, if I went down the forechosen path I was demented. No matter what I did or didn’t, I would become another corpse left to howl until the next tremor consumed me. I went down the path, flames spurting on either side of me with each of my step. I was walking down a path many entered before but none returned. A door stood closed before me, a mirror of the turmoil within the fire. A quiver shot up my spine with each step I took. A warning from the Force, a caution from my instincts, both of which were gone with the wind. Obi-Wan. I could not ignore the call. Shadows of the stone door swallowed me in a malignant spirit of hunger and thirst as I reached out for the doorknob— The door opened, striding away to show me darkness. Behind me raged a fire more beautiful than the Force. Before me laid a darkness more terrible than the void. Sometimes everyone did things they couldn’t explain, and I never would have believed I would be chained in the very same dungeon that I had scorned others for pulling themselves into. I stepped into the waiting embrace of the darkness, sending the door shut behind me with a gentle nudge through the Force. Night was the bane of light, the world of nightmares— I wasn’t supposed to be here. I had stepped into a corridor that was supposed to lead me to the room that I was staying in—not to a tomb. I had come to Alderaan with my young apprentice to negotiate an inconsequential trade disagreement. When the Viceroy asked me to stay for Halloween, I couldn’t refuse, not with a Padawan like Anakin begging me not to. It was a strange holiday that these Alderaanians celebrated, Halloween. It was by some strange coincidence that I was born on the very same night—“the night demons and devils of the dark took shape, and ghouls and ghosts of the past resurfaced.” That was how Anakin put it. He was young enough to still believe in these kind of nonsense holidays that had little purpose other than to spook children and irritate me, but I prayed to the Force every day that he was going to crawl out of that skin sometime soon. Obi-Wan. Neither my prayers nor my thoughts answered why I was in a tomb, locked in a room that nothing could penetrate save darkness. A deep, voiceless void began to grow in the pit of my stomach, sending up tendrils of wraiths down my nerves. A wet chill settled in my lungs, and my heart started to choke. Demons and devils of the dark took shape … ghouls and ghosts of the past resurfaced…. Demons and devils of the dark took shape … ghouls and ghosts of the past resurfaced…. Whispers emanated from the faceless walls of the cavern, tearing through the air to chant the words, imparting a subconscious pattern in my mind, leaving me in an almost hypnotic world. I chanted the words as if they were a mantra that would allow a specter to live again. Dimly, I was aware of the liquid fire slowly creeping into the room, rekindling with inexhaustible power and glory. The chantings were rising to a crescendo in a sinister voice that left no room for thought in my brain. The only thing I could do was continue intoning the mantra with them, and that is what I did. Obi-Wan. Thunders crackled from the flames, knifing through the darkness to ignite the walls all around. Faceless pyres caught on fire, disappearing in a tornado of dire smoke. And then I saw the ethos that had started long ago: The flames morphing themselves into the shape of a human. Demons and devils of the dark took shape … ghouls and ghosts of the past resurfaced…. I didn’t realize I had moved until I could move back no farther. A wall entrenched behind me, smiling in savage triumph that at last its sinister plan had succeeded. How many times did the wall smile? I did not know. How many more would die here? I couldn’t say. Obi-Wan. The Force could work miracles against the living. It refused to show itself against the dead. I was helpless, stranded, and completely alone in this dark world with my re-forming friend for a companion. Impossible … there is no such thing as a ghost. But how could I deny what my own eyes were seeing, what my own ears were hearing? Even as I watched two scarlet eyes fluttered open, and a wraith made out of fire, itself, stepped out of the flames, burning the ground wherever he went. Obi-Wan. I took another step closer until I couldn’t move except forward. He was coming to me. And I couldn’t go away from him. Ironic that this was the way I would meet my end. How ironic indeed; I had killed a Sith to die in the hands of a phantom. Bitter cold washed over me, leaving me shivering in its wake, despite the presence of the flames that suddenly transpired into a icy-blue glare. Obi-Wan. The specter was standing right before me, towering above me. I was too shocked to shriek in terror. Even if I weren’t, I wouldn’t have. I was a Jedi, and Jedi didn’t scream. The ghost leaned in close to me, as if it were trying to squint. Flames boiled into my nose, stifling my insides. The cold fire that was greedily consuming the outsides was in my very soul, tormenting me. A bong sounded deeply in the necropolis, reverberating until even the fire shook. Even before the bong’s voice echoed itself into silence, another bong sounded. And another. And another…. Eight … nine … ten…. The ghost opened its mouth— Eleven…. Twelve…. “Happy birthday, Obi-Wan.” “ What—?! ” “ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MASTER! ” The air was knocked out of my lungs as something hard and heavy crashed into me. The flames dissolving away into effulgence were a blur as I slammed down against the wall. My vision betrayed me and for a moment I saw nothing. Then, when my readjusted, I squinted at the demon that I had called. It was Qui-Gon, who was laughing so hard he was on all fours. Anakin had a big, wide grin on his face that showed all his teeth. My face darkened as I realized what a donkey I made out of myself. I knew if I were to see my own eyes, I would see a Hoth storm brewing in them. “You,” I said, clutching the young troll under my ward by his throat, “are … a lurking demon in this haunted house.” My apprentice then saw stars.
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Jedi_Suzuran Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 10/30/02 5:32pm Subject: RE: A Lurking Demon in a Haunted House (Obi post-AotC vignette) [Halloween-related, obviously]
	Aw, Aunecah, how sweet! Okay, I was supposed to be scared, but I liked the end. Nice vignette. -----signature----- FIGS Suzaé, Handmaiden of the Crest Su is like, the Den Mother of Perv -- Etessie For My Soul http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=9409845&replies=0 COMPLETE 5/26 ...as shadows claim my light.
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Aunecah_Skywalker Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 10/31/02 5:09am Subject: RE: A Lurking Demon in a Haunted House (Obi post-AotC vignette) [Halloween-related, obviously]
	Suzuran : Thanks. Well, like I said, the story didn't turn out to be in the horror genre. Aunecah
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Aunecah_Skywalker Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 10/31/02 2:24pm Subject: RE: A Lurking Demon in a Haunted House (Obi post-AotC vignette) [Halloween-related, obviously]
	Up.
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george_starwars Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 10/31/02 2:31pm Subject: RE: A Lurking Demon in a Haunted House (Obi post-AotC vignette) [Halloween-related, obviously]
	I kind of liked it! Correction: I really DID like it!!!! -----signature----- OPPM = and it makes me want to it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -------The Saga is Complete, May 19th------- Thanks George! It's been fun!
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Aunecah_Skywalker Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 10/31/02 7:11pm Subject: RE: A Lurking Demon in a Haunted House (Obi post-AotC vignette) [Halloween-related, obviously]
	george_starwars : I'm glad. Aunecah
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