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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 12, 2007 18:25:45 GMT -5
Stevie was simply walking. He did not have any specific place he wanted to go, but he was definitely fine with wandering. He figured he had to get some time to get to know this place, inside out. And he was determined to do that, so he forgot completely about the guitar.
Though, in his pocket, was a bulge. No, not Floyd. Floyd was fast asleep in his other pocket. In this, it contained a book. More specifically, a book about Hogwarts' history. He had finished it, but he carried it around until it was due. He never really figured out why people turned perfectly good books early, some had a lot of useful information...
If you were to ask Stevie, he would say this year, so far, was a lot more boring than from back then. A LOT. Stevie would give anything for some excitement here. Sure, magic was really cool. But, you get used to it after a while, which is why he was reading up about th past. The Chamber of Secrets, that Triwizard tournament... Those were exciting. But, of course, as always in Stevie's life, things have changed, the school has become a lot safer, and with it, more boring. Of course, Stevie wasn't too keen about getting hurt. Magic was still fun, but it was the same old routine. Every day. Every week. All the time. Go here, go there, go places until you eat and return to common room. Sleep, rinse, and repeat. If there was just something to break the normal same-old same-old, than it would be a Godsend to Stevie.
Which was why he was out here. One could say Stevie was looking for trouble. Who knows, that may just be true. If the trouble causes excitement. Though, in the future, he may think that he was being stupid. But that was now the present. The only boundary he set for himself was the school boundaries. Everywhere else was fair game. And he planned to make a mental map of this whole place.
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Post by Narrator on Dec 15, 2007 13:24:09 GMT -5
Stevie explored the castle for a good while, encountering interesting paintings along the way. Most waved hello, or bowed, took of caps and bid him a good day. Suits of armor of all kinds watched him walk by on occassion and staircases moved before him, sending him on a meandering adventure throughout the castle.
After a while, the fine hairs on his neck prickled and rose as he got the distinct feeling that he wasn't alone...
The large Hall was empty but he felt like...like he was being watched?
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 15, 2007 15:12:09 GMT -5
Stevie stopped, fairly abruptly. He got this weird feeling... He faced forward, not daring to turn until he had a reason to, and this feeling gave him all the more reason not to turn.
"...Hello?" He asked, pausing for a bit, "Is anyone here?" He laughed nervously in his head. Of course there was nothing. Duh. Why would something, or someone, be following him? He thought of his book, and the many times where, in fact, people were being followed, or something of the like. Then, he recalled the basilisk. He thought it was dead. He had to think of something quick, and just turn. Ever since he started reading about the basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets, he had been carrying a small magnifying glass he found. He closed his eyes, whipped it out, turning around, attempting to pass it off as a Sherlock Holmes type thing. He opened his eyes...
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Post by Narrator on Dec 15, 2007 15:57:27 GMT -5
Stevie whirled around to look behind him, looking down the Hall through the magnifying glass. Something moved at the end of the Hall, hiding quickly around the corner.
It was colder in the Hallway now. Something felt strange...and not in a good sense.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 15, 2007 16:09:53 GMT -5
Stevie stood in half shock, half interest. But, as Stevie always is, his curiosity got the best of him. he just hoped this wouldn't end up like the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat', in this case, the Stevie.
"Hellooo... I saw you, you know." He took a few steps forward, still being careful. He wanted to just run, sprint back to wherever he could... He thought he'd save that for later. Later, being if the person was definitely not one of Stevie's friends. Though, just in case, he was still looking out of the magnifying glass. He shivered slightly at the cold. If there was one thing and one thing only he hated, other than some Slytherins, it was cold.
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Post by Narrator on Dec 15, 2007 16:17:04 GMT -5
As Stevie walked down the Hall, the feeling returned and a voice echoed down the Hall, Stevie's hair standing up on end again, a chill running down his spine.
"Oh, Stevie...a little lost, aren't we? You should be careful..."
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 15, 2007 16:20:09 GMT -5
"... Who are you? And how do you know my name? And why are you following me?" He was about to ask more questions, but decided to stop. If he had learned anything from scary movies, it was never, ever ask too many questions. It either ends up in a mystery or death. Both of which did not seem very fun to Stevie.
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Post by Narrator on Dec 16, 2007 0:22:04 GMT -5
There was a laugh that echoed throughout the Hall. It died and was eerily quiet for a few moments until the voice came in a good dozen feet behind Stevie again.
"Oh, I know a lot about you Stevie Copeland. We have a lot in common you know, although you'd never know it..."
The voice had a strange otherworldly quality to it thta left a disturbing and unsettling feeling in Stevie's gut.
"For starters, we're Gryffindor's. And..."
The voice traveled closer still, the chill getting colder and more unbearable as Stevie could feel something close by behind him. As the person spoke, almost whispering in Stevie's ear he felt no breath upon his neck.
"You're sleeping in my bed..."
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 16, 2007 0:26:19 GMT -5
Stevie whipped around, still staring at the person... Thing... Whatever... Through his magnifying glass.
"Nuh-uh." He said, in a 'prove it' sort of tone. Of course he said it. He's Stevie. He does these sort of things. They're only to lighten his own mood, and escape the fearfulness, if only for a second. Maybe two.
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Post by Narrator on Dec 16, 2007 0:55:10 GMT -5
There was no one there when STevie turned around. Nothing but an icy chill.
The voice returned from behind him again.
"Last bed, by the window overlooking the lake. Right post by the foot of the bed is broken so sitting on the edge is a bad idea. Comfy though."
It was true.
"As a matter of fact...you're standing on a peculiar spot, Stevie."
The voice spoke in a dreadful whisper.
"I died right here."
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 16, 2007 1:17:06 GMT -5
Stevie took a few steps to the side, he was getting creeped out, now.
"... Who are you?" He shivered slightly, "And why is it so cold?" He was now against a wall, looking around still through the magnifying glass, and seeing nothing. Stevie was looking for trouble. He thought he got it. And more. He was about done with excitement for a few weeks; but he wasn't so sure that the excitement was done with him.
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Post by Narrator on Dec 16, 2007 1:21:20 GMT -5
As Stevie took a few steps to the side, the voice fell quiet. When he leaned up against the wall, it felt as though he submerged his feet into a bucket of ice water, all the way up to his ankles.
There was something on the ground.
And he was stepping in it.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 16, 2007 1:25:38 GMT -5
"OH my god." He said, jumping back to where he was before. But, he remembered that it was where the thing died. That wasn't good. So, he took another couple steps out, into the hall. The thing he noticed most, was the thing didn't answer his questions. If he just knew the questions... Then it would be fine. Well, kind of. Maybe. No. Well, at least he'd know more so he could search the library or something.
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Post by Narrator on Dec 16, 2007 1:30:46 GMT -5
As Stevie took a few steps back away from the wall, he could see the thing sprawled out across the floor; the body of a young man, roughly eighteen, nineteen years old. He wore a goofy grin, even though his wide eyes looked up to Stevie. His cold, dead eyes.
It was a ghost.
That guy was dead and looking right at Stevie.
"Boo."
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 16, 2007 1:34:49 GMT -5
Stevie just stared at him. He just stared. he didn't move, do anything, it didn't even seem like he was breathing much. It all clicked with the 'boo'. He was dead. He was staring into the cold, dead eyes of a dead person. The dead person who was on the floor. The same dead person whose death spot he was standing on a minute ago, and the same dead person who was stepped on himself by Stevie. The weird thing is, Stevie wasn't really scared. He just sorta felt... Nothing. Like a shock of numb. So, he figured he'd respond with something.
"...Boo..." He replied, still not really feeling much, though realization had dawned upon him.
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