Caption This (8th Dec)

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Caption this (24th November 2012) I love picture 2...

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I wasn't expecting Ryan to agree to allow me to posses his body so willingly. So when he said yes, I was ecstatic.

Why did I choose Ryan? Well I loved his paler complexion, his tiny ears, the way he wore his baseball cap in reverse. He had a really cute smile and well, he just looked more normal than me. He was more accepted in society than I was. I hated who I was. I was American, born American, but my parents were not. Which meant I didn’t look or sound American.

Ryan had let hundreds of guys do this to him over the weekend(s), with only one condition. During tests/ emams people who possessed him agreed to take the tests for him. He would never wear anyone elses body. That idea freaked him out. The thought of touching someone elses body really messed with his head. He considered it really weird that he would need to hold another guys cock to take a leak. Ryan was a obsessed with being clean, so even shaking hands with someone else meant he would need anti bacterial hand wash.

To get to be Ryan for 3 nights meant the world to me, I had conveniently told my parents that I would be away for the weekend so timing was perfect. At 3:30 pm as the rest of class left for the weekend; Ryan and myself stayed behind. Ryan instructed me to sit in the switching chair. The only switching chair known to exist and only Ryan knew how to use it.

Ryan then sat on my lap, directly in front of my. He told me exactly what to do, and I linked my arms under his pits. I noticed a smirkey expression on his face, at the time I thought nothing of it. He told me to pull myself into him as he pushed into me.

The experience was amazing I felt every part of my own body moving inside Ryans. It took only minutes and I began to look at my new form with amazement. I was thrilled. Then his mind began merging with my own. At that moment the thrill disappeared. Sure I had an amazing body for the next 3 nights, but over this weekend, Ryan had two 18 hour shifts at work to complete, now that I was Ryan, I would be working. Thanks Ryan I thought to myself.

The work its self was hard graft, manual labor, lifting heavy material. Not at all what I had planned. I spent a lot of my time trying to access the hidden part of Ryans memories and I eventually succeeded and managed to learn how to use the chair. I had a plan.

Once I returned to being myself I booked a weekend of activities involving all the things that Ryan would hate. And the following weekend I would lure Ryan into the chair and switch him into my body.

My plan worked but it turned out that Ryan preferred being me and he decided to never leave!

Caption This (24th Nov)

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Caption This (17th Nov)

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Life Sentence

“Mr Lawrenson you are hear by found guilty of fraudulent activity whilst claiming benefits over the last twelve months,” the Judge stated over the loud speaker system in the court room.

“You are here by sentenced to six months imprisonment in the body of a work-a-holic who works 60 plus hours a week and has a family to support.”

Let me start to explain. The prisons were full. The government needed to find a new way to punish people who were committing crimes. They had different levels of punishment based upon the severity of the crime. However, basically, they would be switched in to someone else's body for a set period of time. The bodies they switched into were usually less attractive and were normally the exact opposite of what they were. So if your crime was petty theft, you would be switched into someone who did a lot of charity work. They had no choice but to live their hosts life. It was all secretive. The public were unaware of what was going on as they had set up a select group of people who were forced to sign the official secrets act. The owners of the borrowed body were switched into anyone they desired and if chosen correctly they could live a temporary life of heaven and bliss. Bodies that were sent to “prison” were actually placed into storage chambers and taken out once a week during visiting hours. It was all part of the ploy of not telling the public.

Alex Lawrenson has been on state benefits for twelve months or more. He had a job previously but he became lazy with it as he worked mainly from home. It wasn't really his fault that he lost his job. This is because his family commitments had to be priority. He was quite fortunate that he had kept his job for so long. It was a really good job paying $4000 a month. But benefits had taken him down to $200 a month. He needed a job and fast, but due to the recession, there was nothing out there. It made more sense for him to stay on benefits than work. However, he had to find a way to make ends meet with Christmas fast approaching he needed money for his kids to get any presents. He had also been issued with a 12 month driving ban. He could no longer get his kids to school. 2012 had become the worst year of his life.

He took a cash in hand job but he was soon found out and that’s where he ended up in court and was issued with his sentence. Alex wasn't given any time to protest and was escorted to the chambers where he was strapped into a steel chair. The walk was around 200 yards and should of taken about 2 minutes to get there. Instead it took almost half an hour as Alex was kicking, screaming and shouting all the way. Now he was strapped down, there was no way he could escape and his fortune for the next 6 months was inevitable

Things didn’t get any better as his host walked into the room.
“No fucking way, No fucking chance your putting me into that body. No fucking way are you putting me into the body of a ginger freak. I’ll change, lock me up please I beg you. I cant be a ginger geek. I mean look at me, I’m a stunner, a scally, I fucking love myself. I’ve just had a bad year. Ill change, please, I cant be him.”

The doctors didn’t even blink, the host never said a word as he was strapped in to. The buttons were pressed and Alex was zapped out of his body and into his new temporary body. Stephan was his new name. All of a sudden, Alex had changed from the out of control scally he once was and placed into Stephan. Stephan had 3 kids and also struggled to make ends meet. But he coped and was on the straight and narrow.

Alex was now in full control of his new body and had no choice but to accept what he now was, who he now was. In control but unable to change or deviate from and of Stephan’s day to day activities. Stephan worked 60 hours a week, sometimes more as a satellite engineer. His partner did nothing around the house and Stephan’s life felt like hell compared to the life Alex previously had. The new Stephan was sent on his way, the doctors knowing that he could not deviate from Stephan’s life.

Stephan, now in the body of Alex, on the other hand had only 1 choice to make, where would he spend his next 6 months. He sure as hell didn’t want the life of Alex. Alex’s mind was already interfering with his own thought processes, he was beginning to feel the rage that Alex had left behind. Stephan chose the body and life of Siva Kaneswaran, one of the top 50 most attractive men of 2012. Stephan's transfer was instant and he was free to enjoy what Siva’s body and life had to offer.

A whole week had passed. And Alex’s first visitor had arrived. His body was taken out of stasis and awaited occupation by one of the clerks. However there was nobody available to take possession of Alex’s body due to sickness and holiday. Things were getting desperate and they were looking for volunteer’s.

Alex’s bad attitude had put many off and as a last resort I put my hand up and I was taken to the room where Alex’s body was sat there so peacefully. It simply looked asleep.

I sat down in the chair next to him and the buttons were pressed. I was instantly zapped into Alex’s body. I awoke moments later where I was instructed to dress in convicts clothes.

My experience only lasted an hour where I simply chatted to Alex’s future wife and kids. I felt Alex’s upset and rage, but I had to control it. I was taken back to the room and switched back. I was selected as Alex’s host for his 6 months of visitation rights, that meant approximately 24 hours as Alex over the next 6 months. I couldn't cope with that. Alex offered me more than what I had. I wished these hands were mine.

The next week, I arrived early. I watched every button that was pressed, I needed to know how to obtain Alex’s body from storage and switch myself into him. It looked easy and I memorized every sequence. Again, my experience only lasted an hour. But this time I wouldn't need to wait a whole week to return.

Later that day once everyone had gone home, I snuck back to the storage facility, and switched into Alex. I put my own body into storage and then left the sick note I had conveniently obtained from the doctors on my bosses desk. I knew Alex would now not be missed, as with me being off for the next 2 weeks, Alex would be left in storage. His visiting rights automatically removed whilst I was off sick as his host.

I spent every waking moment having a great time in Alex’s body. Sex on demand with the left hand or the right, depended what mood I was in. I also went to the clubs and enjoyed fun and sex with any thing that walked. Alex’s mind set had rubbed off on me, I was a bad ass boy now. Loving life to the max. Could I really return this body after only 2 weeks, how would they ever find me if I ran off and started a new life??? Hmmm………………………………..

Good Brother

I was just lying in bed, bored after another day of school, I wasn’t involved in any sports or anything, and so I just lay there listening to music. I was just shuffling through songs when my pants began to get a little stiff. I’m 14, and started puberty, so it just tended to pop up by itself from time to time… I sat up and adjusted myself, it was still a little awkward, but those pamphlets that they gave us in class said that we would soon be able to ‘control it’. I sighed as I locked my door and laid back down, playing with it a bit and my mind began to wander towards one of my older brother’s Mike. He was 18 and a senior in our school; typical jock, played all the sports, worked out, everyone crushing on him…

He was always really nice to me, and always said hi to me at school, and made sure that no one messed with me at school which was really nice, and I looked up to him and admired him.

I was still developing, so my body was a bit awkward and not everything was proportionate. I wished I could just skip past puberty already… I released another sigh and suddenly felt very light… Like I was floating. I looked down and I saw myself, “sleeping”? I could see my chest slowly rising and falling, so I figured it was just a dream and decided to explore the house. It was just me and Mike here and I decided to check what he was doing; I floated to his room and he didn’t seem to be doing anything, just sleeping. I slowly crept over and waved a hand in front of him, no response. I tried to poke him but my hand just passed through, and slowly I felt like I was being pulled inside of him, I could hear him moaning in his sleep, his body twisting and twirking every which way as it made room for me to come in. And finally with one final moan I was all the way in. I opened my eyes, I felt different, heavier, but in a more muscular kind of way… I sat up and looked down; I was wearing Mikey’s clothes! I raised a hand in front of my face, definitely Mike’s! I got so excited and I wanted to see what those hours at the gym did as I began to do some push-ups, and then lifted some of his weights.

I started to get sweaty so I took mine, or rather Mike’s clothes off until I was just in my underwear. I wanted to try on some of his clothes when I noticed his football bag. I smirked to myself and reached in, and I found his jock strap. I smiled again and slipped it on. I walked to the bathroom, and decided to try a few poses.

Fuck I was hot now! I tried a few more, and decided to take a picture with Mike’s phone.

Damn… I could feel a stirring in my borrowed crotch… I looked down and could see the fabric of the jock strap stretching. I smirked and grabbed the lotion from the bathroom before returning to Mike’s room, taking care to lock the door. I looked around and noticed that his computer was on. I went over and turned it on, then started the webcam. I put on a shirt, and some pants then turned on the camera. I lotioned up my hands and then reached into my pants, slowly lubing up my new cock, nice and slow… A low moan escaped from my throat. (Man, I can feel his voice booming from inside of him!) That turned me on a bit more and I slowly released the beast from its confinement and damn his cock was huge! I clicked “record” as I began stroking this monstrosity with both hands… My head rolled back as the pleasure increased, I had no understandable thoughts, as the pleasure from this was just too much, I just sat there and moaned, all the way gradually building speed, along with the pressure in my loins I bit my lip and moaned, I was fighting my hardest to keep from cumming, but the sensations were a bit too much and I could feel it building, pressing, pleading to escape. I let out one final moan and reached out a hand to catch my sperm.

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A sudden curiosity ran over me as I raised my hand to my lips and gave it a taste. Fucking delicious. I lapped up every last drop and just sat there panting... Enjoying the wonderful afterglow of that experience...

I ran a hand a long my defined abdomen, all the way up to my chiseled chest, twirking my nipples ever so slightly, I moaned again…

I looked to the camera again, "Damn Mike, you really are a good brother..." and with that I ended the recording opened up Mike's email, and sent it to myself, taking care to delete it from his "sent" box to get rid of the evidence...

Damn, today was a good day so far…

Caption This! (9th Nov)

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Seanday Reloaded: Wolf-boy

"Jake. I don't believe you," came the voice on the computer.

"I'm telling you it's not me!" Jake peered into the Skype camera and pulled a face.

"Prove it! Lets see you and Carter at the same time. You said he was there right?"

Jake pulled at his lip for a moment. "Yeah he's here, but I don't know where he is at the moment."

"A-ha! See I knew Carter was a suit, I know when you're lying to me." There was an air of satisfaction in their voice.

"Wait, look give me a couple of minutes let me see if I can find him. The party is crazy here, he's probably fixing himself a snack or something."

Caption This! (3rd Nov)

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The Rage Within

Darren stood for a moment and looked around the old house, certainly older than the others in the street. It was built in 1887; Victorian Second Empire apparently. Steeped in history he was told, a true fixer upper they said. Still he was grateful for his uncle who left it to him in his will. But as Darren looked at the photo from who knows when, even then its wooden frame, its dark aged slatted walls, sighed with the years.

It had sat unoccupied for a good five years before the will was read, due to Darren's uncle going missing. The investigation to find him had been thorough, but he was never found and the house had suffered from serious neglect in the meantime.

Darren decided that he would simply renovate the house and sell it; he had no interest in the family history. He started to move an old chest--one of the few remaining items in the house--and a photograph, paled and aged, dropped to the floor. He picked it up; it appeared to be a group of football players in a locker room. They where all holding up their fists proudly showing their championship rings. Darren remembered his uncle talking about the time the football team won the college tournament. He ran a finger across the faces, and smiled as he spotted his uncle; he hadn't seen him for almost twenty years now. He propped the photo on the chest and stood back wondering what cards fate had dealt his uncle.

The restoration was tough; he'd worked through the house room by room and was only half way done. He had only started working on the ground floor box room in the morning. It was a peculiar room with no windows and appeared to have no purpose. The wallpaper was dark and mottled with a pattern that seemed to shift if you stared at it too long.

Darren turned on the light and the switch crackled and sparked; the single bulb above his head flickered into life, then died. Darren mused that the electrics in the house appeared to have a mind of their own as he flicked the switch a couple more times before the bulb burst into life again.

As Darren stripped the wallpaper he quickly realised that it was concealing strange scrawls daubed on the walls. The markings appeared to interlock with each other; none of it made any sense to him. He continued ripping the paper from the walls and soon discovered a hollow space. He pulled at the boards and revealed a very large fireplace.

Suddenly, without warning the lights went out; not just in the box room but the whole house.

Darren scrambled around the floor to find his toolbox, and grabbed a torch. He flicked the switch. Nothing; shaking the torch didn't help either. He let out a sigh and felt his way around the room, knowing he'd have to go to the basement to check the fuses. In the hall an eerie orange light bathed the inside of the house, it was almost dusk outside.

In the kitchen Darren searched the cupboards for the candle he'd seen. Darren had no idea where it had come from but its squat body suggested it was old and well used; blobs of wax traced their way down its edges. Once lit, its warm yellow flame danced in the drafts of the old house.

The steps down to the basement were crooked and uneven. Darren's hand touched the walls: damp, rough bricks. The candle flickered, caught in a draft, and he held up a hand to protect the flame and stumbled down the last couple of steps. Darren fell to his knees and cursed as he dropped the candle; it went out as it rolled away. He fumbled around the floor in complete darkness and found the candle--flick, flick; the lighter finally lit and he touched it to the candles wick. The glow slowly illuminated the basement, and an eerie face with eyes like fire loomed up in front of him. He gasped and scuttled backwards; a sound, a crack from behind him and the lights came on again. He gasped and sighed, it was his own reflection staring back from a mirror propped up against a wall. Darren checked the fuses. They all appeared to be fine. "Crazy wiring" he mumbled under his breath.

As Darren slowly walked up the stairs of the basement he touched the walls; they were bone dry and smooth. He took a deep breath and shook his head.

He returned to the kitchen again and checked the torch. It still didn't work, but he remembered there was a small lantern in the trunk of the car. Outside, dusk was approaching and Darren wondered why he'd not been bugged by kids trick or treating; the large bowl of treats left by the porch remained untouched.

From the back of the car, Darren rummaged through the contents of the trunk and found the lantern. It flickered for a moment then shined bright; satisfied he turned it off again and walked back to the house. Tall fences erected by the neighbours cast deep shadows as the sun got low in the sky of the October evening. The path was long and narrow, and the once elegant trees were gnarled and dying. He glanced at the pumpkins: He'd only put them outside in the morning with some smiley faces carved into them, but their bright orange skins had aged. The fruit had sagged; browned and the cheery smiles transformed into grotesque sneers.

Darren turned on hearing a sound--a single child dressed in a cowboy costume. "Your pumpkins are evil," the cowboy said. Darren picked up the bowl of sweets and offered them to the child, but he saw a movement of shadows out of the corner of his eye and turned to see nothing. His gaze returned to the boy, who has been quickly joined by his mother. She glanced at Darren, fear in her eyes. She grabbed the arm of the child, and dragged him backwards. She said something into his ear, and his face screwed up and tears streamed from his eyes. A little shocked, Darren returned the sweets to the porch with a sigh.

The house seemed to groan as he opened the door and walked in. There was a weight in his step as he made his way back to the box room.

Inside the box room, he was grateful that the lights were still working as he glanced at the gaping throat of the fireplace. Darkness appeared to spill into the room from the opening as he went to investigate the discovery.

Cautiously he ran his hand around its interior; the outer surface appeared to be a heavy cast iron and was unusually large but the back appeared to be some other material. He used a claw hammer to tap around the surface and the back just crumbled. Using the claw of the hammer he pulled at the small hole he'd created.

It wasn't long before a hole large enough to crawl through had appeared. He switched on the lantern and held it up to the opening. He squinted into the receding darkness. It looked like another small room behind the fireplace.

He passed the lantern into the room and squeezed through the fireplace. The inside felt tight and oppressive, like a heavy weight bearing down on him. The light from the lamp dimmed and struggled to light any of the rooms corners.

He moved the lantern, tracing its interior; the walls where daubed with the same strange symbols. There was a black stain across one of the walls, and the light from the lantern reflected off its shiny surface. In the gloom Darren reached out and touched the stain. It was warm and sticky. As he pulled his finger away it clung and stretched out into long sinews, almost unwilling to release its grasp. Finally it relinquished its grip and snapped back; it bubbled a little as it returned to the wall.

He moved the lantern around the small space and jumped when he discovered a skeleton jammed into one of the corners. It was brown, almost charred; its surface ruptured with blemishes.

With more confidence he moved the lantern closer, inspecting it--with a gulp he recognised a championship ring on one of its fingers; Darren's memory snapped back to the picture, his uncle had one just the same as that.

Edging from the shadows, Darren noticed the black stain had moved, it was now hanging over the skeleton. The black substance blistered and dropped onto the skeleton's shoulder, more of it oozed over the bones and down the arm to the hand.

Darren jumped as the ooze-covered bones jerked. His eyes where fixed as it gained momentum and formed a tight bond to the bones. This time the whole arm shot out making a grab at Darren. Its grip was firm around Darren's wrist, but he pulled free and scrambled backwards through the opening in the wall, only pausing to glance back. The ooze had covered what was left of the skeleton completely, and it was moving in Darren's direction.

Outside, the light above Darren's head struggled to remain alight; it flashed spasmodically giving only snapshots of what was going on, like an old movie. He watched the fireplace intently as the creature emerged; its movements where awkward and unnatural, limbs bending in directions they shouldn't.

It stood, rolling its shoulders, gruesome cracks and snaps echoed around the room as it rose to its full height. It rocked its head, and ripples of crimson matted across its surface, it was changing its form. Darren blinked; it was his uncle, but something was wrong. It was the image of his uncle but from twenty years ago, the last time he'd seen him. He frowned: this couldn't be him, but he recognised the ring that glinted in the light.

It edged forward, and cautiously Darren took a step back.

"It's me boy," it said in a controlled voice. "There is nothing to be afraid of."

Darren glanced at the tools on the floor and snatched for a screwdriver.

It held up its hands. "Trust me son, I wouldn't hurt you," it smiled, its grin crammed with an unnatural number of teeth. Without warning it made a lunge at Darren, but he protected himself with the screwdriver, and it caught the creatures face. Scrambling backwards Darren watched the tear in its cheek; below was the same dark shiny substance from the smaller room.

The creatures eye's narrowed as it pulled at the loose flap of skin. "Stupid, and pointless," it sneered. "This form," it gestured at its body, "is just temporary. It's you I want as a permanent vessel."

Darren gasped and he took a step back, his eyes darted around the room and spotted the open toolbox on the floor. He raised the screwdriver, "I'm not FUCKING scared of you!" He edged towards the creature, and a grin peeled across its face. He made a lunge at it and pushed hard; surprised the creature stumbled backwards and tripped over the toolbox.

Darren turned and ran. He glanced left and right, and saw the front door ajar, and stormed towards it. Just out of reach, it slammed shut--he tried the handle but it was jammed and refused to budge. Behind him the creature, let out a deep throaty resonance of a growl.

The lights flickered again, and he bolted for the stairs. The creature grasped at Darren from the doorway but he side-stepped past, and as he raced up the stairs two at a time a angry roar echoed around the house.

Darren's eyes whipped between each of the doors, and he dived into the master bedroom, for it had a small balcony that sat above the garage: a possible escape.

Darren carefully closed the door, breathing heavily, gulping for air. He slid his head against the door but all he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears--then silence. Moments later he heard the front door open with a creak and then slam shut. Darren frowned as he concentrated on the sounds; a squeal and a thud, then silence again.

There was a shout from the stairs, "Darren?"

He gasped. It was his mother. "Mom?" He clapped his hand over his mouth.

"Darren where are you? I'm scared," she replied

He gulped, and listened. "Darren, I'm really scared. I think there is something in the house."

There was a scream, and something fell to the ground. "Mom?"

A quiet groan drifted up the stairs. "Darren, h-help me."

Darren bit his lip and edged towards the door. "Mom, where are you?" He whispered, there was silence apart from a gentle sob.

Darren looked over the banisters to the hall below, he saw what looked like his mom slumped against the wall. He quietly called her and she looked up with tears in her eyes. He cautiously edged down the stairs, but the tears of his mother were so strong he disregarded his own safety and helped her to her feet. She appeared shaken and bruised holding on to him tightly.

"S-Something grabbed at me," he held up a finger hushing her, and she continued in a low voice. "It was clawing at my arm but I struggled free!" She pointed a shaky finger at the box room, where a grey light bled from the room.

Darren knew it was foolhardy, but something tugged at him, telling him to return to the box room. He edged towards the darkness, his mother close behind him with a strong hand on his shoulder.

He slowly edged in; he felt the hand on his shoulder tighten even further. Looking around, it appeared that the light above his head was struggling as it flickered and dimmed only casting a small pool of light into the middle of the room.

He flicked the light switch a couple of times and for a moment, light flooded into the room; there was a figure crouched in the far corner. "William?" Darren's mother called from over Darren's shoulder.

It turned, its hand covered its cheek. "Yes, help me please," it begged. Darren's mother tried to push past but he held her back.

"Keep behind me," he said under his breath.

He watched carefully as it struggled to get to its feet; it traced the strange figures and shapes painted on the walls with its finger, "Trapped within these spells, trapped within these walls," it hissed, "I need you to escape the..." The room appeared to twist and flex; the symbols seemed to move on their own.

The creature made a lunge and Darren's arm instinctively swung out pushing his mother to safety. He was shocked as his mother almost flew out of the door, and he jumped as the door slammed behind him. The creature appeared weakened as it stumbled and fell to its knees.

It was still in the guise of Darren's uncle and looked up with a sneer of contempt on its face. "You will be mine," it croaked as it sprang to its feet, grabbing his shoulder. Darren screamed as heat seared through his body as it pushed its thumb into Darren's flesh. It blinked and it tipped its head. "Mine," it smiled

He gasped, and groaned as the heat started to burn, deep within the core of his body. Darren's eyes popped open, and he realised the creature had released its grip and taken a couple of steps backwards, not taking its eyes off him.

Darren screamed, deep within his very soul, and his whole body went into spasm, and his muscles tightened, locking him to the spot. Darren's vision blurred, and the light in the room took on a orange-like cast.

Beads of sweat poured down his face. Deep within Darren something wanted to escape, and his shoulders pulled back and his chest looked like it was going to explode. He let out an involuntary roar as something pulled itself out of his body.

Hot blistering flames licked around the new figure; now released, Darren brought his hands up to his face protecting himself from the heat and stumbled backwards crumpling to the floor.

The flaming-figure turned and looked at Darren, and he saw the same burning flames in its eyes as he did in his own reflection in the basement.

The creature backed away from the heat, but the flaming-figure only stepped closer.

The creature tried to escape past the flaming-figure, but it raised a hand and a ball of fire mushroomed from its hand blocking the creatures exit. Flinching from the heat, the creature darted the other way, and the flaming-figure gestured again and another ball of fire blasted past the creature; it was trapped with only the fireplace as sanctuary from the heat.

The creature slowly backed towards the gaping fireplace. Crouching it crawled back into the space, and without warning the flaming-figure pointed both hands at the creature and a thick stream of fire blasted into the fireplace, pushing the creature deep within the hidden room.

The flaming-figure continued throwing fireballs at the cast iron fireplace, which started to blister and bubble. It glowed red, then white, and sagged, sealing the opening.

The flames around the room quickly extinguished; Darren's eyes soon become used to the gloom again and he looked around expecting to see the room burnt to a crisp, but the only visible damage was the molten, misshapen fireplace.

The fierce heat from the figure quickly died. The figured turned, and Darren blinked. It was his uncle.

He held out a hand, but Darren pulled back. "It's OK, I'm the good guy honestly," he said. He took his hand, and pulled Darren to his feet. "Sorry about hitching a ride with you in the basement, like that creature," he nodded at the fireplace, "I was trapped in the basement and needed a lift to get out of there."

"B-But I thought that was you?" Darren stuttered

"Yeah, an old trick. It can't move around by itself, it needs to use something physical like a wall, a floor," he sighed, "or my skeleton."

With a gulp Darren reached out and touched his uncle, but his fingers almost passed through him, "Yup," he says, "that was me. The only way I could trap him in there was to use myself as bait."

"So what now?" Darren asked.

"The creature will be trapped in there for a while now, but this house cannot fall into the wrong hands," he rested a hand on Darren's chest. "You'll need to stay here and be the new guardian--my time is nearly up."

"But how?"

"It's all in the basement, you'll know where to find it."

Darren felt a warmth pass into his chest, "This will help you, it was passed to me; the power to protect the world."

The warmth subsided and Darren looked up at his uncle.

"It's up to you now boy. Do the family proud," he slowly faded, and vanished.

Darren jumped when his mother burst through the door, and hugged him.

"Oh Darren--I was so scared--the noises, the screams," she whispered

Darren held her close, as he considered the cards that fate had dealt him.

H20

By Gary Travis

Born under a last quarter moon your spirit monster is a vampire. A cool Edwardo type vampire – use sun screen and dig faster. You are a capable and ambitious man who can accomplish things that older, more experienced men can not do. Mostly because it’s a really dumb thing to do and may result in being chopped in half and your skin shaved away by a rusty cheese grater.

The paper had comically renamed todays tarot readings to “Horror”scopes and that’s what my horoscopes stated on today of all days October 31^st 2012. Halloween.. It was the last thing I needed as I was a man who was easily co-hersed person. As a cop who was only five years out of the academy I was only twenty-three. My pals often said my baby faced image was my let down as my attitude towards life and work was that of a much older man; this freaked me out more because of the horoscope reading I had just seen.

This season was always one of the worst for the emergency services, but the last five years had been fairly quiet for me at least and I was laughing it off. I had been warned though that there was a special moon phase that came about every five years and this season was going to be the worst one so far. I of course kept this in the back of my mind but I couldn’t for see any major problems.

This year though my watch for the evening a small town of Haddonfield, Illinoi. Michael Myers had caused many many problems over the years here. It was a very problematic town for Halloween. I was too young to remember any of the goings on, but I had heard the stories. The night should be pretty quiet since Michael was now dead and buried. The residents had had such a bad time of it over the years they had given up with the celebrations and locked and chained their doors and windows.

Cruising around, I hadn’t seen a single person on the streets. Of course there was the odd curtain flicker as folks heard my cruiser pass by and the odd cat roaming around. It was nearing mid night and I was so pleased that I had gotten away with it. That was until I saw I dark figure briskly walk past my cruiser, strangely all I saw was a black cape.

The figure turned around, and that’s when I realised who it was. I saw the mask that I had seen in the stories. It was un mistakably the mask of Michael Myer’s. I have to admit I was shitting my pants with fear. However, my youthful adrenaline got the better of me and I got out of my cruiser to follow the masked figure.

I wasn’t far behind him but he was fast. I began to ran as I heard screams from a house near by. I noticed the door was hanging off its hinges so I went in. I was very well prepared with my firearm out. Shouting “Is there any one there?”

No one replied, but I could hear noises, creaks from floor boards foot steps running up stairs. Suddenly there was a scream. It was a female scream. I quickly ran upstairs to find corpses thrown everywhere. There was also a sea of red trailing on all surfaces. I heard a noise from behind me and I didn’t even get the chance to turn around before my face was smothered. A quick glimpse revealed a white mask. That was all I knew before I fell to the floor.

At that point I was in so much pain, I heard and felt my bones cracking but also I felt like I was being drained away from my own body. It was almost a sucking feeling . Soon there was nothing. An emptiness. I felt like I was moving and a familiar voice began to talk to me.

It said “I think I have been quite lucky, landing myself a cop without any suspicion, all I need to say is the convict got away, and to a certain extent he has. I am by no means an evil person, or at least I wasn’t two years ago when I was trapped inside the mask that you are now in. And from what I can see from your memories that are currently flooding into my head your not a bad person either. It was hard for me to do what I did, but after two years being trapped inside that mask and knowing the only way for me to get out was kill 10 people and then place this mask on the eleventh body I saw. This mask is indestructible and will not disappear for the next two years. Resurface on Halloween 2014. You will be n a solid form but its not a human body as you know it.

There is plenty of time to think about what you want to do and in two years you will have few choices. 1. Kill yourself, curse yourself to being trapped in the mask for another 2 years. 2. Do Nothing, again cursing yourself to two more years trapped in the mask. 3. DO what I did and many more before me, kill ten, obtain eleventh. Do not get caught during your killing spree or again be cursed..

I am going to enjoy being you, and thank you, oh and by the way no point trying to get your own body back in two years. You can not own your own body ever again, its immune to the mask and its killing spree.

Thanks, sorry, bye…