Reading can be torture.

Mime flips through Lord of the Flies, scanning through it. His thumb catches a page, and he begins reading.

"There isn't anyone to help you. Only me. And I'm the Beast. . . . Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! . . . You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are the way they are?"

Mime dropped the book. If he was afraid of only this simple book, he could only imagine the terror of reading something else scarier. He shakes at the thought. He glances over at Disco Bear thumbing through The Picture of Dorian Gray:

"If this girl can give a soul to those who have lived without one, if she can create the sense of beauty in people whose lives have been sordid and ugly, if she can strip them of their selfishness and lend them tears for sorrows that are not their own, she is worthy of all your adoration, worthy of the adoration of the world. This marriage is quite right. I did not think so at first, but I admit it now. The gods made Sibyl Vane for you. Without her you are incomplete."

Disco tossed the book aside. He grunted, "Gays never make good books." He turned to face Cuddles, who was eagerly scanning Frankenstein. "Yo, Cuddles, why do we have to read all these horror stories?"

As Cuddles lifts his head to speak, Giggles butts in. "Disco, we are reading for 'Scare to Care'."

Disco looks at Giggles like he's insane. "Scare to Care?"

Giggles sighs. "It is a fund raiser for the Happy Tree Land Disaster Recovery Agency where people read horror books. For every horror book they read, an acorn is donated."

Disco rolls his eyes, "Anything for the children."

"Disco, even Flaky and Lumpy are in the spirit. If you aren't going to contribute, you can leave town for a few days." Giggles barks.

Disco throws up his hands with a cocky smile. "As it's you giving orders, I'll read the damn book." He walks over and picks his book up again. Disco mumbles under his breath, "I hate fiction anyway."

Sniffles lifts his head from his book, and in a smart-alecky tone exclaims, "That's why I'm reading 'The Lucifer Principle'. No fiction. Just cold hard fact."

"Nerd!" Cuddles snickers. Toothy and Disco burst out laughing.

"I should cut off your foot, and sell it to that witch doctor!" Sniffles barks. Cuddles buries his head in Frankenstein instantaneously after the remark.

Flaky, who was too infatuated with her book, Pet Semetary. She looks up just after Jud Crandall said, "Sometimes, dead is bettah". She glances up, and everyone looks up from their books. Cuddles glared at her with green eyes, and uttered, "Wendigo"

Flaky jumps up and screams, "What did you say?"

Cuddles shakes his head. "I said do you guys want to go home?" Flaky blushed as she realized that her fright was only her imagination. "...I mean, the library closes soon." Cuddles continues.

Flaky stands up, grabs her bookbag off the chair to the side of her and rushes through the glass doors, panting.

She breathes a sigh of relief, believing once she had gotten away from the library, and stopped reading the horror novel, all her fear would stay with the book.

As you can see, this story is only beginning.

Yes, this is accepting OCs, but I warn you, they WILL DIE.

While I know some of you aren't fazed by the fact, some people are overtly protective of their OCs.

Just give basic info and a horror/suspence story you want to be associated with them.

Stories already taken:

Pet Sematary by Stephen King

Mary Shelly's Frankenstein

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

Christine by Stephen King

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Dracula by Bram Stoker

The Most Dangerous Game on Earth by Richard Edward Connell

The Lucifer Principle by Howard Bloom

Alright, review, or flame, or what ever.

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