Hypnopics Collective

The Wicked Witch of Auralis
Some terrifying Cursed Location of Horror and Evil!
Tag: The horrifying Pestilent Mummy, the Terrifying Elder Evil Vampire, the Accursed Winged Witch who Brings Only Horror, The Magnificent Dinosaur(non-avian) who stalks the Skyscrapers of the Wicked, and the Raping Santa who's rhymes bring despair to the just!

"Oh phew!" The Wicked Witch explained with a voice that would terrify Satan himself, despite him having control over the soul of the Witch, it mattered not to her! For she was so evil that she had naught use for the soul in the first place! "Oh nice costume Yasu!" The Witch did curse at the Vampire who's name she absolutely did not know... actually... I don't think Kathy has met Yasu either has she? IT MATTERS NOT FOR THE WITCH POSSESSES SIGHT BEYOND THE UNSEEN! *Ahem* Yes... yes that will explain it. In any case, while the Witch was no doubt about to curse the dinosaur into being her eternal slave of the night! She was distracted when an incredibly cute dinosaur entered the room... followed by... a raping... santa... huh. Oh well, points for originality!

But the time for pleasantries had passed! For the Witching hour was about to begin! Lol! The Witching Hour! The hour where the Witch's Curses were at their most potent! Truly none could withstand her on this house... save perhaps for her fellow Witch whom she had very embarrassingly turned up in the same outfit as. "Oh that's a really nice costume!" The Witch did say to her fellow Witch "The wings in particular are very cute!" Ha! Unbeknownst to the Petulant Mummy that hosted this dark gathering of the Damned, Kathy, unlike her player, was actually a bit of a social butterfly who handled social gatherings quite well... Well... um... okay not butterfly. She's not quite at social butterfly level, but like... what's the category below butterfly? Moth? Yes! A social Moth! The one who would socialise but like at the end of the day when it's not so busy and most people have gone home and Kathy is lured in with a pretty lamp.

The mummy proceeded to list the first of tonights cursed tasks from which the weak would no doubt be purged!! And it was an Easter egg hunt. Huh. Maybe it was some ancient Celtic thing that Vee was trying to bring back or something, yeah that made sense. "Contest for finding eggs is it? No problem! With my ancient dark magics I should have no difficulty completing this task!" Kathy said highly dramatically, before pulling her cape around her, equally dramatically... except it was a really short cape so flopped back immediately. But the Witch was undeterred!! And just to make sure that no one followed the path she was taking, so all eggs along that path would be hers!..

"Boop!"

She teleported elsewhere in the building.

The guests poured into the mansion filled with terrors and gloom.
The doors slammed shut behind, leaving them to their doom.
The terrifying mummy turned on its heel,
It opened mouth, and gave them its spiel:
”Sorry about that, the doors tend to be overly dramatic in this place.”
The mummy girl said with a blush on its… cheeks.

With the spooky rhyming scheme ended before it could truly wreak havoc on the otherwise pleasant evening, the guests were free to mingle for some time. And what a gathering it was: a terrifying mummy, a scary vampire, two witches (one birdy and one wicked), a gecko, and Santa Claus. The lattermost being perhaps the spookiest one of them all because was there a more efficient way of scaring someone to death by making them think that the Christmas arrived two months too early?

Now that they gathered inside the main party room, they were effectively trapped inside the mansion until dawn due to the binding social contract preventing them from leaving too soon as that would be considered extremely rude. Gathered in such a confined space, they were also forced to face their greatest fear (assumedly): socializing. Making small talk. Exchanging pleasantries. Catching up with friends. It was all so… blood-chilling. But all those dreadful scenarios paled in comparison to what awaited our two cute frightening witches. As they decided to dress up as the same creature for Halloween, they were forced to face the spine-chilling reality: they were obligated to comment on each other’s costumes. The daunting reality demanded for them to bond over how crazy it was that they got a similar idea and how compliment on each other’s cute eerie choice of attire.

The vampire on the other hand faced a different tribulation, but not any less unnerving. The confused gazes of her fellow partygoers (or at least of one partygoer: Vee) and comments such as ”So, what are you supposed to be, exactly?”. Followed by ”Ohh, right. Y-yeah, I can sort of see that. It’s nice.” after she answered the mummy’s query. ”I thought it was a like a bunny, because of the ears.” The vampire would hear the mummy’s voice grating against her skull. ”Which really confused me because of the whole ‘bite’ comment.”. How fearsome.

And lastly, the gecko. The colorful gecko, it seemed, was perhaps the most unique costume of them all. Colorful and flashy. Showing just enough skin to walk along that fine line between ‘appropriate’ and ‘trashy’. But, of course, there was that tail. The tail probably took quite some time to get just right unless, of course, the doctor decided to buy a whole costume online or rent it out. Regardless of its origins, it presented a hidden danger. A threat lurking just beyond the corner of the gecko’s mind. A very real possibility that she would accidentally bump into something or knock down the punch bowl, make scene, and find herself in the center of everyone’s attention. All flustered. How awkward. How positively terrifying.

Once the right atmosphere was set and all the guests were sufficiently spooked to get the party going into full swing, the mummy stepped into the center of the room and clapped its (decadently not) rotting hands to draw their attention. It fixed one of the loose wrappings around its body, cleared its throat, and announced to its guests:

”Thank you everyone for coming! Sadly, it looks like some of our guests won’t be attending so we will have to do with just six of us. I’ve got a lot of stuff planned for us today! There’ll be snacks, food, drinks, movies, music, and games! For tonight, I had someone prepare a fun game for us!” The terrifying mummy announced triumphantly as it pulled out an envelope sealed with red-colored wax coagulated blood. The mummy broke the seal, unleashing whatever tormented soul was slumbering inside and started to read the letter’s infernal contents. ”And for our first game, we have the traditional Halloween… Easter Egg hunt…?” With a confused look on its face, the mummy furrowed its brow and read the letter again.

”Erm, well, I’ve been told that these, uh, events tend to run a bit late and suffer from plenty of delays so, well, it might not seem appropriate now but it might be just right by the time we’re done!” The brown-haired mummy said with an awkward chuckle as it, too, was stuck inside its own personal horror: public speaking and event hosting. ”This said that we, ideally, would pair off but since there are only six of us, I suggest we go solo! I guess the person who finds the most Halloween… Easter Eggs… wins! Well, uh, go! Split up and start looking, I guess!”

And with that, the horrifying game was afoot…

The researcher had no idea why she had been invited to a remote location away from her research by people she'd never met.  Wasn't this supposedly something rich people did?  Whatever.  Everyone was supposed to come in a costume.  It would be embarrassing and troublesome if she wore some outfit of some sort, but she had been wanting to try out a new formulation.  If she could use this event as part of her research, she could write off the event as a work expense too.  And people had been saying she really needed to get out more... even if Auralis was technically a war zone.

"...gecko, tuatara, osprey, flounder, aand a little bit of demonic energies."  Trying to increase the duration of the injections was iffy at best, but she wanted the transformation to last the duration of the whole party.  Best not to shoot up until she was near the mansion aaaand pack a couple more of the test vials just in case.  With a duffel bag full of possible clothes based on her new shape and how confident she felt in the new form, she climbed into the taxi.

Her hair stood on end as they traveled through such thick and dark woods as she'd never seen or heard of being near Auralis.  She attempted to distract herself by pulling out a notebook from her duffel.  Despite the meandering trip and spooky scenery, she got lost in her thoughts and barely noticed the time flying by until the taxi came to a stop.  She nearly blanched at the sight of how much the ride had cost but reminded herself that the university would be reimbursing her for the trip and made sure to get a receipt from the man.

There were several boats and ships at the Auralis Port, but the researcher was beginning to understand why it wasn't rich guests who had been invited as her eyes fell upon the dinghy that was supposed to carry her to the island retreat.  "Mierda," she muttered.  Hopefully the thing wouldn't sink from her weight.  She cautiously climbed aboard with her baggage and judiciously kept to the center of the little ship so that she wouldn't fall overboard if the waves jostled her a bit.  The fact that there were trees growing all around up out of the water puzzled her.  This wasn't the bayou or the Everglades and... were those cycads and actual fern trees growing up out of the water!?  She pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose as she leaned towards the edge of the boat, trying to get a better view of the trees.  Unfortunately, a misty haze made it difficult to be sure if she was truly seeing an aquatic forest that belonged more in the Triassic period than modern times.

The tantalizing images in the haze only served to frustrate her curious mind, making the biologist almost grateful when the dinghy came to shore.  At least now she could get to some more concrete experimentation.  As soon as she was off the boat, she shot herself up with her latest genetic cocktail.  Her slim frame slimmed further as a her eyesight became sharper.  Golden eyes peered into the woods ahead as scales began to cover her neck, shoulders, and hips.  Patches of scales formed upon the tops of her cheeks as large feathers sprouted out through her hair.  Her pupils became slitted, and she felt pressure building at the back of her pants.  Used to growing a tail of some sort, she quickly lowered her jeans and panties just enough to give room for the growing appendage.  The pressure against her chest was not unexpected but a bit more annoying.  She could only imagine that the demonic energy was why so many of her transformations ended up with larger chests.  Reptile and bird genetics certainly shouldn't have been increasing that aspect of her form.  Stepping further into the woods with her bag, she opened it up and started picking some clothes out for her new body.

The scientist felt energized, even more than she usually did when transformed.  Checking no one was nearby, she quickly stripped and changed into something lighter that allowed plenty freedom of motion.  Her tail wagged excitedly as she tucked the extra vials into little pockets built into her top.  Tossing her glasses and other clothes into the bag, she pulled out the map to the island before stowing her duffel near the dock.  Her heart was beating wildly as she approached the mansion, not from fear but from the overwhelming energy packed into this body.  She wanted to climb some walls and ceilings, dive into the water, and chow down on some tasty crickets!  The bouncy bounding steps of her new form paused as she fully registered that last urge.  After a second, she shrugged and made a mental note of it.  There had certainly been worse urges she'd experienced in the past.


Osprey eyes could easily peer through the reflections on the water or glass, but they wouldn't be able to see better in the dark.  Thankfully the room beyond the doorway was well-lit as she greeted the loosely wrapped mummy, "Hola!  Hihi!"  The energy bubbling within made it difficult to not want to say more, but if the others were already here, standing and chatting with the host was going to delay whatever was planned.  "Bueno, mi amiga!  Okay, thanks!" she told her host as she skipped past the mummy and into the room.  Her head twisted and bounced this way and that as she zoomed curiously around.  A handful of Mars disappeared in her palm and dangerously sharp nails deftly peeled their contents out as she explored the area and the people as she popped the explosive little chocolatey sugar bombs into her mouth.
 

The green haired woman lounged back on one of the seats in the boat. Reaching down to straighten out the black and purple dress, and then adjust the little hat clipped onto her hair. She'd made sure to dress up particularly witchy, to appease any and all other witches. For that was what she totally was. Sneezing slightly in the cold sea air, and feeling her wings lightly shudder. A couple of yellow and black feathers moving out of place, which she reached out to straighten back into place. Grumbling under her breath. Really, what was the point of being a witch (with wings no less) if she couldn't fly anywhere? No where in Auralis had sold a broom. And despite her best efforts. And the oars in the ferry stubbornly refused to listen to her commands. What was she doing wrong there? To make things worse, the taxi ride to get to the ferry had been long, cramped and expensive, but somehow proportional to the amount of wealth you had easily accessible at the time... Well whatever. It was done now. And she still had her floating pumpkin familiar. Which meant she still had snacks. And the ferry was paid for, and taking the long scenic route. Through a forest that... really seemed to be existing despite the obvious circumstances. The sights of so many trees reassured her greatly, even if the boat was rocking in the waves with far too much turbulence. It also served as a fine distraction, and without realising it she found herself back on land again. Taking the map out, that she'd also stashed away in her pumpkin, and taking the opportunity to move under her own power for a change. Stretching her legs out as she disappeared along the trail. Into yet another spooky forest. Truly spoiling her with walks in the wood at this point.

With nothing else of note whilst en route to the house. She shortly found herself in front of a large set of doors. The size of them only beaten by the large feeling of dread that oozed out from behind them. Which was completely undone, by the novelty doorbell. The witch, for again that was what she totally was, reached out and pressed it sharply. Listening to the little jingle, which was promptly accompanied by a more percussive beat of feet. She smiled, and looked suitably frightened by the woman who had invited them all here. The dommey mommy... cute... terrifying mummy. She reached out, taking the cold hand, gripping back just as lightly and moving into the house proper. "Thank you, sorry about my timing. I wasn't expected to take so long to get here. But a witch... precisely when she means to... and so on." She waved her hand dismissively, before offering the mummy a pick from the floating pumpkin candy bowl that was hovering just behind her. Making her way over to the odd set of offerings left out on tables. Somehow, entire planets had been collected, and condensed down into little prisons of plastic and aluminium.

As she did so, she met another woman, who was already perusing the offerings. And with a shake of her wings, she offered a greeting to her as well.

It was a dark and stormy night. And it was raining. Our guests arrived at the abandoned spooky mansion on the hill by a cliff by the seaside on a lone peninsula on an island off the coast of Auralis City at around 1:30 PM, per the invitation. It was a lovely early October afternoon, and the sun was high in the sky with no clouds in sight. A perfect time to host a Halloween party for friends, enemies, and everyone in between! A perfect time… for a murder. Of the mind. For there was no actual murder committed during the Halloween Party at the famed Halloween Manor on the hill by a cliff by the seaside on a lone peninsula on an island off the coast of Auralis City. Not in the literal meaning of the word, at least. For the Manor was a place of a devilish conspiracy hatched by the most Machiavellian schemers to bring four to six guests under their influence through the power of insidious mind control! What happened on that day was a mystery until now…

You took a taxi ride first. It was necessary to get to the Auralis City Port first, after all, to find a ferry to the island. The taxi driver took you on a meandering route through the terrifyingly spooky forest of Auralis City, racking up your bill to astronomical proportions and leaving you virtually penniless by the time you arrived at the edge of dark, cold, calm sea. The ferry – a dinghy, really – was easy to find and the passage to the island was already paid by the mysterious host, Vee, which enabled you to board and set for the island immediately. It was a long sail across the waves, for the ferryman took you on a long and meandering route through the terrifyingly spooky sea forest that, by all conventions, had no right to exist at all, much less even be there. You arrived at the island in a daze for your mind reeled from the eldritch mystery of the sea forest. By the time you stepped onto the dock, the boat was nowhere to be seen and you were left alone at the shore of the island off the coast of Auralis City.

With no other choice, you followed the host’s map that she gave you prior to your arrival and set off in the search of the house on the hill by the cliff by the seaside on a lone peninsula on an island off the coast of Auralis City, completely unaware that the ferryman had just finished docking his boat on the pier around the corner and conspired to retrieve an accursed automobile meant to drive you to the house  before they realized that you disappeared without a trace!

The walk, like everything else on your journey thus far, was long and fraught with perils. As you walked up the meandering beaten dirt path through the terrifyingly spooky island forest of the island off the coast of Auralis City, you saw the glimpse of the house on the hill by a cliff by the seaside on a lone peninsula on an island off the coast of Auralis City up ahead. A thunder cracked violently as you neared the entrance. You could hear the waves lapping against the rock, the wind howling around your face, your heart beating inside your chest, and a party music coming from the inside. With an overwhelming sense of dread looming over you, you reached for the novelty doorbell shaped like a doorknob resembling a dog holding a bone. Ring-a-ding-ding! The bell went twice and the sound of footsteps could be heard shambling towards the black oaken doors. The doorknob turned slowly, and the doors opened with a creak resembling the sound of a dying gull. The creature on the other side wasn’t a thing from this world. Its skin was pale and smooth, its hair was brown and went down it its waist, its purple eyes seemed to shine as they gazed through you. For what opened the door wasn’t a human woman. Nah, it was a monster. A thing straight out of legends.


A mummy. A terrifying mummy was standing in the doorway. Its wrappings being the only things holding its shambling humanoid shape together. The thing from not of this world looked at you and its lips curled up to form a toothy grin showcasing a set of healthy, straight teeth. A sound came from its vile throat resembling human speech but with a tinge of hoarseness.

”Hi!” The creature greeted you in a matter peculiar only to whatever queer plane of existence it originated from. The blood-chilling mummy extended its hand in the form of a greeting. Its hand was as cold as a human palm offered in a gesture of friendship and its grip was only as delicate as its pale, skinny fingers allowed. As the creatures willed one of its limbs to move back to invite you in, it gestured to you to come inside the manor. Then, as you stood on the precipice of destiny with the horrors of the mansion in front of you and the mundane affairs of the real world behind your back, the creature declared its invitation. ”Come inside! The others are already here!” The mummy announced, its intents dubious. As you peered over the mummy’s short stature, you would see a bowl made of clear glass filled with rectangular clumps resembling amalgams of cocoa, milk, and sugar wrapped in papers in the shades of the colors that were not of this world. With markings on them representing the words that were familiar to you, such as Snickers and Mars, but remained meaningless as you tried to wrack your brain around the context. From the living room came a smell that could only be described as cooked cured pork carcass shaped into small cylindrical objects and sliced into small pieces that were then arranged into thoughtless patterns upon the bed of mozzarella, dough, and unidentified red substance that was neither liquid nor solid but somehow both at the same time…