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Welcome guest...
I don't know how...But some how you have stumbled upon my grave...and when ever someone comes here...I get pulled back...so please. Don't stop in that often, I have other things to do.
Oh, forgive me my rudeness, it appears you can't read the tombstone. I am _Siyamak... I suppsoed you can hang around my crypt for a little while...but don't stay TOO long...
Be careful while you're here...stay away from the other coffins...It impolite to wake the dead...

RIP
_Siyamak
1980-2004
May he sleep easy

Sleep easy...Bah. how can anyone sleep easy when they've been cursed to roam in this pathetic plane even AFTER death... I supposed you want to know about how I died then? Fine.

Death Story

(NOTE FROM spectral_mayk: 2 people have called his story boreing...2 out of 15. If at first you think its boreing, just stick with it...its really not.)

Long ago…I was actually happy. I had two friends…very close friends. Their names were Rihn and Roody. Two lupes…well, a lupe and lupemaroo technically. We would do everything together. And we were Happy. We all had families that loved us…until one day my parents were killed during an attack of the city…
I tried to keep that same happiness that I had before…so not to worry my friends…I am not one to be pitied.
But soon I could not even keep up pretending while I was on my own. The walls grew darker everyday…the home even emptier…my only company during the nights my own thoughts. Then…they started coming…The voices…I think that I created them…Visions of my mother and father…they haunted me for a while, but every night, dieing in the same way they did before…leavening me alone to face the dawn…
Not long after I was able to keep those visions away…but them the strange part came…People I had never seen before…I would see them on the street…always watch me. They were everywhere…and soon they found my home…I learned they were another of my 'visions' but these were different…they told me to do things…and that I would always be alone. That I would never find happiness again…and I began to believe them. I had no other choice…as the war began to increase; Roody and Rihn were always hidden in safety. No one even cared about me! I was left in this deserted city, while everyone hid in the castle! No even noticed I was GONE!

there was a lull in battle, people believed that it was over. So they returned to their homes…Rihn and Roody found me immediately, blurting out apologies…and I accepted them. nothing mattered, I was with them again. Everything was good. …or so I thought.
it seems that only the townspeople believe that it was actually the end of the battle, the king and his armies knew better…so my friends had to leave me sooner every day…until I barely got to see them.
One day they showed up, the two of them had come up with a plan, we would go into one of the pyramids…there was no way the enemy army would attack a worthless old pyramid, so it seemed like a good plan. So in we went.
we were there for hours, not worried about anything. But the visions had followed me. and they taunted me as soon as I believe I was happy again…"You can never be happy, you can have temporary bliss…but as soon as they leave…you'll be miserable again. and you know one day they'll forget you."
the words stung. And I began to believe them. But for now I was happy…and I that wasn't going to change…we could never leave this pyramid. No matter what.
I began to plan…I took the lead, and led them deep into the pyramid…I had been here before, and I knew that there were many traps. I knew where there was pit fall, but the spike at the bottom worn away, so it wasn't dangerous…I led them there. And they trusted me. Why wouldn't they? We were friends!
Rihn stepped onto the pitfall before I had planed, and he fell. Only him. Roody rushed to the hole, about to jump in after him. I grabbed her to stop her and lied, "No Roody…all the pitfalls have spikes at the bottom…he's gone."
NO!!! RIHN!" She began crying, her tears seemed endless. I began to realize this was wrong, she shouldn't be crying…she was supposed to be happy! We're all supposed to be happy!
I didn't understand why she was sad, I was happy. We'd all be together soon. But my plan was falling apart…I wandered through a chamber, Roody following me, until I saw it. The pick ax. Tomb Robbers had left it in here before. Grasping it in my paws, I turned to Roody.
What..? What are you doing?!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide.
Immortalizing the moment." I replied with a grin.

about an hour later and padded through the tunnels, slowly leading down. Is soon reach the room where Rihn was trapped. I could hear his yells, trying to get our attention. I quickly found the lock to the room and the wall deteriorated. Rihn instantly rushed out, and pause in front of me, his ears flicked back as he realized something was wrong. It might have been the insane grin on my face…or maybe he saw the blood on my paws. Who knows?
all I know is that he ran. He ran, from me. And I followed. I chased him through the tunnels, until we reached a dead end…I looked around after we entered the room…we were in the tomb. The sarcophagus was right in between us. With absolutely no respect for the dead, I jumped onto the sarcophagus, and grabbed Rihn by the collar, dragging him up as well.

…It was so easy…they were both gone know it was my turn, I searched the room for a weapon, and found a dagger…and ended my own time here…or so I thought. AS my vision began to fade, I saw the room begin to glow…I thought it was just a trick of my eyes…but apparently I was wrong. I was dead. Rihn and Roody were dead…apparently my body was the only one recovered… Roody and Rihns seemed to disappear.

A curse was set in that tomb. Possibly the work of that unnamed king that lay beneath me while I committed my horrible deed…All I know is that I am forced to walk this mortal coil even in my death.
and I remain forever alone…

Family:

The only one I truly consider 'family' is Naera, my Albat.

Used to be Friends

Rihn...and Roody...We used to be such close friends...and then we had to go and let a little thing like me killing them get between us...
Just recently I discovered that they are both alive again...how I do not know. Rihn has no memories but Roody remebers everything...I tired to become friends with Rihn again, but as soon as he saw my face he started to remember and became angry...I DOn't think he remembers all that happened, but he remembers enough to connect me with his death....Roody has stopped letting me anywhere near either of them...so sad really...

My Passion

Since I died, I read everything i could trying to figure out how to break the curse put on me, and ended up becoming very interested 'scary things', like Halloween, Ghost Stories, and Some Gothic Poetry...

History Of Halloween
Halloween: name applied to the evening of October 31, preceding the Christian feast of Hallowmas, Allhallows, or All Saints' Day.
The observances connected with Halloween are thought to have originated among the ancient Druids, who believed that on that evening, Saman, the lord of the dead, called forth hosts of evil spirits.
The Druids customarily lit great fires on Halloween, apparently for the purpose of warding off all these spirits. Among the ancient Celts, Halloween was the last evening of the year and was regarded as a propitious time for examining the portents of the future. The Celts also believed that the spirits of the dead revisited their earthly homes on that evening.
After the Romans conquered Britain, they added to Halloween features of the Roman harvest festival held on November 1 in honor of Pomona, goddess of the fruits of trees.
The Celtic tradition of lighting fires on Halloween survived until modern times in Scotland and Wales, and the concept of ghosts and witches is still common to all Halloween observances. Traces of the Roman harvest festival survive in the custom, prevalent in both the United States and Great Britain, of playing games involving fruit, such as ducking for apples in a tub of water. Of similar origin is the use of hollowed-out pumpkins carved to resemble grotesque faces and lit by candles placed inside.

Ghost Stories

Ghost stories don't have to be about ghosts covered in blood, or any made up stories told just to get a scare. Quite the contrary, most ghost stories are actualy tragic tales of unfair deaths, or tales of loyalty or love that last beyond death...

Ghost Story of the Week:

The Bleeding Heart Dove

adapted from folklore by
Sherry Norfolk

The Civil War had ended, and the weary, defeated Southern soldiers had straggled back home to what was left of their families and farms. The slaves had been freed, but some had stayed on in the places where the family had been kind, or where the family had scattered and never returned.
There was one such place in South Georgia - a once-beautiful plantation that had been abandoned before the war had even begun, and where the slaves had stayed in safety during the war, and had remained when freedom came. The land was rich, and Thomas, the young master of the plantation, had said it was theirs to farm and live off of until he came back came to claim it. So many of his former slaves chose to stay.
The memories and the story of the plantation had stayed, too. The story of the young master who had built the house for his beloved bride. The story of the sweet-smelling flower garden that his bride walked in every day from spring till fall.
The story of her ghost.

Melviny was only a young girl living in the slave quarters when Thomas lost his bride. She had held onto the memory of the young bride's beauty and kindness throughout the dark and ugly years of war.
Melviny had held onto the other memories, too. The memories always began with laughter - happiness seemed to come out of the windows and doors of that house, seemed to be part of the very walls and floors. It was the happiness of Thomas and his bride that made the plantation a good place to be: happiness breeds kindness and gentleness, they say.
The story starts - and ends - in the flower garden of the big house. Every fine day, the young bride found time to come and sit in her garden, to smell the fragrant blossoms and cut the prettiest ones to decorate the house. Every day, Melviny worked in that garden, pulling the weeds and picking off the dead blossoms.
Melviny," the young bride would call, "just come and smell this rose! Isn't it the prettiest thing you ever did smell?"
And Melviny would run to the rosebush and inhale deeply. "Oh, yes, ma'am, you're right! It is the prettiest smell in all the world!"
Or, "Melviny, you take some of these dahlias to your mamma. She likes pretty colors and these are the brightest I've ever seen. Run, now!" And Melviny would run with the handful of brilliant flowers, grinning to her mama, who would put them in a jar of water on the mantelpiece.
But one evening, when the moon shone full and bright, a screech-owl began to make a terrible noise outside the cabin where Melviny and her mama lived. Melviny ran to her mama in alarm at the screeching, unearthly sound, and her mama held her close.
Never mind, child," she soothed. "Just an ol' screech-owl calling to his kin."
But, Mama, I've heard the others say that when you hear a screech owl keep hollerin' and carryin' on like that, someone's gonna die!"
No, child, they're just trying to scare you. Now you settle down and eat your supper. Nothin' to worry yourself over."
But Melviny wasn't comforted. She watched everyone she loved, fearful of the screech-owl's curse.
Two days later, as Melviny worked in the garden, she watched Thomas and his bride stroll out arm-in-arm. She saw the young lady bend to smell a new blossom, and she saw her drop to the ground in a dead faint.
Thomas cried out for Meviny, and she ran to his side, staring stricken at the lady's pale face. "Melviny, run to the house and tell your mama I need her to bring smelling salts," Thomas gasped. "And tell one of the men to go for the doctor! Run, now!"
And Melviny flew off to the house, while the master came behind with his bride in his arms. Melviny and her mama stayed at Melinda's side with cold compresses and smelling salts, and they heard her weak voice when at last her eyes fluttered open:
Thomas, Thomas are you there?" Thomas hurried to her side.
Yes, my love, I'm right here. Are you feeling better? You gave us all quite a scare!"
Thomas, I'm dying. It's true - I know it is. But nothing can take me from you forever. Our love is too strong. Thomas, I'll come back to you. I'll come back as a white bleeding heart dove and live in the snowball bush in the garden."
No, my love, you're not dying, you're not!" Thomas pleaded. But three days later, his young bride passed away without saying another word, and her grave was planted over with the flowers that she loved.
Melviny and her mama felt sorry for Thomas, and watched him grieve until he himself was almost in the grave beside his bride. But finally his grief forced him to close up the house and to go away to Europe, where the sights and the scents and the very air would not remind him of his beloved. He told Melviny and her mama and all the rest of the slaves that the land was theirs to work and live off of until he came back. And he went away.
Melviny continued to work in that garden every day. And every day, she looked for the white bleeding heart dove, but it didn't come. War broke out, and the master stayed away. Then freedom came, and Melviny and the rest of the slaves were freed. But Melviny and her mother stayed on at the plantation, harvesting a good garden crop that year and fixing their cabin snug against the winter winds. They had stopped expecting to see the master again, but they hadn't forgotten the snowball bush, still living - though not blooming - in the otherwise ravaged flower garden.
Then one day a letter came, announcing that Thomas was returning with a new bride. Melviny and her mama made the house ready for his return - and Melviny did her best to straighten up the garden, pulling the biggest weeds and pruning back the rampant growth. She was surprised to see that the snowball bush was in full, glorious bloom - the first time it had bloomed since Melinda had died. But she didn't have time to tell her mama until they stood together at the end of the drive, waiting to greet Thomas and his new bride.
Mama, did you see it? The snowball bush is just covered all over with flowers this morning! You think maybe because Mr. Whitledge is coming home today? You think we'll see the white bleeding heart dove?"
Hush, girl, you can't still be dreaming about that white bleeding heart dove. There'll be no such thing. Look, now, there's a carriage coming this way!"
And there was. Thomas stepped out, and helped his new bride from the carriage. And as she was lifted down a mournful sound came from the garden. Melviny turned to see a white bleeding heart dove, sitting amid the blooms of the snowball bush.
Look, Mama! Just look there!" But her mama shook her head, and greeted the couple and ushered them into the house.
The white bleeding heart dove came every evening after that, and sat moaning in the snowball bush. The sound could be heard plainly in the big house, no matter how loudly Thomas's new bride played on the piano or how far away she tried to get. It seemed to pierce her heart, and she cried all the time, and she never went into the garden.
Make it stop," she pleaded to Thomas. "Make that bird stop crying!"
Finally, Thomas had had enough. He took his gun and marched into the garden. And when he came near the bush, the bleeding heart dove rose up out of the bush and fluttered right in the air above his head. He raised the gun, and fired.

THOMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A human scream sounded over the garden, and the bleeding heart dove flew away with a red stain over her heart.
That night, as Thomas lay in his bed, he died suddenly of a heart attack. His new wife left, her heart also broken, but with grief.
The old house is still sitting there, neglected and decaying. A snowball bush still blooms each summer in its ruined garden, the petals foiling like tears into the rampant weeds.
And flying in and out of the broken windows, nesting in the snowball bush, are dozens of white bleeding heart doves with red stains over their hearts, grieving all the time.

THE END

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