ADISC - Finished Stories http://www.adisc.org/forum/ For stories which are finished. en Fri, 20 Nov 2009 23:23:13 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.adisc.org/forum/images/misc/rss.jpg ADISC - Finished Stories http://www.adisc.org/forum/ FARSIGHT - Ch.1 http://www.adisc.org/forum/finished-stories/16337-farsight-ch-1-a.html Wed, 04 Nov 2009 19:17:47 GMT Alright, so this is the first of seven chapters of this story, exactly as it was when I first posted it on another site in September 2007, intro any... Alright, so this is the first of seven chapters of this story, exactly as it was when I first posted it on another site in September 2007, intro any everything. It might be kinda long, but I hope that you guys will still read it and give some feedback (good or bad, I can handle it), or any ideas you have. I'm going to post the other parts over the next few days, see what you guys think I guess. It does ned at an inconclusive point, but that's cause I left the whole diaper thing for a while. But I'm back to writing now, a year and half after I've stopped. I'd just like to point out that this story was originally posted on another site (deeker{.}com), and I'm reposting it here. I'm not taking credit for something that's not mine, and if you really want to see the original under my name you can check it out on that site I guess. Anyways, like I said I had stopped writing but I'm going to finish it over the next few months or so. The story will continue, albeit in a different direction that I normally planned, and yeah, I'd really like to hear your thoughts. Thanks.






FARSIGHT
By: Slang



Author's Note: Hello. I am Slang and this is Farsight. Though this in no way involves events that I have been involved in, the following words are certainly those of a story that is mine. This is not a generic fable of an unfortunate child forced back into infancy or the tellings of a young boy who wishes to experience the younger days of his life again. Such stories are so overly done these days and I find the repetition to be rather tiresome. Thus, I recently set out to write of something, well, interesting. The story is by no means short, as it chronicles the tales of several, and if you have no intentions of going through with the entire thing, it is suggested that you grab hold of your mouse and click the 'back' button immediately. I have grown rather fond of this tale and all of those who create do so for both themselves and others. As such, I would appreciate and questions, comments, quandaries, queries or any general feedback. I am available at my convenience (which always seems to be the convenience of others) at G-SLANG(@)hotmail.com. I have nothing but gratitude to those of you who will read this story, and though I would love to get to know you all, there is simply no time or space for that. So henceforth, you (the reader), shall be referred to as Michael Berg by me (the author), who you may refer to as Slang (though I suppose under such circumstances that Bernhard would also be appropriate).



Moving along as briskly as we may (as it would be terrible manners for me to keep you waiting longer than necessary), I would be more than pleased to share some of the history and other information of the following work with you, Michael Berg. The original plot came to my thinking very near the day of Saint Valentine this past year. I had long planned to pen a fable of more exceptional lengths than ordinary, but the idea was lacked until that time. You see Michael Berg, it is my intention to use this writing to inspire others to perhaps try to create a more original tale. I have been inspired by other stories at least thirteen times, and it is wonderful to feel such a way. If that is not your customs, Michael Berg, than maybe the following work will help you come to some revelation the likes of which only you, Michael Berg, could comprehend. This story was written with only good intentions in my mind, and I would like to defend myself from any offense by saying that it would cause me great pain to upset you all, Michael Berg, as you are investing your well-deserved free time to give this tale a chance. It is with a deep wish of mine that you do enjoy.



Now, Michael Berg, we progress to the topic of the actual story itself. There are many characters in the show, each deserving to have their own background. Therefore, in each chapter, exerts of their past lives will be revealed in sections of writing. The only identification of a change between 'real time' and these, for lack of a better word, 'flashbacks', will be the print changing from regular to italic (see here for example). I do hope that an intelligent person such as yourselves, Michael Berg, will not be confused of confuddled or any other cons. The story is told through the point-of-views of so many, as any given individual's eyes can really only see so much. The taking of the place is revealed but the year is not. It would be in your benefit to know only that the year is around summer two-thousand-and-four. I believe that this is all that you, Michael Berg, will require before entering the world of Farsight. Until again, whenever if ever again may be, I wish you luck in all your doings (which I do sincerely hope will include examining this work). Live well Michael Berg.



Even in madness, I know you still believe

Paint me on a canvas so I become

What you could never be



-Brent Smith



Chapter 1: I Dare You



Calling anything 'the last day' is usually depressing thing, especially when that day marked the end of summer vacation. At least, that's what Jake Austin thought when he awoke. The sun shone through his bedroom window onto his face, acting as nature's own alarm clock, which Jake preferred as it had allowed him to sleep until 11:30am, or so the actual clock on his wall read. Jake got up from his bed, perhaps a little too quickly an ensuing head rush let him know, and headed to the bathroom. Stumbling across the hallway, his mind kept wandering off between thoughts of school and what he would later on in the day. Entering the bathroom, he quickly relieved himself and proceeded to shower. He decided to make it a long one, if only to enjoy the freedom of having the ability to do so.



Fifteen or so minutes later he was done and standing in front of the mirror, examining his 12-year-old body. His short died-blond hair needed no combing. His fairly skinny build showed some muscle definition, if only due to lack of fat. He studied himself, checking to see if puberty had taken its course yet, and was saddened to find he was not yet maturing. He stared up into his own blue-gray eyes. He had always been proud of his eyes, for they appeared cold and careless, which Jake believed made him look tough. Finishing drying off, he got dressed and headed out of the bathroom and downstairs.



Upon arriving in the kitchen, Jake noticed a note. It was from Nicole, saying that she had been called into work and that she wouldn't be back until 5:00pm. Realizing that he would have to make his own meal, Jake set out to find a box of Kraft Dinner. He really didn't mind cooking for himself, Nicole had never been anything near a chef, though she was an excellent parent figure. Jake zoned out as he took a trip down memory lane. Nicole had raised him since he was very young, ever since his mom had died in a car crash. He had never really known his mother, and Nicole didn't enjoy talking about the subject, but then again, neither did he. Mentioning it was probably the only thing that could send the ordinarily quiet and calm kid over the edge. Nevertheless, he was content with his current caregiver and the two of them were very close.



Jake was brought back to reality by a beeping oven. He finished making his brunch and situated himself in front of the T.V. to eat it. As he ate he flipped through the channels, he came across one of his favourite shows, The Price is Right. He watched it absentmindedly, as his mind kept drifting back to the thought of school returning, which was not helped by the all-too-frequent commercials for back-to-school sales. Finishing his meal, he cleaned what dishes he had and decided to go out and find something to do.



Jake headed out the front door into an incredibly bright sun. He let out an uncontrollable sneeze and decided to move along. He looked around and enjoyed the beautiful weather. He lived in a private semi-neighborhood known as Sunrise Place which was really just a large cull-de-sac reserved for families consisting of women and children. He and Nicole had lived there together in the small house now behind him for all the time they had been together. He headed up the street to where Josh lived. Josh was his cousin, or at least he was Nicole's nephew. Nicole's sister also lived in Sunrise Place, where she had raised Josh after his abusive father was sent to prison. Despite Josh being two years older than himself, Jake had always been quite close to him and they hung out just as normal friends would. Jake arrived at the door of the house and walked in as he always did. The fact that they were almost relatives had nothing to do with this, for everyone in the subdivision treated one-another like family. Jake strolled into the kitchen to find Claire, Nicole's sister, cooking something that smelled excellent.



“Hello Jake,” she said in a jovial voice when he entered the room.



“Hey,” he replied, “What are you making? It smells terrific!”



“Oh it's just a cake,” she answered before adding “and no it's not for you.”



The look on Jake's face must have given him away, for it had been one of desire. He then said “I wouldn't dream of taking your hard work away and eating it. I would be no better than some kind of animal, and speaking of which, where's yours?”



Claire laughed and said “I'm afraid he and AJ have gone biking, and I don't expect that they'll be home for quite some time. But you're welcome to keep me company.”



“I think I'll pass” sighed Jake.



“If you'd like, I could send him over when he gets home,” added Claire.



Jake smiled and said “Sounds good. I'll see ya later” and he took off. He began his way back down the street and his mind began to wander. Josh and AJ (another boy who lived in Sunrise Place and was Josh's age) hadn't been around much all summer. After they had come back from camp in July, they were almost never around. Jake wondered whether or not to be suspicious of what Josh was doing in his spare time.



Jake got home and decided to watch some more T.V., despite not much being on. He was getting bored and could think of nobody else to hang out with. His two best friends, Robbie and Tyler, were busy, as Tyler was still on vacation and Robbie was in the hospital, having just had his tonsils removed. Jake could think of nothing to do as he slowly drifted off to sleep...


--


It was Christmas time and the Austen's were heading to a family reunion in Colorado.



It was a fairly long drive from home and Claire was stressed out by the pressure of packing. She and Josh were already late in picking up Nicole and Jake, and the fact that Josh wasn't co-operating was not helping.



“I don't want to Mom!” cried the eight-year-old Josh. Tears were streaming down his red face and he was trembling.



“I don't care whether you want to or not Josh! You are going to put on that diaper!” She was on the brink of screaming, which was not consoling to Josh.



Josh pleaded, “But I promise I won't have an accident.” His tears continued to flow.



“But that's the point, you can't control it! It's a long drive and we aren't stopping until we get there! So you are going to put one on in case you do! Besides, what if you don't and you wet your pants!” Claire's voice was steadily getting louder and more frustrated.



“But what if Jake finds out?” cried Josh, who was now talking through sobs, “He'll think I'm a little baby!”



“Well that is exactly what you're acting like!” Claire nearly shouted, “Now, do I have to put it on or can you be a big boy and do it yourself?”



“But I don't-



Claire cut him off, “Now Josh!”



“But mom-



“Joshua Daniel Austin get that diaper on this instant!” Screamed Claire.



Now knowing that there was no winning this argument, Josh took the pull-up from his mom and sulked towards the bathroom, crying the whole time. He entered the bathroom and stripped off his pants and underwear. He slipped the diaper up his legs and stared at himself in the mirror. He cried even more at how babyish he looked. The pull-up seemed so prominent. It wasn't extremely thick, but it had Toy Story prints on it and the fact it was so loud did not make him feel any better. He pulled his pants back up, leaving a semi-obvious bulge. He walked back out to the living room. His mom was waiting and she pulled back his pants to make sure it was indeed on. She nodded in approval and they headed out to the car and drove down the street to were Nicole and Jake stood waiting. They got in the car and drove away. Josh was comforted by the fact that neither of them knew what he was wearing.


--


Jake was suddenly awakened by the sound off his front door swinging open.



“Wake up, sleeping ugly!” yelled the familiar voice of Josh.



Jake was still a little groggy and couldn't think of a quick comeback so he just said “Shut up.”



“Oh you are the master of insults this afternoon.” commented the arriving AJ, “You'll need to smarten up for school tomorrow.”



“What do you mean this afternoon?” asked Jake, who decided to ignore the continuing insults.



“It's three o'clock man,” said Josh, “And we're going downtown for some ice cream. Now we were thinking about asking you to come, but I don't think your poor brain could take it.”



“Ice cream sounds good.” said Jake, whom was now standing up and stretching.



“Well then get your skateboard and let's get out of here,” said AJ.



So they took off out of Sunrise place and down the street, Jake on his skateboard and the other two on their bikes. Jake had always enjoyed skateboarding. He was fairly descent at it and he found it calming. He often competed in local competitions, which he seldom won but he still gained some small local popularity. The three made a left and stopped at the top of a large hill. This was one of many hills in the city of Hammer Bay. It was a small city in Northern California on the coast. Sunrise place was in the 'good section' of the town which was aptly named after the hills which it was located on. This was where all the rich or better-off families lived. Downtown, however was a different story. Gang wars plagued the streets, and it was never safe to walk alone there, no matter what the time of day.



They sat there for a minute, admiring the view before AJ said “let's race.”



“What?” Jake and Josh asked simultaneously.



“Come on, let's race down the hill,” he continued, his excitement was apparent “Come on, I dare you.”



The three boys were all self-proclaimed daredevils, and the gauntlet had been thrown down. “Alright,” said Josh, “but loser buys ice cream.”



“Deal,” agreed Jake, who was not concerned that he only had a skateboard. He knew he could beat them.



“On the count of three,” said AJ, “1, 2, 3!” And they were off, speeding down faster and faster. Jake was getting a sick adrenaline rush as the passing buildings became more and more blurry. He was going extremely fast and was soon just behind AJ. They were nearing the bottom of the hill. Jake shot him a cocky look just before realizing a car had pulled up across their path. Jake had to bail to the side and was very lucky he landed on grass. The others barely stopped in time, leaving large skid marks on the road. Jake, who was now sporting a cut up elbow was just getting up to yell at the driver when he realized who's car it was. He stopped abruptly as the driver stepped out of the car.



“What the f*** are you f***in' idiots doing!” the driver shouted.



They all knew better than to give a comeback so Jake just looked at the ground and said “Sorry Tyson.”



Tyson was the 19-year-old brother of Jake's friend Robbie, and he was huge. He was ripped and stood at 6'5” at least. He also had a really long braided goatee which he had been growing since he could, which was about the age of 12.



“Sorry? You f***in' idiots could've f***in' killed yourselves,” Tyson continued.



AJ quickly added “Well parking your car there didn't help us out much.”



Tyson shot AJ such a nasty look it almost put a hole in him. If anyone else had said this, they'd most likely be in the ICU within the hour, but Tyson had always liked us. “I oughta crack everyone of your skulls, but by the looks of things you'll do it yourself sooner than later.”



His tone was calming, so Jake knew that they were off the hook. Tyson continued, “What are you guys up to anyway?”



“We're just heading downtown for some ice cream” said Josh.



Tyson looked concerned at this and said “Well be careful down there, there's a bunch of thugs hangin' around and I don't want none of you guys getting' beat up.”



“That's a little hypocritical,” AJ commented, “as you were just threatening to kill us.”



“Just be careful alright,” Tyson said as he stepped back into his car, “and if you need anything just come by the pool hall (where he worked).” Tyson shut the door, but rolled down the window and added “Oh, by the way, watch your mouth...” and he said AJ's real name, which he hated, and he drove off.



“Bastard,” muttered AJ under his breath.



They took off again, taking the main roads to avoid any confrontation with the gangs. Surely enough as they rode down the sidewalk, they came across many shady individuals who looked like nothing more than trouble. Eventually, they arrived at the ice cream store. Josh and AJ locked up their bikes but Jake brought his skateboard in with him so it wouldn't be stolen. They walked in and each ordered what they wanted.



AJ was first in line and when he arrived at the cashier he said “You gonna get this Josh?” Josh gave him a look which implied that implied he could go directly to a much warmer climate.



“Alright, alright,” said AJ, “I just thought you'd pay since you were in last place when we stopped.”



“I just like to be the underdog, ya know?” said Jake “The guy that comes form behind and beats you all by a mile. The press really digs that kind of stuff.”



Jake added “I could beat you with my eyes closed.”



“Ya,” laughed AJ, “'cause you'd be dreaming!”



“Hmm Hmm,” the cashier cleared her throat and she had an impatient look on her face.



Everyone ended up paying for their own.



They decided to eat their ice cream inside so they wouldn't be bothered by anyone. They were enjoying themselves and were just starting to discuss why chocolate is so much better than vanilla and who the idiot was that came up with the pistachio flavour when a loud ringing came from Josh's jacket.



“Oh shit,” cursed Josh. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and began to talk.



“Since when do you have a cell phone?” Jake asked, but Josh merely held up his wands and walked away, talking quietly the whole time.



“Since when does he have a cell phone?” Jake repeated the question to AJ.



“It's for work,” replied AJ, who was looking a little shocked himself about the interruption.



“He has a job?” Jake asked wide-eyed. He hadn't heard a word of this before.



“We do, yes,” continued AJ, before adding “well, it's like a job, but I can't really say much about it.”



Jake went on “and why's that?” Curiosity was consuming him. He felt as though he was learning less and less with every answer he got.



AJ smiled and leaned across the table, “Because then,” he said in a sinister voice, “I'd have to kill you.”



“You are so very funny,” Jake said sarcastically, “but really-



He was cut off by a returning Josh. “We have to go now,” he said to AJ.



“Where?” asked Jake, turning from one to the other, “can I come?”



AJ nodded and said “It must be important, and in answer to your question, sorry but no.”



Jake continued “But I wa-



“Seriously man, this is something kind of private.” Josh said, and Jake could tell that there would be no changing his mind.



“Alright,” Jake complied in a disappointed voice.



“Sorry dude,” said AJ sincerely, “we'll hang out tomorrow, O.K.?”



“Sure,” said Jake, trying to hide the sadness he was feeling. The other two left but Jake just sat there. Josh and AJ had always included him in their doings, so why would hey leave him in the dark for something as important as being employed. It must be part of growing up, thought Jake as he got began to walk outside. Looking around, he saw gang members and thugs scattered everywhere, looking dangerous and hateful, and Jake knew he had never felt so alone in his entire life.



--



Josh was pouting when they arrived at the house his mom was not helping hi attitude.



“Josh come get your bag now, it's the third time I've asked you.” Claire was still upset about their confrontation that morning.



Josh simply walked around and grabbed his bag. His head was down and his lower lip was sticking out. He was no happy camper.



“Come on,” said the overly excited Jake, “let's go see grandma!” Jake grabbed his arm and dragged him along.



“Let go!” shouted Josh as he pulled his arm back. Jake looked a little confused, apparently unable to comprehend how he could not be so ecstatic. So he decided to go along alone, running up the stairs to the front door. He knocked as hard as he could until the door was opened by an elderly woman.



“Why hello there!” said Jake and Josh's grandmother, “And how are you Jacob?”



“Good!” shouted Jake as he hugged her, but quickly moved on to his grandfather, who was further back inside.



“And how's my other favourite grandson?” She said looking at Josh.



“Be polite,” Claire whispered from behind him.



“Good,” replied Josh and he put on a fake smile and hugged her.



“My, my, you are getting big aren't you?” She asked. Josh nodded and moved on.



As it was late, there was little time for talking with the other family members, so after a quick drink, Jake and Josh decided to head to bed. As the two headed downstairs to where the rest of the kids were asleep, Josh stopped and said “I have to see my mom.”



“Alright,” said the still hyperactive Jake.



Josh walked into his mom's bedroom where she was unpacking. She looked up at him and stared for a moment, wondering why he was there before coming to a quick realization.



“Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry honey,” she said rushed over to him to help him take off his pants. Soon revealed was the wet diaper which he had been wearing for the better part of the day. She quickly took it off and put it in a garbage pale. Sounding as though she really felt bad, she went on “I'm so sorry I forgot Josh,” she paused and examined him, “and it looks like you might have a little diaper rash. We'll have to get cream for that. I think grandma will have some.”



Claire looked up and saw tears trickling from his eyes. She hugged him for a long while. After some time she stood up and said “I'll be right back”. Josh just sat there, half naked, still sobbing quietly. When she came back she had some cream with her.



“Now Josh, you'll have to wear a real diaper tonight because we didn't bring pull-ups and you're little cousins happen to have some here. I'll also have to put it on you because you won't be able to do it by yourself. Is that alright?” Josh merely nodded, and he was still crying.



She laid him down on his back and lifted up his legs. She slid the diaper under him but before strapping it on she covered his entire private area with cream for his rash. She then flipped the diaper up and taped the straps. It was very babyish and it had Barney prints on it.



Unsatisfied, Claire said “I think you'll need two, just in case.”



Indeed the diaper, though just barely big enough, would most likely not hold all an eight-year-old had to offer. She repeated the process of diapering. With two diapers on now, Josh felt very much like a baby and he continued to cry. The double-diaper seemed huge. Claire hugged him and told him to go to bed. He slipped his boxers on over the diapers, leaving a large bulge. He cried even more.



“Everyone will find out,” he sobbed.



Claire then asked “why don't you sleep up here with me?”



Josh nodded and he and Claire laid down in bed and soon were both asleep, the long day taking it's toll on them. Josh was comforted by the fact that his problem was private. But he was mistaken, as Jake sat outside the bedroom door. He was shocked at what he had just heard while waiting for Josh. His older cousin needed to wear diapers to bed!



--


Jake stood there looking up and down the street, wondering what to do. He couldn't call Nicole to come pick him up and there was no way he was walking home alone. After all, Tyson had said not to. That was it! Jake thought. He would head over to the Pool Hall. It was only a few blocks away, but he would have to take some back streets, which did not excite him. But seeing no other option, he got on his skateboard and rolled off.



His heart was pumping at 100 miles per hour. As he rode down the sidewalk as fast as he possibly could, he saw all sorts of people staring at him. H was feeling terribly nervous and he accelerated. The turn off to the Pool Hall was coming up quickly. He was almost there. Jake turned around a corner and off the main street he was on and immediately saw the last thing on earth he wanted to see. A group of five guys standing against the side of a building, all wearing blue, the colour of the most dangerous local gang. His skateboard came to a screeching halt and he stared at them in fear. His heart pumped even faster when they stared back, and it almost came out of his chest as they began to come towards him. Jake could see his destination at the far end of the street. The thugs came closer and closer. Jake was beginning to sweat and he had no idea how he was going to get past them. Suddenly, his eyes fell upon narrow alleyway between two nearby buildings. Without knowing where it would take him, Jake picked up his skateboard and ran down the alley as fast as he could. He could hear the guys chasing him so he sped up. Now Jake was never really athletic, but he managed to reach near-Olympic speeds that day as he ran for health if not life. He heart was pounding and he had never been so scared in his life. The alley turned right so Jake changed his direction and continued sprinting. His heart lifted at the sight of the back of the building he knew was the Pool Hall. He jumped over a fallen garbage can ran faster still. He was almost there. 20 feet. 15 feet. He saw the back door. 10 feet. He knew he'd be safe soon. But then the sudden impact of one of the gang members pouncing on him brought him to the ground. Jake fell hard and he could feel his skateboard break under him. He knew he was going to get hurt now. He almost began to cry, but he didn't. He wanted to look strong.



“What were you running from gringo?” asked an arriving thug.



“Just let me go please.” Jake pleaded “I got no problem with you guys.” They just laughed and the guy who tackled him picked him up and held him still. Jake struggled but he was helpless against them.



“If you got no problem with us then why were you running?” the one guy asked again.



“Maybe he's from the North Shore.” said a fat thug who had only recently caught up.



“Is that it?” the apparent leader and questioner asked, “are you one of those North Shore punks?” Jake knew that they would beat the hell put of him if he was, for their rival gang was from the north side of town.



“I, I'm from the Hills,” Jake stammered. He was terrified and his heart was trying to get in as many beats in as it could in case this was the end.



“Well,” the leader continued, “what is a rich bitch like you doing downtown. Trying to act tough maybe? Well lets see how tough you are.”



Knowing what was coming Jake screamed for help but was silenced by a punch to the face. Jake fell to the ground and the thugs were on top of him, kick and punching him as hard as they could. Jake just took it, knowing there was no way he could fight back. And then it was over as soon as it had begun. Tyson and a few other guys came running out of the Pool Hall wielding pool queues and other such weapons. They chased off the gang and managed to get a few good hits in as well. When they were all gone Tyson came over to Jake, helped him up and took him inside.



When they got in Jake was taken to the back room and laid down on a couch. Tyson but an small bag of ice over his eye. Jake was crying quietly and he could tell he would have a black eye tomorrow. His lip was bleeding and his wrist was really sore. After getting him as comfortable as possible, Tyson began to question him.



“Where the f*** are the other two?” he asked in a half-scared-half-angry voice.



Jake responded trough tears “They left me at the ice cream place because they got called into work. I decided to come hear because you said to but then I saw those guys and they chased me down and they broke my skateboard and they beat me up and-



“Whoa whoa whoa slow down buddy,” said Tyson. Jake was silenced and he continued, “Where the hell do they work?” Jake shrugged and Tyson went on, “And they just left you there alone?”



“Yeah,” Jake said. He was still shaken up.



“Those f***in' idiots!” Tyson yelled as he punched a nearby wall. “What the hell were they thinking? I told you guys to stick together and they f***in' leave you there!”



Suddenly realizing that he was not helping Jake's condition, he calmed down and said “Look, you're going to be alright for the most part, but I think your wrist might be broken and you're a little cut up. I'm gonna call Nicole and she's gonna come pick you up and take you to the hospital, alright?”



Jake nodded and looked up at Tyson. He had just chased of a group of dangerous gang members and he looked as though nothing had happened. Jake knew that he had never been in a gang but he also knew that Tyson could start and finish any fight he wanted to. Most people wouldn't risk their lives to help some kid, but Tyson was different. Jake knew he didn't like to admit it, but he was.



“Thanks,” said Jake.



Tyson looked back at him and said “Yeah sure. Whatever,” and then he left the room.



As Jake sat there nursing his wrist he thought about where Josh and AJ might work. He was considering possibilities such as a fast food restaurant or convenient store, but if that where so why would they make it a big secret? Jake thought about things they would want to keep private and nothing came to mind. The more he wondered the more confused he became. What could be so important that they had to leave him alone downtown? Jake wasn't really mad at them but for doing so, but he was still curious. Jake then realized how much trouble they would be in when their parents found out. He wondered if Josh and AJ would be mad at him for rating them out. They might never speak to him again. Why would they? After all, they were already leaving him out of their current affairs. Jake began to feel worse and worse, and he was sore allover.



Just then Tyson came back in. “How you doin'?” he asked.



“Not so bad, considering what happened.” replied Jake.



“I talked to Nicole, she'll be right here.” Tyson went on, “I told her that you came down here to play some pool and you got attacked. I didn't want to get those other two into too much trouble, though they might deserve it.” he added in a bit of an angrier tone.



“Thanks,” said Jake, “I was just thinking about that.”



“Yeah, well, I'm still gonna talk to them about it.” Tyson said and it was clear the 'talking' would be more of a yelling.



“Don't go too hard on them,” Jake said quickly,“ I know they didn't mean for this to happen.”



Tyson looked at him like he was crazy before saying “You're a good kid, and they are too, but they need to learn some damn responsibility.”



Jake didn't continue to argue, so he changed the subject. He and Tyson talked about cars for awhile and then Nicole showed up. To say she was freaked out was and understatement. When she saw Jake she couldn't stop hugging him, but after thanking Tyson for the seventh time they left for the hospital.



“Are you gonna be alright, kiddo?” Nicole asked as they drove toward the hospital.



“I'm not sure, but isn't that why we're going?” Jake asked in a drowsy sort of voice. The pain was terrible and it was kind of making him feel dizzy. Nicole let out a small laugh but Jake could tell that she might be feeling worse than he was. Her freckled face was very pale and her long brown hair was in a mess.



“So these guys just attacked you?” Nicole questioned for what seemed like the hundredth time.



“Yeah,” Jake replied, “I decided to skateboard downtown to play some pool 'cause I was bored and they jumped me.” Jake hated lying to her, but he thought it was for the best.



“Well you know better than to go downtown alone.” Nicole lectured him.



“I sure do now,” Jake said flatly.



Nicole gave him a stern look. “That's not funny Jake. You could've gotten hurt a lot worse. You're pretty lucky you only-



“Nicole!” Jake yelled as she was about to miss the turn off to the hospital. She quickly spun the car around and drove right down the exit. The whole thing looked quite amazing, considering it was in the middle of a busy street.



“That was sweet!” said Jake excitedly.



“Let's just go.” Nicole said as they parked and got out.



Jake hadn't been to the hospital in some time though is hadn't changed. It still felt like a dreary, morbid place. They checked in and Jake was quickly taken to get an x-ray. The nurse doing this was a bitter old lady who almost seemed sad to tell Jake that it wasn't a very bad break and he would only need a cast for about 4 weeks. He was excited to get a cast, as he had never had one before. The entire process of this was long and quite uneventful, until they returned to the lobby.



“Miss Austin?” a voice questioned from behind them. Jake and Nicole wheeled around simultaneously to see two police officers standing right before them.



“May I help you?” Nicole asked curtly.



“No,” the same officer replied, “but Jake here might be able to. After you informed the nurse here about what happened, she did the right thing and called us. We would just like to ask Jake about his attackers.”



“Oh, sure.” said Jake. For a second he thought this might be about Nicole's car stunt outside so he was caught a little off guard. One of the officers took out a notebook and was ready to write the information down. Jake started, “Um, well they were all wearing their blue gang colours. I didn't really see all of them, there were five, but the one guy holding me was pretty big, and his head was shaved. There was also a fat guy and the guy that hit me was kinda short.” The cops exchanged looks and Jake new his description wasn't very helpful.



“What nationality were these men?” asked the officer with the pen.



“I dunno,” said Jake “they were mostly white, I guess. One guy might have been Hispanic, but I'm not sure.”



The other officer then asked “were there any distinguishing features on any of the individuals?”



“I don't think so, but then again I didn't check. I was a little preoccupied.” Jake was getting annoyed. How the heck was he supposed to know? He didn't stop to check what his attackers looked like.



“Anything else?” asked one officer in a less patient tone.



“I don't think so.” said Jake.



“Thank you for your time.” said the officer with the pen. “We'll keep you updated.”



“No problem,” said Jake and they left.



“You handled that well,” Nicole said from behind him.



He didn't even have time to respond. As soon as he opened his mouth somebody ran up to him and semi-tackled him. Jake stumbled but did not go down. He looked to see who it was and found his friend Robbie holding onto him. He could tell because he was shorter and nobody else wore there hair in a ponytail and shaved the sides of their heads.



“Don't resist dirt bag!” said Robbie “You're under arrest!”



“It's nice to see you too,” Jake said as he pushed Robbie off of him, “You sound terrible.” It was true, his voice was raspy and unclear.



“I know, it's my stupid tonsils, or lack thereof. I feel fine though and I get to go home tonight.” Robbie stated and then asked “what's with the cops and the cast?”



Jake had been ready for the question and quickly replied “I got attacked downtown by some thugs and they beat me up. Your brother saved me though, and the cops just wanted to know what they looked like.”



Robbie stared at him wide-eyed. “You got attacked by a gang? That is so awesome!”



“Oh yeah, it was fantastic,” Jake said sarcastically. The two continued to talk for several minutes while Nicole signed some papers at the front desk.



“We gotta go,” said Nicole a while later and she added “It's good to see you're doing better Robbie.”



“Thanks,” he replied, “I'll see you tonight.”



Nicole began to walk off and Jake whispered to Robbie “I'll tell you the rest later. Come to the tire park at 8:00.”



“There's more?” Robbie asked, “That's awesome!”


--



Jake couldn't believe what he had just heard. He lay in bed thinking about it for what seemed like hours. Josh, his older and tougher cousin, had to wear diapers to bed. That was so weird. He knew that lots of kids had problems with wetting the bed, but he would have never expected that Josh did. It was unbelievable. He then thought that maybe this was only temporary, that Josh was just sick or something. Jake temporarily convinced this to himself and he finally managed to drift off to sleep.



Josh woke up early the next morning. Claire was still asleep beside him. He could feel that his diapers were wet. He reached down his boxers and felt that surely enough the first one had soaked right through with pee and the second was quite full. He felt bad that he had wet again. This seemed to happen three or four times a week ever since his dad had gone away. Claire had been tolerant for the first two weeks or so but she later decided to put him in pull-ups, which is devastating news for any 5-year-old. Now, three years later, he wet the bed uncontrollably. He seldom had accidents during the day, but for road trips and other such things he had been forced to wear his pull-ups. He had been to the doctor and to a psychiatrist but they all said it was simply part of growing up for some kids. Claire had tried alarms and waking him up in the middle of the night but noting else seemed to work. So Josh wore pull-ups, which he was still small enough for. Josh thought they were just diapers that a kid could put on by himself, and he had once asked about wearing Goodnites. Claire was not keen on the idea, stating that they were more expensive and that they were thinner and would leak. Josh had seen commercials for them and thought they would be less embarrassing, but Claire had her mind set. Josh was to wear pull-ups until he could go a month without an accident, which didn't seem likely to happen any time soon.



Josh hated laying in bed awake, especially when covered in cold urine, so he got up, took off his boxers and began to strip the diapers off. Seeing them at his feet and knowing he had to use them just like an infant didn't make him feel any better. He began to scratch his rash, which he refused to acknowledge as diaper rash as he considered that to sound infantile.



His movements awoke Claire and she got up slowly. Seeing Josh standing there, she asked “You had an accident last night?” Josh nodded. “Would you like me to put some creme on it?” Josh nodded again.



It was embarrassing to have his mom rubbing creme around his privates, but if it made the itching go away, he didn't care. She was soon finished and he got dressed and headed to the kitchen. Claire went back to sleep. The hall was quiet and Josh wondered just how early it was. When he entered the kitchen he saw his grandpa sitting there drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper.



“An early riser, eh?” His grandpa asked.



“Yep,” said Josh and he took a chair across the table from him. “What time is it?” He wondered aloud.



“Oh, about 7:30,” he answered. “Everyone else is asleep still, but I've already been to the store and back.”



“Wow,” Josh exclaimed.



His grandpa continued, “Yeah, I always get up early. I had to with work and when I retired I thought I would sleep in all day. But here I am, awake since 6:00. I guess old habits never die.”



Josh was about to comment when Jake entered the room. He looked shocked to see it's current occupants.



“Two of ya!” grandpa laughed, “And why are you up at this hour Jake?”



Jake kept staring at Josh as he took a seat and said “I couldn't sleep much.” His voice and appearance showed that this was true, as he looked very tired.



Josh felt uncomfortable with Jake staring at him and they sat in silence for what seemed like ages. The silence was broken when their grandpa decided to make them breakfast.



“What do you wanna do today?” Josh asked Jake. His only response was a shrug. Josh was curious as to why Jake was acting so weird.



Jake however couldn't get over the fact that his cousin who wet the bed was now so normal. He felt bad for thinking it but he believed that Josh would be acting differently, at least, more babyish. But here his older cousin sat, acting the same as always. Jake wondered why he found this so strange and it began to bother him. He was brought back to reality when his grandpa began to speak.



“I think you kids are going into town to do some last-minute Christmas shopping with Claire and Nicole.” He said from behind the counter.



“Cool,” said Josh, but Jake didn't say anything.



Later that day they did go into town. They looked around in all the local shops which both kids found very boring. Eventually this became apparent to the other two.



“The kids are bored Claire,” said Nicole in a hushed voice, “Why don't I take them to get a snack while you get the other stuff?”



“Sounds good,” Claire answered. “So we'll meet back at the car at four.” Nicole took the boys and began to walk down the street with them.



“Where's my mom going?” Josh asked.



“Oh just to get some Christmas things,” Nicole replied.



“Presents!” shouted Jake “She's going to get presents.”



“Oh sorry Jake,” Nicole said sadly “you don't get any presents this year.”



“What!” Jake yelled in a fury.



Nicole looked at him blandly and said “It was a joke, Jake.”



“I knew that!” Jake shouted, as if volume would convince them.



“Did not.” said Josh.



“Did too!” Jake replied more angrily.



“Stop it.” Nicole said firmly, “You're both acting like little babies. Now settle down and let's find something to eat.” This comment silenced both kids, Josh because of the apparent truth of the statement, and Jake because he knew full well what that truth was.



--


After stopping at Mcdonalds to get some supper, Jake and Nicole returned home. Nicole had wanted Jake to stay home and get some rest, citing that he had had a long day and school started tomorrow, but Jake insisted on meeting Robbie. In the end she let in and let him go.



“Be home by quarter-to-nine!” She yelled from the kitchen as he walked out the door.



“Alright!” he called back, and he set off for the tire park.



The tire park was a small playground on the edge of a local park. It was located close to between downtown and the Hills. It was usually a safe place to be until sundown, when the gangs occasionally came there to fight. It was also the hangout place for Jake and his friends. It was pretty much just a field with nine or ten massive tires standing in random positions in the center of it. It was actually pretty cool. When Jake arrived he found Robbie already sitting on the tallest tire.



“You're late!” exclaimed Robbie.



“You're just early,” Jake replied, “and besides, you live closer.” Robbie actually lived on another on of 'the hills' which was reserved for more wealthy people. Robbie's parents were both doctors and they were well off, but Robbie would be just as happy if things were different. He didn't care about money, his only interests were wrestling and skateboarding.



“Soooooo,” Robbie continued, “Tell me the about the rest of your little mishap today.”



Jake was getting pretty tired of retelling the events which he probably would have proffered to forget about, but he had said he would tell Robbie and he did. He recounted the whole story, of how Josh and AJ had mysterious jobs and that it had been so important to them that they go back. He explained in as much detail as possible how he had been chased down and that Tyson had saved him.



“Tyson never saved my life,” said Robbie after Jake had finished.



“He actually doesn't seem like the hero type,” Jake admitted before adding “but I'm sure lucky he came.”



“If I see him, I'll give him your regards” he said. Tyson didn't live with Robbie. He had his own apartment with some girl downtown.



Changing the subject, Jake said “So, how 'bout school tomorrow?”



“It sucks,” Robbie said drearily, “At least we're not the youngest anymore. Grade seven should be sweet. Though we gotta put up with Mr. Jameson again this year.” Mr. Jameson had been their vice-principal the previous year and he didn't enjoy their daredevil attitude.



“Maybe he lightened up a bit over the summer.” Jake suggested.



“I doubt it,” Robbie shook his head, “I think some people are just born mean.” Jake laughed a little and they began reminiscing all the crazy stunts they had pulled the previous year, which included trying to back flip while jumping from a swing and riding there bikes through the gym. The latter had gotten both suspended for a week, but it had been sweet. Freaking out the teacher while the class cheered on was always a good time. The sun began to slip down the horizon and Jake and Robbie noticed two people approaching from the street.



“Who is that?” Jake asked.



Robbie looked closer and said “I dunno. Think we should go?”



“No, wait, I think it's Josh and AJ.” Jake said, though he had to strain his eyes to tell. Surely enough, it was those exact two walking towards them.



“Hey,” Josh said once they arrived.



“Hey,” said Jake, unable to read either of the newcomers emotions.



“How's your wrist?” AJ asked quietly.



“Oh, it's fine I guess.” Jake replied slightly confused. “How did you know about it?”



“We just, uh, talked to Tyson,” Josh replied. His eyes were staring at a fixed spot on the ground. “He told us everything. How you got beat up 'cause we left but you covered for us anyway. That was cool. Thanks.”



“Whatever. It's no big.” Jake shrugged but inside he was immensely happy. He had expected the other two to be mad at him.



“Ya, it is,” Josh said “You got hurt pretty bad and it could've been worse. We never should have left you there.”



“I'm sure whatever you were doing was important,” said Jake. He wasn't trying to be bitter, he sincerely believed that whatever their job was it was a big deal to them, and he told them that.



“Still,” AJ said, “Are we cool?”



“Of course!” Jake replied, smiling. An awkward moments then occurred. Josh went to give Jake their signature handshake (which they had adopted from 'The School of Rock'), but this was made impossible due to Jake's cast. They all laughed and began talking about how good summer had been.



After a while, a car pulled up and Tyson came out. He walked over to the group and looked around. “You're all idiots. Do you know what time it is? It's f***ing 9:30. Mom sent me to get you,” he said in reference to Robbie, “and I damn well know you should be home.” he said as he stared a Jake.



“Nicole is gonna kill me.” Jake groaned, “I better go.”



“Yeah, we should go too.” said AJ. Jake noticed that neither Josh or AJ was looking at Tyson and he knew that he must have given them a hard time before.



They said their goodbyes and headed home. The walk home was much slower since it was all uphill, and soon Jake began to get cold.



“Take my jacket,” offered Josh as he handed it to him.



“Th-thanks,” Jake said as he shivered.



Eventually, they got back to Sunrise place. AJ headed back to his home after promising to make it up to Jake. They soon arrived at Jake's house. Josh and he said goodnight and Jake knew that he and Josh were on good terms.


--



Nicole, Jake and Josh soon arrived back at the vehicle. They were still eating the goodies they had bought from a chocolate shop and there spirits were high. Claire had been waiting for them. They drove back to their grandparent's house and Nicole and Claire begun to unload to back of the car. Jake was told not to look as there were presents. Jake got excited at hearing this. He couldn't see what was in the bag now, but he planned to check later.



After eating that night, Josh and Jake went downstairs to play video games with their older cousins. They didn't do very well but they were having a great time. He felt like he and Josh were a team again. Jake soon came to realize that just because Josh wet the bed and wore pull-ups didn't mean he was a baby. He was just an ordinary kid who had a slight problem. Jake still considered Josh not only his favourite cousin but his best friend as well.



Later on, when they were getting ready for bed, Josh got called upstairs.



“Josh, come get ready for bed!” Claire's voice rang from upstairs.



“I, um, my Mom wants me,” said Josh nervously.



“Whatever,” said Jake. He knew full well that Josh was going to get diapered but he didn't care anymore.



Josh ran upstairs and Jake decided to go brush his teeth. As he stood in the bathroom, something caught his eye. He opened the door slightly and he saw Claire going into a closet. Jake then noticed that the presents were in there. Jake tried to sneak a look at what his presents might be but the first thing he saw shocked him more than anything he thought he would find. There, half-sticking out of one of the bags was a huge pack of Huggies boys pull-ups. Jake then knew that Josh would in diapers for a long time.



--

Jake walked inside to find Nicole sleeping on the couch. He woke here up and she wasn't angry, she just told him to go to bed. When he got to his room Jake realized he was still wearing Josh's jacket. As he took it off, though, some stuff fell out of the pocket. He leaned over and picked them up. They were pictures. Jake turned them over and was shocked to see what he did. There, in front of his eyes was Josh, as he looked now, wearing a huge, puffy white diaper. It was giant. Jake was dumbfounded even more when the look on Josh's face showed pleasure.



Hello... ]]> Finished Stories Slang http://www.adisc.org/forum/finished-stories/16337-farsight-ch-1-a.html Ghost Stories - A Halloween Tale http://www.adisc.org/forum/finished-stories/16210-ghost-stories-halloween-tale.html Sat, 31 Oct 2009 21:37:21 GMT Kayla picked herself up off of the floor, dusting imaginary dirt from her jeans as she glared at her tormentors, daring to sneak a glance towards the... Kayla picked herself up off of the floor, dusting imaginary dirt from her jeans as she glared at her tormentors, daring to sneak a glance towards the door, only to find that, as it turned out, they -were- bright enough to think of blocking her way to it.

"Now," said Margie, folding her arms in front of her chest and staring down at her prey, "are you going to do it yourself, or are we going to have to do it for you?" The question seemed all the more imposing since Margie was posing it while dressed as a dominatrix, complete with whip and high heeled boots.

At least, Kayla thought, they were giving her a choice. Usually she didn't get that much. It had been a long, humiliating couple of weeks, which had stretched her patience, and her tolerance for embarrassment, nearly to their breaking point. But now - this one time - she was getting a choice. It was almost enough to make her laugh. Instead, she unbuttoned her jeans, yanking them down off of her legs after kicking her shoes free, tossing them into a pile on the floor.

"Good," Margie nodded her approval. "Now keep going."

Kayla reluctantly pulled off her shirt, and then, after a glanced from Margie to tell her to keep going, her bra, letting them join her pants on the floor, leaving her in her socks and a thick, disposable diaper. A week or two ago, she would have been curled up on the floor in the fetal position at the thought of anyone seeing her like that, but these girls were quite familiar with the sight, so she tried to act bored instead, hiding her anxiety about what was coming next.

"Jean," Margie said simply, holding out her hand. One of the other girls, dressed as a nurse from the hospital with the world's most impractical dress code, walked up, handing Margie something large and crinkly. For a moment, Kayla was expecting plastic pants, or something like that, but then Margie unfolded it, unfurling it into a large, opaque pink plastic bib, not like the little ones they'd forced her to wear in the cafeteria at lunchtime, but one that would cover her whole chest, with what looked like a long pocket along the bottom, for catching any spills.

Margie tied it around Kayla's neck, then tied its other strap, near the bottom, behind Kayla's back, to her relief - this would be bad enough without flashing the world whenever the wind got up. She looked down at the bib, saw a teddy bear eating an ice cream cone staring back up at her. Could have been worse, she told herself. Jean giggled at the sight of her, but Jean would giggle at anything. Not that Kayla didn't also think she looked ridiculous, dressed up like this.

The last of the girls stepped forward, away from the door, leaving that avenue of escape open. If, of course, Kayla could get past the other two girls standing so close to her, and if she actually wanted to leave the bathroom, dressed as she was. At this point, she would much prefer to stay there for as long as she could, but that wasn't happening.

"Sit down," said Cora, the little bell around her neck ringing. She was supposed to be a black cat, though one with large patches of precisely tanned skin on its stomach and legs, as it apparently didn't have enough fur to cover all those areas.

Kayla let herself have a tiny chuckle as she sat down on the toilet at the girl's bidding, something these three had been denying her for so long, even if this time didn't really count, either. She let Cora pull the socks off her feet and replace them with lace-trimmed ankle socks, and a pair of black Mary-Janes, the only flat soled shoes currently being worn by anyone in the room, a fact that made Kayla feel even smaller and more out of place as she stood up.

"Isn't she cute?" Margie cooed condescendingly, looking her up and down. "Do you think the diaper's thick enough?"

Kayla knew better than to answer that, as much as she wanted to. Luckily, Jean said, "If we double it, nobody will be able to tell when she wets it."

"True," Margie nodded. "And then they wouldn't realize how much of a baby our little girl really is." Kayla let out a frustrated sigh, unable to keep it inside anymore. "What's wrong, Kays?" Kayla shook her head, but it was too late for that now. "Are you being fussy with me?" Margie demanded. "You ought to be thanking me, -baby-, for letting you do this tonight, the one night when maybe nobody will realize this isn't just another costume... Not if you go through with it." Margie walked away, casually scooping Kayla's clothes up off of the floor. "Of course, if you back out now, the pictures go up, and then everyone from school who sees you running home like that," she nodded at Kayla's outfit with a half-grin, "will, I'm sure, be just so curious about why you chose such a unique costume that they'll be dying to look you up on Facebook... And then when they see those pictures, I'm sure they'll be curious about those urls on them..."

It wouldn't do her any good to explain it all again, to remind them that those original pictures had been a joke, one night of silliness that she'd been silly enough to put evidence of online, nor that the websites that had taken her pictures and branded them with their addresses, websites full of people actually into this sort of thing, had done so completely without her consent, or even knowledge. And she knew it wouldn't do any good to explain it to the rest of the school, either, if she didn't go along with these bitches, and they actually went through with it. So Kayla just kept her mouth shut - until Margie fished the pacifier she'd been hoping they'd forget about out of Kayla's jeans pocket and rinsed it off before shoving it in her mouth - fighting to keep calm, pretend this was just another Halloween.

"You guys just wait," she mumbled under her breath. She had assumed they weren't listening, too busy adjusting their own costumes, but Cora turned, a predatory grin on her face.

"What was that?" she asked, advancing slowly. "Are you complaining again?" Jean giggled as she watched the scene, with Margie pretending she didn't notice, though her eyes kept glancing over every few seconds. Kayla backed up instinctively, only getting a couple steps before running into the wall.

"I-I wasn't complaining," she said quickly. "I'm just saying.... Wait."

"For what?" Cora demanded, stretching one hand out to the wall behind Kayla's head, leaning in closer to the girl. "What are you up to?"

"Just... Wait until Emmett comes."

"Emmett? Who the hell is that? Don't tell me you actually have a boyfriend?!" Cora laughed in her face, but Kayla simply shrugged.

"It's just an old urban legend," she said. "Haven't you ever heard it?" Cora shook her head suspiciously. "Well, I went on the ghost walk last year, so I heard about it there... There was this..."

"Yeah, don't care," Cora interrupted, getting out of Kayla's face finally, turning her back on her. "No urban legend is going to save you tonight."

"Let's get going," Margie said, finally ready. She pulled the door open, making Kayla try to hide behind the other two girls as the rest of the gas station they were in came into view. They grabbed her, pushing her in front of them, Cora keeping a firm hand around her wrist, but, luckily, the place turned out to be empty anyway, other than Jackie, a friend of the girls who worked there, sitting cross-legged behind the counter doing her nails. "Here, you can keep track of the baby's costume until we get back," Margie told her, tossing Kayla's clothes behind the counter as she bent over, snatching up an armful of hollow, plastic jack-o-lanterns and handing them out.

Kayla could only stare at hers as they herded her towards the exit, her dragging feet not slowing them at all. They had never mentioned trick-or-treating, but then, what else did she expect? Her breathing picked up its pace as the warm night air closed around her, replacing the air conditioning from the store, but she reminded herself to try to act normally, no matter how uncomfortable and exposed she felt. She'd never be caught outside wearing so little, even if the clothing were something more mature. She was just happy that Margie was leading them away from her own house...

Jean fell behind the others, slowing as she began tossing her trick or treat pail up in the air as they walked, catching it by the handle and spinning it around before slinging it back upwards. "Why do people make jack-o-lanterns, anyway?" she mused, staring at the toothy, plastic grin on hers for a moment. "I mean, who came up with the idea of cutting faces in pumpkins and lighting them up?"

It was obvious she was just wondering out loud to herself, but that didn't stop Kayla from answering, in a quiet voice, with, "Stingy Jack."

"Huh?" Jean stopped, surprised to have anyone pay attention, missing her bucket, though she managed to catch it on its second bounce, pouncing down on it smoothly.

"Stingy Jack," Kayla repeated. "It's another old legend," she explained.

"Oh, shut up about your stupid legends," Cora rolled her eyes, thumping Kayla on the back of her head with her pumpkin.

But Kayla could see that Jean was interested, and fell back, taking out her pacifier and keeping pace with her while the other two walked ahead, Margie eyeing her suspiciously. "Stingy Jack was this guy who was... well.. stingy. Anyway, he trapped the devil somehow, and made him promise not to take his soul once he died. But then once he did die, he couldn't get into heaven, either, so he was stuck walking the earth. The devil gave him a piece of coal from hell to light his path, and so Jack made a lantern out of a pumpkin to put the coal in. Well, a turnip originally, but..."

She trailed off as she realized Margie and Cora had stopped at what was obviously their first house. Kayla squirmed nervously, one hand tugging at the back of her diaper, making sure it wasn't going to fall off or anything - though she wasn't sure how much worse that would have been, honestly - before joining the other, clamped tightly around the handle of her pumpkin pail. It was late enough that most of the little kids were already off to bed, so the streets had been pretty empty so far. But now she was about to be put on display, shown off like a doll....

Her stomach started to tie itself in knots as they made their way across the lawn, Margie and Cora making their way behind her, to keep her from hanging too far back, or just flat out running away. It felt like that first day again, back when they'd cornered her at the locker room at school with Margie's laptop, then forcibly diapered her. She'd wanted more than anything to just stay hidden the whole day, but they'd forced her out into the halls, heart pumping and pants crinkling - less so than she'd feared, as it turned out, but still enough to be nerve-wracking for the first week or so. Only now, it wasn't just a little noise and a tiny bit of added bulk she was trying to hide, and all she had to do it with was a little plastic pumpkin, which she was holding in front of her diaper, though she knew it was nowhere near big enough. The yard seemed to stretch on and on, making the walk take longer and longer, as she tried to make her gait seem normal, which only caused her slight waddle to become more pronounced.

And then, like a stretched rubber band being released, the yard seemed to shrink again, and, much too soon, she was at the front door. "Come on," Margie urged her after a moment of staring, "Knock." Kayla looked around at the three girls around her, swallowed, and knocked, hoping that, despite the front light being on, nobody would be home.

As should have been abundantly clear to her by that point, it was -not- her day. A few seconds later, the door opened, and, to make matters worse, she knew the person behind it. "Why, hello, Kathy!" said the old woman, someone from church whose name Kayla couldn't remember any more than she could apparently remember Kayla's.

Kayla didn't correct her, though she didn't know how much that would matter, as the woman looked over her disapprovingly. "Aren't you a little old for trick-or-treating, dear?" she asked, though Kayla knew what she was really asking was, "Don't you think you should have more clothes on, dear?" Kayla just forced herself to chuckle, glancing at Margie who nodded subtly at her until she held out her pumpkin, and the old woman dropped a little packet of M&Ms in, doing the same for the other girls.

"Good job!" Cora congratulated her as they walked away, patting her on the head. Kayla fought to keep from knocking the girl's hand away from her head, telling herself the woman didn't know her family that well, that she wouldn't bring it up next time they saw her. She could only hope she was right.

As they walked further into the neighborhood, they started to see more people out and about, older kids, and even some teenagers, including some people from school. Kayla couldn't help but try to hide the first time she noticed one of her classmates, but that just made Cora and Margie more eager to call that girl over, delighting at Kayla's red cheeks as she was complimented on her "Nice costume," with a laugh, though, as she was walking away, Kayla realized there wasn't really any more derision in the girl's voice than usual. That didn't make her feel any less like everyone passing by was staring at her, however.

And as they kept moving, getting closer and closer to their destination, the feeling just kept getting stronger, as she started to recognize more of the people in the doorways, and walking through the streets. There were more kids from school, all heading in the same direction, though, luckily, they all seemed to want to get there more quickly than Kayla's group. Even though she couldn't see it, that destination seemed to loom over Kayla, pulling her closer and closer to it, until, thankfully, Cora announced, "God, I need a smoke."

They wandered off the sidewalk, back a little ways to the train tracks that ran behind that particular neighborhood. There was a little bridge there, formed by the tracks, normally a popular hang-out for teenagers - Kayla had a feeling that was why Cora had suddenly needed a cigarette right there. However, at the moment, the place was deserted.

"Quiet," Jean commented, looking around, a slight edge of nerves in her voice.

"Well, of course," Kayla spoke up, sounding as confident as she could manage. "Don't you know?"

Jean shook her head, and even Cora seemed to be listening, as she fished a package of cigarettes and a lighter from her pumpkin, while Margie leaned against the edge of the tunnel, staring up at the tracks. "Well, there was this girl who lived in a house... over there, I think," Kayla said, pointing off, back towards the road. "And one night, her house caught on fire. There used to be a farm over, just beyond the tracks here, with a lake, so she took off to try to reach that, but she didn't make it, and she burned to death here, in the tunnel. So, you know, it's supposed to be haunted."

"And that happened on Halloween night, I assume?" Cora asked, raising an eyebrow as she put a cigarette to her mouth.

"No, I'm not sure when it happened," Kayla shrugged. "But... Well, spirits are supposed to be stronger on Halloween night. That's why you're supposed to wear a mask - so they won't recognize you. Anyway, they say if you light a match here, that girl will blow it out."

"Whatever," Cora rolled her eyes. "Do you have any idea how many times I've smoked here? Never once has anybody blown out my lighter."

Kayla shrugged again. "Like I said... Spirits are stronger on Halloween."

Cora held out her lighter towards Kayla dramatically, flicking it on. A tiny flame jumped to life, only to vanish a second later. Jean let out a tiny squeak. Cora shot her a dirty look before saying, "That's just a coincidence." She held the lighter a little closer to her the second time, however, only to have the same thing happen. "This is bullshit," she declared, shaking the lighter. "It's just broken, or something." She tried one more time.

This time, there was a huge rush of air from the tunnel, making Cora drop the lighter as if the whole thing had caught on fire, pushing Kayla and the other girls back a step in surprise, though not as much as the scream that followed it, loud, piercing, and full of pain. Without thinking, the girls started to run, back out to the road, though not before Kayla could snatch the lighter up from the ground.

Back on the sidewalk, with the streetlights illuminating their red, out of breath faces, the girls quickly stopped, feeling a bit foolish. "Who did you get to do that?" Cora demanded, shoving Kayla's shoulder roughly.

She shook her head in reply, saying, "How was I supposed to know we were gonna stop there?"

Cora didn't look convinced, but when Margie said, "Let's just go," she let it go and followed orders, glad to be leaving. She gave Kayla dirty look as they began to move, hissing at her to, "Keep that pacifier in your mouth."

Jean trailed behind, turning her head to stare towards the tunnel. Kayla walked with her for a minute before saying quietly, "Just wait," then moving forward to the other two girls, hiding a smile as Jean hurried to catch up.

Kayla's pumpkin was growing heavy with treats as they trudged onwards, starting to skip over houses now, as Margie seemed to realize that they were behind schedule. It also helped that the houses were growing more sparse, with more businesses sprinkled in here and there as they got closer and closer to the high school. All of the walking was starting to make Kayla's legs tired, her diaper sweaty and hot, and even more uncomfortable, but, even knowing that she'd finally get to stop when they got to the school didn't make her want to reach it any sooner.

So she was pleasantly surprised when the girls came to a stop at the front steps of the school, the sound of the music from inside dancing around them softly. Had they changed their minds, had a change of heart? Were they going to let her go home, or at least change into a less embarrassing costume before -all- of the school could see her? While it wasn't too impressive, seeing as she wore it at football games and practice all the time, she could always grab her cheerleading uniform out of her locker...

"Now, I'm sure the little baby is getting tired," Margie teased, pulling Kayla over to one of the benches along the sidewalk, sitting her down on it. "And we want her to be nice and energetic for the party, don't we?" She didn't wait for the others to answer, just paused for a moment to let a slow smile build across her face, then said, "So we're going to let you eat your candy now." And then her voice went quieter, more serious as she plucked the pacifier out of Kayla's mouth. "All of it."

Kayla stared down at the full bucket in shock, then back up at Margie. "What? No, I can't eat all that..."

"Why?" Margie asked innocently. "Afraid it'll make you... Oh, what was the word? Chubby?"

Kayla squirmed uncomfortably, diaper crinkling beneath her, against the hard wood seat of the bench. "Look, I already apologized for that," she pleaded. "The team captain wanted my honest opinion, and I..."

"You were supposed to be my friend!" Jean interrupted, with more anger in her voice than Kayla had ever heard. She usually just let Margie or Cora speak for her - Kayla had a feeling they'd coaxed this out of her, probably made her rehearse it. "You know how much I wanted to be on the squad! And you couldn't just put in a good word for me..." She trailed off, getting off track, but everyone seemed to think the message had gotten across well enough.

It had. Kayla had known right from the start of joining their little group that Jean would always be more important than her, that the other girls saw her as a little sister, of sorts. She'd even known that Jean was insecure about her weight. She'd just never thought that Cora would interrogate the captain when Jean didn't make the squad. But it wasn't like it was her word alone that had kept Jean out... And it certainly wasn't worth all they'd put her through, no matter how "betrayed" they felt.

Clearly, they felt differently. Margie was standing there, hands on her hips, waiting expectantly. Kayla looked around, hoping there might be a teacher wandering by, someone she could get to stop this. "You know, I can just tell people those pictures were from me testing out this costume or something..." she said weakly. But everyone knew she used to be friends with these three, and if they claimed she actually liked it, chances were people would assume she was just covering up, after making the mistake of confiding in them...

Cora yanked the pumpkin away from Kayla, started to pour the candy from her own into it. Kayla snatched hers back, trying to scoot away, but she was surrounded. "Y-You know, there's a story about this school, too... There was this girl who wanted to..."

Cora grabbed a chocolate bar, a rare full-sized one, from her bucket, unwrapping it and stuffing it into Kayla's open mouth before the girl could turn her head. "Shut up with your stupid stories," she snapped. Kayla reluctantly started to chew, taking what comfort she could in the sweetness of the candy, nibbling on it until Cora shoved the rest of the bar in. "Hurry up!"

"Cora..." Jean started to protest, only to stop as she got a nasty look from Cora. Cora had never liked Kayla, never trusted her... Kayla had never been particularly fond of her, either, for that matter. Now even less so, as she started to unwrap some more candy, this time at least taking it from Kayla's bucket.

"I'll do it," Kayla mumbled around her mouthful of chocolate. She tried to speed up her chewing, did her best not to think about how many houses they'd stopped at, all the candy she'd seen dropped into her pumpkin. She stuck to the smaller candies first, stretching their wrappers as much as she could, tossing them back into the pumpkin, hoping the mess of paper and plastic would help hide all she had left to get through, half hoping that somehow, if she couldn't see it, it would disappear. But the quantity only seemed to grow, and just got more annoying to get to. It didn't take long at all for her to get sick of the sweet taste.

"Guys, come on," she begged after a few minutes. There was no mercy to be found.

"Do you want to hear a story, since you like them so much?" Margie suddenly spoke up, sitting down next to Kayla on the bench. "Here's one about a little baby just like you... Or her mother, rather. There was a guy who owned a store, and one day, he saw a woman he didn't recognize come in, take a bottle of milk - this was the olden days, you know, so it was in a big, glass bottle - and walk out. It was the depression, and she looked pretty poor, so the owner decided he would let her get away with it that one time.

"But it wasn't just that one time. The woman did the same thing the next day, and the day after. Finally, the owner'd had enough of charity, and tried to demand she pay. But she didn't seem to hear him, just walked out again, so he followed her through the town, until she got to the graveyard. She laid down on one of the graves, a fresh one, and sank into the ground, until she vanished. The owner was freaked out, but he went closer, and heard a baby's cries. He called up whoever is in charge of graveyards and made them dig up the grave, and sure enough, there was a baby in the coffin with the mother... And it was clutching an empty milk bottle. Spooky, huh?"

"Y-Yeah," Kayla agreed. "Are we done yet?"

Cora picked up the bucket, weighing it. "Not even close."

Kayla sniffled softly as she looked up at Cora, only then noticing she was holding her cell phone, almost certainly recording the whole thing. Kayla defeatedly grabbed for another piece of candy. She knew she had chocolate smeared around her mouth - at first, she'd wipe it off, but after the first few times, she just gave up. Even though she knew it was just psychological, she thought she could feel her teeth aching, could practically feel the cavities growing. And her stomach wasn't particularly happy, either, and that wasn't just in her head. She tried going faster, to get done quicker, but even that didn't seem to help, and before long, she slowed back down automatically, feeling like she was about to burst.

"I can't do it," she said finally, in the midst of half-heartedly digging through the discarded wrappers. "Do what you want with those stupid pictures..." She slumped forward as a cramp wracked her stomach. Jean glanced at the other two nervously, and even they seemed to be mostly convinced.

"All right," Margie said after a moment. "You can finish the rest later."

Kayla groaned at the thought of ever eating another piece of candy, yet there was a wave of relief that washed over her at the reprieve, followed by a wave of nausea. "I don't feel so good," she whimpered. She just wanted to curl up and sleep it off, but Cora was grabbing her hand and tugging her to get feet, shoving her towards the school's steps, upwards, closer to the sounds of merriment coming from inside. "No more."

"Why don't we just let her sit down a little longer?" Jean asked.

"She can sit down inside," Cora answered simply.

Kayla fumbled up the steps until Margie grabbed her arm to help her, feeling sluggish, but also slightly hyper, as all of the sugar started to give her a headache. The colors around her seemed to streak past, leaving trails of themselves, which only got worse as they stepped into the gym, nearly overwhelming her with light and sound, and heat from all the bodies.

Margie let go of her, letting her stumble forward, bumping into people right and left, most of whom gave her a dirty look, then giggled as they saw her costume. "Nice one," someone commented from behind her, and she spun around to see who it was, only to have the room keep spinning around her. Luckily, Jean caught her before she could fall onto her padded ass.

Then Cora was there, too, chuckling as she ruffled Kayla's hair, announcing to all those watching, "Our little baby just couldn't wait to get into her candy," patting Kayla's exposed, aching, stomach. She moaned, the sound covered by the bout of laughter coursing around her. It was all too much, and Kayla somehow found the strength to break away from Cora, stumbling back towards the door and outside, tripping over her own feet as the sidewalk beneath them turned to grass. She fell to her hands and knees, and then her stomach was emptying itself, spasming as she threw up. When she was finished, she had to admit she felt a little better, her head feeling much clearer.

"Here," Jean said from behind her. Kayla turned, then gratefully took the offered paper towel, wiping off her mouth as she carefully stood up. "Are you okay?"

"She's fine," Cora answered for her.

"I am," Kayla nodded when Jean kept staring at her. "Are you guys happy now? Can we just go?"

Jean looked to Margie, who nodded. "Let's just go. The chaperones were looking at Kayla pretty weird anyway... I think they might have thought we brought her here drunk or something."

Cora nodded reluctantly. "I'm just gonna run in to the bathroom real quick, then we'll split. You should probably come in and grab a quick drink of water, too," she said to Kayla, but not without a pointed look to Margie.

"Yeah, me too..." Margie said. "Watch our stuff out here, Jeanie."

"All right!" Jean agreed, looking quite relieved to be done with all of this.

And then Kayla found herself being escorted back into the midst of the party. Her costume was still getting a chuckle or two, but the amusement seemed much less mean-spirited than it had a few moments before, though the teacher she saw across the room looking at her looked less impressed - Kayla had a feeling they were breaking some sort of dress code, even if everything was relatively covered up.

"Drink up," Margie instructed when they reached the water fountain right outside the bathroom. Kayla did what she was told happily, glad for something to wash the foul taste in her mouth away. She was pretty thirsty, too. By the time she'd fulfilled both of those needs, Cora and Margie had each ducked into the bathroom individually, the other keeping an eye on her outside.

"Okay, here's the deal," Margie said once Kayla appeared to be done, "you do one more thing, and you're done for real. We go back, grab your clothes, and you can go home. Monday morning, you can go back to your regularly scheduled life, just so long as you steer clear of all of us."

Kayla had a good feeling she knew what they wanted her to do, and that they wanted her to ask, wanted her to squirm in anticipation and fear. Instead, she glared over at Cora coldly. "I didn't get to finish telling you about the ghost story from this school, did I? There was a girl who had a really conservative mother, who wouldn't let her go to this dance that she really, -really- wanted to go to. Her mom told her they were gonna be playing the devil's music, and that's just bad news. But she was a teenage girl, so she went anyway, and..."

"Shut up!" Cora demanded, producing the pacifier, popping it back in Kayla's mouth. "Now, you're going to walk out in the middle of that crowd, and you're gonna pee your diaper. And if you don't, we're going to keep you in diapers until Christmas vacation! Maybe longer!"

Kayla calmly took the pacifier out of her mouth. "This weird boy asked her to dance, and she just couldn't refuse.... They danced around and around, faster and fast, until they vanished in a cloud of fire. 'Cause he was the devil, and he was taking her down to hell with him."

"Good for her," Cora hissed, grabbing Kayla's wrist and taking her back across the room. "And don't you think that you can win Jean over, and that'll save you... You know she's not gonna stand up to me and Margie. Now do it."

Cora shoved Kayla reeling away. Kayla just stood there. "Do it!" Cora repeated.

"Just wait," Kayla whispered in response.

"I swear to God," Cora said, advancing towards Kayla like a cobra striking. "I..."

"Oh, don't do that," said a voice from behind Cora. "He doesn't like that sort of thing."

"Nobody asked you!" Cora growled, spinning, only to find herself faced with a rather handsome boy, black hair slicked back, decked out as a traditional, old fashioned vampire. "I mean... Look, this is kinda private..."

"I didn't mean to interrupt," the boy said with a smile. "I'm so sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

"Don't... Don't worry about it," Cora shook her head, an uneasy feeling settling over her. There was something not quite right here... She looked over at Margie, but all she got in response was a shrug.

"No, I can't do that... Here, why don't you give me the next dance. I always think better when I'm dancing." He held out his hand.

Cora shook her head, partly to decline him, partly to tell herself this was just a crazy coincidence, that he was probably another friend of Kayla's... Why else would she have been so eager to tell that dumb story?

"Just one song," the boy said. Cora shook her head, turned away, only to feel his strangely strong hand on her shoulder, turning her back to him. She looked up, confused, and stared straight into his eyes. His smile grew wider. "Just one." Cora felt her hands move around him, not even noticing as the music suddenly switched tracks to a slow song. Her feet began to move as well, matching his. It was kinda nice, she had to admit, nothing to get all freaked out about....

Then the music began to pick up tempo. She kept up well enough at first, but it kept growing. Just when she thought it had hit its peak, and she was going as fast as she could manage, it sped up. The room became a blur of color as he spun her around the dance floor, giving her brief glimpses of Margie, who was starting to look worried, and Jean, coming in from outside, curiously, and Kayla, who just stood there, smiling.

"Okay," she finally managed to say, nearly out of breath. "That's enough for me..." But he didn't stop, and neither did the music. Her eyes went wide as she tried to simply stop, then to pull her hands off of him. She opened her mouth to scream, just a moment before she felt the fire burst up from the floor and engulf her and her partner.

Margie jumped away from the spot in shock, staring over at Kayla fearfully before running out of the building, grabbing Jean and dragging her along. They ran for what felt like hours, before collapsing on the ground, panting.

"What the hell happened?" Jean demanded as she caught her breath.

"I-I don't know," Margie shook her head. "It..."

"Oh, just some smoke and mirrors," Kayla shrugged. Margie's head snapped upwards in shock, saw the girl standing there calmly, her plastic pumpkin clutched in her hands. "Nothing to be afraid of."

"You shut up!" Margie sputtered. "I don't know what you're doing, but..."

"I'm not doing anything," Kayla told her. "How many times do I have to tell you? Spirits are stronger on Halloween... Sometimes they just need to be reminded..."

"Leave us alone," Margie demanded.

"And would you just look where we are?" Margie did so, only to realize they'd run all the way to the edge of the forest that sat behind the oldest church in town. "There's an awful good story about this place, too." Kayla shot her arms forward, pinning Margie between them, pushing her up against one of the trees, leaning in to whisper in her ears. "This forest is supposed to be cursed... For years, people wandered to here from miles and miles around... Just to commit suicide. Sometimes as many as ten in a single night, just found hanging there in the morning... It stopped when they built this church, but... Well, you know... Curses can never really go away completely, now can they?"

Kayla let Jean pull her away from Margie, smiling. Margie just stared at them both for a moment, before silently turning and walking into the woods. Not even Jean's shouts could stop her. She just kept walking, straight ahead, until she found a vine laying on the ground, one that had somehow been tied into the shape of a noose...

"She's just taking a shortcut home," Kayla told Jean. "She was telling me about it at school. She wasn't feeling well - I think she was just feeling guilty about what happened - so she decided to go home. You live over close to me, right? That's why she left you here, to make sure I got home all right."

"Okay," Jean nodded, not quite convinced, but not questioning it either. "We'd better get going, then."

"Oh, don't sound so nervous," Kayla smiled at her. "I'm not mad at you... I know they made you go along with all of this. You're a good kid. I really am sorry about that whole cheerleading thing..."

"It's all right," Jean shrugged. "I probably wasn't right for it anyway. Come on, I think there's a shortcut back to our houses through the graveyard."

Kayla paled slightly. "I'm... not in that big of a hurry..."

"You're not scared of a little old cemetery, are you?" Jean asked with a sly smile.

"No, of course not..." Kayla shook her head, following Jean reluctantly.

Jean stayed quiet until they had gone through the gate. "I heard a funny story about this place once," she said.

"I think I've had enough ghost stories for today," Kayla blurted out quickly.

"This is just a short one - one of..." Kayla started to raise her hands to block her ears, but Jean darted towards her, grabbed her with her surprisingly strong hands. "One of these statues on the gravestones is supposed to come alive at night to punish anyone messing around in here. And I'm pretty sure it's that one over there." She let go with one hand, pointing towards a towering, slightly crumbling, stone angel. As the two watched, it shook its wings, began to turn towards them.

"Damn it, look what you did!" Kayla exclaimed, slapping Jean with her free hand. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"What's yours?" Jean replied. "Can't you stop them?" The stone angel began to move towards them, the stone flaking away from its eyes, revealing blood red orbs beneath. "Or can you just summon them?" Kayla didn't answer. "What did you do to my friends, bitch?!"

"They're gone! And they deserved it! I thought you were different, but maybe I was wrong... There's an awful lot of stories about this place, you know..." Her eyes narrowed.

Jean tackled her, taking her by surprise and knocking her to the ground, sending her pumpkin and all of its contents flying. Kayla tried to talk, only to find Jean's hands pressed tight around her throat. She reached up to pull them away, fighting to get her feet beneath her. She kicked, using the motion to roll the other girl off of her, reversing their positions, only to have to jump to the side as she saw the angel's stone foot coming down at her.

For a moment, she thought perhaps Jean had gotten squashed instead, but then she popped back up on the other side of the angel. "Have fun," Jean called, running for the gate. Kayla followed, only to find her path blocked by the angel.

"You're not getting away!" Kayla screamed. "There..." She paused to duck the angel's stony arm, watching helplessly as Jean made her way out of the graveyard. Try as she might, she couldn't think of a story about the area between the graveyard and the forest, not while being distracted like this. "Let me go!" she yelled at the angel, but it wasn't listening. She tried to rush around it, but it kept blocking her path, keeping her inside the graveyard. "All right, then," she said to Jean's retreating form. "You asked for it."

She ran to her pumpkin, falling to her knees, digging through the wrappers strewn across the ground, grabbing up the lighter. The angel reached for her, apparently knowing what she was planning, but she was quicker, not being made of stone. She flicked the lighter on, then dived towards her bucket, dropping it inside right before catching a solid, hard foot straight in the stomach. She winced, curling up, spots flashing in front of her eyes.

For a moment, she thought it was over, that it hadn't worked, and then, all at once, the jack-o-lantern burst into flame.

"Kill her," Kayla hissed towards the flame. She could have sworn she saw it turn into a familiar face, one with a faint resemblance to her father, her grandfather, and even herself, and then wink, before melting into a puddle of orange plastic.

She scrambled to her feet and started to run, allowing herself a smile as she heard Jean scream in the distance, Stingy Jack easily overtaking her. And then the world faded to black, and she felt herself start to fall.

She wasn't sure how much longer it was before she woke up, the back of her head throbbing. She didn't have much time to worry about that, however, before she realized she was trapped somewhere pitch black and tiny - no matter how she turned, she found herself against a wall. She started to hyper-ventilate, beating against the ceiling frantically, uselessly. She screamed, but there was nobody to hear. Not then, anyway, and not any of the other times she tried, until her throat was raw. She closed her eyes, sobbing...

"There, there," said a gentle voice. "It's all right. I'm back."

"Wh-Who's there?" she tried to ask, but she couldn't force the words out.

"I bet you're thirsty," the voice said. "I brought you something."

Kayla's eyes went wide - not that there was anything for them to see - as she felt a bottle being pressed to her lips, tipped back, and milk began to run down her throat. Cold arms wrapped around her protectively, lovingly.

"Don't worry, darling," the voice whispered in her ear. "I'm sure they'll find you soon, baby."

But in the world above, the clocks were striking midnight, signaling the end of another Halloween. And there was no shopkeeper at the grave to hear Kayla's screams.


The End. ]]> Finished Stories Elizabeth http://www.adisc.org/forum/finished-stories/16210-ghost-stories-halloween-tale.html <![CDATA[*Sissy Baby Harry Potter* ~ A Halloween Drawing & Story]]> http://www.adisc.org/forum/finished-stories/16205-sissy-baby-harry-potter-halloween-drawing-story.html Sat, 31 Oct 2009 14:51:30 GMT *Click here to check out the picture* (http://www.sissykissmail.com/sissyart/SissyBabyHarryPotter.jpg) I hope you all enjoy! Remember its a sissy... *Click here to check out the picture*

I hope you all enjoy! Remember its a sissy baby story so it has both TG & AB in it.

Sissy Baby Harry Potter
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Teddy Lupin, one of Harry Potters friends, fell in love with a girl named Anastasia Delacour from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Of all the magical schools it is the most beautiful with a glittering palace and the students there wear all sorts of cute, silk uniforms. It was a mystery to many of the students at Hogwarts what happened to the guys at Beauxbatons after their first semester. The guys they knew there just disappeared while a lot of more sweet girls did appear afterwards. Teddy told Harry he would be transfering there to spend more time with Anastasia. Teddy said he will send him a note every week to be penpals. Then he got on the train to Beauxbatons. Harry did love to exchanging letters every week. He did notice each week him being much more elegant and cute talking in his writing each week. He also sounded like he was talking baby talk sometimes. Then Harry thought it was funny that the last letter Teddy sent he dotted his i's with hearts. The next week, to his surprise, he didn't get a letter. Ron told Harry about the rumor that guys would disappear at the end of each semester.

Harry felt he couldn't pass this up, he had to find out what happened to the guys at Beauxbatons. Hermione was happy to think up the perfect spell to help them sneak into Beauxbatons. They will need to disguise themselves as a senior students there and as one of the sweet girls that go there, so what ever happens to the guys doesn't happen to Harry and Ron. Hermione waved her wand and zapped Harry and Ron with pink and white waves of light that instantly tranformed them. Both were surprised that they were both hotties. Ron felt a cushion inbetween his legs and said, "Um, Hermione, we are wearing diapers." Hermione smirked and said "Yes you are. Beauxbatons Academy specializes in beauty magic and beauty includes the the cuteness of a baby. The Senior Students specialize the most in beauty magic so they are the most baby like.

You two are so adorable!" Hermione cooed. Harry sat baffled at the new feelings he was feeling and Ron was blushing and giggling. Hermione said for them to be back before dawn or the changes will become permanent. Hermione got a carriage to send them there. When they arrived they were amazed at how beautiful it was. They found an entrance that didn't look like it had anyone watching and they snuck down some hallways to see if they could find Teddy's room. Ron giggled and remarked how its impossible not to sneak cutely in diapers and a short skirt. Suddenly a Head Mistress saw the two and said "Young Ladies, why aren't you in your nurseries? Teeter your cute selves over there before I give you both spankings." She insisted she accompany them to a nursery room.

They saw the nursery had dolls and baby toys and adult baby girls playing. A beautiful brunette haired Nanny came up to them and said "What are your names darlings?" They stammered and said they are Hailey and Rose. "Well sweeties, are you wet?" They had pink cheeks just by her asking they question. She checked their diapers and saw that they did have wet accidents to their surprise. Two Nannies were able to pick them up and place them gently on a changing table. Red flags were going off in their heads that they were about to have their diapers changed like babies but there also was a voice inside them saying they loved this feeling of being sweet and nurtured. The Nannies cooed at them while softly wiping them and giving them baby powder while nicely wrapping a new dry fluffy diaper on them.

The Nannies both picked them up and placed them in cute baby cribs with flower decorations all around them. They wanted to whisper to each other but another crib was inbetween them with a cute adult baby girl, sucking her thumb, happily dreaming. "Pssst, Ron." Harry whispered, "We need to wait until the Nannies take another baby into the changing room and then quitely sneak away, I'm not seeing Teddy anywhere in here, or any guys." Ron replied, "Okay but I'm not sure I can take that many more steps before having another accident if you know what I mean."

Suddenly the girl inbetween them woke up. "Harry? Ron?" She said, "Its me, Teddy, well now its Tiffany." as she giggled. Both of Harry's and Ron's jaws dropped and they said "Huh?" Tiffany said, "I was waiting to let you know because I didn't know if you could understand. I always felt like a baby girl at heart and Anastasia is another baby girl like me. She invited me to live out our dreams together. We really are girlfriends though. *giggle*" Harry said, "So, guys here don't suddenly disappear mysteriously?" "That's just a dumb rumor, the guys that are here, are here because they feel the same way like me."

Harry's girl body was reacting and wanted to give Tiffany a hug and they did. Then Harry said "You could have just let us know all along honey." Harry suddenly felt his diaper get very wet. He blushed and said "Hermione certainly wanted to make this body as real as possible!" Then Harry saw two adult baby girls kissing and felt an amazing feeling he hasn't felt before. Harry blushed and they escaped into the night, but that didn't stop Harry and Ron from wanting to come back from time to time as Hailey and Rose. As they both felt something inside them which fell in love with it. They even got Hermione to join in. Beauxbatons Academy soon had three new cribs to fill in!

Happy Halloween Sweeties!

(Feel free to share this with anyone as much as you like! You can even make this into a cute wallpaper!) ]]> Finished Stories ChristieLuv http://www.adisc.org/forum/finished-stories/16205-sissy-baby-harry-potter-halloween-drawing-story.html The End of Time (2012) (HSE) http://www.adisc.org/forum/finished-stories/16136-end-time-2012-hse.html Wed, 28 Oct 2009 14:18:56 GMT My submission for the Halloween Story Contest! Yay!! It is based off the End-of-the-World Theories surrounding December 21st, 2012. By the way, I... My submission for the Halloween Story Contest! Yay!! It is based off the End-of-the-World Theories surrounding December 21st, 2012.

By the way, I do not believe that any of this will happen. :tongue:

Enjoy! It took me like...all night to make it. :cool:

By the way, the person in Houston (The main PoV) is based off of me.

--The Foxxeh Assassin--

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December 10th, 2012

11:31 P.M.

Houston, TX

"And now, my fellow Americans, I ask for your support and understanding in these dire times ahead. We, the people of this great nation, will pull together and defeat whatever challenges are thrown at us. Special Forces have been deployed in Los Angeles, New York, Chicago, Houston, Phoenix, New Orleans, Philadelphia, Seattle, and Washington D.C. I can assure you, the American public, that any force that tries to destroy mankind, supernatural or otherwise, will be met by heavy resistance. Thank you, and God Bless us all."

I closed my laptop. Rising from my bed, I looked up at my bedroom wall, which was decorated with every theory about the Apocalypse that had ever been proclaimed. Naturally they were shrunken so that I could fit them all on there, but when I wanted to read one, all I had to do was touch anywhere on the message, and it would project into the air. I had debunked every single theory yet. Except for one.

In 11 days, mankind would change forever.

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December 11th, 2012

6:31 A.M.

My eyes were drooping. I had accidentally left my projector on the night before, and as a result, it could've been permanently damaged. I had stayed up until 2:00 the night before, trying to pull apart the Mayan Calendar Theory. Something just didn't make sense, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. The arrival of Planet X had already been confirmed to be false by NASA scientists, but the public wouldn't listen to them. Riots broke out in several cities across the world, such as Rio de Janerio, Madrid, Moscow, New York City, and London. The government had a tough time containing them, but they somehow managed. Now, two months later, everyone on the entire planet was eagerly awaiting the day to come. It was 10 days away. 10 days, and 17 hours exactly.

Mass amounts of people were committing suicide, more were flying to Holy Cities such as Rome, Vatican City, and Jerusalem.

Still others didn't believe anything was going to happen, and were planning Christmas parties and celebrations for the 23rd, 24th, and even the 25th of December.

Myself, I wasn't sure what to think anymore. Despite the fact that every single theory before had failed, it seemed, for some reason, this one wouldn't. Already, strange things were happening.

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December 3rd, 2012

4:45 P.M.

Las Vegas, NV

The casino was packed. Hundreds of people were crowding the bar, and every single gambling table was filled to the maximum, some even overflowing. I kept my index finger just above the trigger of my rifle, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

"Sergeant Thompson, report your status, over," I heard my radio crackle. Reaching to my shoulder, I unhooked my hand-held radio device and pressed the call button.

"This is Sergeant Thompson, all clear here, over." I released the call button, and waited a minute for a response.

"Sergeant Thompson, I repeat, please report your status, over." I checked to make sure that my thumb was firmly pressing down on the call button, and when I pressed it, the familiar 'Cackle' wasn't there. I pressed it again to make sure I hadn't jammed it, and it still was silent.

"What the hell?" I murmured to myself. This was strange. Radio failures were very rare, and when the primary communications device went down, the secondary system always kicked in.

Suddenly the lights in the casino went out. There was a sharp gasp among the guests, and then there was utter silence. I immediately cupped my hands to form a megaphone, of sorts. "Attention everyone! There has been a minor power failure, and the backup systems will kick in shortly! Please remain c-"

The ground began to shake. I lost my footing and fell to the ground. When I stood up, I flipped on the flashlight attached to my M4A1 Assault Rifle. The tiny light pierced the darkness and allowed me to see a small area of the casino. I could already tell things were falling over, and pointing my flashlight towards the general direction of the crashing noises, those fears were confirmed.

Screaming filled the casino. Due to the earthquake I lost my grip on my rifle and I fell to the floor once again. Somehow my light had flipped on, and it was aiming directly in front of me. A giant bookcase was tipping, and if it fell, it would certainly crush me. There was no way I could move out of the way in time.

I was going to die.

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December 11th, 2012

6:45 A.M.

Houston, TX

The earthquake was horrifying. It measured an 8.7 on the Richter Scale, and nearly all of Las Vegas was wiped off the map. The government estimated over 100,000 people dead as well as more than a million injured. The damage was so bad that relief forces from nearby cities and states, which were also damaged, but not as heavily, couldn't reach the city until December 8th, 5 days after the earthquake happened. Fires broke out throughout the city, massive casinos and hotels burned to the ground, and The Strip was totally gone.

Other cities were attacked, but in different ways. In New York City, a riot had broken out nearly 2 months earlier, after NASA said Nibiru (Planet X) was not real. The U.S. and Canadian Armies were able to contain the violence, but not before a group of terrorists fired several missiles at the Empire State Building, and the Statue of Liberty. Both buildings were severely damaged, and repairs on them wouldn't even finish until late 2014. Obviously, the government wanted to postpone repairs of the two structures in case The End really did come.

In London, along with a riot, there were several attempted attacks on the London Subway. This caused British Authorities to shut down all public transportation, except for use by emergency personnel.

Baghdad was overrun by Iranian forces, and now, the entire country of Iraq was under Iran's control. Iran threatens to fire nuclear missiles at the United States, the United Kingdom, Japan, and Israel.

And last, but most certainly not least, Israel was attacked by unknown forces on the eve of December 9th. Bombs were dropped on the city of Tel Aviv, as well as Jerusalem. Israeli forces were baffled when they learned that not a single ship had been fired upon by their own troops, yet, they were exploding in the sky like crazy. Despite the attacks people were still flocking to the city of Jerusalem to find religious sanctum for when The End would supposedly come in 10 days.

I clicked off my projector. Certainly there would be at least minor damage to it, but I wasn't sure if it would be permanently damaged due to being left on all night. Throwing on a shirt I walked downstairs and into the den, where my family was sitting on the couch, staring at the news on the TV.

It was funny. Being a Junior in high school I normally would've been getting ready to go to class at this time of morning. But after the attacks on New York City, all public and private schools were immediately shut down until further notice. To tell the truth, it was nice having a vacation from school for a long time. But I certainly wouldn't want all these attacks to happen.

I took a seat on the couch next to my older brother Kenny. He didn't say a word as his eyes were glued to the TV screen like everyone else. Taking the remote off the table, which drew a small argument from everyone watching, I simply turned up the volume and listened to the President of the United States, Barack Obama:

"My fellow Americans. It comes with great sadness that I report to you that another disaster has taken place in the United States, this time, in New Orleans, Louisiana. Earlier this morning a plane en route from Reagan International Airport in Washington, D.C. to George Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston crashed into the Superdome, at approximately 3:37 A.M. local time. So far it appears that all 237 passengers and crew aboard the flight were killed, as well as at least 30 people on the ground in New Orleans. This brings the death toll to 267, and it is very possible that this number could rise to over 300.

"At this very moment, U.S., Mexican, and Canadian troops are stationed in various cities around North America. As of this morning, the continent of North America has been combined into one country, so all 'countries' in the continent are being asked to provide their own forces in areas where the North American Government deems it necessary. Please, if you live in any city where military intervention is requested, comply with troops' orders, or you will be detained.

"I ask that all Americans, whether you live in what was Mexico, Canada, the United States, or any other country in North America, to please hope and pray that this disaster ends soon. We do not know if the end of time is upon us, but at this time, it certainly seems that way. Thank you, and God Bless."

Kenny muted the TV. "What are we going to do?" he asked.

"We're going to stay here, that's what," my older brother Tim replied, holding his wife's hand.

"I don't think so, it looks like things are getting worse all across the world," my oldest brother Alan commented. "We should think about going to a more secure area, this house might not withstand an attack."

I tuned out my family as they discussed what to do. I didn't want any of this to happen, all I wanted was to be with my friends in class, talking about how dumb all the newest pop-stars were, and how hard our Calculus tests are. This was the worst thing that could possibly happen.

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December 18th, 2012

8:33 P.M.

Washington, D.C.

I nervously walked into the Situation Room. My Cabinet rose to attention, and the Marines in the room saluted me. I took my seat at the head of the conference table, and everyone else followed suit.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Cabinet," I spoke with a sense of power, as well as fear. "Along with our leaders from Canada, Mexico, and other nations in North America." The group looked to the section of the long table that had three representatives from each country. "It is with great sadness that I inform you that..." I took a breath. "The End of Time is here."

There was a sharp gasp from everyone in the room, including a few of the Marines. A quiet murmur began, until I raised my hands for quiet. A hush blanketed the room.

"It appears that the disasters and attacks in the recent months and days have been far beyond what any human being could manage. I do not believe the natural disasters are a coincidence, and the terrorist attacks..." I took another breath. "They are being carried out by members of the Illuminati." Another gasp, but quieter this time.

Secretary of State Hilary Clinton raised her hand. "Mr. President," she addressed. I nodded. "Does this mean we are being controlled by a group of secret government leaders?"

There was a slight pause. "It appears...that is correct, Secretary Clinton," I said hesitantly. There was another murmur. Secretary of Defense Robert Gates raised his hand next.

"Mr. President," he said, "do we have any plans for military intervention?" I nodded my head.

"Thank you for your question, Secretary Gates. Yes, as stated previously, we have troops stationed around North America. Our Mexican and Canadian allies," I said, motioning to the foreign leaders, "have placed their troops hand-in-hand with ours. As of right now, all military units have been combined to form the North American Military Response Unit, or NAMRU. NAMRU will be directed by myself, the Canadian and Mexican Prime Ministers of Defense, as well as the Secretary of Defense."

"Other than that, our forces have completely withdrawn from all other countries, and have been relocated to high-priority cities in North America. We are in close contact with our Asian, African, and European allies, who are currently also working together to form the Europe-Asia-Africa Military Defense Force. They are being headed up by the European Union's President, as well as dignitaries from African and Asian countries. I have time for one more question before I must move on."

Secretary of Homeland Security Janet Napolitano raised her hand first, so I called on her. "Mr. President, what are we going to do about the Senate and House of Representatives?" she asked.

"Actually, I was just about to get to that part," I said, relieved I didn't have to answer another question. "The Presidential Nuclear Bunker has been redesigned to accommodate a large group of people, just for this occasion. We are asking all Cabinet and Congressional members to gather their most personal belongings, as well as their immediate family, and report back to the White House no later than 51 hours from this meeting. With the aid of Secret Service and U.S. Marine forces, we will seal the 12 water, bullet, fire, smash, and nuclear-proof doors, allowing us absolute protection. I ask that Cabinet Members go home as soon as this meeting is over, retrieve their families and belongings, and report back here. Once the 51 hour time limit is up, we will seal the doors, and unless it is vital that we open them, they will remain shut. Thank you all, Vice President Joe Biden will be issuing a statement to Congress shortly."

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December 20th, 2012

12:15 A.M.

Washington, D.C.

Looking at all the faces of the people in the bunker, I felt somewhat at ease. There must've been over 1000 people in there, including Congress, my Cabinet, foreign leaders, as well as everyone's families. It might've been a little crowded, but we knew that this small group of people might be the last surviving humans on the planet. After checking and double-checking all the faces, it seemed that none of the Congressmen and women had failed to arrive before the deadline. This was a huge relief. Everything was going much better than I had anticipated.

We had enough supplies to last us a year. If we had to, we could send people up to the White House to recover any remaining materials we might've missed. But at that moment, what was important was just staying alive.

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December 22nd, 2012

5:00 A.M.- 31 minutes until the End of Time

Houston, TX

Everyone was huddled close together. We were saying prayers, as many as we could. I had read the Book of Revelations twice that day. My two dogs and cats were acting like crazy, they were sniffing everything and acting extremely odd.

My dog was nuzzled up close to me. She let out a long moaning sound, and I looked over at her. "What's wrong girl?" I asked the German Shepherd. She blinked her eyes slowly, as if she understood the seriousness of the situation. Maybe she did.

At 11:12 the power went out. For good. It was only 19 minutes until the End.

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December 22nd, 2012

6:00 A.M.- 31 minutes until the End of Time

Washington, D.C.

I looked over my nervous crowd of people. The electricity had gone out just an hour before, and people were starting to panic. Heavily. According to my wristwatch we had only 31...no, 30 minutes until the End. I kept my wife Michelle close to me, along with my two daughters. If we were going to die, we wouldn't die alone.

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December 22nd, 2012

6:29 A.M.- 2 minutes until the End of Time

It looks like the End is here. At last. Soon we will all be gone.

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December 22nd, 2012

5:30 A.M.- 1 minute until the End of Time

Houston, TX

A minute ago I heard a cry. It sounded like one of my cats. I couldn't tell.

My dog is acting very sick. She is laying on the floor next to me. Everyone is crying. Nobody wants what is about to happen, to happen.

Just a second ago I told my brother I loved him. He said the same thing back. It is so sad, I've never seen him crying like this.

My stomach hurts. I feel very sick. My head is pounding, my nose is stuffed up, and my eyes are burning from the tears that have welled in them. I don't want to be here. I wish this weren't happening. I want to go home.

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