The Cerulean Devil was considered one of the best luxury liners in the world. On August 27th, 1978, however, the ship mysteriously sunk while it was near a small port town. Nobody survived. The locals were so upset and disturbed by this that they didn't tell anybody. It was never spoken of...again. To this day, nobody knows that happened to this ship and its 317 passengers. It was like it... d i s s a p e a r e d ...
Date: July 24th, 2010
Sylvia brushed her wavy, golden hair out of her mint eyes. Her legs hanging off of the brand new dock, she stared out at the cobalt ocean, its giant waves glistening like millions of sunkissed gems. She yawned loudly. Just then, she heard a familiar sound, faint, faint. The honk sounded again, this time louder. Sylvia squinted her eyes. A giant ship neared the dock. Its fresh, new white paint glowed in the sinking rays of sunlight. Sylvia could make out the ship's name. Well, of course...it was in giant, black, bold letters. And then it got closer. The ship honked again, swimming forward, unstoppable. Sylvia shot up to her feet and began running. The ship was about to crash into the dock! But right before she hit land, something stopped her. It was almost like she was forced to turn around. The same force pushed her forward, to the edge of the dock. She could only watch in horror as the ship inched closer.
Then there was screaming.
So much screaming, hundreds of voices united into a shrill and frightened cry of agony and fear. The shreek flooded in her ears and snaked through her mind, poisoning her, paralyzing every centimeter of her body. Oh, god, the NOISE.
And just then, when Sylvia was positive that she was about to go insane, it was cut off. She snapped back to her normal self. Nothing had happened! There was no ship, no screaming, no destroyed dock. It was like some twisted nightmare.
And after all of this, all Sylvia could think was..."What's the Cerulean Devil?"
PLOT:
When the Cerulean Devil sunk, nobody died quickly. Some slowly froze out in the Atlantic, tortured by the world's cruel touch. But most were pushed into a world of complete darkness. Their cries and wails echoed throughout the water in vain. The icy water shot into their lungs like thousands of daggers and bullets. The water splashed in their stomachs, weighing them down until they sat in the rocky ocean bottom. They didn't see anything. They were wrapped in pure darkness and the cries of everybody around them. The nightmare ended slowly for everybody.
It's only natural that Brownclover Dock, the area where the ship sunk, was rumored to be haunted. Did anybody expect these tales to be true? Of course not. This and the fact that nobody knows what exactly happened makes the situation hopeless for the souls trapped at the dock...reliving their death, over and over again.
But someone can help...
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Date: July 24th, 2010
Sylvia brushed her wavy, golden hair out of her mint eyes. Her legs hanging off of the brand new dock, she stared out at the cobalt ocean, its giant waves glistening like millions of sunkissed gems. She yawned loudly. Just then, she heard a familiar sound, faint, faint. The honk sounded again, this time louder. Sylvia squinted her eyes. A giant ship neared the dock. Its fresh, new white paint glowed in the sinking rays of sunlight. Sylvia could make out the ship's name. Well, of course...it was in giant, black, bold letters. And then it got closer. The ship honked again, swimming forward, unstoppable. Sylvia shot up to her feet and began running. The ship was about to crash into the dock! But right before she hit land, something stopped her. It was almost like she was forced to turn around. The same force pushed her forward, to the edge of the dock. She could only watch in horror as the ship inched closer.
Then there was screaming.
So much screaming, hundreds of voices united into a shrill and frightened cry of agony and fear. The shreek flooded in her ears and snaked through her mind, poisoning her, paralyzing every centimeter of her body. Oh, god, the NOISE.
And just then, when Sylvia was positive that she was about to go insane, it was cut off. She snapped back to her normal self. Nothing had happened! There was no ship, no screaming, no destroyed dock. It was like some twisted nightmare.
And after all of this, all Sylvia could think was..."What's the Cerulean Devil?"
PLOT:
When the Cerulean Devil sunk, nobody died quickly. Some slowly froze out in the Atlantic, tortured by the world's cruel touch. But most were pushed into a world of complete darkness. Their cries and wails echoed throughout the water in vain. The icy water shot into their lungs like thousands of daggers and bullets. The water splashed in their stomachs, weighing them down until they sat in the rocky ocean bottom. They didn't see anything. They were wrapped in pure darkness and the cries of everybody around them. The nightmare ended slowly for everybody.
It's only natural that Brownclover Dock, the area where the ship sunk, was rumored to be haunted. Did anybody expect these tales to be true? Of course not. This and the fact that nobody knows what exactly happened makes the situation hopeless for the souls trapped at the dock...reliving their death, over and over again.
But someone can help...
FORMS:
Copy and paste, bro.
Name (full):
Age:
Gender:
Nickname:
Description:
Cause of death: (drowning or freezing)
Anything else?:
go go go