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[kryp-tonita]

Halloween collection. Four styles with lively and cheerful swatchs and the dark tone of Halloween. Visit my website. # TheSims4Halloween

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[johanna-caine]

“You’re kidding me,” Johanna muttered under her breath as she reached another dead end. Her usually flawless orientation skills were being quite frankly pathetic this evening. There had to be some sort of map to this somewhere? Her thoughts weren’t being particularly helpful either. Turning back, she soon found her way back to a larger clearing, with booths and people everywhere. Looking out across the piece of carnival before her, she absent-mindedly put her hands on her hips, without realising how fitting that was, given her costume.

[johanna-caine]

   October 31st, 2014  »  Halloween Corn Maze Carnival

A tradition of Crystal Cove, the Halloween Corn Maze Carnival was not one Johanna had planned on attending. This town should have been behind her by now but she found herself unable to leave just yet. Reluctance soon turned to enthusiasm as Johanna found the perfect costume.

[thehannahlockwood]

“You almost got it that time.”

[frostontheiris]

Falling through time | Iris | Self Para

The cup was passed to her. She looked at it with first suspicion, and then as thought it was a snake that might bite her. She didn’t know what to do! This drink was laced, she knew that without a doubt but with no proof but a vision she didn’t really want to announce to the entire community, how could she stop everyone from being drugged? Her words echoed in her mind.  An ear to listen starts the word and soon the lambs of slaughter heard. That’s what these people were becoming, lambs for the slaughter.

Iris watched as everyone drank heavily from the punch. Some were showing signs already that something was wrong. It was too late, Iris could to nothing but watch the lambs be lead to their end. She hoped it was a figurative end and not a literal one.

She bit her lip and moved away from the punch, her eyes flicked around as she tried to stay alert to anything that might signal Percy’s escape. But there was nothing, just party goers enjoying their Halloween. Even Percy’s spirit, who had been following her for weeks now, was absent, which only worried her. Iris searched the crowd for his face but only worsened this worry when she didn’t see him anywhere.

She moved away from the kitchen and the petrifying punch. As she moved through the house she eventually reached a quiet room at the top of the house. It looked like the hostess’s bedroom. She sat on the bed and let her mind move through time. Her eyes lost their colour in that typical swirl into her pupil and she moved into the future. But just as she entered that strange and sensitive state of mind –a scream emitted, then another, and another. Downstairs people screamed and cried out in fear. Iris moved her body with great care down the stairs towards the party a few hours before her.

Suddenly something pushed her, and she tumbled down the stairs. Iris screamed along with her schoolmates as she tumbled. But their fear would remain a mystery. As Iris tumbled down the stairs she tumbled through space and time. When she hit the bottom she looked to her hands. Her vision was still that over focused sight she was use to but that didn’t tell her anything about where she was though. What did give her a clue was the dark earth beneath her hands. She was outside. She looked up to see the sun was up, bright in the sky. It stung her eyes and she moved her sight elsewhere. Feet, covered by long dresses or sporting old shoes. She must be in the past.

Then her eyes landed on terrifying and authoritative eyes. They looked as though they met hers but of course that was impossible. Her Astral Production was completely undetectable. But those eyes sunk into her and made her cold. She hoped to never meet those eyes in person.  A voice followed, echoing in her ears and shaking the world around her. “Isabeau Sinclair-clair-clair-clair….” The name so familiar Iris spun her head to look for this witch. She was the one who threatened to awaken an original and kill a group of young teens. But she turned too quickly and was overwhelmed with the sights.  A licking flame, an old stone wall; a set of eyes she did recognise. Katherine’s eyes! Could she really be here? Or was she seeing something in the present or in another time? But the eyes were gone as soon as she’d seen them.  More images came, A stone hot with flame, a set of hands wringing a handkerchief, a SOMETHING ELSE. Her eyes finally settled on the centre of the fire pit. “You are being accused-used-used… of practicing Black-k-k-k Magic-c-c-c” A person stood in front of her view of the fire. Once again Iris thought she saw Katherine, the dark hair of the woman before her was so much like hers. But she must be wrong. “and performing a forbidden-bidden-bidden-bidden,” the voice continued, and Iris’ eyes moved to the firm grip a male hand held on the woman’s arm.  “Spell-ell-ell to turn the Darcy-cy-cy children into abominations-nations-nations-nations.”

So that’s where she was, at the beginning of the Darcy family’s immortality. She must be looking at Isabeau right now! Katherine’s ancestor and the villainess witch who was threatening her home right now. She wanted to be happy that this witch was being punished, but the energy of the crowd was dangerous, and the energy of the voice that spoke was even more so. She could be angry with Isabeau and think she was wrong in orchestrating this plan but she couldn’t hope for her death.

But her death came just the same. Iris’ roving eyes finally found their place in the flames that licked at Isabeau’s feet. She watched the skin begin to bubble and turn red then black. It was sickening. If Iris could have thrown up she would have. The screams echoed and rebounded on everything, deafening her. Iris covered her ears against the barrage of pain but it seemed to echo just as loudly inside her head as it did through this vision of a town. It seemed it would never stop until she felt a push and fell once more, through time itself.

With a hard knock Iris hit hard against a tree. She looked up to see blood, Bodies littered the forest floor. The smell was almost too much. It pushed through the putrid smoky smell of burnt flesh she’d encountered in Isabeau’s past. She looked from a blond, all American boy her age, chest open, to a small innocent girl, her neck lying at a strange angle. Red hair peeked out from behind a tree and Iris could only assume she was dead as well. She covered her mouth as her eyes focused on another heart being ripped out of a chest. The body of a man fell and revealed a man she’d seen many times in the last few weeks. His bloody hand closed around a human heart. Percy dropped the heart and looked up to someone behind Iris. She turned to look at who he watched when another push spun her too quickly and pushed her through time once more.

What horrible spirit was sending her through time like this. Didn’t it understand the danger it was putting her in?

After she stopped spinning she fell to the ground with a hard thud and looked up at a woman. Focused on her eyes Iris saw they held deep slits, like cat eyes. She heard the loud growl rip though a deep part of this woman’s chest. Iris dragged herself out of the way as this woman suddenly jumped. Wait- not jump… pounced. After a graceful leap Iris tried to settle her eyes on where the woman landed but could only see blood dripping over claws that disappeared into a human hand. Her eyes moved up to see the unfortunate human who had found their end at the hands of this strange creature.  But the face she saw had her screaming in terror.

Her Aunt’s eyes, unseeing and still, stared open at Iris. She was dead. Her Aunt was dead at the hands of this horrible creature. The screamed that moved from her Astral chest were unlike anything she’d ever felt. It filled the world with her pain on the plain she now laid crumpled in. Tears, hot with anger, moved down her face and her throat became raw from agony that ripped through her body. Her sadness rippled across the images she saw, effecting things in a way that would show in the real world. Plants wilted, the world lost its colour in a moment of desaturation and she was sure every soul present in that moment would feel her loss.

Iris desperately moved her eyes up to the woman who took her Aunt from her and memorized her features. She only just made it to her face before the woman leapt away. But Iris did it. This creature would be burned into her memory forever.  And when this creature surfaced in Crystal Cove, Iris would stop her!

A small voice reached her suddenly. A soft whisper against her cold skin. ‘Hello,’ it was a kind voice. Katherine’s voice. She tried to reach out to her in the physical world but exhausted from all this vision travel and lost in a time period she couldn’t actually pin point she had no strength to reach her body in the present. She held her breath and in the midst of panic and anguish tried to concentrate on getting back. ‘Iris?’ Katherine’s voice reached her again. She needed to get back.

Closing her eyes, Iris concentrated. She tried to lose herself in time even more, to let go of any physical connection to time and space. Her body glowed a bright light as she let herself drift in a dangerous way. If she didn’t do this right, she might lose her spirit forever and never wake from this astral projection. But it was the only way to get back to the present. She could feel herself lift, and drift away from time itself. Then suddenly she put every ounce of concentration she had to the present moment she’d left. She envisioned her body, lying as motionless as the dead. She could feel the headache she would get when she awoke from such mental focus being put into tying her back town to time.

Through closed eyes she could see the light of her body die down and in a sudden wash of cold gravity wrapped itself around her body and pulled her back into time. The present smacked her back so hard it knocked the wind out of her. She felt as though she might never breathe again –when a gasp of air Iris opened her eyes to the present, in the real world. Air rushed into her and a tear slipped across her cheek. She was at a loss for the energy to even move. She’d seen so much, too much.