[Habboxween] Habbox Hauntings

[hannahpig]

Are you ready for a spooktacular event?
Would you like to win up to 100c?
Then keep reading...if you dare!

On the 31st of October during the Halloween Prom we will be on air between 8 and 10pm reading ghost stories for you all to hear!
However there is a twist!

We want YOU to submit your scariest story below! You have from now until 11pm on the 30th to submit your scariest stories in to the ghost story competition! We will then pick as many scary stories as we like from the selection to be read out ON AIR! Paired with some halloween themed songs and spooky background music, could your story come out on top? Near the end of the show we will turn to the listeners and ask them which story shook them to the core! The top 3 will then be chosen!

What are all the prizes?

1st Place - 100c
2nd Place - 50c
3rd Place - 25c

You can inspire your ghost story from anything you'd like and of course the scarier the better! Even if it doesn't scare you, it may be someone else' biggest fear! So what are you waiting for? Enter your entry below and be sure to tune in at 8pm on the 31st. Oh and don't forget a change of underwear! You're in for a show that's sure you keep you up at night!


Mwahahahaha.

Me and DJ Tripjay can't wait to help you fulfil your biggest nightmares.

[-yayabanana-]

Exploring the tension between indulgent emotion and rationality, Bruce Springsteen’s ‘paradise’ directs us towards an awareness of the necessities of the real worlds responsibilities. Haunted by the lingering memory of a lost love, the lyrics narrate the metaphysical journey of the persona crossing the River Styx into the afterlife in spiritual pursuit of his lover in paradise.

The evocative olfactory and tactile imagery describing his longing to ‘reach’ and ‘feel your hair’ noting her ‘smell’ that ‘lingers in the air’ represents the hypnotic and seductive allure of his seductive inclination towards nostalgia and memory. The clear illusion to Dante’s Inferno in the protagonists search ‘on the other side’ of the river, however, carries with it connotations of death and abandonment and thus recalls the ambiguities implicit in Frost’s representation of emotional excess in ‘Home Burial’ where the subordination of the self to the impulses of heightened feeling is a destructive process that resists functional engagement with the world. The subtle and indisputable nature of the speakers weightless disappearance finds voice in alliteration sinking beneath ‘the river cool and clear, drifting down I disappear’ equates this immersion in grief to an abandonment of the self that is inevitably anchored to the instinctive withdrawal into emotion. As in Frost’s poetry, however, the author directs us towards an awareness of the burden of reality as he contracts the hollow nature of sorrow described through simile as ‘empty as paradise’. Emerging from the depths of sorrow, to ‘break above the waves’ and ‘feel the sun upon my face’ serves as a symbolic affirmation of regeneration and renewal recoiling from the subordination of thought and responsibilities to the allure of emotion, accepting the need to recognise loss and re-engage with the world.

In this way, Bruce Springsteen uses the process of discovery as a way of searching for an idealistic and nostalgic past and the attempts to relive old memories.

[DJ-Tripjay]

BUMP! Cant WAIT Too See you all there!

[hannahpig]

Come on everyone be sure to enter!!

[Jarkie]

The biggest scary story I can provide you is two simple words. These two simple words will haunt you for the rest of your life. It is so scary I have to put it into spoilers:

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ADULT LIFE :Gasp:

[hannahpig]

3 days left to enter!!

[hannahpig]

2 days!!!!

[FlyingJesus]

It was a dark and stormy night - the Moodlight had been turned right down on the black setting, and Clouds Of The Habbocalypse were stacked across the edge of the room. DJ-TripJay cautiously entered and peered into the shadows that lay ahead of him, struggling visually not only from the smoke of his "water pipe" but also the fog placed across the swamp floors. Slowly, he waded through the glowing green patches towards the other end of the room, where he spied a dull light flickering uncertainly. With every step he was greeted by a wired message - "GoOoOooo BaaAaaaAaAack!!" but he ignored the warnings and carried on forwards, thinking only of reaching that distant glimmer of brightness on the other side of the mass of swamp tiles.

Finally the smoke cleared; the bowl of his pipe was out. Lighting up again, TripJay continued on through renewed clouds of smoke, steam, and virtual fog, humming softly to himself. There could be no more than ten steps to go until he would be able to reach out and touch whatever it was that cast the light, and so on he went, still ignoring the message bubbles floating above him in whispered italics. He did not go back.

At long last TripJay had reached his goal. Had he not been blazed as bobba he might have recoiled in horror and wonder at what he saw now as the source of the light that he'd been following. It was huge! Towering about him, and swaying madly like a willow in a hurricane, there were stars of shining sparks spraying from its base. There were no feet, and indeed no legs, just two eerily long appendages that vaguely resembled arms on a cylindrical body possessing no true joints whatsoever, and the entire creature was coloured a deep cobalt, save for crude features near the top which could perhaps be the basic depiction of a face as imagined by a child or a madman.

With no warning, the stars stopped spinning and the lights went out completely. Now able to see only by the dim illumination of the lightning at the edges of the room, TripJay began to tremble. The last thing he saw was that ghastly ever-smiling face bearing down on him, before the entire screen went grey and save for the box in the centre with the terrifying message: "You were kicked from the room".

[hannahpig]

Not long left to enter guys!! loving the entries so far!!

[Conor]

One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends. She left the bar fairly late at night, got in her car and onto the deserted highway. She noticed a lone pair of headlights in her rear-view mirror, approaching at a pace just slightly quicker than hers. As the car pulled up behind her she glanced and saw the turn signal on—the car was going to pass—when suddenly it swerved back behind her, pulled up dangerously close to her tailgate and the brights flashed.

Now she was getting nervous. The lights dimmed for a moment and then the brights came back on and the car behind her surged forward. The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to look at the car behind her. Finally, her exit approached but the car continued to follow, flashing the brights periodically.

Through every stoplight and turn, it followed her until she pulled into her driveway. She figured her only hope was to make a mad dash into the house and call the police. As she flew from the car, so did the driver of the car behind her—and he screamed, "Lock the door and call the police! Call 911!"

When the police arrived the horrible truth was finally revealed to the woman. The man in the car had been trying to save her. As he pulled up behind her and his headlights illuminated her car, he saw the silhouette of a man with a butcher knife rising up from the back seat to stab her, so he flashed his brights and the figure crouched back down.