forum How th Mighty have Fallen

Started November 26, 2019 by @chaos_generator_13 language

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Calix's eyes widened a little. "What in the actual fuck." He swore when he saw the heads, crossing his arms.

"It's been here for as long as I've been coming here. It's weir. I named it Jack the Ripper."
Alistor grinned, his face slightly ghostly in the poor lighting.

Calix shooo his head a little. "I see…and…how long have you been coming here?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

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"I've been coming here for at least 3 years."

Calix nodded a little. "Oh. Wow. Okay." He replied, running a hand through his brown hair. "That's…a long time."

"My dad works here as a exhibitor, so I pretty much have free reign of the place." Alistor stuffed his hand into a pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.
"I found this on the pedestal." Almost reverently, he handed it to Calix.

Calix took the paper, but didn't read it quite yet. He just raised his eyebrows a little, then looked down at it to read it.

"I'm not sure what it is. I think it's in some form of latin or something, but I can't tell."
Alistor frowned.

Calix nodded. "Ah. And…?" He handed the paper back, not at all sure what Alistor was trying to tell him.

"Nothing. It's just weird. Listen to this; Eraticxe, xe sidnuforp Ied arutaerc tse. Tiru sireuqes eguf eauq itsicef oitret utepi."

Calix frowned again, but shrugged. "I still don't see what the problem is." he admitted slowly.

'I can tell it says something important, but I can't figure it out. I can't take it out of her, or take it to an expert, because they'll ask me where this is from. This paper is OLD."
Alistor sighed and shoved the paper back onto the pedestal.
(that is backwards Latin)

"Ah. Uhm…have you tried Google Translate?" Calix asked slowly, looking at Alistor and the paper. "Or…?"
(ah okay lol)

"Yeah, and it doesn't work."

"Ah." Calix frowned a little bit. "Then I have…no idea. Sorry." he shrugged.

"Let's go. The rest of the class must be away from that thing by now."
Alistor headed for the door, waving Calix to follow, when a resounding thump echoed through the room, followed by a raspy scrape.

Calix froze at the thump, turning to peer into the room again. "Alistor?" He said slowly, stepping into the room. "Do you have any idea what that was?"

Alistor's already pale face when't much whiter.
"I don't know."
Another rasp sounder, and then a soft, but audible cough.

"Who's there?" Calix called in a low tone, frowning.

Alistor shone his phone's flashlight into the cluttered room, illuminating the clear plastic cover of the pedestal on the ground, the thing once under it no longer in it's place.
"Where the hell did it go?"

(it's fine)

Calix's eyes flashed. "Alistor…if this is a trick, I'm going to kill you." He said, crossing his arms.

“You think I’m messing with you?” Alsitor asked incredulously. “I just came here to get away from that thin-”
What was once on the pedestal now reared up, it’s emaciated face and skull like head snarling in some hellish growl.

Calix let out an undignified screech at the sight, leaping backwards with wide eyes. "What in the fuck?!" he exclaimed.