LJ Idol Season 10: Campfire Stories
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xlovebecomesherWhen Rachel won a first class, all expenses paid trip to Paris for 10 days, she thought she had died and gone to heaven. She had always dreamed of going to Paris and seeing the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe. She pictured herself walking hand in hand with a handsome Parisian who fell in love at first sight with her at a little French cafe; they'd stroll by day whispering sweet nothings to each other and at night, they'd make passionate love. She had wished and wished so fervently to travel to Paris all her life that when she won this trip, she was sure that all of her dreams had come true.
So when she happened to meet the most gorgeous man that she had ever seen while eating a chocolate croisssant at a little Parisian bakery, she fell in love with him instantly and he with her. Pierre Alexandre Dubois was tall, dark haired, and had the most charming French accent. His smile warmed her heart, his laugh made her smile, his sweet words drew her to him. He was dressed impeccably; no other man she had ever met wore a beret and a cravet. Just like in her dreams, they strolled through the city of Paris by day and made sweet, passionate love at night. No doubt about it, she was in love.
On her last night in Paris as he showered, she wondered morosely how in the world was she going to leave her true love? She thought about how all her dreams came true in this magical city and how alone she always felt at home. She pondered extending her trip (or even permanently moving to Paris) when she realized something strange about Pierre. He never removed his beret or cravet no matter if they were strolling or if they were in bed. He even slept with them on! At first, she thought it charming but something about his insistance to always wear them and how he would yell if she suggested to remove them even just while in bed suddenly sent warning signals through her. It was nothing, she told herself. Everyone has their quirks. But for some reasons, the warning signals would not leave her.
Rachel laid awake staring at him as he slept peacefully that night. She had to know, she told herself. If she was going to stay in Paris and be with him and maybe become Mrs. Pierre Dubois one day, she had to know why he was so insistent on the beret and cravet. Maybe it was just scars or bruises that he didn't want her to see; but she loved him scars and all. Before she lost her nerve, she tried to take off his beret but it wouldn't budge. Frowning, she tugged and tugged again. She finally pulled so hard that she went flying out of the bed with Pierre's beret and something else covering her. She got up from the floor and what she saw made her scream. There was Pierre...laying in bed with no skin, just a skeleton of Pierre still wearing the cravet! She looked down at herself and realized she was covered in his skin. She screamed even louder.
"You just had to know," the teeth clacked. "The only thing that held me together was that beret and now that's gone! While you're at it, since you felt you had to know so bad, pull the cravet!" She froze. "Pull it!"
She pulled hesitantly; his head rolled off the bed and on to the floor next to her feet.
"Do you still love me now? You had a chance to make your dreams come true and you ruined it!" The cackling echoed through the room.
She fainted.
That morning when she woke up, there was no remnants of Pierre Alexandre Dubois left in the room. She quickly packed her stuff and fled never to return to Paris again. Some dreams, she learned, were not worth the price.
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Note: The topic was Campfire Stories. One of my favorite ghost stories is The Green Ribbon where Jenny always wears a green ribbon and Alfred never understands why until he learns that her head is held on by a green ribbon. This story is a homage to The Green Ribbon. This is my first ever attempt at writing a scary story. I hope you liked!
So when she happened to meet the most gorgeous man that she had ever seen while eating a chocolate croisssant at a little Parisian bakery, she fell in love with him instantly and he with her. Pierre Alexandre Dubois was tall, dark haired, and had the most charming French accent. His smile warmed her heart, his laugh made her smile, his sweet words drew her to him. He was dressed impeccably; no other man she had ever met wore a beret and a cravet. Just like in her dreams, they strolled through the city of Paris by day and made sweet, passionate love at night. No doubt about it, she was in love.
On her last night in Paris as he showered, she wondered morosely how in the world was she going to leave her true love? She thought about how all her dreams came true in this magical city and how alone she always felt at home. She pondered extending her trip (or even permanently moving to Paris) when she realized something strange about Pierre. He never removed his beret or cravet no matter if they were strolling or if they were in bed. He even slept with them on! At first, she thought it charming but something about his insistance to always wear them and how he would yell if she suggested to remove them even just while in bed suddenly sent warning signals through her. It was nothing, she told herself. Everyone has their quirks. But for some reasons, the warning signals would not leave her.
Rachel laid awake staring at him as he slept peacefully that night. She had to know, she told herself. If she was going to stay in Paris and be with him and maybe become Mrs. Pierre Dubois one day, she had to know why he was so insistent on the beret and cravet. Maybe it was just scars or bruises that he didn't want her to see; but she loved him scars and all. Before she lost her nerve, she tried to take off his beret but it wouldn't budge. Frowning, she tugged and tugged again. She finally pulled so hard that she went flying out of the bed with Pierre's beret and something else covering her. She got up from the floor and what she saw made her scream. There was Pierre...laying in bed with no skin, just a skeleton of Pierre still wearing the cravet! She looked down at herself and realized she was covered in his skin. She screamed even louder.
"You just had to know," the teeth clacked. "The only thing that held me together was that beret and now that's gone! While you're at it, since you felt you had to know so bad, pull the cravet!" She froze. "Pull it!"
She pulled hesitantly; his head rolled off the bed and on to the floor next to her feet.
"Do you still love me now? You had a chance to make your dreams come true and you ruined it!" The cackling echoed through the room.
She fainted.
That morning when she woke up, there was no remnants of Pierre Alexandre Dubois left in the room. She quickly packed her stuff and fled never to return to Paris again. Some dreams, she learned, were not worth the price.
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Note: The topic was Campfire Stories. One of my favorite ghost stories is The Green Ribbon where Jenny always wears a green ribbon and Alfred never understands why until he learns that her head is held on by a green ribbon. This story is a homage to The Green Ribbon. This is my first ever attempt at writing a scary story. I hope you liked!
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