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GoblinFae:
Welcome!

WHAT IS THIS?
This is a new game we are trying out called Guess Who! How it works is a prompt will be given below and then members who are part of the game will log into an identical account aptly named "GuessWho" and post their own versions of it in this thread. After everyone has submitted, the round is closed and in an offline spreadsheet members will guess who posted what on their own tab. At the end everyone will reveal which post was theirs and a new round with a new prompt can begin.

COOL! HOW DO I PLAY?
Please only post using the GuessWho account and only write for the current round in play. Posts should be between 500-1500 words and adhere to original site rules. Participants have two weeks after a prompt has been posted to complete it before the round closes. But, don't worry if you missed this one, you can always join us for another round later. Also at the beginning of each post please also note both the round number and post number for that round your post is.

For example if I was the second person to post my submission for Round 1 I would post the following:

--- Quote ---Round 1, Post 2
--- End quote ---

ALRIGHT, BUT HOW DO I GET INTO THE ACCOUNT?
Message me, GoblinFae, your interest in participating in a round and I will give you the password as well as the link for the excel sheet. Please do NOT change the name of the account or password so that everyone has a chance to play.

GREAT! HOW DO I WIN AND WHAT DO I GET?
The member with the most correct guesses wins the round (no cheating, no telling each other your answers!) The prize for winning is a drawing done by either the fabulous Draco or Neph!

FANTASTIC! NOW IT'S TIME TO SHARE MY ANSWERS WHERE DO I PUT THEM?
A member who has been pre-selected and is not participating in the games will collect all the answers and will help compile them to ensure a fair and fun game for all members. Once everyone has submitted then the key will be posted and the winners announced in the thread below.

I WANT TO GET STARTED, WHICH ROUND ARE WE ON?
You can find the current round as well as previous rounds listed below:
Round 1

GoblinFae:
ROUND ONE PROMPT

--- Quote ---Since your sister died you’ve heard her voice in your head, then other people begin to mistake you for her.
--- End quote ---

Deadline to Post By: Wednesday October 10th

GuessWho:
Round 1 Post 1
Dear Diary,       
        I snapped awake, other students snickering at me for sleeping in the middle of lecture again. Mopping up the drool with the sleeve of my sweater, I could only think about what felt like it happened yesterday. Gabby's gone, the little ball of sunshine, the one that woke me up every day with by pouring water on my face, the one that sat with me at breakfast until I was done eating. I can still hear her voice shouting my name. Everyday is a haunting nightmare with her gone now.
        The bell rang, I lazily gathered my belongings and trudged my way to calculus. My sister's voice rang in my head, she called my name a thousand times. I arrived to class 5 minutes early, as usual, somehow a tear managed to escape my eye.

"Hey, you alright?" -my best friend, Reid, attempted to comfort me.

"Yeah, it's just been a bit hard lately."

"I know," he wrapped his giant wrestler arms around me, unknowingly bear hugging me until i nearly fainted. He doesn't know how strong he is, he's been working very hard for his title too, but the thought is all that matters.
        School finished, thankfully the bus ride home was short and sweet. I combed around the house looking for mom. She was in her room again, mourning alongside all of the pictures of Gabby. I couldn't help but go and help comfort her. We wound up reminiscing on old memories for a couple of hours whilst dad was drinking again as a means to cope. I followed suit soon after mom fell asleep, but neither of us could hold back from tears.

For once I didn't want to be the only child.

       After passing out on the couch I lazily got up and went through my morning routine. Then mom pops up out of nowhere and starts to comb my hair? She only used to do this for Gabby, but I guess it was just a coping mechanism so I just rolled with it. When I left for school, Dad kissed me on the forehead before heading I got on the bus. I was so confused, but the day only kept getting weirder from then on.
        Arriving at school, I was put into all of Gabby's classes, her friends started talking to me and wondering why I was ignoring them. Reid was even hitting on me and that's when it came full stop.

"Bro what in the world are you doing? Do I look different to you or something? What the hell is going on?"

"Bro? Uhhh, Gabby are you alright there?"

"Gabby? What in the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm just gonna leave you be Gab, catch ya later!"

What in the world is going on?

        I kept asking around for information but no results other than: "Gabby you're being really weird" kept coming up. I decided to wait until I got home to look for more answers. Later that night I walked into the bathroom and couldn't comprehend what I was looking at.

I-I-I-I turned into my sister?

        The shock only lasted for so long until a stabbing feeling dug deep into my back. I woke up to see my sister beside me.

Twas all a dream.

GuessWho:
Round 1
Post 2

I lifted my hand, much like a marionette might when the puppeteer pulled on its string, and rested my palm against the fogged bathroom mirror. The glass was both warm and cool on my skin, the moisture beading under my hand and dripping down, creating tiny snail trails in the condensation directly beneath my wrist. Yet I didn’t move my hand, didn’t slide it one way or another, didn’t remove it. It was just there, as if it were stuck on the glass, as if it had a mind of its own.

You’re so silly. If you don’t look, you’ll never know, now will you?

My sister’s voice echoed in my mind, along with her gay laughter that trilled like the call of a songbird. I knew the sound intimately, because that was how she always laughed. Whether she’d laughed for real or laughed out of meanness or laughed out of spite or laughed out of fake mirth, she’d always laughed like a songbird, just a high-pitched hee-hee-hee-hee.

I closed my eyes and squeezed them until all I could see were bright spots and blackness. I felt my fingers curl against the glass of the mirror, and under my other hand, the soft material of the towel I was wrapped up in bunching in my fist. I inhaled through my nose and let the breath out through my mouth. It was a calming tactic I’d forced myself to learn the day I woke up and discovered that my sister had died. Every time I began to feel anxious or overwhelmed, I would just breathe, and a sense of utter calm would come over me, as if my sister’s ghost was trying to tell me everything was going to be just fine.

But everything wasn’t “fine”.

Since she was gone, nothing seemed to be “fine” anymore, no matter how hard I tried to live my life with some sense of normalcy.

You were never normal, you know that. Ever since we were kids, things were never normal with you. Things were never normal with us.

She was right, in a fashion. When my sister and I were growing up, I could hardly sleep because I kept having nightmares. Nightmares that I couldn’t remember, but somehow were important all the same. All I knew was that they were scary and, for a kid my age, traumatic. I remembered bits and pieces - pools of blood, shards of bone, the sound of screams and crying - but I couldn’t remember anything else. I hadn’t had them in a long time once I got older and got my own place away from my sister, but, lately, it seemed as if with the advent of my sister’s death, those nightmares seemed to be coming back with a vengeance.

A vengeance borne of your own guilty mind, maybe? My sister asked, her voice now no longer mirthful but serious. I mean, that’s why you keep talking to me, right? Feeling guilty?

“Feeling guilty?” I replied, my own voice rough with disuse. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d spoken, and it felt as if my mouth and tongue were being manipulated by someone else’s hands. “What do I have to feel guilty for? You were the one who put us in that situation.”

Was I? The mirth returned, but this time it had a bite to it. Are you sure?

I ignored her and squeezed my eyes shut even more until I was sure I would pop my own eyeballs under the pressure I was putting on them.

Oh, come on now. Don’t ignore me! I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you upset. Come on, why don’t we finish up in here and go put on something nice and go out?

“I don’t want to go out.” I whispered. “I can’t go out.”

Sure you can!

I clenched my teeth then, tight enough that my jaw was beginning to hurt. How could I tell her I couldn’t go out? It had been a few weeks after she’d died that it had started, that one of our mutual friends had come up to me and threw her arms around me in a tight hug. It startled me because I didn’t like to be touched by other people - that had been my sister’s thing. She loved hugs and touching, and hugged strangers like she couldn’t get enough of physical touch. I, on the other hand, fist-bumped because I didn’t want to touch others’ hands, and I didn’t like hugs, and I didn’t like people touching me. But here she was, hugging me tight. Like she would my sister.

And that wasn’t the only incident.

I’d run into my sister’s fiancee - well, ex-fiancee - on my way out to work, and his face had lit up so bright and happy. He’d run right over to me, grabbed me, and kissed me so deep and so hard that my lips had bruises on them when he pulled away. I could barely remember what he’d said, but he’d pushed my sister’s ring onto my finger. I’d escaped and avoided him since then, but he was still blowing up my phone and leaving presents at my door.

Our parents looked at me with absolute rapture on their faces, as if God really did exist, and had begun asking me where I was, as if they couldn’t see me standing right in front of them.

People whom my sister had known, but that I didn’t, had begun talking to me as if I was her, and I no longer existed.

I’d quit my job. I’d quit answering my phone. I’d quit social media. I could escape them, but I couldn’t escape her.

Oh, my darling, my sister said, her voice sad and contrite. You knew what you were getting into when you did it. Don’t you remember? She laughed again, her bird-call laugh trilling through my head. Besides, it isn’t that bad. You’re still you, aren’t you?

“Shut up and leave me alone.” I growled.

She laughed harder.

My eyes opened against their will, no longer seeing pitch blackness and colored spots, but the bathroom mirror covered in condensation, the vanity, the marble of the sink and the silver of the faucet, the little cup that held my toothbrushes, and the other little knick-knacks and doodads I’d left on the countertop.

...Why did I have a second toothbrush?

...Where did that make-up come from? I didn’t wear that brand.

...What wasn’t I seeing?

Come on. My sister said, still giggling. Nothing’s changed. Nothing’s any different from before. Except that before, I could do as I wanted and you’d just clean up after me, because you loved me and wanted to protect me. Because, before, you knew what caused of the blood and the tears and your nightmares, right? And now...

My hand, which had been on the mirror the entire time, moved of its own accord, smearing away the condensation and leaving a streak of water superimposed over the reflection in the mirror. It distorted the image, made it seem unreal and impossible, and I knew I couldn’t be seeing what I was seeing.

“Can’t you now?” My sister’s voice was loud to my own ears, and the cadence and lilt made my heart pick up and beat rapidly. I tried to start my calming breathing routine, but I found I couldn’t even draw breath into my own lungs. “Do you see what I see, said the night wind to the little lamb? Do you see what I see?”

I stared, unable to speak or move. No. No. NO!

My left eye winked against my will, and my lips twisted up into a smile so evil and so cruel that even I couldn’t have possibly done even if I tried. My hand left the mirror and touched my face, as if it were a stranger’s hand touching a stranger’s face.

“They see. They all see.” My sister crooned in a sing-song tone. “You’re the only one who was blind.” She patted my cheek - her cheek - like she used to when we were kids, then blew the reflection in the mirror a narcissistic kiss. The sound of it in my ears was like a blow to the head and I felt myself falling away.

Her bird-trill laugh chased me all the way into darkness.

GuessWho:
Round 1, Post 3
It started on a Tuesday. You'd have thought it would have happened on a Monday or a Friday, maybe even a Sunday. But no, it started on a regular, boring Tuesday. So let me set the scene for you: I was at work in an absolutely mind-numbing meeting about the new ad campaign. Everyone was patting themselves on the back, congratulating Ted on generating the most revenue with his sales pitch, and getting hyped up on another otherwise mundane life experience while my skull was pulsing harder than the 4th of July.

I'm sitting there thinking, yeah okay Karen, no one gives a shit about your brand new baby and how wonderful your husband is. We all know you're fucking Paul from accounting. And Todd your "business expense" allowance really doesn't need to be upped. You just need to not be so much of a lush. Yes, Jillian, your new zero calorie diet really is the shit. And it will probably kill you not that you'll last long before you're onto the next health fad.

My thoughts would have probably continued in such a tirade. I really do hate this job and my coworkers. But then, Hannah giggled. For a moment, I think I might have actually smiled even. God I miss her. It's hard to believe sometimes that she's dead. I mean as much as I hate the damn phrase I just always assumed "from womb to tomb" and she just beat me to it I guess.

Ever since she died that little voice in my head became hers. "Jonah pick up your shoes. Jonah lock the door. Jonah...Jonah...Jon ah.” She used to rag on me something fierce when we were kids. Now, I regret hating her for it. The whisper of her memory was a comfort to me. That giggle sounded so real in my head too. The knee jerk reaction to suddenly look up and around had long since been buried but it had not stopped the memory from seeming so real.

My headache only seemed to be getting worse too. I remember closing my eyes for a moment. But, when I opened them again I was laying on the floor with everyone leaning over me, looking extremely concerned. For a moment I even thought I heard them calling for Hannah, but it was just Karen trying to get my attention. My chest hurt and my nose had started to bleed; I was a mess! It was no wonder they had all insisted that I got to the hospital.

I opted out and instead went straight home. The whole walk to the train, Hannah was in my head with her moanings and groanings. I did my best to drown her out, too tired to deal with her in light of my more pressing exhaustion and ailments. I was lucky that it was the middle of the day on a Tuesday to be heading home from the big city. Most people were still too busy coming in in droves to fill the outbound cars yet.

I had grabbed the first available seat and was just settling in for the long ride home when someone sat next to me. “Hey!” I heard her say in that tone of shock and familiarity that comes from running into that high school friend you thought you'd never see again or that buddy who fell off the face of the Earth. "It's Cally!” she declared, pressing a manicured hand to her chest as if that would suddenly make me recognize her. I could only smile and nod enthusiastically without having any idea who the bubbly blonde was.

“How are you? Oh my god I can't believe this! After all this time too! Oh god it's so good to see you! Mark and I are celebrating our third anniversary! Can you believe it? You were totally right like seriously I can't believe it. He was so cheating but we are so over that now and we're going to have a baby!”

He's still cheating on her and she's too dumb to realize. The baby is a last ditch effort to make him stay. Give it a year and she'll be knocked up and alone.

It was hard not to snort at Hannah’s voice finally drowning out the bubbly blonde's chirping. She always had a way of cutting to the wick and knowing things others failed to see. Sometimes even now I wonder how she couldn't foresee the outcomes of the event that would eventually take her own life. I guess it's a lot easier to be on the outside looking in on the chaotic snowglobe than to be caught up in the storm yourself.

“...anyway this is my stop! It's been so great to see you, Hannah! We have to have you over for dinner some time. Give me a call, yeah?”

She had taken off in such a whirlwind that the fact she had called me Hannah hadn't even registered until I got home. By then though the pain was excruciating. It felt like having a jackhammer drilled through my ribcage and all the bones were bending and rattling without shattering. Last thing I remember was missing the couch and passing flat-out on the floor, the ceiling melting overhead until blissful darkness overtook me.

When I next came to, I could only describe it as feeling like I was waking from the dead. My body felt hollow as if made of wood and my thoughts were fuzzier than a fleece blanket. I couldn't say for certain how long it took to peel myself off the floor but, it certainly wasn't easy. I felt worse than any college hangover had ever made me feel. I remember my tongue feeling heavy and thick in my mouth and tasting like dirty socks. Hannah was quiet for once and I was grateful to not have her nattering in my head for once.

I stumbled in a dazed stupor to the bathroom, stubbing my toes twice along the way and cussing up a storm before finally making it to my destination. A cold sweat had coated my brow and ran down my back in sticky trickles as my hands clutched the cool porcelain of the sink in earnest. I had grown feverish in those moments and when my head lolled to the side and caught sight of a figure in the corner of my vision, my grip on the sink suddenly faltered and I went sprawling in shock.

A woman's voice, shrill and absolutely terrified broke the silence. The sound grated on my nerves and hurt my ears so much that I just wanted to yell at her to shut the fuck up already. I clapped my hands over my ears in hopes of drowning it out but it was if the sound was coming from inside my head instead. My throat felt raw, yet still the woman would not stop screaming and I could not manage to work my mouth to tell her to stop.

Movement caught my attention and I was faced once more with the figure from the corner of my eye. This time she was crouched just as I was, hands clasped over her ears, and maw open in a scream. I reached for her, unsure if it was to help her or smother her only to freeze in cold disbelief as my reflection reached back for me. That's when I realized the truth.

For you see, it started on a Tuesday. You'd have thought it would have happened on a Monday or a Friday, maybe even a Sunday. But no, it started on a regular, boring Tuesday. My name is Hannah, and my brother Jonah is dead.

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