So, here's the thread where you can post all the stories you've written. (If you haven't seen our club yet, there it is: Writers of TFF)

The topic of October was "Reborn" - and I admit I'm late. xD"" Kehehe, I'm sorry, I just couldn't write anything. .,." And I've the feeling my story's not about "reborn". xD"

It seems to be a Halloween story. O.o Ah, read for yourselves. xD"


Reborn (yeah, I didn't find a title XD""")

"I wish he was still alive," I said, not knowing that I'd started a catastrophe through that.

'It had been my sincere wish, ever since my little brother passed away. It's now been a year that he wasn't at my side anymore and I still mourned over this loss. I had had a good time whenever we played together. I always felt great – there was nothing troubling me at that time. But then, one day, when we went out to play, my brother jumped out on the street and got hit by a car. We called for him, not wanting him to die, but...'

I opened my eyes. No, this was wrong. I felt tears on my skin, they were already falling upon my fingers as I wrote this diary entry. All the previous ones had been about my brother as well. I missed him. I wanted him to come back. Every day I wrote about him. Especially today.

It was Halloween again, and all the other kids were out getting candy from their neighbors. I had decided to stay at home – again. It's been this way ever since... that particular day.

To be honest, I didn't believe in ghosts and witches and such. I believed in life and death. Nothing more and nothing less. But today should change my life forever.

I decided to shut my diary and put it back on the shelf. Suddenly I noticed something had changed – a book was missing. Normally it stood next to my diary. It was an album with photos of me and my brother. That was the moment I got frightened and realized that it had gotten colder in my room. I shivered and hesitated to put my diary back. I still clutched on it as if it was my only hope.

Then I heard a sound behind me. All inside of me screamed that I should run away, now! I knew that if I hesitated now, it could be my end. It was.

When I finally managed to turn around, I saw a strange person. It was a little boy, all dressed in black, with long black hair and black... eyes. I shivered, knowing this couldn't be true. There was no human being that had black eyes. Yet it was what I saw in front of me. I shut my eyes and opened it again after a few seconds, just to be sure it wasn't a dream. It wasn't.

"You miss your brother," the boy said. His voice was deeper than I'd have expected. He was looking like a little boy, yet spoke like a grown man. I didn't know anything to do. I just nodded my head and hoped he'd do the talking.

After a few minutes – I just stared at him all the time and he stared back with his cold eyes – I decided he wouldn't say anything. So I opened my mouth. But there was no voice coming from it. I tried to say something, but it didn't work. I was too afraid. This boy had frightened me.

"You may speak to me, if you'd like to." He smiled. It wasn't a warm, welcoming smile – it was an evil, cold smile. I didn't dare to smile back at him. And he still just stood there.

"W-Who... are you?" I asked. When I finally found my voice again, there were so many things I wanted to ask: Who he was, how he's come to my room, why he was here, how he knew I missed my brother...

"Just someone who's watched you." He still smiled. "Someone who's the power to help you."

Help me? I wanted to laugh, but when I tried, it sounded like coughing. I smirked, then made one step back. Help me...?

"What do you mean?" I wanted to know. The boy smiled again. He had stopped smiling when I took a step back. He knew I was afraid of him. Yet he didn't move at all.

"I can bring your brother back."

It was then that I hesitated for a long time until I spoke again. Bringing my brother back. My dearest wish, my desire. Having my brother back. Talking to him again. All I still knew about my brother came to my mind instantly. All the fun we had, all the tears we shed, all the tears I shed when he died. The day when he was hit by the car. All the blood on the street. Everything. And now there was this boy who told me he could bring back my brother? I couldn't believe that, though I wanted to.

"H-How...?" I asked. The boy nodded his head.

"I thought you'd ask about it. Do you have any idea what I am?"
When I shook my head, he continued: "I am a demon who collects souls of people. I caught the soul of your brother when I was alone. Nobody was around, it was a great chance to get him."

I still didn't believe him. But then he folded his hands as if he were about to pray and mumbled a few words I didn't understand. Instantly a box appeared in front of him. It was a grey, small box.

"This is my collection of souls. If you like, I'll release your brother's."

I wanted to shout "Yes! Yes!", but I didn't manage to do so. I knew there was something wrong with this boy. I just knew he was planing something. Why should he give me my brother back for free, though he was a demon?

"You don't believe me, do you?" He knew what I was thinking. He shrugged. "You know, it's not my brother we're talking about. I'd surely want him back. But if you don't, I'll leave..."

"No! Please stay! Please...," I hesitated, "tell me what I have to pay for my brother's soul."

The boy smiled yet again, knowing he had reached his aim.

"Yours," he said. "I only want your soul in exchange."

I hesitated again. Then I nodded, not knowing what I did.

"Before you take my soul, demon." Now I believed his story. "Tell me... why do you do this?"

The boy laughed. "The happy little boy who's your brother will be reborn in your body – I'll take his soul then. For now, I just want your soul... as yours is scarred. I collect souls that are broken. His wasn't." I finally understood, but it was too late. "When he realizes his sister's dead, his soul will break. And then I'll get his soul again..."

My eyes widened, then suddenly they were vacant.