"Not all spirits are gentle," warned Yami ominously. It was now her turn.

Sean's house was covered from head to toe in family photographs. Some from family retreats to Ireland, others showing lost family relatives. Most of these photographs would include Sean in them, so it was only natural that he would look at them from time to time. However, one day he noticed something rather strange about the pictures: His mother seemed to have a red face in all of the photos. Rather shocked by this, he immediately ran downstairs to ask if anyone had done something to the pictures. They all answered no; even his mother, whom was quite worried. Later that day Sean's mother went to the hospital due to horrific 3rd degree burns caused by a grill catching fire for an unknown reason.

Sean's father decided to stay at the hospital that night and thought it best to send Sean home with his big brother Thomas and little sister Maria. As Sean walked into the house he caught glance of the family photograph in which he noticed the change to his mother's face, and found that Maria was not in the picture.

He ran upstairs to her bedroom only to find that she was nowhere to be seen. Alarmed by these strange events Sean called the police. Sean informed them that his sister had been kidnapped and that someone was in his house, possibly vandalizing his family's belongings. The phone immediately went dead, and as Sean went to put the phone down he caught a glimpse of an animal in the corner of his eye. He rushed out of the safety of his room to go and find the beast, but what he found was far worse.

The mangled bodies of his family lie in the corridor in front of his room, their faces frozen in a state that almost makes him vomit. And then it struck him. All the photographs had been removed from the walls, except for one which was a picture of Sean, with his face scribbled out.

The next day his two best friends went to visit him, because he was not answering his phone and was not at school all week. As they arrived, they noticed that the door had been left open. So they let themselves in, and were never seen again.

With that, she blew out her candle.

Yami had told the story well in her usual monotone that sent chills up her audiences' spines. She made the story very descriptive. The way she ended it without any explanation also made the audience speculate the cause of all the supernatural events.

It was now Lala's turn for a story. She was excited and really happy. "Hooray! It's my turn!" Not even the creepy atmosphere could dampen Lala's ever cheerful attitude.

One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.

His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.

He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.

She was so beautiful. He wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "No." He was devastated.

When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "No." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.

The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "No." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.

Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.

The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up.

He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.

Lala blew out her candle.

"So, this spirit in the photo kills people?" asked Daichi.

"Yeah, cute and deadly," nodded Lala. "Actually, she leads people to their deaths."

"I better be careful about picking up photos then," said Shinichi.

"Spirits aren't always there to cause mischief, though," said Amora. "Sometimes, they can give you a message. Here's a tale I heard in my travels…" spoke Amora. "It originates in the frozen north of Europe."

The native villagers say that there's a stretch of tundra just north of the village that is occupied by benevolent spirits. These spirits grant insight and warning, they say, to whoever visits them at night, once the sun has disappeared entirely and left the world in jet darkness.

A man named Toki drove out to the middle of the frozen expanse of ice and waited, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever commanded these people's reverence. They send their children out, bundled in furs to keep from freezing, on the eve of their 15th birthday to seek an audience with these spirits. Once they have achieved this, the children run home to their parents to share the news. From then on these children are considered adults in the village. Engaged couples visit this tundra on the night before their wedding. The entire village stays up all night awaiting their return, as it is upon their return that the couple either decides to proceed with their marriage, or to abandon it. The elderly visit the tundra whenever they are sick or ailing, and often make their condition worse by staying all night in the cold. When they return, however, it is most often with an air of sheer serenity.

So Toki waited, curious to see what phenomenon might inspire people so powerfully. He waited for hours, bundled in his parka and sitting on the hood of his pickup. He waited until he felt that he was going to freeze to death, even in his thick clothing.

He heard the spirit before he saw it.

A crunching of snow in the silence made him jump off his truck and spin around. A hunched, gray-skinned man stood a few meters away. Sad, yellowed eyes stared back at Toki, set inside a skull from which sprouted only a few greasy hairs. He breathed heavily, with a rattle that shook his fragile ribcage, and one of his arms looked as if it had been messily broken and then neglected, allowing it to knit back together imperfectly. Badly scarred flesh marred his splayed legs. The man stared at him for perhaps ten seconds, breathing in the frigid air and exhaling a sickly dribble of steam, before disappearing when Toki blinked his eyes.

He spun around; looking for the man, but the man was truly gone. Approaching where the man had stood, he found a pair of bloody footprints in the snow. Frantic with fear, Toki got into his pickup and headed for the village as fast as the ice would allow. A few villagers were waiting for him when he arrived, knowing that he had gone out and curious as to what might happen.

He hastily got out of my truck and, approached the nearest villager. He demanded, "What is so benevolent about these spirits? What is so insightful? How do these spirits help you?"

"What did you see?" the villager asked, the look on his face now mirroring the fear in Toki's.

"I saw a man, horribly disfigured and desperately sick!" Toki screamed into the man's face and the rest of the villagers around them backed away a step. "Why? What does that mean?"

"The spirits show only one thing," the man explained. "They show their visitors, a year in the future."

"Not all messages are good ones," said Amora before blowing out her candle.

"Yes, which is why we shouldn't try to see into our own futures," nodded Shinichi. "Things happen."

"Indeed," agreed Amora. "And we can never predict what will happen next. Bad things can happen to good people too."

"And done by the people we lease expect," said Conda. It was now Conda's turn to tell a scary story. She was going to tell them a story she had been told as a young girl. It had been told to her by her father, who in his final days had visited the land of the Amazons.

Conda began her story quietly, "As legend goes, to become a skinwalker you must attain priesthood, and then kill a member of your own family. Then and only then can you gain the powers to shapeshift. Then, and ONLY then, are you a true skinwalker…"

According to local folklore, a man had done just that. A priest had supposedly not only killed one, but 5 immediate members of his family. They never caught this man. He disappeared into the woods, never to be seen again.

When Jason and Alex set out for their camping trip they knew all the old legends. And they laughed at the idea that a "skinwalker" would come get them it they trespassed on the old land. The same land that the supposed murders had taken place. And why should they believe the legends? A man becoming a beast was probably the most ridiculous thing imaginable.

Jason and Alex were brothers. They spent their entire lives together until Jason had gotten married. Then Jason moved away, and started a family. But not Alex. Alex stayed in their hometown, tending to their parents, making an honest living off the land, and trying to be a good person.

And Alex had succeeded at this. He hadn't broken a commandment in years, and was well on his way (well in his own mind) to heaven.

3 years had passed between their last get together. And 3 more might have passed if Alex didn't insist on a camping trip. But insist he did, and there they were.

It was getting dark, and the two of them were lying out under the stars. They were deep in the woods, and they had no maps, but they knew the path back from where they were. They had gone there as kids.

"…never know."

"Huh?" Alex replied. He only caught bits and pieces sometimes.

"We can never let dad know," Jason reiterated.

"Know what?"

"That we stayed here past dark. We promised him as kids, and I wouldn't want to upset him now. He's getting pretty close to dead, and if we started an argument now we may not resolve it in time for…you know. Just don't tell him or Ma. OK?"

"OK, no problem."

They both were silent for awhile, until up creeped a small raccoon.

"Well look at that," Alex called, as he pointed towards the critter.

It stared at them for several minutes. Not moving, not attempting to flee when they motioned towards it. It stayed almost perfectly still. And then finally it left.

Minutes later came a deer. Again the creature stayed and watched them. Unwavering determination glared in its eyes.

For about 2 hours the duo was kept awake as every animal they knew to live in the Forrest, and some they were sure didn't inhabit the area, came to gaze upon them.

The final animal was a grey wolf. It slowly moved towards them, and when it was 5 feet away it stopped.

"Don't move. Don't panic. It'll go," Jason assured Alex.

The wolf slowly stood up onto its hind legs and then its limbs began to contort and pop. Horror slid over Jason and Alex's faces as they saw the fur tear open, revealing light brown flesh underneath. Finally, they gazed upon what looked like a man with a wolf head.

The skull of the wolf split open like a melon. The fur sliding off it, the bone chipping and falling like a fragile eggshell. And in its place slowly grew out the head of a man.

The man now stood before the paralyzed brothers. They couldn't seem to move.

"This is my land," said the man, with an almost supernatural smile.

"Now…Now…Mister I'm gonna have to ask you to g…g…g…" Alex trailed off.

"Get the fuck away from us," Jason said as fiercely as he could.

The man began to laugh. And as he continued to laugh the pitch changed. It grew deeper, from that of a man to that of a demon. And soon it sounded as if Satan himself was bellowing out at them.

The man's skin grew black as coal, and his eyes yellow like a cats. His demonic laughter echoed through the Forrest, as he drew closer and closer. The brothers being unarmed had no choice other then to flee. And that's what they did. They ran as fast as they could, except instead of out to their cars, they were cornered into running deeper into the woods.

For hours they seemed to play cat and mouse. Several times animals they passed would burst open in a grotesque manner, revealing the deranged man. But they continued to run.

Finally reaching a cabin, they ducked inside. They were filled with fear, and the brothers felt that leaving the cabin meant for certain their deaths.

What they found in the cabin made them regret their ignorance on legends. For in the main bedroom of the cabin were corpses. At least a hundred of them. Every animal they had seen that night was there, along with some larger bodies…some human bodies…

It was then that the man burst into the room, except he was once more a wolf. In his deep voice he snickered out, "Welcome home!"

The following week the authorities found the cabin during their search for Jason and Alex.

Both brothers' faces looked as if they were eaten by an animal of some sort.

6 days later a security camera several cities over caught Alex filling up a car with gas. Several eyewitnesses also reported seeing the dead man. And on nearly all accounts he was seen smiling a wide, toothy, unnatural grin.

The way Amora told it had been eerie, and she made her story as descriptive as possible.

"My turn," Michiru said, smiling.

"Heh, this should be interest," Daichi muttered.

"It should, one of the people of ARMOR told me about it," Michiru said.

Ezekiel sighed. This was the fourth time a girl had dumped him. "When will I ever meet a girl that loves me?" he muttered under his breath. He was close to seriously doubting the existence of such a girl.

As he walked, he was not watching where he was going. Then, after a while of walking, he had a collision with a girl. Both of them had a surprised look on their face when Ezekiel fell on her. They both blushed at the situation.

He quickly got up. "I-I'm sorry, are you okay?" He helped her up. He gasped. She was beautiful.

"Yes, Thanks, my name's Sarah by the way," she said, grinning at him with a blush on her cheeks.

"Cool, my name's Ezekiel. Nice to meet you Sarah," he said, grinning.

Sarah was about to say something but she stopped. She looked past Ezekiel, her eyes where filled with fear. Ezekiel turned around only to see a priest glaring at the girl. She turned around and started running.

"Wait!" Ezekiel said. He ran after her until they reached a crossroads. After some cars passed, he looked to where he saw her last. But to his shock, she wasn't there anymore. It was like she had disappeared.

Ezekiel spent some time on the street for a few days as he tried to spot the girl from before. He then spotted a paper on the sidewalk. Curious, he grabbed it.

"Girl dies in car crash…" Ezekiel muttered, surprised. He began reading the article. "Sarah died at 4:12 at Friday May 4th from a black car of some kind. Police are still looking for the driver."

He stopped reading as he muttered "No way…" The girl he meet, was she…was she a ghost?

"Correct child." Ezekiel whirled around to see the same priest from earlier. "The girl you met was a ghost, and I was the priest that attended her funeral."

"Then, why did she appear?" Ezekiel asked.

"She felt scared and alone, she wanted someone to be with her in the realm of spirits and would have taken you with her, but I stopped her from doing that," the priest said. But Ezekiel wasn't listening. He saw the look in the girl's eyes before the priest arrived. Even though they'd just met, they realized they cared for one another.

"I see thank you, priest," Ezekiel said, sounding a bit hollow as he began walking away.

The Priest was making his rounds until he heard something from two men, "Did you hear about that boy they found who'd hung himself in his room?"

"Aye, Ezekiel, wasn't it?" The priest's head snapped up. He remembered hearing the boy introducing his name as Ezekiel to Sarah.

"Yep, he apparently committed suicide. When they read the suicide note, it just said, 'I'm meeting her on the other side'," the first man said.

"Ack, not another fool who killed himself because he lost a girl…Poor lad," the second man said.

"You don't know the full details," the priest thought sadly as he began walking away.

"Well I have this one story. I got it from reading a book written in Romanian," Chiaki said getting surprise looks from most of the others, except the NEO-NUMBERS. "What? To make sure our universal translators worked on other languages in written format; we read and decode foreign books," Chiaki said, annoyed.

The woman stood silently and was wearing black. Her blue eyes could see the lumbering creatures around her. She clenched her jaw as the first one charged.

A tall, Romanian man stepped in front of her holding a sword in his hand. She looked amazed as he effortlessly cleaved the demon in two. Another creature charged. In the blink of an eye, the man was behind it and it was bloody chunks on the grounds.

The mahogany-haired man growled intimidating at the other creatures and they fled in fear of him. "Don't tell me. You wandered into these woods, disbelieving the stories of the demons that haunt these woods?" the man said, turning to the girl, annoyed.

She answered scared, "I-I thought it was fake…a myth."

The tall man developed a sour look on his face as he mumbled, "An eternity, that's how long it will take for people to get past the 'haven't seen it, don't believe it' mindset."

He began walking away but stopped as the girl shouted, "Wait!" He turned around to see her crying a bit.

"You can't leave me here. I-I can't remember the path," the woman said, scared.

The man sighed as he said, "Fine, I guess I'll take you to my house tonight."

"Oh, thank you!" the woman said gratefully. Her eyes seemed to be glowing when the man's back was turned.

"So, that's your house mister…" she said to the man as she saw a small cottage.

"Dragomir," the man grunted.

"Nice to know, my name's Andreea," the girl said, getting a grunt.

"So, how did you heal the wound on your arm?" Dragomir asked, surprising Andreea.

"Ohh, well you see, it wasn't my blood. One of those demons was bleeding," Andreea said, shifting her eyes. Dragomir narrows his eyes but said nothing as he stepped inside his house. Andreea said nothing as she was nervous.

"Well get in," he said, making the girl nod as she stepped in. Dragomir showed her where she was staying for the night.

Dragomir opened his eyes to see his arms and legs were bound to a chair.

"So you're awake." He turned to see Andreea with a dark look in her eyes and shadowy wings. "So glad that the fool that's been attacking us demons is about to meet his end."

"So, it was a trap?" Dragomir asked.

"Of course. I can't believe that an idiot like you could fall for such a lame excuse," Andreea said. "I created that trap knowing the idiot human that's been attacking my kind would appear." As she said this, her body mutated to a large head with sharp claws. "PREPARE TO DIE!" Andreea screeched, opening her mouth to eat but stopped as Dragomir grabbed her jaw, having easily broke the binding, and pushed her backwards.

"What!" Andreea said, shocked, but her eyes widened when she saw Dragomir mutate into a dragon/gargoyle like creature.

"Foolish idiot, did you really think a human would be foolish enough to make a house here?" Dragomir chuckled darkly.

"W-what! Why are you helping humans!" Andreea said, shocked.

"Simple. You idiots are too gluttonous. If all the humans are gone, most of our species will go extinct, so I decided to take care of fools like you who only think with their stomachs," Dragomir sneered. "Besides I found an alternate food source for myself."

"W-what alternate food source?" Andreea asked, scared. She froze at the dark look in his eyes.

"That's simple…My fellow demons," Dragomir grinned as he lunged at Andreea. All that could be heard from outside of the cabin was loud screams of pain and horror.

KR CHROME: The stories that didn't make it into the final version so I put them up here.