i'VE NOTICED SEVERAL POSTS ABOUT THIS SO i THOUGHT I'D WALK YOU THROUGH IT

a little girl around 8 or 9 in a little white easter dress is walking down a neighborhood street bouncing a little red ball. as shee approaches an obviously deserted large house with a sinster demeanor, her attention moves from the ball to the house. Not paying attention to her bouncing, the ball hits the curb and ricochets toward the house. As she chases the little red ball toward the house, the ball picks up unatural momentum and bounces right into the huge gaping front door. THe little girl pauses for a moment, looks up at the house which now appears to be staring down at her, and cautiously enters the house in search of her little red ball. as she slowly walks into the atrium, she surveys the decaying mess that once was obviously a beautiful mansion. She becomes mesmerized by the exquisite detail of every inch of the banister winding up the seemingly endless staircase in front of her. Suddenly her thoughts are broken by a horrifying commotion. She whips around to run out the front door, but finds only a blank wall where the door once stood. Friqhtened, she runs down the first hallway she sees, trying desperately to find a way out, but with every turn the world behind her changes, bending to the will of the house, so that even finding a path back to the atrium where she began becomes impossible. Terrified, the little girl sinks into a corner, puts her head in her hands, and weeps.

10 years later....

the little girl wakes up in a panic, now a young woman.. dirty, scarred. She's now clothed in black pants, work boots, and a black wife beater. Her skin is pale and dirty. Sun has not graced her flesh in over a decade. She wakes to find a meal placed on a dirty silver tray before her, just enough to sustain life, just like every morning before. Placed there by a figure she can only see in passing, around a corner, walking through a door.... a figure that has become her only friend, and her only hate. Her entire existence has become nothing but to hunt and destroy this shadow that keeps her here. As she hunts him relentlessly day after day, she becomes lost in the dicotemy of her being. This thing that keeps her here, this person that repeatedly rapes her mind and watches her when she sleeps, has become her only friend. FOr is this person left, she would cease to exist. For she live only to kill him. But lives only FOR him. Every day the house changes around her, so that every day she wakes in a foreign land. The only constant... is him. She hears his heart beating, she smells him, she can only think of finding him, but he is also the only thing she knows of love.

that's basically what haunted is about

whoa... that's kinda twisted... but I'm sure there's levels there that I don't even understand. Pretty cool tho... and good song... kinda reminds me of Feardotcom

Duuuuuuude. Whoa. Cool.

*drools*

Ben I love your imagination dude... that was uberc00l.

-Shaun

Sounds to me like we all need to go camping so Ben can tell us creepy stories around the fire...

Edit: Not to get anything started again, BUT...Ben was left out of the festivities last night. And I feel I must treat everyone equally...so without further ado.....
Me-><-Efanar
Ooooh, what fun!! tee hee tee hee :twisted:

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AMEN to that! About creepy campfire stories! wee wee! Dude, Ben, I read that this morning before work, when it was bright outside and I still got chills! THe way you choose adjectives...creepy! and the whole imagery of it...i played it in my mind as i read it....do you write novels? under a different name perhaps?
So, do you and amy team up and write the song? or is this completey your work? I know she wrote a lot of songs.. just wondering
Kudos to you man, i love how every song you guys write tells a story...that you can totally play along with in your head!

Ok, what's up with the double post (Ben and Amy + Evanescence Chat). I was seriously confused when I read this thread and didn't see the same posts as before.

For confusing my feeble mind, I think this calls for a shot of criticism. It's not like anybody else here is going to complain. Sycophantic comments abound. I mean, really, does the band want to hear how great they are all the time? Ok enough hot air, here's the criticism you've all been waiting to hear.

The story is really awesome, but get a spell checker, man.

(sorry if I've incurred the wrath of the efanar)

*steps back to avoid the massive amounts of wrath that is to be unleashed upon torunforever*

psst, wtf are you thinking, man? :P

Haha. Well, I'll have to go live in a cave for a while. I try to be honest and not throw compliments around freely. It'll be my downfall.

Okay, I reread Ef's post...The spelling isn't totally atrocious. I think you were trying for "smartass" and only got to "ass"...