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-> Corrado Cristaldi
I believe Mr. Cristaldi here that he thinks he is about finished and is just trying to figure out how to work the Wiki, but I can not be entirely sure, my Italian is very weak (I.E. I had a little help from Wiktionary  )
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06/28/05
Was in the violin recital at Seton Hill. We had already did the public recital, and now we were going to do the recital in front of the
whole collage, this time on a stage in the basement. It was early, so I decided to go down and check out the basement. I went down and
found the basement littered with wooden instruments, mosly basses of a variety of sizes, most too large for the average person to play.
Behind the basses were a few instruments such as mandolins and banjos. I strummed a mandolins open string and the strings were not taught.
I went over to a xylophone nearby, almost knocking over a kettledrum that was built like the belly of a super-large bass. The xylohpne was
in two parts. Somebody was wheeling the bass section away so I plucked a C from the trebe half to tune the mandolin. When the violins were
ready to rehearse, I came back down to the basement after having ventured back upstairs. I had to borrow a violin from Mrs. Volker because
mine was not in playing condition. I had a choice of four of her instruments, and picked the one with the warmest, clearest tone. My seat
was at the back, and everything was there. When we were to start rehearsing, I found that my bow was missing, and remembered that it was
still sitting on the bench were the violins were. The first song we played was excerpts from The Lion King, and I had to play it pizzicato
because my lack of bowing implements. A pencil just didn't work well, too quiet and short. I was sitting right behind Mrs. Volker, and was
looking over her shoulder at her music becuase all mine had disappeared. I had a real hard time, and couldn't play half of it. Before we
began the next piece, Mrs. Volker reappeared with a bow for me, which I rosined and used for the Tchaikowsky Serenade and String Quartet Rag.
I found that I still couldn't play anything, and felt doomed for when we were to actually perform. I remember an announcement coming over
the loudspeakers for every student to report to the basement auditorium for the recital. I remember asking Mrs. Volker, Mr. Volker, and
somebody from the collage where those basses and other instrument went to, and according to each of these people, they were never in existance.
Was in violin practice, presumebly at the Volkers' house in the living room we we normally practiced, but was darker, like the basement
studios. Instead of a solid surface, the whole floor, or most of it, was like a giant matress layed down in the room. Mr. or Mrs.
Volker, I don't know which, was directing us, and stepped away for a moment. We hadn't begun yet, and there were only a few of us
there by now. Among them were myself, a girl in front of me, Alissa Jones, Ashley Hissem, and Kayla Bleckly. Everybody was down on
their knees or sitting cross-legged. I had all but my bow ready which was laying on the dormant heater built in along the wall.
Retrieving it meant passing the girl sitting in front of me. I waited a while to see if she'd move on her own, but I finally gave up
and came up behind her. I suddenly discovered she was Dawn March. Surprised, I exclaimed, "Oh, I didn't know you played violin."
We talked for a few moments and I grabbed my bow in front of her. When I went to go back to my place in the back by the wall, Dawn
insisted I take her place, but I insisted that she needn't move. She leaned back and began to pull herself toward the wall at the same
time I walked in the same direction on my knees, the result of which combined with the lack of solidity below, rather like moving about
a water bed, becoming a loss of balance for the both of us, and I winded up holding myself up by my arms from falling right on top of
her. She had leaned back as I leaned forward and I was now right above her, the both of us laughing face to face hysterically at the
incident, at which point we had gained the attention of the others in the room plus Mrs. Volker, who had just walked in.
Above the basement stage were the violin recital was to be held was a spiral staircase or similar opening straight down from the upper floors.
It was said that a beast or spirit was hanged by a rope decending this great hole. I accidently released the spirit by inadvertently tugging
on the rope by which the spirit was hanged/hung.
7/2/2005
7/3/2005
Was in a race, kinda like video game (similar idea and gameplay). Reminded of the Monster Truck Madness game engine, but featured boards
that allowed the holder the fly. They seemed like those little floating boards used by lifesavers and on large ships, but other times seemed
like a very thin and flexible cardboard sheeting, which made reaching desired trajectory quite difficult. We were racing on a mountain top
track, and were supposed to stay below a certain altitude. Were flew over and around many mountaintops with much freedom aside from the
nessicity to cross the finish line first. Halfway through the race, a lone racer, I veered off to do some 'off-roading' and halve some fun.
I was soon being pursued by police. I reached the end of the track zone a found nearly nothing. Almost completely unvegetated flat land,
with the occasional hill, as if the programmer got tired of typing in hills the the regular racer would never see. I was now at an automobile
intersection (how I got there I don't know). The cops were blocking the other end, but I managed to distract them and sprint through where
they had blocked. I knew they would ensue soon, so I run through the neighborhood, desperately trying to lessen the distance between me and
the nearest airport. I though it was smart ditching my shoes, because they might try and follow my distinct shoe prints. I also made sure to
run on the sidewalkm, as they cops hadn't probably yet realised I had escaped their lock. I gained entry to a house in the neighborhood and
the folks let me hang out in the trailer in the backyard. Later in the trailer, I heard footsteps out side. The police had found me. They
had tracked the linens my socks left as a trail to my hideout for days until locating me. The blew the door open and found nothing in the
trailer the hinted of my presense, for I had hoisted myself up into the ceiling of the trailer and by their short examination they had not
noticed me. Eventually they caught me and I apparently was jailed.
12/29/04
All of GSMS was in the auditorium for a musical, or play but with some of the band playing to accompany it.
I was in the balcony stage left with the band. Some time into the performance, I noticed a lone girl near the curtain far
stage right when some people behind screamed bloody murder, which indeed it was. After a few moments, nearly everybody had filed
out from behind the curtain and spilled onto the stage screaming, the one girl who was already there remained in shock and looked
to see what was going on. The audience stood appalled as a creature, resembling a pirate with bloody cuts and scrapes appeared behind
the girl who had now turned around. As she spun, she was met four times with the claws of the pirate, cutting a double X pattern deep
into her chest. By this time, all in the auditorium had been escapading to the main entrance in the back, so nobody saw as the
girl's body cascaded apart like sheets of paper. The band and I hadn't moved due to the shock until nasty-looking friend of the pirate's
emerged from the door right behind us, slashing about wildly with a similar claw. No one was touched as more had come from
all around us. We jumped of the balcony, a good twenty-foot drop. All of the creatures chased us with dazzling speed as we ran
to the people-locked back entrance. Some girl was smart enough to ram her flute into the nearest creature, but it wasn't even phased.
A tuba player [Jakob DeFassio] then followed suit, lugging his horn at the group of about ten creatures, among them the pirate, who appeared to be
leading them all. The immense BBb tuba stopped them all quickly, but as the last of us exited the auditorium, we were pursued diligently
by many shards of thin, brassy metal, announcing to us how sharp those claws were. The main entrace to the school was chained shut for some reason,
locked with padlocks. We (the entire student body) scampared up the stairs to the second floor. I soon noticed with the whole school
crashing up the stairs that one of the creatures had it's eyes set on me and only me, so I hastened ridiculousy, jumping over half the band
in one leap, backfliping to avoid landing on an appalled Lauren Sweirkose. I was halfway though the crowd of over two hundred when I looked
back to see my ensuer cease its pursuit regretfully. Next thing I knew I was suddenly in a small room between rooms after many hours.
We believed that the creatures have left but none of us dared to venture outside to check. We had discovered that for some reason the
creatures were after only a few of us. I was one, as well was the girl that had been killed earlier. Luckily, she was the only casualty.
The creatures were not very cooperative with each other and wound up killed each other, so we where sure that only three were left.
I was hiding in the room with Kayla MacLennan, Alex Kinney, and Mike Fmura. The creatures couldn't hear or see, as we found out, and
so relied on much more effective method of hunting. They could simply sense our prescence, so if they were to find me and my group,
we could be doing whatever we wanted and the outcome would remain the same, we would no doubt be shredded and diced. This in mind,
Mike was playing his guitar to keep our minds off of all the horrid things that must lie outside the door to our 8'x8' room. Mike also
had a viola d'amore, which was in the room with us. Pretty soon we all were playing and singing nonsense lyrics, completely
forgetting the creatures that must still remain. So with a guitar, horn, and viol blasting, we attracted some welcomed visitors.
A lone girl came to inform us that there has been signs of a creature, only one left, and that no more of us have been got. Apparently,
this one that remaind had followed the girl to our hiding place, as we heard the first screech of the monsters in hours.
The girl who had come was well-prepared, she held a sword-like dagger and none of us had anything. There was only the one openable door,
so we all stood ready to thrust ourselves at what must be an unsuspecting and utterly exhausted pirate creature. The creature went past
the door, completely ignoring us. The girl opened the door slightly, and then thrust herself out the door, slashing and viscously killing
the creature. We all cheeared, and kids came from other rooms, not believing it was over. We all stopped and there was silence. I was
the only one still in the room, but I heard something. Somebody shouted "Look out!" and I ducked back into the room being narrowly missed
by the claw of the leading piratecreature. The only thing in sight was a sharp pencil, I thrust it at the pirate with my entire body.
The pencil struck a bare bone in the creature's chest and my blow was redirected deep into my own thigh. The girl with the dagger by this
time had launched herself at the creature which was leaned over me. Her dagger pierced straight though the creature''s body, poking out
rather closer to my nose then I might prefer. I rolled over to avoid the keeling monster as it swooned and collapsed and it was all over
All the creatures were gone, not one other person was hurt, and for some reason, not a single teacher or adult was EVER in sight.
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