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Erin's Extreme Avatar Guide:Mutant Graveyard of Doom

This week, we’re adventuring through graveyards and avoiding spooky creatures to get in gear for this ghostly season. Mutant Graveyard of Doom is one of those fun games that combines problem solving and adventure.

by krazypinkgurl
Shadowy Writing: An Open Letter from the Shadow Usul

My fellow dark citizens, I write this message to enlighten you of my background and experience. Many have stood in fear of the Shadow Usul, evil incarnate. Many have wondered where such a creature could have come from.

by xale22
Ghosts and Monsters: Appreciating their Evilness

They are evil. They are cool. Be one of them.

Also by earthiness

by sky_lady

Gone Monsters, Where Are They Now?

Whether you just heard tales or had your own experience, Neopia has many malicious monsters and grim ghosts hiding around the corner. However we have ways of fighting off the daily terrors such as the Pant Devil or Shadow Usul. But those are evils we know about, what about the ones we don’t?

by pikachu315111
Make Your Own Undead Army with F.V. Shmoobenduffle!

In this guide, you too can learn the essentials of ruling your own army of the awakened dead.

Also by homsar_eggplant.

by parody_ham

 
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"The Seekers Get Spooked" by tudorrose1558
Professor Lambert was at his wits' end, and with as much wit as he had that was a place he rarely found himself. All day he had been interviewing applicants for a job sorting books in the Seekers' library. No one who had come in so far seemed right for it. The last applicant had actually walked in eating Cheesy Neos, and Lambert had had to frantically prevent him from touching anything with his messy fingers. Having shooed the fellow out, the Gnorbu sat at his desk and wearily buried his head in his hands. "Er, may I come in?" asked a female voice. "Yes," Lambert replied. He couldn't help but wonder why she didn't simply knock like everyone else. "Oh, hello. I'm Cordeilla Earnshaw." The professor looked up, startled by the sudden nearness of the voice; he hadn't heard the door open. Standing before him was a young Ixi woman... and she was a ghost. He wasn't scared, just shocked. He was intelligent enough to realize that ghosts were generally harmless... it was the zombies you had to worry about. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't knock," the Ixi continued. "I tried to, you see, but I had a little trouble. Me hand went right through the door!" She let out a loud guffaw. Lambert gave a nervous chuckle and a small, uncomfortable smile. "Er... what can I do for you, Miss Earnshaw?" "I'm here to apply for the book sorting job you advertised in The Neopian Times." "And in what ways do you feel you are qualified for the position?" "Not much to be qualified for, is there? I know how to put things in order. I can read and write and all that. I learned that when I was in school in Neovia. I'm originally from there, y'see. I was in theatre but me career got cut short. I've always been a bit bookish, though, wantin' to learn. Oh, and there is one other thing I feel I must mention."




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Everything She'd Asked For
It was dark – it was always dark for her, even when the sun burned hot in the sky. She was not a creature of light, had not been for some time.

by dianacat777

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Night Terrors of the Darkest Kind
Fyora let out a scream as she was jolted from her sleep. Her back was as stiff as a board as she sat up. Her chest heaved with every pant as she felt the sweat rolling down her face. She slowly began to lift herself up out of the bed as her eyes adjusted to the faint lights of an Altadorian night filtering in through the window.

by rocksysmom

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An Uprising of Sweepers: Part Three
It was there in the forest, in one of the many secluded areas, that tragedy played out and a choice and transformation had to be made. And again choices, had to be made when a certain group of Neopians; the most unlikely to ever join forces, did so.

by yin_yin_7

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The Spirit of Black Keep: Part Ten
As the carriage passed over the bridge and through the city gates, Pharazon shuddered. The dark energy here was so thick that it seemed to dim the very sunlight. Even Neopets on the streets seemed to at least notice something wasn’t right, as they went about their day looking anxious and harried

by cosmicfire918

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Ghoul Catchers
Who ya gonna call?

Also by perduco

by applefaerie99


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Ink: Dark Contrast - Part 6
I'm in.

by june_scarlet



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