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๐Ÿ’ฐ[$1,000] Design your own Spooky Monster ๐Ÿ‘น


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On 10/27/2025 at 11:08 AM, Jake7589 said:

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๐ŸŽจย Design your own Spooky Monster ๐Ÿ‘น

Ends: 7/11/2025 @ย  1.00 AM GMT

Unleash your imagination and create your own spooky monster! ๐Ÿ‘น
Whether itโ€™s creepy, cute, or downright terrifying, bring your creature to life and show us what haunts your Halloween dreams. ๐ŸŽจ
Drop your designs below ๐Ÿ’ฌ

Requirements:ย 

  • Reply to this thread with your design.
  • Include your Stake ID.
  • To have a valid entry, fill out the below form, providing your detailsย 

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Prize Pool: $1,000

  • Distributed to 20 randomly selected winners who meet the above conditions.

How to Enter:

  • Reply with your Design
  • Include your Stake ID

Prize pool distribution:

  • Complete the challenge within the next 7ย days for a shot at the prize pool.
  • Winners are limited to 20.
  • IMPORTANT: Donโ€™t miss out!ย Stay tuned for the official winner announcements so you can grab your prize before the link expires. Users will not be credited after the 3 month time period ends.

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stake id: Varc1234

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Stake ID: FireHotCracker

The House.

On the edge of a forest in a town that doesnโ€™t appear on any map, there stood a house thatย dreamed. It wasnโ€™t haunted โ€” not in the usual sense. No spirits, no footsteps, no screams. The house itself slept, and in its dreams,ย people appeared.

No one lived there for long. Every new tenant would find a journal in a drawer โ€” not written in, butย half-written while they slept. Every night, their own handwriting filled its pages with words they didnโ€™t remember writing.

โ€œThe house dreamed of me again tonight.
It opened its eyes and saw through mine.โ€

One man, Elias, decided to stay. He was a skeptic, a historian โ€” he wanted toย record the houseโ€™s dreams. Each morning, heโ€™d find new pages describing rooms that didnโ€™t exist, portraits of faces no one recognized, and events that hadnโ€™t happened yet.

Until one night, the journal stopped describing dreams.
It started describingย him.

โ€œElias walks down to the basement he swore didnโ€™t exist.
The walls breathe. The air hums like a throat ready to sing.โ€

He laughed it off โ€” until he heard humming from the floorboards.

He tore up the journal and tried to leave. But when he opened the door,ย there was no outside. Only corridors. Endless corridors. Each lined with doors, each with his name carved into them. And every door led to the same room โ€” the one where he stood, holding the journal that was now whole again.

The next morning, a realtor listed the house for sale once more.
A young woman came to visit. The agent said it had been abandoned for decades.

When she explored the living room, she found aย journal on the table, open to the last page.

โ€œThe house dreamed of her again tonight.
It opened its eyes and saw through hers.โ€

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