My full name is Lock Eugene Foster. My mother's name was Paula...
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Before I write the story I must say that I cannot understand why anyone would want to hear someone's life story. In fact, the original story (a fictional story) I had written Trista refused to post on the grounds that it was too violent and sexually graphic. She suggested I write a story about myself. "people would be very interested to hear about you." she said. To make a long story short Shock and indirectly Lini convinced me to go ahead and write this. Shock has agreed to fill in any blanks in the story, so you'll see her writing as well. So anywho, here's the story, but I still don't understand why anyone would want to read about my life.
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Our mother's name was Paula Foster. Since I don't remember her very well; most of what I know about her comes from a diary she kept before she had us. She was a human from New Orleans, and had once been the wealthy heiress to a large fortune. She was cursed. You see, our great grandfather had not liked my mother or her other family. I suppose I can see why. Mom was very vain, and the rest of them were no better, waiting for him to die so they could finally get their hands on his money. So just before he died he told his family that they would only inherit his fortune if they wore the masks. These masks were specially made to show the inner nature of the wearer. They had to wear them until midnight. When midnight passed, our mother, who had once been very beautiful, removed her mask to find her face deformed to where it looked exactly like her mask. (Yes, the same as with us. We're not supid, we know our masks look like our faces. What I don't know is wether we were born with these faces or wether we, like mom, got them beacause of the masks.) The same thing with her father, mother, and brother. Her mother, my grandmother, committed suicide soon after. Then grandpa died. Mother took her share of the remaining money and moved to Halloween Town. I have no idea what led her here, how she found this place, but I can figure why she decided to stay here. Amung the world she was shunned for being ugly, but here uglyness is celebrated. I remember she still wore her mask when she went out though. I have no idea who our father is. I can only assume he was from Halloween Town. I have a memory of a man being at our old house, mabey that was him. He did look sorta like Barrel. I don't know, I can't really tell you. It was so long ago. I remember her smiling; I think she loved us. Then she died. Shock was a toddler and Barrel was still a baby. If she had any money left; we've never seen it. I have never met our Uncle Wilfred. He never came for us when she died, hell, he may be dead. I don't care either way. We ended up in the 'care' of Oogie Boogie. It seems he met our mother in the days he owned the casino. I don't think I want to know why she was there. I can only think of bad reasons. I figure they had to fairly close (weird as that is) if she left us to him. Or maybe she just had no one else or just didn't care about us enough to find someone else. Anyone else. Why he agreed to take us rather than just sending us to an orphanage is just another mystery on the list.
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