#disturbing fiction

[screamingeyepress]

Dark Thoughts By Mark Slade

A tormented man battles with the haunting thoughts that have plagued his mind for years. As he struggles to escape the relentless cycle of negative thoughts and desires, an eerie force takes hold, blurring the line between reality and nightmare.

Malum minuitur, cum praevidetur.

You lie awake thinking these thoughts.  You can’t sleep. You can’t shut your mind off. These thoughts, like other thoughts, keep coming back to you. 

The children played in the front lawn, chasing each other with Nerf water pistols, screaming, squealing, long streaks of white water emitting from the foam barrels. The honey brown haired woman in the straw hat, oversized sunglasses and flower patterned sundress, tended to her rose bush. A tall, very skinny man in khaki shorts and dirty white t-shirt, kept taking out cardboard boxes and haphazardly dropping them on a yellow streaked lawn.

Those thoughts keep intertwining, or trying to replace other thoughts. They will not leave you. No matter how hard you try to purge them from your tired brain.

Okay, you tell yourself. Think of this:

Pay the electric bill. Pay the internet. Pay the cable bill. Pay the debt creditors for the credit card you barely used. A hacker had too much fun with it, though no one could find evidence a hacker used the card, nor existed. Pay the alimony. Don’t be late again. Pay the child support. Don’t be late again. Pay the rent, even though roaches are your roommates and water damage is on the ceiling in the bathroom. Don’t be late again.

Work. Pressure from the job, or jobs as it may be. Worrying about who, what, and where. Will you be done by the time your shift is over with. Why are you working so much, why this job, or jobs. 

You think about that post on social media. Why on earth would someone post a video of a cat taking a dump in a candy jar full of snicker bars? Why would anyone make a video like that? Why would anyone comment on every post or like every post everyone has posted on that site?

Why does it rain on one side of the cornfield, switch sides, and the first side only has a rainbow? Why are people so mean to each other? Why are you so mean to people, especially to that old lady who always seems to be shopping at the store you shop at when you are there? Why are the same commercials about a hotel played three times in a row on every program you tube into? And why, on God’s green earth, does that one annoying song stick in your mind and you can barely remember the lyrics or middle part of your favorite song? 

Malum minuitur, cum praevidetur.

But I have to tell you something. All of that is just semantics. Twaddle. Doesn’t mean a fucking thing to me.  I get off on the bad thoughts you have. The worries tickle me and I giggle, yes. What really gets me excited are the thoughts of dread or harm you wish on others. The times you drive by  their houses, slow down, and watch as the wife works on her garden of roses, the husband cleaning out the garage, and boy and girl chasing each other with water guns 

You lay in your bed, wide eyed, dark circles under your eyes and contemplate how you would run your knife along the woman’s white swan-like neck, down to the curves of her breasts, the point sliding across her stomach, making a beeline for her………

Malum minuitur, cum praevidetur.

Ohhhh how wicked you are.

You drool over the possibilities. You lust after the image of the rooms covered in blood. You hear their screams and pleading, and you feel yourself get excited. Your heart skips a beat.

Ohhhhh yes you do.

Don’t lie.  

Anger toward your childhood, perhaps? Anger, you never experienced the true, or traditional family values? Instead you lived a transient and chaotic life with your mother and three brothers. You had a revolving door of stepfathers, abusive boyfriends, until your mother could no longer attract a man, good or bad men. She finally drank herself to death by the time you were eighteen. Oh, how you hated your mother, your abusive brothers.

You left home the day of the funeral, changed your name, and made your brothers bad memories. You became a mechanic, owned a garage for a few years, fell in love, and had two children. You were happy until your wife revealed she no longer wanted you and she had met someone else. You hate her. You hate your offspring, a girl and a boy. The three of them took and took,and continue to take, bleeding you of money, and love.

Yesterday you spoke on the phone call with your estranged wife. You keep playing it over and over in your head.

“The garage was sold to a group of investors from  out of state,” she said. ” They plan on turning it into a drugstore.”

“So,” you said. ” I don’t care.”

“I just thought you’d like to know,” she said.

“Turning the screws, eh?”

” No. I’m not…I’m trying to…..John said I should be more open to have you in our live—”

“John says,huh?”

“Yes,” she said with a deep sigh.

“I don’t care,” you said. 

“Okay,” she said,  “The kids miss you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Do you miss them?”

You don’t answer right away. You give a wooden performance when you do. A very hollow bland voice.

“I miss them. Yes  Do you miss me?”

“I have to go,” she said and rang off abruptly.

You still get angry at that. 

She isn’t perfect. That life was not—–

Put it out of your mind, you tell yourself. Think of…….

Perfect.

The Cartuck family……they are perfect in every way. 

Malum minuitur, cum praevidetur.

Perfection.

You sought it your entire life. Why were you denied? So many times it was just out of reach, right at the grasp of your fingers.

I personally do not care why you wish death upon this particular family. I just want what you can take from them. I get off on the vibrations your body puts out when you feel…..release.

“No!” You scream, arms flailing, hands slapping at the air. “Get off me!” 

You try your best to topple me from your chest. Your breathing becomes labored. You close your eyes, yet you can still see my beautiful, hideous visage that haunts you, keeps you from seeing beauty in others, beauty in everything.

My laugh is like metal scraping concrete. “You cannot vanquish me until you give me what I want. What I need.”

“Please,” you sob. “Get out of my head.”

“I am not just in your head, I am in your flesh,” I laugh. Metal scraping concrete.

You wail and thrash about in your bed. You hear a knock on your door. A voice asks if you are alright. The landlady who rents you this tiny, shabby room.

“I’m alright,” you call out. “Just a nightmare. That’s all.”

You can see her slippers under your door. She hasn’t moved away. Gone back to bed. It feels like centuries before she leaves. The light in the hallway abruptly turns to darkness. The glowing moonbeam returns to your otherwise dark bedroom, as I do, perched upon your chest.

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll bring you what you want. Then will you leave me alone?”

My blackened lips curl up in a ghastly smile.

“Most definitely,” I tell you. “Malum minuitur, cum praevidetur.”

You leave by way of your bedroom window. You basque in the bright moonlight. You walk the neighborhood in the wee hours of the morning, bare feet on concrete. You keep the .38 tucked into your pajamas. You walk a block to the end of the neighborhood and see the Cartuck house. You already know the lock on the basement door is broken. You slip into that perfect family’s home.

In less than an hour, the walls of that perfect house are covered in blood.

Their screams thrill you, fill you full of….delight.

You don’t leave the home. You stay. You cook yourself breakfast, make coffee. Enough for an army, or rather, a police force. They arrive hours later, and you offer them breakfast. Still covered in the Cartuck’s blood, you sit calmly at the dining room table, eating, drinking, smiling, thinking happy thoughts. The officers decline your offer.

You are happy. You have rid yourself of me, those dark thoughts. You are overjoyed. You see beauty in everything, even in your heinous act of murder.

You are happy.

You confess to everything. You tell your life story. You tell them about stalking the family. You tell them how you first shot the children in their sleep. How the parents came running and how they screamed and cried. You shot the husband point blank in the face. You tell the officers that you could not contain Your laughter when you see him fall sideways. You explain to them that you were not insane as the wife thought he was, that was involuntary laughter. That’s all.

You get a little excited when you tell them how you made her undress. And how you took the butcher knife you had taken from the kitchen and you ran the blade slowly down her perfect beautiful body……..

” Ah well,” you said, and signed. “You saw what I did to her. I…..kinda regret it…..but…..”

“Why did you do it?” You hear one of the officer’s say.

“I thought they were perfect. You see, I would have let them live. I swear to God I would have. I would have just occasionally drove by and watched…..them…..then I saw those marks on their faces. The kids had dark pigment marks on their foreheads. The husband….well… he had a burn mark on the left side of his face and……his nose was all….twisted……nostrils fucked up. 

“The wife, oh she was beautiful…. very beautiful, until one evening, a wind blew her dress up over her hips and I saw the dark brown burn patterns on her legs.  I felt sick. I vomited immediately.” You shake your head.” That’s when this thing, this…..I don’t know what it was…..this creature began to talk to me. But I’m free!”

They glare at you as you howl with laughter.

You tell them about the dark thoughts and how they had driven you to do this,  because you could never, ever, achieve perfection anywhere in your dreary awful life. 

Now that it’s all over with, you’ve done the deed, the dark thoughts are gone, and I am vanquished.I no longer walk the shadows of your dreams, your nightmares.

The officers cuff you, and one of them places you in the backseat of the cruiser. Your wife wakes you. You stare at her blinking rapidly. She says, “You were having an awful dream.” 

You don’t know what to say except, ” Oh, yeah, the worst.”

She removed her nightgown, and upon her naked body you see  the dark brown burn patterns on her legs.  You strangle a cry of fear as you quickly rise from the bed and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You see burn mark on the left side of your face and that  twisted twisted nose and fucked up nostrils.Your wife smiles at you, says, “Malum minuitur, cum praevidetur.”

[prahacat]

when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

[period-dramallama]

He's mean but he's right

[konigsblog]

I'm genuinely confused on how someone's coping mechanism or fantasy affects others, when it literally has nothing to do with them. It's not as if they're being held down and subjected to traumatising topics. They have free will, the choice to scroll on and filter out tags.

Like seriously. These people don't even bother explaining themselves or giving a couple points to back up their hatred and anger towards dark fiction writers, it's always, “get raped, asshole.” it's never a proper explanation.

I'm just stuck on how these people are so confident that they have the moral high ground when they can't have a conversation without throwing in a couple of death/rape threats and fuckton of insults. 🥴

[smaeemo]

It’s crazy to see how people interpret dean and sam’s brother dynamic as “wincest”

Some people have clearly never had a parentified older sibling. Then you take into account the degree of trauma that they have been through and continue to go through. Their codependency stems from their childhood and current traumas, their mental states due to that, the way they grew up with their father obsessing over the importance of “family is everything,” and the deep parentification of Dean, AKA Dean having to be a CHILD while raising his little brother, and taking care of his insane father. It’s not “wincest”/incestuous in anyway, it’s called trauma, parentification and general unstable family dynamics.

I think that a lot of “wincest” shippers don’t actually see what trauma can do to a person and their dynamics, specifically the people that endured that trauma with you. Dean, who was the older one that had to in HIS WORDS “be the mother, father, and brother” of his younger brother since the age of !4! is obviously going to be extremely protective/codependant of/with Sam, both because of the parentification and the words of his father carved into his very being. As for Sam, having Dean be all those things for him, means that more than anything, Dean is it for him because Dean RAISED HIM. Which is why, for so many reasons, what John said to Dean (killing Sam), was one of the most cruel things he could have done. John if not straight out, on some level knows that Dean and Sam will forever have a different dynamic because Dean raised Sam, ergo, Dean being more of a Parent to Sam than he ever was.

That’s not to say I think Dean was a “perfect parent” to Sam when he was raising him. No one can be “perfect” especially not a teenager raising his baby brother. What it means is that Dean had to sacrifice his childhood and grow up quickly for Sam to be not only Alive, but also so that Sam could -have- a childhood. All of this while Dean was still actively growing up, enduring his father, hunting, and having to come to terms with monsters. But he couldn’t allow himself to mess up, and going back to the idea of “perfect parenting” we see that no, he in fact was never “perfect” specifically when he leaves so that he can play games, and he sees that Sam’s safety is (extremely unfairly) placed on his shoulders. All of this, yet again along side with never having a stable home, having an unreliable source of income, and having to basically learn how to be an adult at 7, was the start of their dynamic.

As for Sam, we see that he got to play on soccer teams, go to school, and exist (while still having to endure all of the nightmares that is his homelife) outside of the hunting. Whereas Dean was the one who gave him this chance. This is not to say that Sam should ever feel guilt over this, or that Dean needed to do this. This is to show just how different their sibling relationship is, due to the trauma.

Dean treats Sam like a brother many times, but underneath it (or on top) you will always see that he is a parent to him more than anything.

“Wincest” is talking about their “strange/codependant relationship” in a romantic or purely sexual manner. This in itself just shows how many people don’t understand what it means to either have a kid or be a parentified older sibling. (I personally am not a parentified older sibling, but my sister who practically raised me is) and because of MY family dynamic I can speak from experience (definitely not to Dean and Sam’s extent) of having a parentified older sibling, and how that differs from regular sibling relationships.

Ok, this was a ramble, but as a whole “wincest” is extremely disturbing to me as a whole. And I don’t know what the rules are on this specific topic, so Idk how much I should say. But I definitely don’t condone inc*st to any degree, but to each their own ig.

Alright, I have SO much more to say on this topic. But I will hold back for now, just because I am sleepy.

XOXO

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

A glimpse of what shits like when youre kidnapped as a lab rat and your new residence is Dr. Edgar Zomboss' lab.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Worry not for the Nameless Red Disciple, they just went down to the river to chill with the river turtles!

[lovescaryhorror]

"Vivarium" (2019).

[ghostysn0w]

Alright since I did say that I will watch a horror/disturbing film, that’s like one for 20 days so I’d have to consistently watch one horror/disturbing film everyday, but I’ll figure it out. And before anyone says, yes I know that October has 31 days but I am unable to do it for longer than 20 days, sorry 😭

Anyways, here’s some films that I picked out and planning on watching:

The Shining

Smile

IT (the 1990 version)

Countdown

The Devils Backbone

The Badadook

Talk To Me

US

Human Centipede

The Exorcist

Children Of The Corn

Run Rabbit Run

Midori

The Snowman

Get Out

Knock At The Cabin

They Look Like People

The Skeleton Key

Friend Request

Creep

[cherrypiehoneymoon]

The Peeping Man only comes out once the sun sets on Halloween night. He lurks in the shadows of busy neighborhood streets, stalking children from house to house.

He doesn't go after any child or person in particular. He only chooses those who believe they aren't being watched. And then he watches.

The Peeping Man believes in the spirit of Halloween. He believes in the essence of fear. He believes that Halloween night should be dedicated to those who like to peep and those who like to instill fear in others.

He will appear when you're most comfortable. When you might think the holiday isn't as spooky as you once thought it to be when you were a kid. He will show up-- sometimes outside of a window or door, other times he will appear in your closet. Most times you won't see him at all.

And when you do, it'll be too late.

[gyossefka]

H. R. Giger

[theinheriteddutchess]

[virtualcarrot]

[DE] musing abt the limits of superficial acab discourse and the way fandom deals with moral discomfort, I guess

“ACAB”, “the only happy ending should be leaving the RCM”, “you’re a terrible person if you draw/write these characters enjoying the sort of corrupt cop stuff that they canonically do in-game” discourse is killing meeee

God forbid you don’t performatively remind everyone that you do hate cops, actually; and god forbid that you don’t find that True Healing and Happiness for Disco Elysium’s characters can only be achieved by leaving the force.

Metas could be written about how Kim and Harry are actually deeply flawed people who enjoy wielding some form of authority in a way that they actually feel best working as cops

(is it healthy? no. is it Good™? no. Is it true to their character? this is where media interpretation comes in)

Metas could be written about how that doesn’t mean ACAB isn’t real, that just means they’re the kind of shitheads (that we, the players, still love) who enjoy being cops

Metas could be written questioning the amount they’d have to change to adapt to a life as civilians, how much and what kind of a push they’d need to go for it,  if it’s change they could even manage, if they could financially survive it, if they could find fulfillment in any other career, at their age

But no. Why waste time on that instead of easy slogans. I mean, we like them, these characters, and we don’t want to feel guilty for liking them, because what does it say about us, then, that we like flawed cops?

(nothing it says nothing it says we played a good nuanced extremely well-written game that skillfully made us like the sort of character whose past actions include sequestering some woman and beating a dude into disability. that’s what it says. i’d even argue that discomfort is part of the point)

[luckydcooking]

The stans really out here saying that they should normalize having that so-call moth be their comfort character?.. man am I glad to have left that fandom a long time ago because I knew that things were getting really bad and chaotic. I had to leave for the sake of my own sanity. I don't want to hear anything about because of past traumas to use it as a coping mechanism. That is no damn excuse! you don't use a character who chronically rapes and does it for pleasure as a coping mechanism! what type of reality do those fans live in??

A bunch of fucking sick freaks who I'd gladly throw in prison for life..

[g0rechan]

🩸Obligatory “About me” post🩸

Hi, I’m G0rechan <3 You can also call me Mima or Mili or Mil

-I’m 22 years old

-I go by She/Her/He/Him/They/Them

-I am a Pisces and an INTP-T

-Hypersexual Demiromantic

—With a preference towards women. Men don’t HMU, I don’t have time for that shit.

-Extremely introverted and asocial

-ADD, ASD, and co-diagnosed with Bipolar disorder🍓I also have anger issues 🧨

-Pro-shipper/Pro-fiction/Anti-harassment

-Sebaciel, Sangbum, and Muchimido Shipper

🍖🌈,🍟🐾,🍋🌈

-I accept all asks and everything else in my inbox, even anon hate and those calling me sick/cringe/tryhard/edgy, just know that things like that only fuel me and make me wanna keep posting more fucked up stuff ❤️

-I’m an artist and I love fashion^^ You can see my stuff on my ig and tik tok @_g0rechan_

-I am 30% American and 70% Latina, my family is from Venezuela 🇻🇪

-My favorite animes are Shoujo Tsubaki, Perfect blue, The curse of Kazuo Umezu, Belladonna of sadness, Paranoia Agent, and Kite 1998

-Favorite manga: Berserk, Shoujo Tsubaki, Souichi, Dissolving classroom, Pumpkin night, Rainbow, Chainsaw man, Lychee light club, Jinmen, Black butler, LA blue girl, and The Rose of Versailles

—DM if you want the link to the Shoujo Tsubaki discord (STRICTLY 17+)

-Favorite movies: A Clockwork Orange, Pearl, Heathers, Joker (2019), American Psycho, Requiem for a dream, Kids (1995), Gummo, Thirteen, Little shop of horrors, Grease, Welcome to the dollhouse, Valerie and her week of wonders, Female trouble, Carrie (1976), Caligula (1979), Superbad, and Matilda <3

-Currently watching: 1001 nights and Cleopatra (1970) Osamu Tezuka is the best^^

-Currently reading (other than manga): Bizenghast, the 120 days of Sodom, and a clockwork orange

-My favorite video games: Bully, Cuphead, the Dead rising series, the Silent hill series, The Devil May cry series, GTA V, Dead space, Crash bandicoot, and Assassin’s Creed Unity

-Favorite artists: Guns N’ Roses, Quiet Riot, AC/DC, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Nirvana, The Doors, Eminem, Limp Bizkit, Marina, Jazmin Bean, Billie Eilish, Nicole Dollanganger, Zheani

-I RB a lot of gore. Most of it is either gore in art/anime, anatomy, or fake irl gore. I will never, however, rb torture/mutilation of real people or real animal gore. I just find that disrespectful and distasteful.

-Favorite aesthetics: Fairycore, gremlincore, Princesscore, 90s grunge, Jirai kei, Vampirecore, Angura Kei, Dai nippon gothic, Morute, kinderwhore, Royalcore, Rococo, 60s mod, 70s, 80s hard rock, Retro Japan, retro anything tbh lol I change aesthetics like I change clothes

-Pookies: Makima, Yoon Bum, Tokkuriji Muchisute, Benietsu, and Griffith 💕

-DNI list🚫 People under 16, Anti-shippers, Anti-kink, Conservatives, TERFs, SWERFs, Pedophiles, Zoophiles, Anti-feminists, Anti-LGBTQIA+, Racists, Ableists, Pro-ana blogs, if you justify the innocents being killed in both Palestine and Israel, and/or if you support Autism speaks, Russia, Hamas/Palestinian government, the Israeli government, or any corrupt government in general.

-I also make original characters and art every now and then, My stuff is not meant for a mainstream audience…

I will probably add more to this…

Thank you and have a good night

🪱🥩👁️🩸🪭

[rattlebear25]

I don't like Super Dimentio design so i remade him lmao. He's smexy...

P.S. Headcanon Voice: Alex Beckham (like the normal Dimentio)