#eerie fiction

[liliths-den]

Grubnock’s Choice: When Loyalty and Freedom Collide - or A House-Elf’s Path to Freedom - A Fairy Short-Story

Grubnock’s Choice Grubnock was not like other house-elves. Though bound by tradition and magic, his origins were whispered in the faerie courts—an anomaly born of the Seelie and Unseelie realms. Once a free brownie who chose to help those in need, Grubnock had been tricked into servitude centuries ago by a cunning mortal who understood the binding rituals of house-elves. The betrayal still…

[screamingeyepress]

Horror Audio Short Story - A Sacce for Sale

🚨 BRAND NEW EPISODE! 🚨 Barry's midnight online shopping spree takes a turn for the terrifying in "A Sacce for Sale" – Episode 2 of Dead Airwaves. 🖤 Get ready for a spine-tingling horror audio experience you won’t forget. 🎧 Listen now: https://www.screamingeyepress.com/podcasts/dead-airwaves-episode-2-a-sacce-for-sale/

[electricdragon99]

"You hear it? You must. An echo, ringing below like a cough. Hollow ground. Hallowed ground. A cavern of roots and stones, and deep beneath: A womb, a holding place, a growing place. This is where She keeps."

Jodie Matthews, Meet Me at the Surface

[hotdogmexicano]

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀

ig: netto_comdoistes

[stacydrumartist]

Leatherface.Oils. 12x12 inches.

[haematinon]

Created for my upcoming scifi-fantasy collection of tales Ergo Cosmos!

"Although the crest emblazoned on the mercurial homunculi differs from the one employed by the Sage Cellario, many suspect he was the architect of such horrors! But why would a Saturn subject aid his enemies? Was it part of a labyrinthine plot or a sign of incipient madness?"

[the-watcher-in-the-sky]

[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.

[theamenableone]

The Malleable Mannequin Girl

The boutique’s door jingled, and in swept Chloe—a tall, slender girl with a catlike gaze and an almost regal air of confidence. Behind her trailed her friends: Cassie, petite with a quick wit and a mess of auburn curls, and Lisa, a statuesque brunette with an effortless elegance. Bringing up the rear was Amy, the odd duck of the group, a step behind, hands full of shopping bags and expression one of pure, obedient adoration. Amy’s outfit was an exact copy of Chloe’s: same blouse, and mini skirt except that Amy’s was so short that it left the bottom half of her bubbly butt cheeks exposed. Each fleshy cheek bounced with her every step, the deep folds accentuating the soft curvature.

As the girls roamed through the store, Chloe occasionally glanced back at Amy with a smirk, mildly resentful that Amy’s skirt could be drawing more attention than her own. “Hey, Amy. Make yourself useful—grab that blue blouse.”

Amy nodded emphatically, her wide, blank blue eyes lighting up at Chloe’s words. Her lips—plush, ridiculous bags of plump flesh, bouncing slightly whenever she nodded—quivered with gratitude as she obediently echoed Chloe, emulating her unique gaze and confident air but with a gentle twist, as if proud of her subservience. “Oh, absolutely, Chloe! Useful... that’s me! The blue is the best one!”

Cassie raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Amy’s eagerness. “How about that red one Amy? I think it’s the best,” she tossed out casually as she watched Amy hand Chloe the blouse, knowing Amy would mirror her whim.

“Oh, yes! The red! Definitely the best.” Amy said, the energy of her voice twisting to suit Cassie’s preferences, her expression a carbon copy of Cassie’s enthusiasm. Even her mannerisms directly mimicked Cassie’s, but with an air of humility.

Lisa gave a dry laugh, brushing hair back. “Didn’t you just say blue, though?” she asked with an amused tilt of her head.

Amy let out a similar dry laugh and brushed her hair back as well, “Oh, I did, didn’t I?” Amy responded, tilting her head in the exact same way while echoing Lisa’s sardonic tone; her agreeable response filtered through her big, spongy lips. “Red, blue... whatever you like. You all know best!”

Chloe steps in and sternly mutters, “Stop it. It’s obviously... the blue. You’re such a mindless idiot.” Amy’s demeanor instantly shifted again to mimic and echo Chloe. “Yes, Chloe. It’s obviously... the blue. You’re always right! I’m such a mindless idiot. Thank you for setting me straight!”

After a while, the girls grew absorbed in shopping, laughing and trying on accessories and dresses, completely forgetting about the girl with arms laden in bags. The moment they turned away, Amy’s face relaxed, and the flicker of life faded from her features. Her eyelids drifted half-closed, her eyes unfocused, her meaty mouth hanging open and slack. Her whole body stilled until she resembled an abandoned mannequin, not a single spark of attention left in her eyes.

Minutes stretched on. She stood like that, arms limp under the weight of shopping bags, her gaping mouth slightly damp from her parted lips, which jutted forward from her face, heavy and idle. A curious customer walked by and raised an eyebrow at her, poking one of her lips with a finger. The plump, protruding mouth jiggled from the slight flick, the fleshy mass bouncing before gradually settling back, an echo of life in an otherwise blank, doll-like face. The woman stared into the vacant girl’s empty, unmoving eyes and spoke to herself. “These new mannequins are so... strange.” The woman chuckled lightly before moving on, leaving Amy inert as ever.

After what seemed like ages, Chloe and the others finally swept back by, each one plucking their shopping bags and clothes from Amy’s arms, but not one of them addressed her. Amy’s vacant eyes maintained a fixed gaze as they lightened her load, her body remaining immobile, her eyes wide and unfocused as the last bag left her fingers, leaving her arms dangling at her sides. Her massive lips drooped, her protruding mouth beginning to drool profusely.

A few minutes after Chloe’s group left her behind, a gaggle of rowdy guys sauntered in, loudly laughing and jostling one another. The group’s ringleader—a tall, scrapy-looking young man in a worn baseball cap and jeans torn at the knees—spotted Amy’s frozen, wide-eyed form and snickered. He elbowed his friend. “Yo, man, ain’t that that girl we heard about?”

One of his friends, a wiry guy with a cocky grin, leaned in closer, his eyes widening as he took in Amy’s blank, drooling expression. “Oh, yeah... Isn’t she the one known for... uh, her ‘skills’?” He wiggled his eyebrows, snickering with his friends.

Their leader tilted his hat and gave her a quick poke on the shoulder, speaking in a Texan accent and with a condescending mock politeness, “Hey, darlin’, you sure look silly standing there like a statue.”

Amy blinked, life flaring back into her eyes as she took in the ringleader’s rugged, cocky demeanor, instantly enamored by his presence. Her expression softened, transforming into one of adoration as she mirrored his Texan drawl with wide-eyed enthusiasm, and emulated his politeness but instead of executing it with mockery, she does it with an honest but less than dignifying slavishness, “Why, howdy, Sir! You’re so right. I sure do look silly standing here like a statue!” Her meaty lips bounced heavily as she spoke, her voice quivering with gratitude. “How rude of me to just stand here! I’d be mighty honored if I could help you boys out!”

The ringleader’s smirk grew as he chuckled. “Well, you got the right idea. Y’know, you’re gonna have to put those big lips to use for us, got it? Now... follow us. C’mon, get movin’.”

Amy smirks as well, the fleshy pads of her mouth curling upward. She chuckles in a lighter tone before fawning over the imposing man. “Oh, absolutely! Anything to please you, Sir! Thank you so much for telling me what to do!” Amy nodded eagerly, her lips bouncing with the momentum, her face lighting up with genuine joy as she followed behind the group, every step a grateful affirmation. Her gaze stayed locked on the ringleader, drinking in every word and movement as if he were the most important person in the world. The boys snickered to themselves as they led her toward the back hallway.

Hours later, as the boutique emptied out and the lights dimmed, the janitor ambled out of the storage room with his mop and bucket, whistling a low tune as he went about his business. In the dim glow of the bathroom’s half-lit space, he barely registered the silhouette of a woman posed in a squat position in one of the stalls behind him, her empty eyes gazing forward, her enormous lips drooping and hanging agape as saliva drips to the floor, forming a pool below her. Her body is so still it blends in with the background.

Without a second glance, he started his mopping, oblivious to the shadowed, inert figure lifelessly posed behind him. The inert young woman’s head slowly fell to right, the pillow pads of lip meat flopping sideways and drooping with such juicy weight that they pulled her head further downward, almost meeting her shoulder. Her squatting lower half remained unmoving except for her faint breathing. The janitor, who didn’t even notice, kept mopping and whistling to himself, lazily ignoring the stalls.

[multiverse-of-multifandoms]

There's only one of my moots that I know who will understand this post, but man, Whiskey-Four!!! What a story, oh my god, the MC is badass and broken and I fucking love her. I usually don't enjoy the sci-fi stories as much as others, but this one hooked me.

Ulysses is the wildest and best RO I have seen in a long time, the obsession, hate and longing all mixed into one, delicious.

And the Anomaly. The descriptions of this... thing made me think that it was going to jump out of my screen, absolutely terrifying.

Oh, I love interactive fiction.

(I got the "Orphans find peace at last" ending with Ulysses and it was so sweet, I love this if)

[browsethestacks]

Original Art - Eerie #036 Pg 61 (1972) by Dave Cockrum

[driveintheaterofthemind]

5 Random Pulps

[vilelittlecritter]

The device theory by Molly stars is my lord of the rings.

[texasthrillbilly]

Canis lupus!

[stacydrumartist]

The Horse Thief. oils on Illustration board. Done 5-6 months back.