#frightnights

[cloudsjulett]

[talesfromthecrypts]

Neil Newbon as Simon Walker in Hollyoaks (2/18/2013)

[pierppasolini]

Fright Night (1985) // dir. Tom Holland

[trioxina245]

Michael Jackson's Thriller, poster art by Gustavo Barroni

[d-l-dare]

"Amongst Friends"

I awoke to the sound of yelling in the distance. At least that's what I believed it was. It was hard to tell because after waking, I didn't hear anything.

I looked around the cabin, just to ensure that everything was as it should be. That's when I spotted the empty recliner. Where had Rebecca gone? I hesitated to leave the bed and look for her but then came the smell of smoke. Was there a fire nearby?

I threw the blanket off of me and climbed off of the couch. I called for her but got no response. That's when the panic started to set in. I slipped on my shoes and stepped outside, calling for her once again. There was, once again, no response. And the smell of smoke grew.

It was hard to see, guided by the moonlight, but I managed to make my way down a path. I followed the smell until I saw an orange light in the distance. A flame.

I treaded through dirt and leaves, twigs snapping under my feet as I went.

As I walked, felt the wind picking up. Through the whistles in the wind, I could swear that I heard disembodied voices whispering around me. It was hard to make out anything they were saying if they were saying anything at all.

As I got closer to the fire, the voices only grew louder. They were definitely voices.

Through the light of the fire, I could make out what looked to be the silhouette of Rebecca. She had her back turned to me, and she seemed to be holding a book as if reading from it. Was she performing some kind of ritual?

If this sounds interesting to you, continue reading here: https://52cardhorror.blogspot.com/2023/09/amongst-friends-7.html

[The whole story won't fit here, so I had to post it elsewhere]

[helmort]

🎃 𝗔 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 🎃

Saturday night, and she was aflame with desire. A wild Scottish girl, craving chaos. Her fix: a night of revelry, her favorite club, alchol and cocaine, one club after another until she'd fade in Manchester's alleys. A ritual, every Saturday.

But this Saturday was different. At 3 AM, before an enormous kebab sandwich, she met a tall Englishman, dark and enigmatic. "What's your hidden desire?" he whispered. Mumbling, intoxicated, she confessed, "To live every day like this Saturday night! No more miserable jobs, no more shitty problems, just bloody fun!"

In response, he cryptically whispered, "So it shall be."

Morning broke, and she awoke, knowing the dread of Sunday work loomed. The weight of her bills and responsibilities pressed down, forcing her into the reality she couldn't escape. But when she ventured outside, the sky was swathed in unnatural darkness, and the people around her seemed eerie, like apparitions. Her phone rang, and a friend's voice crackled through, "Aren't you coming to the club?" Confusion gripped her as she checked her calendar - it was Saturday again, but how could it be? The next morning, same story again. Desperate, she resigned herself to the loop, repeating the same night, over and over for weeks, maybe months. The hangovers grew stronger, the days darker.

One day she resisted the pull of the club, drugs, and alcohol, attempting to explore the city. But something was undeniably wrong. The world outside led back to the cursed club, swallowed by a pitch-black void, erasing the rest of the city. Driven to madness, she stumbled upon a desolate hill, overlooking the surreal spectacle below. Thousands of small lights glimmered as people repeated their actions in an endless, nightmarish loop. They were like caged animals, bound to their insatiable desires.

With a quiver in her voice, she asked, "What in God's name is happening?"

From behind, the haunting figure of the Englishman materialized, whispering, "You perished in those frigid streets that night, consumed by the unforgiving cold. Here, we don't punish people as they say; we fulfill their deepest desires. They are the architects of their own torment. Welcome to Hell, my dear."

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[lunarwolfmoon08]

(via Make a GIF)

[ourtimewarps]

Fright Night a Halloween Special by Now comics

[letstalkbeautyuk]

🎃👻 Spooky Halloween Badges - a great addition to any creepy Halloween costume

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Frightnight on anon again. So, to reference for the upcoming Redtree and Orangefluff, here are the details on Limbo, the afterlife where DayClan cats, most kittypets and rouges, and few other clan cats go. Limbo is perpetually in leaf-fall, though life is a little harder. Wounds take longer to heal. They can't die or fade, but prey is scarce. If the DF is hell, and StarClan is heaven, this is the Backrooms. Unrelated, but it exists exponentially and it feels like it's one of the two.

purgatory!

[octoberboy1031]

“This is your sign that everything’s going to be ok!” Two awesome, five star reviews for #Scream5 and #Scream6 by @blackcraftcult and dark #Ghostface art by @theshrimpshackslasher! 🖤🔪🩸 #blackcraftcult #blackcraftpodcast #frightnight #theshrimpshackslasher #scream #screammovie #screamvi #troubleinwoodsboro #ghostacelives #whoisghostface #scarymovie #horror #horrorgeek #creepy #spooky #march #earlyspring #night #terrorverse (at North Providence, Rhode Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp9TwAtud4b/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[raurquiz]

#remembering #antonyelchin #actor #chekov #startrek #intodarkness #startrekbeyond #terminator #salvation #frightnight #greenroom #heartsinatlantis #LikeCrazy #oddthomas #trollhunters #TalesofArcadia #AlphaDog #TheSmurfs #DyingoftheLight #WeDontBelongHere #startrek56 @startrek @startrekonpplus @hbomaxla https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpp04gBuDZ7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[d-l-dare]

"The Last Five Minutes"

The darkness was drowned out quickly by the light of the store as it crept closer into focus. I could hear my co-worker, Jamie, talking about something familiar.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I said, disgruntled. "It wasn't a dream, it was real?!"

"Yeah man," Jamie replied. "This conspiracy is insane."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about," I responded, followed by a sigh. "I thought I was having a daydream, or deja-vu or something, but it's not. I'm stuck in a time loop. That or I'm having premonitions or something. I don't know what's happening, man."

"Whoa, calm down!" he said, stepping closer to me, and draping his arm over my shoulder. "Are you on your meds?"

I swiped his hand away. "My meds? Do you think I'm crazy or something?"

"Well, you aren't exactly making sense, bud," he said. "What makes you think you're living in a time loop anyway?"

"You're not going to believe me," I said.

"Dude, with every conspiracy and article I've read up on, alternate universes and all, you'd be surprised what I believe," he replied. "Try me."

If this sounds interesting to you, continue reading here: https://52cardhorror.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-last-five-minutes-3.html

[TW: Death and mourning]

[The whole story won't fit here, so I had to post it elsewhere]

[helmort]

🎃 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘁 🎃

He was a member of the Nosferatu family. Yes, he was a real vampire. Born in 1350 in a humble farmhouse in Hungary, at the age of 26, he was abducted by a vampire from nearby Romania. The rest of his story followed the usual pattern: discovering his vampiric nature, avoiding the sun, and sleeping in cold coffins. It was the typical tale of a European vampire. However, he didn't achieve the same level of fame as Dracula. Trust me when I say that countless vampires met their end, buried under the stakes of vampire hunters while attempting to achieve the same level of fame. Our protagonist's name was István Nagy, a very common name in Hungary, much like John Smith in the USA. Everything about his life was mundane, and, quite frankly, boring. Being a vampire did little to change that. He was an average, run-of-the-mill vampire by all standards.

That's why he harbored a dream of becoming like Dracula, famous in Hollywood and in books. What a dream that was!

So, after more than 600 years of unremarkable existence, he decided to take a new approach to becoming the world's most famous vampire: the internet. He tried to create a profile on Instagram but was banned within two days for posting graphic content due to the excessive blood in his photos. He even attempted to showcase his talents on TikTok, but he was banned the very next day when a group of concerned American mothers deemed his videos of rooftop flights too dangerous for children. He tried to launch a website called WWW.THEREALVAMPIRE,COM, but some malicious hacker infiltrated the site, replacing it with porn and viruses. He attempted to start on Reddit, but the result was disastrous. Thousands of angry internet users downvoted and insulted him to the point where he had to close his account.

The vampire decided to create a Twitter profile because he was exhausted by the internet and began to offend everyone who failed to recognize his unique vampiric nature. To his surprise, he gained followers—first a few, then more. He continued to provoke, devising new strategies. He began to insult his city's mayor, then targeted various groups: Republicans, Democrats, minorities, politicians, feminists, the LGBTQ+ community—no one was safe from his barbs!

In less than six months, István became world-famous as the most toxic and trolling vampire to ever exist. With millions of followers, he was the most famous vampire on Earth and also the first to embrace flat-earth beliefs and vehemently oppose vaccinations.

Dracula? Just an old story. The real vampires were on the internet, folks!

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