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eleanor and theodore are kinda gay. to me
#from the haunting of hill house#granted im 50 pages in. i fear this may not go well for them. on account of the house.#but it's so funny they meet each other and immediately go We are spiritually bonded soulmates. Let's go frolic together#if whatever visual adaptations exist don't depict theo as obviously queer i will throw things. she is so gay to me.#it's just very like. middle school best friends with a powerful homoromantic bond kind of thing. except it's in a horror novel#so idk how to feel about it. i hope things go well for them :(
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tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY
#i literally JUST finished hill house a few days ago and i already want to reread. Badly. it's sooo so so soo sooooooooo good <33333!!!!!#also completely enamored by shirley jackson's writing style i NEED to read everything she has written ever like right now..#opening lines of ALL TIME btw 👆❗❗❗#r.txt#the haunting of hill house#ALSO i've seen commentary videos on the tv show they made of hill house but from what i remember of it it's SO different from the book???#i think they were all siblings in the show which is??????? like why would you change that part?? i love sibling relationships as much as the#next guy but i feel like the fact that none of them knew each other was such an essential part of the story like why would u change it....#also eleanor was like. an entirely different character who was also already dead in the show i believe??? and dr. montague doesn't exist??#hill house could've been really good as a show idk why they changed it up like that...like was the original story not interesting enough for#you or something?? WHO decided to make that change i just wanna talk 🤨
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“1950s horror movies contrast radically with their 1940s predecessors. understandably – they were reflecting a whole new world. audiences wanted stories that connected directly to their lives, to the ever-expanding technology in their homes and workplaces. they also wanted horror movies that played to their fears – stoked by politicians – of the shadows that lay beyond their immediate, personal experience of the shiny american dream (applies to some of these movies).”
#obviously the american dream part really only goes for the american ones listed no the foreign ones#horror#horror movies#horroredit#moviesedit#filmedit#cinema#horror cinema#the creature from the black lagoon#them!#the thing from another world#curse of the demon#the beast from 20000 fathoms#it! the terror from beyond space#tarantula#fiend without a face#the fly#dementia#the blob#the bad seed#plan 9 from outer space#the mummy#house on haunted hill#horror of dracula#invasion of the body snatchers#house of wax#the night of the hunter#godzilla#les diaboliques#attack of the 50 foot woman
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I WANNA BE HAUNTED / I WANNA BE LOVED
Richard Siken Wishbone // とつくにの少女 The Girl From the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún wr. Nagabe // Marina Tsvetaeva // Shirley Jackson The Haunting of Hill House // Fatima Aamer Bilal being unwanted is a language // Angela Carter The Company of Wolves // pinterest // Fariha Róisín How to Cure a Ghost // Morrissey in an interview with David Thomas // pinterest // Hanya Yanagihara A Little Life
#on self#on love#on emotion#on heartbreak#poetry#poetry compilation#web weave#web weaving#poetry parallels#richard siken#the girl from the other side#the girl from the other side manga#manga#marina tsvetaeva#shirley jackson#the haunting of hill house#fatima aamer bilal#angela carter#fariha roisin#morrissey#the smiths#hanya yanagihara#a little life#poem#spilled thoughts#spilled ink#dark academia#words#spilled poetry#dark academia poetry
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Scream King - Vincent Price
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#gifs#gif#horror gifs#horror gif#my gif post#my gif#my gifs#horror edit#horroredit#screamking#scream king#vincent price#gifset#the fly 1958#house on haunted hill#house on haunted hill 1959#the raven 1963#dead heat 1988#dead heat#the masque of the red death#from a whisper to a scream#the pit and the pendulum#house of wax 1953#the invisible man returns#house of the long shadows#house of wax#the pit and the pendulum 1961
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- doomed by the narrative
richard siken/ goodbye kiss- lana del rey/ revenge of the sith novel/ the haunting of hill house/ richard siken/ @jediheretic/ titanic (1997)/ exile- taylor swift/ aeschylus/ the haunting fate of eleanor crain: a character analysis of the haunting of hill house
#oh nell#forever thinking about how nell was doomed from the start#new webweave 🫶#webweave#web weave#webweaving#web weaving#parallels#the haunting of hill house#eleanor crain#titanic#taylor swift#lana del rey
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you weren't sure what had woken you up.
you only knew that one moment you had been dreaming—of what, you could not recall—and the next you were staring up at the textured ceiling of your bedroom. your eyes took a moment to adjust. moonlight, dewy and milky, yawned along the walls from the open-curtained window to your right. there was a stillness to the air befitting of the late hour. you blinked once, then twice, your mind hazy with lingering sleep.
that was when you heard it.
scritch scritch scritch.
slowly, you sat up, your blanket pooling around your waist. you rubbed at one of your eyes, groggily trying to piece together some vague understanding of what you were hearing. your room looked no different, honestly. boxes were still lined along the leftmost wall that you had yet to unpack. a desk tucked in the far right corner had your hunting weapons scattered across its surface—your bow and arrows. your silver dagger. the door directly across from you was slightly ajar, just like you'd left it earlier.
faintly, you could see small specks of dust as they floated in the moonlit air. you wrinkled your nose. you had yet to do a deep clean, preoccupied as you were with everything else. you wiggled your toes slightly from where they poked up from underneath your blanket.
it was quiet.
scritch scritch scritch.
you turned around, craning your neck back as you stared at the wall your bed's headboard was propped up against. it was a plain thing, painted a light lavender that looked midnight purple in the darkness of your room. you watched it for a moment, like you were expecting something to reveal itself or change. but nothing did.
you reached up and ran the tips of your fingers along the wall. then, carefully, you stood up. your feet sunk into the plushness of your mattress. it would be easy to lose your balance. you braced one hand on the top of the headboard.
you stared at the wall some more. and slowly, ever so slowly, you leaned forward to press your ear against it.
the plaster of the wall was cool against your skin. you could hear your own breaths, your own heartbeat. a steady rhythm that nearly wiped out all other sound.
you waited, terse and quiet.
scritch. scritch scritch.
it was like it was directly inside your ear. incessant. like someone was scratching a thin nail against concrete.
you huffed and leaned back to eye your wall once again. this house was old, handed down through generations until your grandfather had eventually gifted it to you. and thus you knew the prospect of rodents running inside the walls was not too absurd of an idea.
you rubbed at your eye again, too tired to deal with this at the moment. gently, you banged your fist against the wall—a muffled thump thump thump that echoed throughout your room. and after a few moments of silence, you plopped back down in your bed. hopefully that scared the rodents off.
you'd deal with them in the morning.
the next time you heard the scratching, it was just past sunset.
you were in one of the halls on the first floor of the house, repainting it after having ripped off the old, yellowed wallpaper. the lights flickered for just a brief moment, drawing you from your work as you glanced up at the bulbs on the ceiling. but before you could squint at them for too long, you heard it.
scritch scritch scritch.
right in front of you.
you paused and looked back down at the section of the wall you were painting. your eyes were level with discolored plaster you had yet to cover up. you'd bought rat poison a few days ago at the small town nearby and crammed it into whatever cracks in the walls you could find. you had hoped it would be enough. it was not.
your lips twisted as you frowned at the wall. you really did not want to contact anyone to deal with the rodents. it would cost a pretty penny, and you were trying to save up so you could make additional repairs on the house. you grunted and set your brush down on the top of the paint bucket. then, you stepped back and wiped your hands on your overalls as you scrutinized the wall.
further down the hall, you heard it again. faintly.
scritch scritch. scritch.
your head turned to stare in its direction. and after a short moment of consideration, you trailed after the sound. maybe it would lead you to a hole you'd missed.
the scratching moved down the hall and to the right, trailing all the way up to a peeling, white door with a large lock on it. you grimaced. the basement. you never did find the key to open it—especially with how cluttered everything had gotten once you'd moved in.
you weighed your options in your mind for a bit, then turned around to make your way over to one of the storage closets. rummaging inside for a minute or two, you let out an aha! once you found the perfect tool. a hammer.
gripping it in your hand, you made your way back over to the basement door. and with a few well-placed hits, you broke the lock on it and kicked it off to the side. you tucked the hammer into your overalls and pulled open the door. dust wheezed into the air.
wooden stairs led down to a dark room. it was stifling. musty. you could see the cobwebs that lined the rail and the corners of the staircase. you shivered slightly. this door had not been opened in a very, very long time. you could only imagine the amount of work you'd need to do for restoration.
you tugged the collar of your shirt up so that it covered your nose and mouth. just past the door frame, there was a switch on the wall. you flicked it.
light spluttered to life from a bulb that hung over the middle of the staircase. you peered down and caught a glimpse of a concrete floor. off to the sides of the stairs, you could see more boxes, their shadows stretching languidly towards you. you strained your ears, listening past the deafening roar of the basement's silence.
scritch scritch scritch.
you started your descent.
the stairs creaked and groaned with every step, protesting against your weight. you winced slightly at the sounds and found yourself skipping a few steps so you could reach the bottom faster. your skin crawled as you made your way past all the cobwebs. your shirt slipped off your nose once you stepped further away from the stairs. your eyes trailed around as you took everything in.
the basement was just that: a basement. another room for storage. moonlight from a small, rectangular window on the wall directly across from you filtered through the air. it cast everything in an ethereal glow, illuminating things just enough that you could decipher what you were seeing.
there were more wooden boxes scattered about. old, antique furniture and other miscellaneous items were interspersed between them. a lamp in the shape of a flower with curled petals. a rocking chair with carvings of small animals along its arms and legs. a chest with another lock tucked in a corner.
you marveled at it all as you ventured around the room, stepping between stacks of books and ornate dishware. you wondered why your grandfather never sold any of this stuff. though, you supposed he was a bit of a hoarder.
you kept your eyes and ears peeled as you glanced at the surrounding walls. there was no more scratching. no pattering of tiny feet against the floor. no holes from what you could see either, though you were going off of the limited lighting from the window, so perhaps you missed something.
you frowned. you'd have to come back when it was brighter down here, maybe get a few lamps to chase away all the darkness. mind made up, you turned back to head towards the staircase.
as you did, however, your eyes caught onto an object just under the window. it was covered with a white sheet—stark like a ghost against the shadows that surrounded it. and it was such an odd thing, wasn't it? the only covered thing you could see. curiosity got the better of you.
approaching the object, you took note that it came up to about chest height. your nose wrinkled as you caught sight of the layers of dust upon the cover. you used your arm to shield your nose and mouth. then, with your free hand, you swiftly tore the white sheet off.
you weren't sure what you'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't a small, metal cage stacked atop another box. you let the sheet flutter to the ground, waving your hand in front of you in a feeble attempt to disperse the cloud of dust that had burst in the air. on top of the cage was a slim, vertical piece of paper. you picked it up.
you... couldn't tell what you were looking at. there was some pattern of sorts on the paper, drawn in ink that nearly glistened in the dim lighting. squiggles and waves. dots and strange characters. you squinted at it—felt the thick material of the paper itself—then shrugged and let it fall to the floor to join the sheet. your grandfather had been a strange man, particularly in his later years. you'd learned long ago not to question the things you found in his old house.
bending slightly, you peered past the thin bars of the cage. you'd been expecting an animal of sorts, dead or taxidermied or something. what you didn't expect were two dolls.
you straightened up and reached up a hand to the small lock on the cage's door. what was with your grandfather and locks, honestly. you pulled out the hammer from your overalls and quickly disposed of the lock before shoving it back into your pocket. the cage door creaked open. you pushed past it to grab the dolls and tug them into the light.
they were similar yet different, with matching smiles and crescent markings on their faces. one was colored red and gold, with yellow protrusions from its head that you realized mirrored the sun. the other was silver and blue, a hat with gold stars nestled comfortably on top of its head. both the dolls had blank, grey eyes that stared up at you hauntingly. you ignored the goosebumps along your arms.
you squeezed them slightly, one in each hand. your fingers sank into the plush material of their torsos. your thumbs ran across the intricate stitching of their tiny clothes. and you wondered what they were doing down here, locked in a little cage seemingly made for their little bodies. it was strange.
shaking your head, you glanced up at the window to see the moon steadily rising into the sky. it was getting late and you still needed to clean up. you eyed the dolls in your hand and set them atop the cage, propping them up against each other so they were sitting upright. you'd come back for them later. maybe you could sell them to one of the kids in town.
as you turned around to make your way back out of the basement, you failed to notice the way the dolls' eyes suddenly glowed a gentle white. following your figure as you disappeared up the stairs.
#THIS is inspired by a scene from an ep of the haunting of hill house. banger show. 10/10 would watch again#it is all exposition. you have been warned#dca x reader#daycare attendant x reader#sun x reader#fnaf sun x reader#shay scribbles daydreams#dca x y/n#dca x self insert#dca x you#fnaf sun x y/n#sun x y/n#sundrop x reader#sundrop x y/n#i shall name this:#dca cursed dolls au#fnaf dca x reader#fnaf dca x y/n#dca fandom#dca fanfic#moon x reader#moon x self insert#moon x y/n#moondrop x you#moondrop x y/n#moondrop x reader#fnaf moon x y/n#fnaf moon x reader
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Source : soulcinema on Instagram.
#marianne#the outsider#the fall of the house of usher#midnight mass#haunting of hill house#castle rock#bates motel#hannibal#from#horror tv shows
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Close your eyes, I'm still beside you. No goodbyes needed today
#the haunting of hill house#olivia crain#hugh crain#carla gugino#henry thomas#flanaganhorror#mikeflanaganuniverse#tuserheidi#usertj#thehauntingsource#wistfulwatcher#userriel#gifs;mine#mine;thohh#i literally attacked myself with that last gif#it's fine... i'm FINE#also I beg of you to listen to this song#its from big fish the musical and it's criminally underrated#okay thats it#thats the post#otp: he's my line
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She's coming for you, coming for me She's nothing but trouble She's walking like me, talking like me She's my body double
— She by Winona Oak
#lacey french#golden lace#rumbelle#rumbelle au#does it make sense? has anyone else already done something with this song?#like it's cursed storybrooke lacey au or something#idk this is very experimental to me x)#also i was too lazy to go through frances o'connor's filmography when the haunting of hill house was right there#(olivia even has a blue shirt similar to lacey's but it's (obviously) not obvious here)#and the scene from the submarine kid finally came in handy x) (it's also not very obvious but it makes me happy anyway x))#my things#not only mice but also gifs#my rumbelle things
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#okay was anybody gonna tell me that victoria pedretti was in a chris fleming show or was I supposed to find out that from a random clip?#victoria pedretti#nell crain#eleanor crain#hill house#the haunting of hill house#the haunting of bly manor#haunting of bly manor#chris fleming#love quinn#flanaganverse#the fall of the house of usher#flanaverse#mike flannigan#adhd#audhd#neurodivergent#this is a cry for help#actually adhd#actually neurodivergent#actuallyadhd#adhd brain#adhd memes
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im screaming, if you even care
#it’s the way they loved each other so quick and then it was poisoned and turned to hate#it’s the play on the closeness of love and hate and how they’re two sides of the same coin they both stem from so much feeling#it’s the scariness of those hateful thoughts hidden behind a smile#it’s the I love you so much that I hate you#it’s the I love you so much but you’re taking away who I am you’re taking away and I hate you for it#this book is everything to me#the haunting of hill house#shirley jackson#shirley Jackson books#the haunting of hill house book#Eleanor Vance#Theodora
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#dracula#frankenstein#dr jekyll and mr hyde#mummy#the mummy#the wolfman#the wolf man#creature from the black lagoon#house on haunted hill#psycho#night of the living dead#alfred hitchcock#boris karloff#bela lugosi#classic horror#vintage horror#horror#horror film#horror movie#horror aesthetic
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Horror movies of the 1950s
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#movie#movies#gifs#gif#horror gif#horror gifs#my gif post#horror edit#horroredit#50s horror#godzilla 1954#gojira#the thing from another world#horror of dracula#the curse of frankenstein#creature from the black lagoon#house on haunted hill#house of wax 1953#the man from Planet X#the black castle#invasion of the body snatchers 1956#invasion of the body snatchers#50s#vincent price#Christopher lee#my gif#my gifs
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Vincent Price
bts pic House on Haunted Hill (1959)
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seriously just saw someone say "why doesn't mike flanagan do original stories"
#as if he hasn't made multiple original works & the most recent one is literally the best thing in his filmorgraphy#i get the criticism bc i agree i want less adaptations from him but don't LIE#the fall of the house of usher#midnight mass#the haunting of hill house#the haunting of bly manor#doctor sleep#oculus#hush 2016
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