#horror story series

[hauntedwrighter]

Runner.

this is the beginning of a horror story, comments WILL effect the story.

*warnings* if you are uncomfortable with the unknown or minor horror DNI*

You're running through the woods, and the monster is not far behind you. Your pulse is racing you are getting tired not knowing how much longer you can go, feeling as though you will faint if you go much longer. You see a bridge up ahead, it's old but you want to avoid seeing the monster at all costs and going down into the abyss of the river would not be favourable either. Once you are halfway across you feel the bridge movement behind you, the monster was closing in. Fast. Once you make it across, you trip and fall fearing the worst you look behind you… You see nothing. Where did the monster go?... And what could have made it go? It was chasing you for hours without stopping, so why stop when you are the most vulnerable? It did not make any sense. You hear a noise behind you, and you wrap your head around to see a small kid, in light blue PJs, with dark hair, dark eyes, a brown coat and a flashlight that they grip tightly, they seem to be alone… and not in the least scared. I'm leaving here for others to choose how to react which will direct the story! Questions are fair game, minus the monster as that's for later.

[thebleedingsky]

It was dark. An endless darkness filling a closeted space. The door on the other end was locked, and he only had so many steps he could move before he met it. Three days ago, he'd been shoved inside, three days ago without any way out. Any noise he made, and scratches would start at the door. They were a small, little rackety noise, scratching and scratching their way into the center of his eardrums.

Two days ago, after the first few hours, he'd stopped calling out his mom's name. She was the one who'd shoved him in here, her eyes devoid of any sense of feeling. The last thing she'd ever said to him was about the weather.

"It's quite nice out, isn't it? I think I'll go for a walk," That was the last thing she'd said, staring right past him, as she'd slammed the closet door in his face.

He couldn't understand it, no matter how hard he tried. He's screamed out to her, banging his hand against the door, but she hadn't said a single thing more. All that she uttered now were strange little whispers, whispers that echoed anytime he tried to push open the door.

Today however, with lowering energy and desperation fraying his nerves, he'd make it out. He was not going to die of dehydration in a cramped closet. When he got out, he'd...Maybe he'd call Child Protective Services.

Stepping as far back as he could, he kicked out at the door. The scratching started again, but that didn't matter. With another kick, he felt the door push backwards. Finally, on the third kick, the worn hinges shattered, and the door fell backwards.

He'd expected to see his mom, standing diligently in-front of the door, scratching insistently. Instead, there was nothing. What he saw was the living room, as it had always been, but with nobody beside himself in it.

Thinking that perhaps his mother had ran to the side, he stepped out further, and looked towards the kitchen, only to find nobody there either. Further he stepped, looking wildly around the room. To his utter confusion...He was alone.

Moving throughout the house in a daze, he first checked his room. His phone sat silently on his desk as it had before. Grabbing at it, he tapped it on, staring towards the thousands of missed texts that lit up his screen. All of them had stopped yesterday.

Further through the house he went, checking the office; nothing. The guest bedroom held small dust bunnies in the corner, and a singular emblem in the middle of the bed. Approaching, he found what looked to be a nestling of twigs splayed in random directions.

Desperate to get to the bottom of this, and figure out why he'd been left in a closet for three days, he rushed past the kitchen, and into the Master Bedroom that his parents slept in. Slamming open the door and rushing inside-

His father sat in the direct middle of the bed, his body was tilting back and forth. Slowly, he flipped on the light, and everything halted. His dad's pants were lying on the floor, but that hardly seemed to matter. The skin was melted directly into the fabrics, as if somebody had dumped acid over his body. More than that, his mom's face sat lower on the bed, with her entire body splayed out, as if somebody had torn open her skin, and carefully started sewing it into the fabric of the bed itself.

He stepped back, vomit rushing out of his mouth. Tears welled into his eyes as he collapsed before the sight. Nerve endings were reaching outwards from the floor, physically moving as if in some invisible wind.

Something snapped as he backpedaled, shoving his body backwards. That was when his father's eyes looked up to meet his own. There were no tears in those eyes, there was no reaction in those eyes. What stared back at him was no longer his father's face, no longer the person that he'd known and loved his entire life.

The words that came out of that amalgamation were garbled and no longer human. He heard sentences that strung together, but they were archaic imitations of English.

That was when it happened, as if it couldn't get any worst. His father's body started to move, flesh plopping outwards, as if jutting from a socket. What he looked towards were no longer legs, they were amassments of flesh, pieced together in random directions, and somehow managing to pull the body forwards. There was no question of what it wanted.

He took a step back, prepared to run, only to find his foot tangled into the nerves, the nerves that he'd thought couldn't move. He stared helplessly towards the body of his father as it approached.

As the flesh touched him, something started to slither from the older man's skin. It felt like a snake against his cheek, cold as it pushed forwards, prodding at his ear. There was a twinge of pain, as it maneuvered its way inside. A twine that all but disappeared as he felt it touch his brain.

The last thing he would ever remember was his mother's face. Her eyes were missing, and he would never find them. He would never get to find his mother's eyes. His dad's voice groaned, and everything went white.

[sleepyminty]

I present to you whatever the fuck this is

I need a name guys help a little

Heres the visual example

[zanephillips]

American Horror Story: Hotel 5.06 "Room 33"

[gauntletqueen]

When a non-horror game has a horror section, I often find it a little more effective or memorable than a full-on horror title's horror, in a way. I think that's because, for characters in fiction, they usually don't know they're about to experience a horror story, so they aren't mentally prepared at all. As the audience, we know that when we boot up Silent Hill, we're gonna see some scary stuff and can mentally prepare accordingly. But when some innocuous children's platformer or RPG or whatever suddenly throws genuine horror elements at me, I'm taken out of my comfort zone much more roughly since I don't expect it at all. I think that's neat :>

[enha-doodles]

ENHYPEN REACTION TO YOU FANGIRLING OVER SOME OTHER CELEBRITY | ✧⁺。

Pairing : (all members) x reader

Note : ksksksk writing something for enhypen after sooo long , felt good . The nostalgia is real but then i remember my cringey writing - so grateful I improved . I wanna write a yandere one next so plz send requests guys !!!

Warnings : not proofread , lame humour

LEE HEESEUNG

Heeseung pouts dramatically as he watches you fangirl over the celebrity, feeling a surge of jealousy bubbling up inside him. "What about me?" he whines, his voice taking on an adorable whiny tone, complete with puppy-dog eyes that could melt even the coldest heart. With shiny sparkling eyes, he attempts to rotate your attention back to him, pulling you into a tight hug and peppering your face with playful kisses, all in a bid to reclaim his status as your number one fan.

PARK JONGSENG

Jay can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance as he watches you fangirl over the celebrity, but he's determined to keep it lighthearted. Hugging you tightly, he rolls his eyes with exaggerated flair, muttering under his breath about the celebrity's questionable talent. "He's not even that good," he grumbles, though his playful smirk betrays his true feelings. "But he kinda looks like me, right?" With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he pulls you closer, stealing a quick kiss before diving into his own hilarious imitation of the celebrity's signature moves.

SIM JAYEUN

Jake grins from ear to ear as he watches you fangirl over the celebrity, thrilled to have found a fellow fan in you. "Oh yeah, you have that album? Well, too bad I have the signed one!" he boasts, flashing you a cheeky grin. With an air of playful competition, he launches into a spirited debate about who the bigger fan is, all in good fun. "You may have met him once, but I once waited in line for six hours just to catch a glimpse of him from afar!" he declares proudly, earning a playful eye-roll from you in response.

PARK SUNGHOON

Sunghoon can't resist teasing you mercilessly as he watches you fangirl over the celebrity, reveling in your adorable excitement. "Looks like there's competition for me," he quips with a smug grin, though there's a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. With exaggerated arrogance, he strikes a series of ridiculous poses, parodying the celebrity's trademark moves in a bid to steal back your attention. "Who needs him when you've got me, right?" he says with a playful wink, pulling you into a goofy dance that leaves you both doubled over with laughter.

KIM SUNOO

Sunoo adopts a sassy demeanor as he observes your fangirling, determined not to let the celebrity steal your attention away from him. "Okay, but have you seen how cute I am?" he jokes, his eyes sparkling with mischief. With a playful toss of his hair, he launches into a hilarious impression of the celebrity, complete with exaggerated gestures and an over-the-top accent that leaves you giggling uncontrollably. "I may not have millions of followers, but I've got charm for days!" he declares proudly, flashing you a dazzling smile that melts your heart on the spot.

YANG JUNGWON

Jungwon laughs good-naturedly at your fangirling, though he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy deep down. "Looks like you've found a new crush," he chuckles, though there's a hint of wistfulness in his tone. With a playful wink, he pulls you into a tight hug, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek saying "but it'll always be me right?" to remind you that he's the only celebrity you need in your life.

NISHIMURA NI-KI

Ni-Ki's jealousy reaches peak levels as he watches you fangirl over the celebrity, his playful demeanor giving way to a hilarious mix of envy and frustration. "Ugh, he's so smug. I hate him," he mutters under his breath, his annoyance palpable. "Why are you even looking at him? Have you seen his hairstyle? That was me back in my school days." (as if bro ever went to school💀💀) With an exaggerated eye-roll, he launches into a comedic rant about the celebrity's questionable fashion choices, determined to prove once and for all that he's the only one worthy of your admiration.

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[goryhorroor]

horror tropes: the evil book

[ahorrorstorycircle]

The first episode of 'American Horror Story' aired 13 years ago.

[im-tired-404]

Me when I see a piece of media about something I’m hyperfixated on:

[mengif]

RUSSELL TOVEY American Horror Story: NYC (2022)

[blaithnne]

Local big sister experiences emotions, more at 6

Been wanting to do one of these with Lauren for AGES, but I never got round to it. Then I saw the Lydia and Phinium expression sheets on @littledigits’ website and I felt inspiration like never before.

The funniest struggle I have with Lauren’s design right now is that she nose too big for she got damn face. Literally, Hilda characters noses take up a fairly small portion of their faces, and her’s took up WAY too much, leaving little room for her to make facial expressions. But I struggled to find a fix because when I made the nose smaller it just didn’t look like Lauren anymore, so I took this as an opportunity to work on that!

She still has a larger nose than most characters, starting higher up (like her grandad!) and ending lower down (but not quite as low as before). I also made her eyes a little smaller and with a shape similar to Lydia’s (though you can see in some of these I hadn’t quite landed on that yet and her eyes are a bit too big), which works both as a nod to her parentage and because I think it makes the nose look bigger. This still doesn’t leave as much room for the mouth as most other characters, but that’s okay — Lauren is a very private person who keeps her feelings close to her chest, I think it works for her to have subtler expressions, adds to how guarded she is! Oh and I also updated the shape of her hair slightly, just to make it a bit more style accurate.

These changes are pretty small on their own, but I think combined they work well to make Lauren feel a lot more…alive? Far less stiff, anyway. I think she also has a more unique facial structure now, instead of just “what if Johanna was 90% nose”. She’s still got a big old nose and I love it but now she can emote, yay!

This is really all just concept stuff, I’m hoping to get a new fullbody style-ref for Lauren out soon! Now that I’ve improved the main issues I had with her face in the last ref, now it’s onto the silhouette! I want her to read as more of a strong character (though it comes across decently in her current ref, I wanna push it more without being as exaggerated as Ahlberg, which is. A challenge for me lol), streamline her silhouette, and finally make her taller than Johanna like she’s always meant to have been <3 I made her shorter for so long because I thought it would help her read better as her daughter but you know what? That’s dumb actually, she’s tall.

ANYWAYS, thank you for listening in on the annual Lauren redesign, and to the artists behind the show for posting so much amazing inspiring show stopping concept work for free because it makes my autism worse /pos

[ziggywiththestarz]

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[lilacxquartz]

a bump in the middle of the night

oc male!demon × human female!reader

w.c: 1.1k

plot: a potential intruder sets midnight completely off and you learn just how dangerous he can truly be.

other works in this series.

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The area I lived in was once decent, but now it was struggling.

A dwindling economy does that to a place. Most businesses that were once thriving were forced to close and those who could afford to leave, did just that.

Others stayed but they also struggled. I otherwise had the luxury of this apartment belonging to my grandparents so the mortgage was long settled, leaving me behind with only the regular bills to pay.

Most of the people that lived here did their best to just get by though, so for the most part it was safe.

But then the break-ins started to happen more often.

So maybe it was a blessing that I had a literal live-in demon cohabiting with me.

Keeping an eye on the things that went bump in the middle of the night.

Not that I could trust it. I still couldn’t bring myself to do so. Not one bit.

I woke up earlier during the night to a strange sound, though. I was a lighter sleeper than Midnight and would at oftentimes wake up to subtle sounds. This was initially annoying to me, but I quickly learned that as long as Midnight remained asleep, then there was nothing ever to worry about—so I always just dozed off again.

It was something about instincts, he said. If he’s awake during the night along with me, then that’s when I can feel worried.

I woke up to a noise just now, either way.

My eyes parted slowly, feeling the curl of his tail that looped around my legs. I could sense his breathing change and as he almost jolted awake. I shuddered at the sensation of his stare intensify at the back of my head as his body stretched, pulling me closer towards his chest.

Tonight, his instincts were on high alert.

“Quiet,” he whispered, noticing that I was awake too.

My voice remained hushed as I turned to face him, “Is someone else in here…?”

“Not yet,” Midnight replied, slowly bringing himself up to a sitting position, reluctantly letting go of me, “stay in bed.”

Something dangerous stirred within his presence and I harboured more fear for Midnight than the prospect of an actual intruder. It was as though his words were laced in something much more sinister, like a threat.

When the lock to the front door finally gave in, I could feel a change in the atmosphere almost right away. Midnight kept me grounded in bed by pressing his one arm behind him, locking me into place against the mattress. The way that he seemed to be guarding me felt territorial once again.

I remained deathly quiet as I felt the air continue to grow heavier; some type of droning sound playing from Midnight’s lips. His body reacted on instinct, almost, as his head jerked in slight movements—as though he was tracking something, or someone.

The hum slowly phased into a low growl, filling up the space with an unsettling aura that wafted through the confines of my home.

It was as though Midnight was making his presence known to send a warning.

People were reckless though. That’s what I started to understand after just a couple of weeks with him. Humans acted unpredictably, especially if influenced by fear.

So, perhaps he was just trying to strike enough unease into this person into leaving, but this didn’t seem to be the outcome just yet.

Midnight was gentle with me up until this very moment. He spent the last couple of weeks trying to gain my trust but he seemed to have a different priority right now. The way he seemed so tense during his investigation was quite jarring, especially now that he seemed hostile. Malicious, even.

Closer to an actual demon than ever before.

I felt afraid.

Noticing this, his demeanour softened for a moment, although it felt forced. He turned to face me, sensing my unease.

Cupping my face into his palms, he leaned in with a sedating kiss, “I’ll be right back.”

While his tone seemed calmer and while his touch bordered feather light, it was that same type of kiss that dulled my senses like all of those other times before.

Usually it was used as a nightcap for when I couldn’t get to sleep or for the earlier days when I couldn’t bring myself to relax within his company. However, it seemed to be for something else tonight.

Something seemed off.

His body language was different—almost erratic.

I drifted off into a fabricated sleep and phased on and off back into lucidity against my control. Certain sounds played in my mind, like screaming and low drawn out whines. Like bones waning and cracking. Faint imagery burnt into my mind of bloodied flesh and torn skin.

Under any other circumstance, I would have shaken that off as a vivid nightmare but it felt all too different this time.

Especially since the atmosphere since then felt even heavier than before and to an extent, almost suffocating.

My breath locked in my throat as I felt an anchoring presence settle over me, sinking me further into the mattress. I writhed just a little bit as my body tried to readjust into comfort, but I couldn’t move much at all.

I knew Midnight was on top of me, that much was clear.

I opened up my eyes once again, feeling the sedative finally fade. It was almost a jarring sensation, as if the ease washed away along with it. The air continued to thicken but now tinted with the smell of copper, my senses recoiling as something warm dripped from his lips and onto mine.

(Blood…?)

I couldn’t see him too clearly, but from the brief moments that the moonlight shone through the blinds—I could see it. He looked feral, almost as if he was drunk on something.

My breathing remained shallow as I felt some sort of innate fear settle deep within my core. I was starting to slowly understand why I felt so terrified in this very moment—my eyes widening in panicked realisation. I finally got it. My breath caught in my throat again as the dream-like stupor finally faded away, replacing itself with striking lucidity instead.

Midnight was savouring the taste of something.

Or someone.

Yet, despite catching onto my suspicion, he tried to brush away my almost overwhelming concern.

“Please don’t worry,” he cooed, that same soft tone returning as he finally settled, the one that carried the same facade as before, “go back to sleep, it will be okay.”

“But-“

“—the danger is gone, I promise,” Midnight purred as he stroked my cheeks with his fingers, leaning in closer as he licked the dried blood off of my lips, “in fact, the intruder isn’t just dealt with, he’s…”

“You didn’t?” I asked, finally able to say something. My voice sounded hoarse, almost dry.

Midnight simply smiled, his pointed teeth momentarily illuminated by the passing moonlight. He wasn’t going to elaborate even if he did suspect you knew. Instead, he fed you a cryptic response, sealed with yet another soothing kiss.

“Let’s just say that… he’s gone for good.”

[zanephillips]

Matt Bomer in American Horror Story 4.05 “Pink Cupcakes”

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

A Warning to the Curious (Lawrence Gordon Clark, 1972)

[bmelovely]

tate langdon - rubber man ☠️