#horror tale 2 samantha

[panasonicmelons]

Manga: Our New Cafe Maid is a Bewitching Kidnapper!! (2023)

(fake obviously lmao)

Summary: A small cafe is running low on customers, so they hire a new maid... who is a witch!

Sorry, not sorry.

Maybe just a bit.

[lostsomewhereinescapism]

to be honest, i didn't think i'd ever use these tags again.... hello, my dead, old hyperfixation ig.

[crazyyapper]

EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT HORROR TALE G O AND THE LORE

SIGHHHHHH OKAYYYY

Kidnapper is called Ethan Woodley and his father is Stephen Woodley (the carpenter that died in a fire) and we don't know anything about his mother yet. Ethan is probably involved in that fire since he looks like he has burn marks. Ethan broke out of an asylum and works with the witch Wanda, Wanda might be his sister (what I was told so don't kill me if she ends up not being his sister, but I hope she is). Ethan is 18 and has kidnapped Billy, Emma, Harry, Samantha and had attempted to kidnap Tom multiple times. He successfully turned Billy, Emma and Harry into wooden dolls by performing a ritual. He was going to turn Sam into a doll but she escaped. He's also creepy towards Sam 😭

Sam's full name is Samantha Stone and she is 12, she ran away from home, probably on her own, and got kidnapped by Ethan and pretended to be his friend for a while to not die. She was the first to get kidnapped but surprisingly not turned into a doll (being his 'friend' worked lol). She tried escaping at one point and got caught by Ethan, who then decided that he wanted to turn her into a doll, but I guess you need to prepare the ritual first since he couldn't turn her into a doll immediately and she needs up escaping with the help of Tom. She attends the same school as Tom so they've probably met before, just not properly. We don't know anything about her family yet.

Tom's full name is Tom Randy and he is probably about 11-12, we only know about his mother who has left notes and is a teacher I think, in my opinion his mother is quite neglectful and she doesn't even care about him disappearaning that much, we also know he does have a dad since he says "my father loves to watch advertisements, but I'm not my father". Tom lives on a farm, however his house had termites in HT 1 and 2 (maybe we will be able to go in his house in HT 3?) and he can ride a bike. He is friends with Harry and they have a tree house. Tom was kidnapped by Ethan but escaped and helped Sam escape, who then saved him last second. Tom has a crush? on Sam.

Harry's full name is Harry Lewis and he is Tom's friend. We no nothing about his school life or home life or his family. He is probably 11-12 as well. Harry is much more scared than Tom about the kidnappings and only stays in the treehouse during HT 1, he also complains a lot 🙄, and he is the 'smart/nerdy' character. He ends up getting kidnapped and tries to figure out a way to escape but failed and got turned into a doll. He might be Russian? That's just judging by his accent, if not then I guess it's just one of my headcannons 😭

Billy's full name is Billy Maelow and he is 11 years old. The only thing we know about his family is that he has a younger sister called Emma Maelow. Him and his sister was kidnapped, we don't know how or who got kidnapped first if they were kidnapped one then the other, however they do share a cell I think. Billy might be claustrophobic since Emma wrote about it in her note, we also know that Billy and Emma might be Christians/ come from a Christian family since Sam says about them praying. Billy was turned into a doll.

Emma's full name is Emma Maelow and she is 10 years old. Most of her info is the same as Billy's however she didn't seem to be claustrophobic and in her note she seemed more calm than Billy. She probably has a liking for peanut butter if she talks about how desperate she is for it while being kidnapped. We also know that Emma's family might not be that well off when it comes to money because in her note she says that if the kidnapper wanted a ransom her parents wouldn't have anything to give him. She was turned into a doll.

Wanda is the witch coming in HT 3, we don't know like anything about her apart from she might be Ethan's sister.

That's all my yap for now because my brain has melted into mush 😋😋😋

I love love love love love love love love love love love horror tale :3

[petalpetal]

For halloween here all the horror books I've read and loved

I want to say all of these greatly vary in degree of scariness because books range from middle school to adult audiences

first up is the one I am currently reading

Revelator by Daryl Gregory

Boys In the Valley by Philip Fracassi

Black River Orchard by Chuck Wendig

What Moves the Dead (book 1) What Feasts at Night (book 2) by T. Kingfisher

Woodworm by Layla Martínez

Home Before Dark by Riley Sager

Starve Acre by Andrew Michael Hurley

Slasher Girls & Monster Boys by multiple authors (its YA horror anthology)

No One Will Come Back For Us by Premee Mohamed

The Eyes Are the Best Part by Monika Kim

Gallant by V.E. Schwab

The Twisted Ones by The Twisted Ones

The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White

Red Rabbit by Alex Grecian

The Deep by Nick Cutter

Wylding Hall by Elizabeth Hand

Vampires of El Norte by Isabel Cañas

The Troop by Nick Cutter (my number 1 favorite)

To Break a Covenant by Alison Ames

Slade House by David Mitchell

Perfect Blue by Yoshikazu Takeuchi

The Night Sister by Jennifer McMahon

Mr. Splitfoot by Samantha Hunt

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Lone Women by Victor LaValle

The Devil in Silver by Victor LaValle

Delicious Monsters by Liselle Sambury

The Daughter of Doctor Moreau by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The Crimson Labyrinth by Yusuke Kishi

The Book of Accidents by Chuck Wendig

The Bone Snatcher by Charlotte Salter

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

The Sundial by Shirley Jackson

The Road Through the Wall by Shirley Jackson

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson

Dark Tales by Shirley Jackson

The Lottery and Other Stories by Shirley Jackson

Battle Royale by Koushun Takami

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

SPOILER WARNING!!!! If you haven’t seen the new movie yet. 

Can I request a part 2 of MASTERMIND. With reader having to figure out who the new ghostface is to protect Tara and  succeeding. Just some fluff and little angst happy ending. Oh and when they go into the room with all the past ghostface stuff nothing of readers is in there cause she covered her tracks. The new ghostface didn’t know she worked with Richie and when their dying she would tell them maybe with no one else hearing what she said idk. Sorry if this makes No since. I just had to ask love your writing it’s just <3

I hope you like it <3

3rd Person POV

They were back...again. And in New York Fucking City of all places. This wasn't like the others you could tell. The way these deaths were displayed, the motive, it's not the same. The killings aren't to develop a new movie this is something deeper. You looked around the room at the shrine of Ghostface's past.

Starting with Billy Loomis all the way down to Richie and Amber. It was almost impressive that someone was able to collect all the evidence without it making the news.

Cop? FBI?

The second thought made you glance at Kirby. Someone with a badge and/or access to one would be the only one able to get evidence from previous cases undetected.

It started with Jason, you knew he was a horror film fanatic he'd discussed his obsessions with Mindy from time to time even critiquing the previous Ghostface killers. You knew he had the potential to be the next serial killer but he hadn't lived long enough to tell the tale.

Nothing here could implicate you though. No phone record, clothing, any physical evidence connecting you to Richie and Amber meaning the killer didn't know who you were either.

You thought back to when Mindy did her usual "Who's the next Ghostface?" Speech making everyone question who they could trust.

"I don't wanna die a virgin!" Ethan, the oh so innocent roommate of Chad spoke up. You felt your eyes narrow as you had the same thought as Mindy. His "innocent" persona feeling too forced and he was new to the group. You glanced to Tara's roommate Quinn as well both of their presence in the lives of the Woodsboro survivors feeling a little too convenient.

"And Anika.." kisses blown to her girlfriend before she frowned. "Never trust the love interest."

You almost laughed aloud at the thought. No you and Tara were still yet to be official but your undying love for her was what started this.

And will finish it.

Your original plan of creating a cult dedicated to ending the life of Samantha Loomis long gone as you found the girl to be useful in keeping Tara safe. Now you just wanted to admit your feelings for the younger Carpenter and hope she felt the same.

It was at a Halloween party that you'd thought you'd finally made some progress she'd been touchy all night and even glared at some of the girls who would try to flirt with you.

But then she'd tried to go up to her room with some random guy and Chad was her knight in shining armor. You shook your head at yourself.

So not important right now.

You were still at a loss as one of your top suspects, Quinn was dead the picture sitting calmly on your phone the same time they had murdered Anika. You knew it wasn't Danny as he'd been nothing but protective to Sam. Mindy was nowhere to be found as she'd gone to the subway with Ethan. Gale was currently in the hospital after just surviving another encounter with Ghostface.

You continued to look around to find Tara and Chad gone. You walked towards the next room to find them kissing. Your skin burned as you looked away clenching your jaw before you heard a phone ring, Sam looking to Kirby in suspicion at whatever she was being told on the other end.

You go to leave when you find the doors are locked running back to warn the others when you find the room empty, Kirby on the ground.

You kneel by her and check her pulse. She coughs.

"It's Detective Bailey." Your head tilts to the side. Quinn's dad who claimed to want to avenge his daughter. That's one suspicion officially confirmed. It was a cop meaning Ghostface has a gun you opened up Kirby's jacket ripping the bullet proof vest from her and putting it on yourself. The former agent looking to you in surprise.

"Nice thinking kid." You nod as she hands you her gun. "Go get that son of a bitch."

You hear Tara's blood curdling scream followed by whimpers. You go towards the noise seeing Chad bleeding with multiple stab wounds not even bothering to look for a pulse as you survey the scene. You follow the noise and find Sam and Tara.

"I'm going to avenge my dead son! Do you know what's it like to lose your firstborn? You're going to pay for what you did! Everyone's going to think Samantha Loomis just did exactly as her father would've wanted and I'm going to complete what my son started."

"Too bad your son was a little bitch who let his girlfriend do all the dirty work." Sam smirked before Detective Bailey smacked her, next to him were Quinn and Ethan donning their costumes. You pulled down the ammunition chamber only finding two bullets in the gun. Cursing softly you slowly crept towards the trio.

If I shoot too soon they'll hurt Tara.

A crash from below caught everyone's attention. Bailey pushed his youngest son.

"Go see what that is." The boy jumped down from the balcony looking around as Quinn went to stab Sam who pushed their father and made him drop his gun.

Perfect.

You shot Quinn just as she raised her arm and Sam pushed Bailey over the railing.

"Y/N!" He'd grabbed Tara and pulled her over the ledge with him. You and Sam each had one of her arms to keep the younger sister from falling. Ethan had wrapped his arms around his dads legs and once he'd released Tara the two fell into a heap on the hard floor as you both got the smaller girl to safety. A gun shot rang through your ears as a sharp sting came from your arm. You groaned realizing the son of a bitch got his gun back and almost shot Tara.

You went to run downstairs her and her sister's hands gripping your forearm to keep you from leaving .

"Wait where are you going?"

"To kill the son of a bitch who shot me." Tara stopped you again. "No!"

Sam went back to the shrine room undetected as Ethan and his father began to taunt you.

"Tara let go." You spoke through clenched teeth.

"No! I don't wanna lose you too." You looked into the smaller girls brown eyes unable to see anything but her kissing Chad.

"You already did." Her grip loosened in confusion as you ran to Bailey.

The older man laughed as he cocked his gun shooting at your chest twice before his gun clicked. His son acting as a shield as you charged at them. A knife sank into your abdomen as you tackled the small boy to the ground a harsh yell next to you as another Ghostface grabbed Bailey and began stabbing him. You pulled the knife out and followed suit with Ethan before leaning in closer to his ear.

"It wasn't your brothers vision dumb ass it was mine." Ethan's eyes widened as he stared at the ceiling. "You know what he did wrong? He hurt Tara, he hurt what's mine." You spoke through gritted teeth as you heard his breath stutter.

You got up looking to find Sam nodding at you after taking off her fathers mask.

In a different time she would've been the perfect Ghostface.

"How did you-" you cut off Sam's question by lifting your shirt to show the vest you'd taken off Kirby.

Tara had caught up to the both of you as she looked to the bodies glancing at her sister and her costume. Her back was turned as a sudden yell rang out Ethan charging towards the Younger Carpenter only to be stopped by Kirby smashing his head with the same TV that killed Stu Macher.

"So we should get the fuck out of here yeah?" Tara and her sister laugh as you all begin to leave. The paramedic beginning to patch everyone up. Your shoulder was being wrapped in a sling when Tara walked up almost in the same situation.

"Guess we're twins, huh?" She laughed softly as you stared. She looked down before glancing at you through her eyelashes. "What did you mean "I already lost you"?"

"We got one more over here!" You both look to see a gurney rolling Chads body to an ambulance near by. You nodded your head towards him.

"Go see your boyfriend." She frowned at you moving reluctantly. Sam next to her as she did so, she had heard some of the conversation between you two.

"Glad you're ok Chad." She smiled placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as he squeezed it. He turned hopeful eyes to Tara who did the same as her sister. Him thinking nothing of it as his sister ran in holding her abdomen.

"GUYS! It's Ethan and he-" she looked around disappointed.

"Are you fucking serious?! I missed everything even the evil villain monologue?" The sister nodded as she looked to her twin. "Oh shit you don't look good are you ok?" They both went into the ambulance.

"So..?" Sam looked to her sister in silence. Tara just stared back.

"So what?" The older sister sighed.

.

.

.

"So where's Y/N?" Mindy laughed at her brother. The ever clueless oaf had no idea that you and Tara had a thing that wasn't a thing but kind of a thing. While Chad and Tara weren't dating it wasn't fun to sit around and watch them act as if they were.

"Probably trying to get over a certain someone by getting under someone else." Sam and Tara both looked to the twin wide eyed.

"What?" She shrugged. Sam shook her head laughing a bit as white hot jealousy flashed through Tara. Was that why you hadn't been around? You were seeing someone?

Chads hand squeezed Tara's shoulder. "You ok?" She told Chad she wanted to move slow, not sure if he was truly over Liv and avoid trauma bonding. She gave him a soft smile nodding as she went to stand up.

"Just need some fresh air." She went out to the bodega near her apartment and found you holding some chips, currently filling a giant cup. She approached slowly unsure of how you'd react.

"Hey." She said softly you turned to her surprised eyes scanning over her to make sure she was ok.

"Hey." You turned back to the counter putting the lid on your cup before grabbing some candy and going to the register.

"How've you been?" You nodded to the smaller girl.

"Good. You?" Inside she was screaming you both hated small talk yet here you were acting as if you were strangers.

"Good." You but the inside of your cheek already regretting your next question,

"And how's Sam? Mindy? Chad?" She nodded as you moved forward placing your items on the counter. The check out behind the counter suddenly very friendly.

"That'll be $5.73." You pulled out six dollars.

"I'm not worried about any change." The curly hair girl behind the counter smiled.

"You're all set then." She handed you the receipt fingers grazing your hand.  As you both reached the door she yelled out.

"You forgot something!" Both you and Tara turned confused as she went up to you handing you another piece of paper. "My number."

Pink lips spread into a smile as she looked at you, you felt yourself flush a bit as you thanked the girl. Tara felt her jaw clench as you both left.

"Are you going to call her?" You looked at Tara as she glared down at the sidewalk, amused you chuckled.

"Maybe." She continued to glare at the sidewalk before her face softened when you offered her some candy. She didn't even noticed you'd picked up her favorite, jolly ranchers.

"I guess I'll see you around." You both stopped at the bus stop. She nodded tucking some hair behind her ear. She began her walk back home as you waited for the next bus to come.

Sam called her sister telling her she would be going out with Danny and Chad and Mindy planned on having some time to themselves.

Tara glanced back to Y/N as she hung up the phone. She ran up to the taller girl panting lightly and cursing herself when she realized she left her inhaler.

You looked at Tara unable to stop yourself from smiling as you dig into your pocket and pull out the spare inhaler you keep with you. She took a deep breath before looking at you in question.

"I always keep one on me …just in case. I have one in my pocket and one in my apartment." Big brown eyes stared into yours before grabbing the collar of your shirt and pulling you into a kiss. Your hands automatically finding her waist as hers went around your neck before they slid down and pulled you away from the bench.

Stunned you said nothing until you both passed the bodega again. The cashier from earlier looking with eyes narrowed as Tara dragged you with her.

"Where we going?" The small girl glanced at you smirking.

"My place."

Taglist: @alexkolax

[homesickfornowhere]

Books that I’ve read recently and would recommend. 🖤 Part 2

A Dowry of Blood by S. T. Gibson. A reimagining of Dracula’s brides, written in letters to Dracula from his first wife, Constanta. I love anything vampire-related and can’t even describe how much I loved this book.

A God in the Shed by J. -F. Dubeau. A fantastic horror novel set in a messed up little town. A murder investigation, a serial killer, a god trapped in a shed (literally), the occult, ancient evils, blood and gore, and lots of twists and turns.

The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang. A historical/grimdark fantasy novel heavily inspired by the Second Sino-Japanese war. Very violent and graphic, but an amazing read.

My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix. A fun 80s demon possession story set during the satanic panic. A teen girl drops acid, gets lost in the woods, and accidentally gets possessed by a demon — and it’s up to her friend to save her. Gorey and campy.

Maggie’s Grave by David Sodergren. A pregnant woman, falsely accused of being a witch and brutally murdered, takes revenge on a Scottish town centuries later. Fun, fast-paced folk horror meets splatterpunk with an endless amount of gore.

The Island by Adrian McKinty. A tense, fast-paced thriller set in in an island off of the coast of Australia. This book genuinely stressed me out and made me want to bite my nails, but I couldn’t put it down. A bit of Wolf Creek vibes.

Delicious Monsters by Liselle Sambury. A ghost story and psychological horror with dual timelines. Family drama, a haunted house, toxic parents, etc.

Never Lie by Freida McFadden. A psychological thriller with a great twist. When their realtor doesn’t show up, newlyweds take shelter from a blizzard in a manor that belongs to a missing psychiatrist.

Six Crimson Cranes by Elizabeth Lim. This book and the world within it makes my heart flutter. A dreamy, whimsical fairy tale blended with East Asian folklore.

The Overnight Guest by Heather Gudenkauf. An atmospheric mystery/thriller. A writer travels to an isolated farmhouse where two unsolved murders and the disappearance of a girl took place decades earlier, and plans to finish her book while snowed in. Things go down hill after she finds a young child outside and decides to bring him in from the cold.

Clytemnestra by Costanza Casati. A retelling of Greek mythology, and such a beautiful and heartbreaking book.

A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon. A a high fantasy novel and standalone prequel to The Priory of the Orange Tree. Amazing world building, amazing writing, amazing characters, and dragons.

Ring by Koji Suzuki. I’ve always loved the films, both Ringu and The Ring, but I’ve never read the book until now and I highly recommend it if you haven’t either.

[puppygirlmaki]

About Myself

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Has no clue how to work this site give me a break

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My name is Mackenzie/Samantha (she/her),

Edit: I finally found a name I like and still go by Mackenzie, but Samantha is a more personal name to me so if we just met go with Mackenzie or Kenzie please.

I am Trans [MTF] and 24 years old.

This is my attempt at a bio post cause honestly I suck at starting conversations and connecting with people but like talking to them. I am often skittish in new situations that I know nothing about, I do try to learn everything I can though and sometimes I am very forgetful all the time. :3

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Things that interest me and I like talking about are:

Games (In general, developing games, game theory and cool mechanics)

Pets (grew up with cats and a dog, love them to death)

Horror (Grappling with what makes us human or how i can define myself within that subset if i even fit is always a nice mental workout)

Cooking! (I enjoy trying new recipes and new foods, as it also helps relieve stress and give me the short feeling of joy for creating something)

Coding (spent 6 fuckin years of my life with this bs may as well use it)

Computers in general (I built my own, her name is Samantha, I am not quite sold on linux yet but windows 11 fucking sucks ass and shouldn't exist)

Music (I enjoy singing [to myself that is], Maidcore, Whatever tf the cod zombies easter egg music has going on and just cool and moving pieces that invoke a specific feeling in me.)

Cyberpunk esc things (Mechs, futuristic guns, AI* [not the current slop that exists now], cybernetics and body modifications [MGSV is a huge influence here ironically]

Plushies (there are so many send help or more)

Any specific Hyperfixation i have at the moment {usually something grabs my interest and I will be sucked into it for a week or so}

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Bot accounts, Chasers DNI

Minors, DNI as well, This is a NSFW ish account and I try to go by the ideology of if i cant share a drink with you, I shouldn't be interacting with you in a non-professional manner.

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Games that i play/played include:

Minecraft, Cyberpunk 2077, MGSV, Warframe, Destiny 2, Phasmophobia, ROR2, PD3/PD2, Terraria, Division 2, BTD6, Borderlands 2 and 3, XCOM 2, Titanfall 2, Black ops 1, Black ops 3, Black ops: Cold war zombies, Barotrauma, Barony, Elden ring, Dark souls 3, Crypt of the necrodancer, every main series Pokemon game starting from gen 3, Darkest dungeon, Death Stranding, Deep rock Galactic, Deus ex (HR & MD ) Tales of Berseria, Doom eternal and 2016, Skyrim, Fallout 4, The forest, FTL, Guilty Gear: strive.

(this list is like half of the games i can remember, not ordered in how much i liked them or remember them, but mostly the ones i've played more than 50 hours in)

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Feel free to dm me to talk, or ask me something you'd like to know about me!

It may take a bit to respond but I do lurk in my free free time.

[jasper-book-stash]

March 2024 Reading Wrap Up

I got bronchitis and my period at the same time in March, and then spilled tea on my computer, so March was a very stressful time for me. Regardless, I managed to read 10 books! And honestly, overall, this is one of the better months - the lowest I've ranked a book is 6/10, which is damn good considering the absolute bullshit I usually read.

Religious Text

None applicable.

1/10 - Why Did They Publish This?

None applicable.

2/10 - Trash

None applicable.

3/10 - Meh

None applicable.

4 to 6/10 - Mid-Tier

Tomb Sweeping | Alexandra Chang

I read this book while sick. And boy howdy, did that make it a weird experience. I get what it was going for, but it really wasn't my vibe. It just felt like everything was...unfinished. Which was the point, I suppose, but it was still annoying.

7 to 8/10 - Good With Caveats

What the Bible Really Says about Homosexuality | Daniel A Helminiak

This is a very short book compared to my usual reads, topping at 152 pages. And I appreciate a book that gets straight to the point and analyzes the historical context around various works, particularly religious works. Good job. My only complaint is some editing issues.

Born to Love, Cursed to Feel | Samantha King

This was a poetry collection and was the only other book I read while sick, and boy howdy did I have a time of it. I spent most of the reading just...putting post-it notes in and nodding along to the lines. It was a surprisingly good book, considering I found it in the back alley version of a book store.

Southern Cunning: Folkloric Witchcraft in the American South | Aaron Oberon

Look. This is not a 101 book. It's not a 102 book. It's not even a 201 book. It simply is. And as much as I enjoyed it and enjoyed reading it, the fact that I spent most of my reading time fixing the editing means that I cannot, in good faith, put this any higher than an 8 out of 10. Dear Aaron Oberon, if you ever read this, PLEASE give me access to the original file so I can fix your punctuation and spelling mistakes. Sincerely, a fellow Southerner.

9/10 - Very Very Good

Snow White with the Red Hair, volumes 21-23 | Sorata Akiduki

I am still so fucking feral over this series. I love them so fucking much. I want them all to be happy but I also like seeing their shenanigans. Unfortunately, though we're at 26 published volumes, we've reached the end of the ones in Missouri Evergreen that I may access. I'll either have to wait and hope that someone gets them, or I'll have to bite the bullet and buy them myself.

Not Pounded By Anything: Six Platonic Tales Of Non-Sexual Encounters | Chuck Tingle

This is my first expedition into the erotic Tingleverse after reading some pieces of the horror Tingleverse in Straight and Camp Damascus. And I really, really like this book. It's 77 pages and is such an easy read. Godspeed, you glorious bastard.

10/10 - Unironically Recommend To Everyone

Well, everyone who's into the genre these fall under, at least.

Writing Fiction: A Guide to Narrative Craft, tenth edition | Janet Burroway

I found this in the free section of a bookstore in the middle of nowhere, and let me tell you, it is now marked up one side and down the other with highlighter, because I needed it. There are so many good parts of this book that it's genuinely one I would recommend to people who are trying to figure out why their writing feels flat.

Sacred Gender: Create Trans and Nonbinary Spiritual Connections | Ariana Serpentine

First, I want to congratulate the author on what is possibly the coolest name ever.

Second, if you're an occultist, polytheist, witch, magic practitioner, or in any other way affiliated with things beyond or within mortal ken...get this book. It's making me rethink a lot of my own experiences with my craft and my religion, but in a good way.

[fearsmagazine]

TERRIFIER 3 | Teaser & Poster

Cineverse, in partnership with Bloody Disgusting, unveiled today the online teaser for Terrifier 3.

This development follows the recent announcement that Terrifier 3 will hit theaters nationwide on October 25, 2024.

During the re-release of Terrifier 2 in theaters on November 1, which came in at number 5 in gross box office, fans had the opportunity to catch the Terrifier 3 teaser. The teaser also revealed an intriguing twist—the upcoming installment will be Christmas-themed, adding an extra layer of anticipation for horror enthusiasts. In the third installment of Damien Leone’s breakout horror film, Art the Clown is set to unleash chaos on the unsuspecting residents of Miles County as they peacefully drift off to sleep on Christmas Eve.

The release date of Terrifier 3 is 2 years after its predecessor, Terrifier 2, which was released theatrically on October 6, 2022. The ultra-gory, 138-minute unrated film ravaged theaters during its highly publicized theatrical run, pulling in over $11 Million in domestic box office. During that time, Terrifier 2 found its way to mainstream press with Variety detailing how Terrifier 2 “became this year’s unlikeliest box office success” and how the film “is inspiring horror fiends and skeptics to go to their local cinemas in droves to assess the hype for themselves.” Terrifier 2 became CERTIFIED FRESH by Rotten Tomatoes and the movie even found its way onto Stephen King’s radar with the “IT” author Tweeting that Terrifier 2 is "grossin' you out old-school." The New York Times called Terrifier 2 “the little horror movie that could” while calling it “the most talked about horror movie this Halloween.”

Terrifier 2 marked the next horrifying chapter in the Art the Clown saga; in which the demonic killer, portrayed by David Howard Thornton, returns with a vengeance. Lauren LaVera became a breakout star and fans across the world embraced her as the next Final Girl. Terrifier veteran Samantha Scaffidi reprised her role as Victoria Heyes, and horror icon Felissa Rose (Sleepaway Camp) and professional wrestler Chris Jericho (AEW) made unforgettable cameos that had audiences talking.

Writer/Director Leone said, “Terrifier 2's remarkable success was driven not only by the insatiable appetite for new and thrilling horror icons like Art the Clown but also by its unparalleled theatrical release and marketing, along with its unyielding spirit. In a cinematic landscape where risk-taking is scarce, I will continue to push boundaries in Terrifier 3,and I can’t wait for you to see what’s in store for Art the Clown.”

Set one year after its predecessor, Terrifier 2 continued the gruesome story of Art the Clown and his insatiable thirst for murder. When a sinister force resurrects Art, he is once again upon the unsuspecting residents of Miles County. Back for another Halloween, Art sets his sights on a teenage girl and her little brother, portrayed by LaVera and Elliott Fullam, respectively, delivering a chilling and relentless tale of horror.

Terrifier 2 is developed by Dark Age Cinema and Fuzz on the Lens Productions and features an original score by Paul Wiley. The film is produced by Phil Falcone, Steven Della Salla, Jason Leavy, and Michael Leavy. The list of executive producers includes Cairo Ben Amen II, Joshua Anderson, Steven Caruso, Lisa Falcone, Hank Greenberg, Marcus McGill, Larry Bilello, Steven Barton, and Thomas Smith.

[ravenouscultleader780]

COTL AU(A Tale of Two Lambs/MLP Base Edit)

Hello Cultists! Here's a Small but Pretty Big Reveal Post i made just now to continue my Cult of The Lamb AU(as MLPBaseEdits) with This one being a pretty important fanart/story piece with Two Characters/Lamb OCs i made next to Lamberina & my Narilamb children whom are Lambert & Lamberina's Parents..

So To finally show on this blog for the 2nd time round(first time being my old FT of The Narilamb Family Tree) btw.

Anyways here is the finished fanart below with a whole storyline bio below it to explain how they met, got married and had their 2 baby calfs and sadly both died(being assinated by the bishops genocide of the lambs kind) and with Lambert & his Big Sis Lamberina(new name being Angelique Woolsteed legally changed in the Cult of Misfits(Angel's own cult with her BF being one of the Ex Witnesses of Anura being Zepar)

Here it is in all of it's MS Paint Glory! and yes i did the Background of The Forest of Old Faith myself on Paint(Feel free to like on how i did, feel i did a good job as a bg maker which i'm not used to but am getting the hang of it and liking it better) Anyways here is the full story bio below for Joseph(The Purple Male Lamb) and MaryAnn(The Grey Female Lamb whom has Freckles like Lambert & Dirty Blond Hair which Lamberina/Angelique currently has as her Dyed Mane)

"Once upon a Time in lands of the old faith there lived two lamb lovers named Joesph & MaryAnn Steelwool whom were already happily married as a young couple with them being possibly the last lambs alive during the lamb genocide ordered by the bishops.

Joseph and Mary both were horrified at the sight of their home of DarkWood(Originally Lambert's Birthplace) being destroyed in ruins with many huts burned by torches to the many families of lambs being killed and massacred in horrendous & tragic ways with Joseph and his wife escaping tremendously until.. the most hated bishop being Shamura asking his minions to kill the two lambs with mary leaving their twin babies Lambert & Angelique as orphans left on Ratau's doorstep as their new guardian with their parents being killed and taken into silk cradle by shamura & his sibs to be kept as prizes to their completed massacre.

so now 1000 yrs later in present day Lambert & his Older Sister both have thrived in their own cults with Lambert still missing their deceased parents and honoring them in memory with Angelique doing the same.

and that's the whole story of their Parents and their tragic deaths.. and i bet your noticing a pattern with Shamura here and his "Wrath Tendencies of Killing Species with Both Lambert's own Kind and his Currently Beloved Wife Samantha Bloodsucker's own kind being extinct aswell. so the next chapter for them both Avenging their Species by Reproducing New Life for them both with Samantha agreeing to help her Husband's sadness and grief while Lady D's Species of Axolotls and M3gan's Species of Nightwolves are still existing(but their own Biological Families have been deceased for years)

and that's all i'll post for now with Lambert's Parents which this Fanart is the Last Time i'll draw them and will continue to draw the Backstories of The 6 Spouses(Sammi, Lady D, M3gan, Lucos, Ruri, Toots & Giselle) aka The Spouse Squad very soon with Samantha's being a Whole Webcomic for her and her rival Shamura(being a Betrayed Father Figure type storyline) to the rest being different genres with different topics on how and why they ended up despising the 4 bishops in order : for Sammi (it's a Cozy but Dark Domestic Abuse Storyline) for Lady Dimmi(it's a Noir but Mysterious Love Story) for M3gan(it's a Thriller/Horror Sstoryline) for Lucos(It's a Humorous but Unlikeable Storyline) for Ruri(It's a Fantasy Storyline) for Toots(it's a Musical Storyline) and finally for Giselle(It's a Fairytale Self Discovery Storyline) so as you see all 6 spouses related to marrying Lambert(minus Narinder, The Bishops since it's explainable already in-game aka Our Choices) will include their own Genre like a Movie, Book, Series or even Video Game as their Backstory(ies)

Just wanted to update my blog since on DA i'm taking a break for now until maybe Nov-Dec since i won't be so busy during the holiday seasons or maybe i will who knows.. also about The Spouse Squad Webcomics and when they'll be coming well it'll be pretty soon since Samantha's is First!(hence her being the oldest spouse in game for me!) and since i found a bunch of nice bases to use which the very first part will be released on Oct 4th to be exact!

Hope you all liked this post, have a good weekend bye!

[seikointelli]

To everyone else: Favorite horror movies?

Tod: I have a lot of favorites but we'll settle on I Know What You Did Last Summer.

Terry: I don't really have a favorite but I really like Scream.

Valerie: Horror isn't my thing.

Billy: Sleepaway Camp. I don't know why, I guess its because it was my first horror movie.

Carter: Nightmare on Elm Street 2. I just find it the most entertaining.

Evan: Any of the Friday The 13th movies.

Tim: IT. I like the 1990 version (even though it's technically a mini series but whatever) and the 2017 versions.

Nora: Carrie. I know its basic but its a classic!

Kat: That movie where the dude kills the people on Valentines Day.

Rory: My Bloody Valentine?

Kat: Nobody asked you! But yes, My Bloody Valentine is my favorite.

Rory: Saw. Sure it makes me feel sick at some points but I still like it.

Kat: Your fucking disgusting.

Eugene: Child's Play. Specifically the first 3 and the last 2. Bride and Seed were just bad. (He secretly likes Bride).

Clear: The Blair Witch Project and Paranormal Activity. Those found footage movies are just more interesting to me.

Burke: Freddy vs Jason. I like it but i'm not a huge horror person. I'm more into comedy.

Ashley: Well if we're talking movies from when I was, like, alive, then my fave was Scream. But if we're talking now, I've come to like The Conjuring and the whole, like, universe thingy that comes with it.

Ashlyn: My taste is totally similar to Ashley's Scream was my go to now Spree is my go to. The Conjuring is, like, a little too scary though.

Lewis: Its either Halloween H20 or Tales from the Hood. Both are good but I prefer TFtH a little more.

Erin: I generally like all horror movies but my favorite is House of 1000 Corpses.

Perry: Thir13en Ghost.

Ian: Well if I have to pick a favorite, its going to be House of 1000 Corpses. Me and Erin have a fairly similar taste in movies.

Julie: The Purge. Its a cool concept.

Kevin: Leprechaun. I know it isn't the best movie franchise out there but its enjoyable to me.

Samantha: The Amityville Horror I guess.

Andy: Christine. Its kinda ironic considering I work on cars for a living.

Hunt: Wrong Turn. Something about all the blood and guts just makes me like it a lot.

George: Get Out. I know its stereotypical but I just generally think its a good movie. I also like Trick 'r' Treat.

Janet: Jaws. The sequels get worse and worse but who am I to care?

Lori: Cujo and Child's Play 2.

Candice: Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. Back then I thought it was weird and disgusting and I still do but now I have some appreciation for it.

Olivia: I don't care what Eugene says, Bride of Chucky is great and its a personal favorite of mine. I love Jennifer's Body too.

Dennis: The Babadook or Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I don't have a favorite horror movie.

Peter: Silence of The Lambs.

Molly: I know its basic but you can't go wrong with Scream.

Nathan: Cabin in The Woods. No matter how many times I watch it I don't get bored.

(Can you tell I struggled?)

[panasonicmelons]

horror tale kidnapper stuff (some of them were posted first on the horror tale discord and some memey lol)

can you tell what i like drawing the most

also

help me god

[lostsomewhereinescapism]

Quite an old sketch, but I didn't post it, so

[crazyyapper]

We are the Samlings! Please feed us! (Pick ur favorite Sam plslslslslsllslslslslsl)

Anyways basically it's just Sam's design in my different AUs

[showlaurafaritos]

Case Closed: A True Crime Podcaster’s Rise to Fame—And Fall Into the Unknown

So, I wrote this story, and let me tell you—it’s a wild mix of ambition, true crime, and spooky supernatural vibes. Meet Erin, a struggling true-crime podcaster desperate to go viral in an oversaturated market. Her big break lands in her inbox: a decades-old cold case with cryptic details that scream unsolved mystery. Naturally, Erin dives in headfirst.

What starts as a dream opportunity spirals into a nightmare when the case reveals itself to be tied to a failed supernatural ritual. Cue shadows that stalk her, whispers that never stop, and a terrifying realization that Erin’s ambition has made her the next target of forces far beyond her control.

It’s a cautionary tale wrapped in mystery and gothic vibes. Think Archive 81 meets The X-Files, with a hefty dose of "¿¿¿WTF is happening???" (as per usual). If you’ve ever wondered how far you’d go for success—or what it might cost—this one’s for you.

Click below to read "Case Closed" written by yours truly and do make sure to let me know: would you risk it all for fame??? 👀

"Case Closed" Short fiction by Laura Faritos.

So there I am, mid-sip of my iced matcha latte, feeling smug about the life choices that brought me to this overpriced café, when I get an email that makes me choke, sputter, and spit green tea all over my laptop. A total crime against caffeine and electronics.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I whisper-yell, grabbing a napkin and dabbing at the keyboard like I’m performing some kind of last-ditch tech CPR. Around me, the café falls silent. A toddler gives me the side-eye, his judgment hitting harder than my student loan debt. I flash an awkward smile at the onlookers and turn back to my laptop.

But the email’s still there.

It stares at me, simple and cryptic.

The subject line like a slap to the face:

RE: Case Closed

The body? Even worse:

Hi Erin, I know what happened to Samantha King. Check the archives.

My stomach drops.

The name feels like a ghost reaching across the years to shake me awake.

I’ve buried Samantha King deep—like the town did, like everyone else did.

Yet here she is, resurrected in my inbox.

The email has no sender, no signature. Just the kind of unnerving, throwaway sentence that feels like a grenade tossed into my life. I stare at it, my heart pounding like it’s auditioning for a horror movie soundtrack. The iced matcha isn’t helping.

I lean back in my chair, the wood creaking under my weight like even it’s judging my life choices. “Great,” I mutter under my breath. “I’m either about to solve the biggest cold case of my career or star in my own murder podcast.” Spoiler: not the kind with a happy ending.

The time on my screen reads 2:47 a.m. The golden hour for bad ideas, apparently. My brain screams delete it, forget it, go back to doomscrolling Reddit. But my gut? My gut’s already packing snacks for a long, dangerous trip down memory lane.

The email sticks in my head like a bad pop song, its cryptic words looping in my brain as I park in front of the town archives. The building looks exactly like you’d expect a storage space for forgotten secrets to look: squat, gray, and radiating an aura of you-shouldn’t-be-here. A buzzing neon sign above the entrance flashes “ARCHIVES” like it’s a rundown motel.

I sit in my car for a moment, gripping the steering wheel. “Check the archives,” the email said. As if I have some VIP pass to a treasure trove of answers. Spoiler: I don’t.

🖤

After a deep breath and some serious pep talk about how I won’t end up a ghost story, I head inside. The door creaks as I push it open, announcing my arrival to anyone—or anything—waiting inside. 

The place smells like stale paper and forgotten hopes. Shelves stretch endlessly, weighed down by boxes and files that probably haven’t seen daylight since disco was cool.

Behind a counter sits the archivist, a wiry man in a cardigan that looks like it came with the building. His glasses magnify his squint as he sizes me up.

“Let me guess. “You’re here for Samantha King,” he says.

His voice sounds like a mix of boredom and disdain.

“That obvious?” I shoot back, forcing a smile.

“Or do you get a lot of visitors asking about mysterious emails and unsolved cases?”

He doesn’t laugh. Tough crowd.

“Follow me,” he mutters, shuffling out from behind the counter.

The fluorescent lights overhead flicker ominously as he leads me through the maze of shelves. He stops in front of a battered desk and heaves a cardboard box onto it. Dust blooms into the air like it’s been waiting for this moment.

“Everything we’ve got on Samantha King,” he says, pushing the box toward me. “Good luck.”

“Thanks. And, uh, is there a coffee machine? Or maybe an exorcist on call?”

He snorts—maybe at the joke, maybe at my life choices—and disappears back into the shadows. 

I’m on my own.

The box is heavier than I expect, and the files inside are worse for wear.

Yellowed pages, fraying corners, ink faded to near illegibility.

I start flipping through the contents.

Police reports.

Grainy photos.

Newspaper clippings.

All telling the same incomplete story.

Samantha King. Bright future. Missing after a college party. Case closed due to lack of evidence.

I pause on a photograph.

It’s black-and-white, and Samantha is smiling at the camera.

Something about the picture feels… off? I can’t pinpoint it.

Her eyes are too wide, her smile too sharp.

It’s like she knows something the rest of us don’t—and it’s not good.

As I dig deeper, the air around me feels colder.

I glance at the flickering lights and shiver.

My rational brain tells me it’s just bad wiring, but my gut disagrees.

It feels like the room itself is watching me.

Then I see it.

A note, handwritten in messy scrawl, tucked between two reports.

The paper is brittle, and the ink has bled over time, but the words hit like a slap:

The ritual failed.

King escaped.

They’re looking for another vessel.

My hands shake as I reread the note.

Vessel?

Ritual?

What the hell does that even mean?

I don’t have time to think about it before I feel it: the weight of eyes on me.

I glance over my shoulder.

The room is empty, but the shadows seem deeper, darker, as if they’re stretching toward me.

I shove the papers back into the box and push it away, my heart pounding.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Before I can make a decision, the lights flicker again, and the shadows in the corner of the room shift. Not like they’re moving with the light—but like they’re moving on their own.

“Okay, cool. Cool, cool, cool” I mutter, grabbing my bag and backing toward the door. 

The shadows ripple.

“Uhhh-” I don’t even have enough time to form a thought.

One of the shadows stretches out, reaching across the floor toward me.

“No, thanks!” I swerve out of the way.

There’s no way I’m sticking around to see what happens next.

I sprint out of the archives, the door slamming shut behind me with a final, echoing thud.

🖤

I’m still trying to shake the feeling of those shadows when I get home. The apartment feels smaller somehow, like the walls are leaning in, aware that I’ve brought something back with me.

The box of files sits on the kitchen table, looking far too innocent for what it holds.

Basil, my cat, hops onto the table, sniffing the box with the kind of caution I probably should’ve had before lugging it home.

“Careful, buddy,” I mutter, scratching behind his ears. “This thing might be cursed.”

I laugh at my own joke, but the sound dies in my throat almost instantly.

Curses… Is that what I’m dealing with?

My chest tightens.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, the words barely audible over the oppressive silence of the room.

I pour myself a glass of wine because, let’s be honest, coffee isn’t going to cut it tonight.

The files demand attention, though.

So I sit down, take a deep breath, and start sorting through them again.

Samantha King’s face stares back at me from every angle—smiling in photos, solemn in her yearbook picture, grainy and distorted in the police snapshots from the woods where she vanished. But it’s the handwritten note that keeps pulling me back:

The ritual failed.

King escaped.

They’re looking for another vessel.

What ritual?

What vessel?

And who, or what, are “they”?

The rational part of my brain tries to reason it away. Maybe it’s just some melodramatic nonsense someone scribbled down to mess with people like me. But another part of me—the part that got that email—knows better.

This isn’t random. 

This is connected.

Basil meows, startling me, and I nearly knock the wine over.

He’s perched by the window now, his eyes fixed on something outside.

His fur bristles, and a low growl rises from his throat.

“What is it, Basil?” I whisper, standing and moving to the window.

The street below is quiet, but the shadows seem... wrong.

They’re too dark, too dense, pooling under the streetlights like ink.

For a moment, I swear I see something move—just a flicker, though.

It looked like a person stepping between the pools of light.

I pull the curtains shut and lock the window for good measure.

Basil gives me a look that says, “you’re on your own, lady.”

He hops off to his usual perch.

“Cool,” I mutter. “Good talk.”

The files don’t get any easier to parse.

The photographs are too blurry, the reports too vague.

But then I find something—a name scrawled in the margin of a police report: John Dawson.

The name rings a faint bell.

Dawson was a journalist, the guy who wouldn’t let Samantha King’s case die.

He spent years digging into it—until he disappeared too.

A quick search pulls up a list of his articles, most of them archived on sketchy old websites. They’re the kind of posts that scream “conspiracy theorist,” but the more I read, the more sense they start to make. Dawson wasn’t just looking for Samantha—he was chasing something bigger.

Much bigger.

I click on the last link, and a grainy video starts to play. 

The timestamp says it’s from over a decade ago, and the quality is terrible, but there he is—John Dawson. He’s sitting in what looks like a cluttered office, his face pale, his eyes darting toward the door like he’s expecting someone to barge in.

“This is for the record,”

He says, his voice low and shaking. 

“If you’re watching this, you know about Samantha King. But it’s not just her. There are others. And… it’s not human.”

My stomach drops.

Dawson leans closer to the camera.

“If you dig too deep... They’ll find you. And when they do... There’s no escaping.”

The screen cuts to static.

I sit frozen, my breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a scream. Basil jumps onto the table, his tail flicking in irritation at my obvious distress.

“Fantastic. Fan-fucking-tastic” I mutter, grinding my teeth as I rake my hand through my hair.

“So I’m not just dealing with a cold case. I’m dealing with… what? Ghosts? Demons? Aliens?”

Basil looks at me with wide eyes practically dripping with judgment.

He meows sharply, then turns and struts away like he’s above all this.

“Fair enough,” I say, throwing up my hands. “Can’t argue with that.”

I shrug it off—at least, I pretend to.

My stomach churns as I replay Dawson’s words in my head: 

“If you dig too deep, they’ll find you.”

Too late for that, isn’t it?

Fuck.

As much as I’d like to forget this whole mess, it’s clear I’m knees deep in this shit.

Why couldn’t I listen to my mom and choose a normal person’s career?

Why did I have to go into true-crime podcasting, of all things?

To think that in a separate timeline, the me from that universe is some… accountant, living the most stable life without shadows trying to swallow her alive.

Ah, to be that version of me…

I glance back at the files on the table, and for the first time, I wonder if I should’ve left this whole thing alone. But the feeling doesn’t last. Because if they’re looking for someone—something—what happens if I don’t stop them?

The next morning, my apartment feels like a tomb.

I’ve barely slept.

Dawson’s warning loops in my brain.

All I hear is a blend of the whispers from the video and the grainy image of Samantha King. 

I can’t stop thinking.

It’s like my brain is on overdrive.

My laptop.

The files.

The scattered pages of notes.

They all feel like relics of a mistake I can’t undo.

But I’m not easily intimidated.

I’m not one to back down.

Even when my gut tells me I should.

I grab a hoodie, tuck the most relevant files into my bag, and head out.

🖤

The sun is just beginning to rise, casting everything in this hazy golden light that would be beautiful if I wasn’t currently planning a descent into madness. I’ve got one destination in mind: the library archives. If there’s anything Dawson missed, anything Samantha’s files didn’t reveal, that’s where I’ll find it.

The library is quiet.

Almost eerily so.

The fluorescent lights flicker, and the air has that distinct dusty smell of old books and forgotten secrets. The archivist barely glances at me as I sign in and make my way to the basement.

Because, of course, the archives are in the basement.

Where else would they keep the records of every bad thing that’s ever happened in this town?

The air down here feels colder, heavier, and my breath fogs up a little as I step through the rows of filing cabinets. Each drawer is marked with faded labels—names, dates, places. My fingers trail along the metal, stopping at the section marked “K.”

I find Samantha King’s drawer easily enough. It’s locked, but the archivist had handed me the key earlier with a shrug, like she didn’t expect me to find anything useful. The drawer creaks open, revealing folders crammed with papers, most of them brittle with age.

And there it is: a single envelope marked King, Samantha in bold black letters.

I pull it out carefully, my hands shaking just enough to make me hate myself for being so obvious. Inside, there are newspaper clippings, police reports, and a few photographs—most of which I’ve already seen in the box I took home.

But there’s something new, too: a handwritten note tucked between the pages.

The handwriting is messy, almost frantic, and the paper is crumpled, like whoever wrote it couldn’t decide whether to keep it or toss it.

The words are simple, but they send a chill down my spine:

They failed the ritual. But the vessel is still out there.

I read it three times, the meaning sinking in like a stone.

The ritual. The vessel. They’re looking for someone—or something.

And Samantha wasn’t it.

A faint creak echoes through the room, and I freeze.

It’s probably just the building settling, but my instincts are screaming at me to run.

Slowly, I glance over my shoulder, expecting to see nothing but rows of shelves.

Except there’s something else.

A shadow—tall, distorted, and just wrong.

It flickers at the edge of the dim light, like it’s struggling to take shape.

My pulse rockets into overdrive as I shove the envelope into my bag and slam the drawer shut.

The shadow shifts, moving closer.

“Not today, Satan” I whisper, forcing my feet to move. “Not today.”

My sneakers squeak against the floor as I break into a sprint.

I look back and the shadow is trailing just behind me.

Goddamn it! 

My breath is ragged, and every step feels like it’s taking me deeper into a nightmare.

I burst through the door to the stairwell and slam it shut, leaning against it as I catch my breath. 

The air here feels lighter, but my heart is still pounding like a drum.

“What the hell was that?” I whisper to myself.

Whatever it was, it’s gone.

For now, at least.

But the note in my bag burns like a brand, a reminder that this isn’t over.

And I’m not sure I want to know what happens when it is.

By the time I make it back to my apartment, the sun is high in the sky, but it does nothing to cut through the chill that’s settled in my chest. The bag with Samantha’s file feels heavier than it should, like it’s soaked in everything I just experienced in the archives. My cat, Basil, is perched on the armrest of the couch, watching me with his usual mix of disdain and mild curiosity.

“Hey, Basil,” I mutter, dropping the bag on the coffee table and collapsing onto the couch.

He flicks his tail once, unimpressed as per usual.

I sit there for a moment, staring at the bag like it might sprout teeth and bite me.

Finally, I reach for my phone and pull up Dawson’s number.

If anyone knows what the hell that shadow was, it’s him.

The call connects after a few rings.

Dawson’s voice comes through, sharp and clipped. “Did you get it?”

I lean back against the cushions. “Yes, I did. And I’d like to formally request a refund for the trauma I endured in the process.”

Pause. “What happened?”

“What happened?” I echo, my voice rising. “Oh, nothing much. Just a little shadow monster chasing me through the archives. Totally normal Tuesday.”

“Shadow?” His voice drops, suddenly serious. “Did it touch you?”

The question catches me off guard.

“What? No. I mean, it— it tried. It did get close to me, but I ran before it touched me—why?”

He exhales sharply. “Good. That’s good.”

I sit up straighter, my grip on the phone tightening. “Dawson, what the hell is going on? What was that thing? And what the hell do you mean that it’s good it didn’t touch me?”

“It’s complicated,” he says, which is the least helpful thing anyone has ever said to me.

“Try me.” I said, getting increasingly annoyed.

Another pause, longer this time.

When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost a whisper.

“It’s not just a shadow. It’s… part of them. The ones who failed the ritual. They’re still looking for a vessel, and they’ll do whatever it takes to find one.”

The words land like a punch to the gut. “A vessel for what?”

“For whatever they were trying to summon,” he says.

“Something ancient. Something that doesn’t belong in this world.”

My mind reels, trying to make sense of it all. “And Samantha? What happened to her?”

“She got away,” Dawson says. “But they didn’t stop looking. They won’t stop.”

I close my eyes, the weight of his words pressing down on me. 

“So what now? Do I just… wait for them to come after me?”

“No,” he says firmly. “You keep moving. You stay ahead of them. And you don’t look back.”

The line goes dead before I can respond.

I stare at the phone, my heart pounding in my chest.

Basil lets out a soft meow, and I glance over at him.

“Well, Basil,” I say, my voice shaky. “Looks like we’re on the run.”

He blinks at me, completely unimpressed.

I wish I had his confidence.

By the time night falls, I’ve turned my apartment into what can only be described as a paranoid survival bunker. The blinds are drawn, every light is on, and my laptop sits open on the coffee table, glowing like a beacon. Basil has taken up residence on the couch, curled into a judgmental ball, watching me with half-lidded eyes.

I pace the room, the weight of Dawson’s words still ringing in my ears.

Stay ahead of them.

Don’t look back.

Great advice.

Except for the part where I have no idea how to stay ahead of something I can’t even see.

My phone buzzes on the coffee table, and I nearly jump out of my skin.

The caller ID reads Unknown Number.

For a second, I consider letting it go to voicemail.

But curiosity—or maybe stupidity—wins out, and I answer.

“Hello?”

“Miss King.” The voice on the other end is smooth, deliberate, and dripping with condescension. “Or should I say, Miss Podcaster?”

My blood turns to ice. “Who is this?”

“That’s not the important question.” The voice is calm, like they’re discussing the weather.

“The important question is: how much are you willing to risk for the truth?”

My grip on the phone tightens. “I’m not scared of you.”

The laugh that follows is low and cold, and it makes my stomach churn. “Oh, I think you are. But don’t worry, fear is a natural response. It means you’re starting to understand.”

“Understand what?”

“That you’re in over your head,” they say. “That you should have left this alone.”

My pulse quickens, but I force myself to stay calm.

“If you’re trying to scare me, you’re gonna have to do better than cryptic threats over the phone.”

“Oh, this isn’t a threat,” the voice says, almost amused.

“This is an invitation.”

The line goes dead before I can respond.

I stare at the phone, my heart racing.

An invitation?

To what?

A trap?

A final showdown?

I glance at Basil, who stretches lazily, completely unbothered by this escalating nightmare.

“Okay, Basil,” I mutter, pacing the room again. “We need a plan.”

The file from the archives is still spread out on the coffee table, the photographs and reports staring back at me like they have all the answers I need. I sift through them, my fingers trembling as I pull out the police report from Samantha King’s case.

The ritual failed.

King escaped.

They’re looking for another vessel.

The words are a punch to the gut.

They’ve been looking for decades, and now they’ve found me.

My chest tightens, and I slam the report onto the table.

“No,” I say aloud, as if defying the universe itself. “They don’t get to win.”

I grab my notebook and start scribbling furiously.

Every connection, every lead, every clue Dawson mentioned—it’s all going down.

If I’m going to stay ahead of them, I need to know what I’m dealing with.

The symbols in the photographs.

The shadows.

The whispers.

It all ties back to the clearing, to the ritual.

If I want answers, I have to go back to where it all started.

Basil lifts his head, his green eyes narrowing as if to say, “bitch, are you sure about this?”

No, I’m not. But since when has that stopped me?

I glance at the clock.

Midnight.

The witching hour.

Perfect timing.

If they want me to stop looking, they’re going to have to try harder.

Grabbing my keys and the folder, I head for the door.

Basil meows after me, his tail twitching in irritation.

“Hold down the fort, okay? I’ll see you soon” I say, and with that, I step into the night.

🖤

The forest is a wall of darkness, the trees crowding together like they’re conspiring against me. My flashlight cuts through the black, but it only illuminates a small circle of ground ahead. Each step crunches on leaves and twigs, and the sound feels unbearably loud in the suffocating quiet.

“So here I am,” I mutter under my breath, my voice trembling, “hiking into the woods alone like every idiot in a horror movie. A+ survival instincts, Erin.”

The path grows narrower the farther I go, the air colder. It feels wrong, like the forest itself doesn’t want me here. My flashlight flickers, and my heart skips a beat. “Not now,” I whisper, smacking it against my palm. It steadies, but the unease in my chest only grows.

The clearing looms ahead, a circle of unnatural stillness in the middle of the tangled trees. The ground is bare, the grass scorched in places, as if the earth itself had been wounded. My flashlight sweeps over the space, landing on the stones arranged in a perfect circle. The symbols carved into them glow faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat.

My pulse quickens.

This is it.

This is where it happened.

Where Samantha King vanished.

Where the shadows began.

I take a step forward, my breath visible in the frigid air. The whispers start softly at first, a low murmur that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“Let her see.”

I freeze, the words slicing through the silence like a knife.

My flashlight flickers again, the beam sputtering as the shadows at the edge of the clearing seem to stretch and shift.

“Okay, Erin,” I mutter, trying to steady my breathing.

“You’ve got this. You’re the queen of bad decisions, remember?”

The folder is clutched to my chest, the edges digging into my fingers. I drop to my knees and spread its contents on the ground, the photographs and reports glowing faintly in the moonlight. My eyes dart between the symbols in the pictures and the ones carved into the stones.

They match.

Perfectly.

The whispers grow louder, overlapping, their tones sharp and insistent.

I can’t understand the words, but they burrow into my mind, clawing at my thoughts.

My flashlight dies completely, plunging the clearing into darkness.

“Crap,” I hiss, fumbling for my phone.

The glow of the screen is weak, but it’s enough to see the shadows closing in.

They writhe and twist, their shapes unnatural.

It’s like something trying to mimic human movement but failing.

“Let her see,” the voices chant, louder now, more insistent.

My hands shake as I grab the photograph of Samantha King, holding it up like a shield.

“What do you want?” I shout, my voice cracking. “Why me?”

The shadows pause, their movement stuttering, and for a moment, the clearing is deathly silent.

Then, a figure steps forward.

It’s tall. 

Impossibly so.

Its form stretched and distorted like a shadow cast by a broken light.

Its face—or where a face should be—is a smooth void.

And yet I can feel it watching me.

“Erin,” it says, the voice low and guttural, layered with too many tones. “You’ve come so far.”

“Stay back,” I say, my voice trembling.

The knife in my pocket feels like a toy against this thing.

The figure tilts its head, almost amused.

“You wanted the truth,” it says, its voice echoing in my mind. “Now you must bear it.”

The ground beneath me shifts, the symbols flaring to life with blinding light.

My body locks up, my limbs heavy and unresponsive.

The photographs scatter in the wind, and the whispers rise to a deafening roar.

“No!” I scream, but the light swallows me whole.

I’m falling.

Not through space, but… through memory, through time.

Samantha’s face flashes before me, her wide smile too sharp, too knowing. The clearing twists, warps, and suddenly I’m in her place, standing in the circle as robed figures chanting at me. 

“Let her see,” they cry, their voices rising to a fever pitch.

And then—silence.

I’m back in the clearing, sprawled on the cold, hard ground.

My chest heaves, my body trembling.

The shadows are gone.

The air is still.

The stones are dark now.

Their symbols extinguished.

But the silence feels heavier.

Like the forest itself is holding its breath.

Then I see it.

The photograph of Samantha lies next to me, her face burned away, the edges still smoldering.

Beside it, a new photograph emerges, its surface curling up from a pile of ash.

It’s not one I’ve ever taken, but it’s unmistakably me.

My face is burned away, just like hers.

In its place, scrawled in jagged, blackened letters, are two words:

“Case Closed.”

THE END.

If you’ve made it to the end, thank you for taking this eerie journey with me! 🖤 Writing “Case Closed” was both thrilling and reflective—exploring Erin’s ambition and how it blinds her to the dangers around her was a wild ride. The real question I wanted to ask with this story is: how far would you go to achieve success, and at what cost???

True crime isn’t just entertainment—it’s a lens through which we see ambition, exploitation, and sometimes even our own curiosity. Erin’s story is a cautionary tale about chasing viral fame at any price and the forces (human and supernatural) that can exploit our hunger for success. If you love eerie vibes and moral dilemmas, I hope this story resonates with you. Let’s chat in the comments—what would you do if you were Erin????? What scares you most about her journey???

And for those of you who enjoy these spooky vibes, don’t worry—the fun doesn’t stop here. I’ve got a Haunted Comedians podcast series coming soon, featuring real-life paranormal stories from comedians (yes, you read that right—funny people with actual ghost stories). Plus, the Haunted Comedians live show is happening on January 31st in Toronto. It would mean the world to me to see a room full of funny, spooky, likely neurodivergent, and queer folks coming together to share some laughs and chills.

🎟️ Tickets: hauntedcomedians.eventbrite.ca

Thank you for supporting this little corner of spooky creativity!!! I can’t wait to bring you more!!!

Tchau tchau 🖤

[justapillowpetpanda]

Horror Roundup: Terrifier 3, SCREAMBOX in May & More!

Welcome, weirdos to the BrittNic Creations’ Horror Roundup! Today, I’ve brought you some news and updates from the horror realm. The topics could include new clips from an upcoming horror film*, gothic artwork, indie games, and much more! There’s a mixture of horror goodies for everyone in the Horror Roundup. This will always be a random post. I like to think that life and horror aren’t any fun without some absurdity included in them. Now, let’s get to the fun part!

SCREAMBOX May Streaming Lineup

SCREAMBOX has revealed new films are joining the horror streaming service in May, including Life of Belle, México Bárbaro II, and Death 4 Told. Journey south of the border with México Bárbaro II on SCREAMBOX May 10. Michelle Garza Cervera (Huesera: The Bone Woman) and Diego Cohen (Mark of the Devil) are among the anthology's nine filmmakers exploring Mexico's most horrific traditions and legends.

One body, two heads, and 6,000 teeth take a bite out of SCREAMBOX in 2-Headed Shark Attack on May 10. Carmen Electra (Scary Movie), Charlie O'Connell (The Bachelor), and Brooke Hogan (Hogan Knows Best) star in the campy creature feature.

Enjoy four wicked tales of terror in Death 4 Told on SCREAMBOX May 10. The 2004 indie horror anthology features Margot Kidder (Black Christmas), Tom Savini (Dawn of the Dead), Alicia Goranson (Roseanne), Rich Sommer (Mad Men), and Lily Pilblad (Fringe).

Drawing comparisons to Paranormal Activity and Skinamarink, Life of Belle haunts SCREAMBOX on May 17. The found footage film attempts to piece together the mysterious disappearance of a young girl. Other May highlights include: Old Habits Die Hard, starring horror icon Kane Hodder (Friday the 13th franchise); Russian psychological horror The Bride; Harlow’s Haunt, featuring The Texas Chain Saw Massacre's John Dugan; Japanese oddity Occult Bolshevism; and furry slasher Lone Wolf.

'Terrifier 3' Premiere Date Changed

Cineverse, an innovative streaming technology and entertainment company, and Bloody Disgusting, its horror division, have today announced that the Terrifier 3 is now slated for an October 11th premiere this year. This moves the release date up two weeks, giving fans even more time to get into the holiday spirit –and make sure their stomachs are fully settled in time for any year-end family gatherings and dinners.

Courtesy of Cineverse and Bloody Disgusting In Terrifier 3, from filmmakers Damien Leone and Phil Falcone, Art the Clown (David Howard Thornton) is set to unleash another round of chaos on the unsuspecting residents of Miles County as they peacefully drift off to sleep on Christmas Eve. Returning cast includes Lauren LaVera (Sienna), Samantha Scaffidi (Victoria Heyes), Elliot Fullam (Jonathan Shaw) and AEW superstar Chris Jericho (Burke), with Daniel Roebuck set to debut as Santa Claus. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHxJMJOH54w "We're so excited to bring the next Terrifier to theaters this fall just in time for the Halloween season," said franchise producer Phil Falcone. "Terrifier 3 will deliver everything the fans expect and more with Art the Clown taking things to the next level. We can't thank our fans enough for their support and for making us believe we've made something truly special." "I knew the second I saw Terrifier 2 that it would be a generational horror film and was ecstatic when horror fans showed up to experience the movie in theaters making it one of the biggest indie horror successes of all time," added Brad Miska, VP, Bloody Disgusting for Cineverse. "With Terrifier 3, Damien Leone and Phil Falcone have handcrafted a theatrical experience like no other that will shock the hell out of audiences this fall. Art the Clown will slay October once again." https://twitter.com/damienleone/status/1777443451983863865 Written and directed by Leone, Terrifier 3 comes courtesy of Dark Age Cinema Productions. Phil Falcone Produces with Lisa Falcone acting as Executive Producer. Co-producers include Michael Leavy, Jason Leavy, George Steuber, and Steve Della Salla. Brad Miska, Brandon Hill, and Erick Opeka Executive Produce for Cineverse. Matthew Helderman and Luke Taylor also Executive Produce. Following the theatrical run, Cineverse plans to release the film across all platforms, including its SCREAMBOX horror streaming service.

Horror Books & Graphic Novels To Look Out For!

Bram Stoker Award nominee and critically acclaimed Black horror writer Johnny Compton returns with his eagerly anticipated sophomore novel Devils Kill Devils (on-sale Sep. 24, 2024) where monsters walk among us and in their wake lay shredded limbs, vengeful ambitions, and age-old prophecies edging ever-closer to reality. A Southern gothic horror set in the sticky Texas heat, Devils Kill Devils follows one brave woman in her pulse-pounding race against the hordes of hell. Compton’s Devils Kill Devils is infused with the dark corners and breathless urgency of Silvia Moreno-Garcia's Certain Dark Things. Through the steeled, steady courage of Sarita Bardales, this layered and terrifying tale reveals the blurred lines between angels and demons—and the pain of being caught in their crossfire.

Bestselling and #HorrorBookTok-favorite author Nick Cutter, THE QUEEN (on sale October 2) is a creeping, crawling horror that follows a young woman searching for answers around her friend’s disappearance and uncovering secrets beyond her wildest nightmares along the way. When Margaret Carpenter’s best friend, Charity Atwater, goes missing after a party, she believes her to be dead until an iPhone appears at her doorstep pinging with texts and clues from the missing girl. In a twisted scavenger hunt over one feverish day, Margaret follows Charity’s increasingly frantic breadcrumbs through their high school, under the city, and into the orbit of Rudyard Crate—a terrifying tech titan dedicating his billions to depraved gene-mutation experiments.

This fall, Ten Speed Graphic will launch a supernatural mystery series by acclaimed comics creator Tri Vuong: The Strange Tales of Oscar Zahn: Volume One (on sale September 10th, 2024). Adapted into a graphic novel from the fan-favorite Webtoon series, The Strange Tales of Oscar Zahn is beautifully illustrated and features extended artwork and an expanded storyline. Oscar Zahn is just like any other paranormal investigator—he’s working hard to make the world a better place, one exorcism at a time. So what if he’s just a floating skull wearing a trench coat? He’s still got a heart of gold! The Strange Tales of Oscar Zahn: Volume One introduces readers to Oscar and his mysterious assistant Agnes as they embark on a frightening yet heartwarming journey across ethereal realms, rescuing lost souls and solving creepy mysteries. Yet the more mysteries Oscar solves, the clearer it becomes that there's a greater game afoot, one that involves his own forgotten origin story.

'The Boys' Season 4 Trailer

Credit: Amazon MGM Studios The Boys will premiere its fourth season on June 13, 2024, with three episodes, followed by a new episode each week, ending with the epic season finale on Thursday, July 18. The eight-episode season will stream exclusively on Prime Video in more than 240 countries and territories worldwide. In Season Four, the world is on the brink. Victoria Neuman is closer than ever to the Oval Office and under the muscly thumb of Homelander, who is consolidating his power. Butcher, with only months to live, has lost Becca’s son and his job as The Boys’ leader. The rest of the team are fed up with his lies. With the stakes higher than ever, they have to find a way to work together and save the world before it’s too late. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzFXDvC-EwM The Boys stars Karl Urban, Jack Quaid, Antony Starr, Erin Moriarty, Jessie T. Usher, Laz Alonso, Chace Crawford, Tomer Capone, Karen Fukuhara, Colby Minifie, Claudia Doumit, and Cameron Crovetti. Season Four will welcome Susan Heyward, Valorie Curry, and Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

Credit: Amazon MGM Studios The Boys is based on The New York Times best-selling comic by Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson, who also serve as executive producers, and developed by executive producer and showrunner Eric Kripke. Seth Rogen, Evan Goldberg, James Weaver, Neal H. Moritz, Pavun Shetty, Phil Sgriccia, Michaela Starr, Paul Grellong, David Reed, Meredith Glynn, Judalina Neira, Ken F. Levin, and Jason Netter also serve as executive producers. The Boys is produced by Sony Pictures Television, Amazon MGM Studios with Kripke Enterprises, Original Film, and Point Grey Pictures. Read the full article