#run of the mill horror movie ghosts?

[technicolorxsn]

most of the way through hill house and im wondering how a standard horror show was made out of it?

[shay-the-writer]

October Writing Prompts

After the repeated fails of the last several months, what possesses me to make this month's prompt thing ... fuck if I know. But, let's go with it. It's a long one.

The prompts are both Halloween and Autumn-themed.

Playing a game of Trick or Treat. It's a bit like Truth or Dare with the Trick being like Dare. The type of story rating is up to you.

Trick-or-Treating with the kid(s). Nice, wholesome content.

Costume Party.

Going to a haunted house (a real one or a set up). <> Person A says haunted houses don't scare them but they end up freaking out at every turn and Person B holds onto them.

Raking up leaves and having fun in them.

A trip to the cider mill/apple orchard, pumpkin patch, Fall Festival. Apple-picking, cider and donuts, hay bale rides, hay bale/cornstalk mazes.

Hay bale/cornstalk maze adventure. (family event / Horror-themed and set at night / a couple getting lost [intentional or not] and taking advantage of a dead end or secluded spot).

Carving/painting pumpkins.

Pumpkin Spice food/beverage items. Person A loves it. Person B hates it with a passion.

Taking a walk through the park where the air is crisp but not too cold, it's cloudy but a bit of sun peeks out and makes the color of the leaves stand out. Leaves are falling around them, and the ones on the ground make a rustling/crunching sound when they walk over them.

The smell of cinnamon. This is usually a Christmas thing for me, but some places I've been to recently have had cinnamon-scented things in their fall decor, so I guess it works here, too.

Halloween night always seems to bring out the crazies. This one is probably crime show-specific.

Person A decided to take a walk with Person B, thinking it wasn't too cold outside to wear a coat, but Person B notices A is looking cold and gives them their coat because B planned ahead with their wardrobe.

INSPIRED-THE-PLOT: Adaptation of Washington Irving's Legend of Sleepy Hollow. (this story freaks me out, even a kids book I once had, with innocent kid-friendly illustrations, scared the crap out of me.)

INSPIRED-THE-PLOT: Surviving scary moments/disasters together. Alien invasions/attacks (Independence Day), natural disasters like tornadoes/volcanoes/earthquakes/etc. (Twister/Dante's Peak/etc.), dinosaurs run amok (Jurassic Park/World), or something supernatural (ghosts, demons, vampires), or psycho maniac serial killers.

Relationships between a human and a: Alien, Monster, Warlock, Witch, Sorcerer/Sorceress, Vampire, Ghost, Werewolf (or any animal-specific shapeshifter), Demon, Devil/Satan, Dark Creature (Fae, Imp, etc.).

Relationships between: Aliens, Monsters, Warlocks, Witches, Sorcerers/Sorceresses, Vampires, Ghosts, Werewolves/Animal Shapeshifters, Demons, Dark Creatures, a demon/devil/Satan with an angel/a God or Goddess.

MOVIE QUOTES

These are random and not necessarily Halloween-themed, but when put into a Halloween context, gives them a whole new meaning.

Rapunzel: Do you have magic hair? / Vanellope: No. (Ralph Breaks the Internet)

Principal Carol Newman: I want you to look into my eyes. What do you see? / Student: It's dark ... and it's cold. (The Santa Clause 2)

Lilly: Satan has finally left my body. (Pitch Perfect 3)

Billy Butcherson: Go to Hell! / Winifred Sanderson: Oh! I've been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely. (Hocus Pocus)

Gordo: Wow, evil and smart. / Kate: Embrace it. Fear it. (The Lizzie McGuire Movie)

Dorothy Gale: How can you talk if you haven't got a brain? (The Wizard of Oz)

Patty Tolan: Okay, room full of nightmares. (Ghostbusters [2016])

A.J. MacInerney: I feel a nightmare coming on. (The American President)

Sophie Piper: It's the bad thing. (Halloweentown)

Olaf: Hands down, this is the best day of my life, [he begins to melt] and, quite possibly, the last. (Frozen)

Olaf: Oh, look at that. I've been impaled. (Frozen)

TV QUOTES

Like the movie quotes, these ones change meaning when put in a Halloween-context.

Regina Mills: She got sucked up by a vortex of evil. (Once Upon a Time)

Chilli Heeler: (after Bluey and Bingo's fight led to a broken gnome) This is what happens when you're unhappy with what you've got. Someone's husband [the gnome] eventually gets it! [killed] (Bluey)

Gnome: Hee-hee-hee. I'm flammable! (Big City Greens)

Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold: To the end of the world. (Once Upon a Time)

Spike: If you tell anyone we had this conversation, I'll bite you. (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

John Munch: (while playing a video game) Damn it, I died. (Law & Order: SVU)

Princess Anna: What a funny-looking world. / Queen Elsa: Right?! (Once Upon a Time)

Lorelai Gilmore: That's the last time I buy anything just because it's furry. (Gilmore Girls)

Cyber Knight: Respawn, you fool! Respawn! (Big City Greens)

Bluey Heeler: He was not a funny clown. (Bluey)

Olivia Benson: It could use a splash of color. [Elliot Stabler points to a painting with blood on it] Blood red wasn't what I had in mind. (Law & Order: SVU)

Alice Green: Oh, an ominous message written in red liquid. (Big City Greens)

Vicki Nelson: Well, unless you have a demon GPS around here somewhere, this is all we have. (Blood Ties)

Vicki Nelson: You actually have a demon GPS? (Blood Ties)

Tilly Green: I have seen danger. And, I love it. (Big City Greens)

Casey Novak: I've had this nightmare before, only I was naked. (Law & Order: SVU)

Melinda Warner: If you bite me, I'll hurt you. (Law & Order: SVU)

Oz: (about a zombie cat) It looks dead. It smells dead. Yet, it's moving around ... That's interesting. (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Angela Montenegro: Things in a toilet bowl should not move. (Bones)

Raymond Ettinger [guest character]: I can't find my head. (Law & Order: SVU)

Fin Tutuola: Your heart's bleeding all over my shoes. (Law & Order: SVU)

Fin Tutuola: I don't see a cat. / John Munch: They're freaky little creatures. They lurk. (Law & Order: SVU)

Rafael Barba: Cue the apocalypse. (Law & Order: SVU)

Weezy: Cryptids give me the creep-tids. (Big City Greens)

C.C. Babcock: Good God, it's multiplying. (The Nanny)

Alice Green: Go back from whence you came, Prince of Darkness! The girl's soul is mine! (Big City Greens)

Karen Walker: I'm not good or real. I'm evil and imaginary. (Will & Grace)

John Munch: Oh, there you are, you demonic little furball. (Law & Order: SVU)

Kate O'Brien: Well, that takes care of the heebies, but I still got the jeebies. (The Drew Carey Show)

Peter Griffin: (during a Brit cut-away) Oh, dear ... I've spontaneously combusted. (Family Guy)

Dorothy Zbornak: (to Sophia) You're a furry little gnome and we feed you too much. (The Golden Girls)

Yakko Warner: Wait, you're forgetting something. / Umlatt: What? / Yakko Warrner: Well, being an evil villain, you are contractually required to explain your plan before you get rid of us. (Animaniacs)

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Halloween Requests Open

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REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN for anything related to AUTUMN and HALLOWEEN! Please read this entire post for complete information, and if you're new, please take a look at my Masterlist.

This is my general theme and what I expect to cover this season, however, feel free to send in absolutely anything! I will definitely deviate from the regularly scheduled program if I like an idea. More info and prompt lists below.

Monster Monday - Zombies, Cryptids, Mummies, Dragons, Beasties, and any Monsters not covered by another category ☠️🎃🧟‍♂️

Transfusion Tuesday - Vampires 🌙🧛🏻🌙

Werewolf Wednesday - Werewolves 🌕🐺🌕

†hursday - Demons, Devils, Exorcists, Possession, and any related themes 🔥😈🔥

Phantasm Friday - Ghosts, Ghouls, Specters, and everything else that goes bump in the night 👻🪦☠️

I Put A Spell On You Saturday - Witches, Magicians, Spells, Rituals, Occultism, and anything similar ✨🐈‍⬛✨

Sunday, Bloody Sunday - Murder, Mayhem, Slashers, Cannibals, and Serial Killers 🪓☣️🔪

I’m only writing for Mills, Flip, Jacques, and Kylo for big oneshots. I will do HC’s for anyone I have ever written for. I am open to shorter ideas for Clyde and Henry, although full disclosure, they interest me a lot less these days, so any idea would have to really pique my interest. I have a strong preference for horror, adventure, and AU's.

This is an Adults Only event. My content is not for minors, or people who are easily triggered or offended. I write mature content intended for a mature audience only.

My Official Lineup will be announced October 1.

Here are Halloween fics from previous years.

Halloween Fic Recap 2022

Halloween Fic Recap 2021

Halloween Fic Recap 2020

This is my favorite time of the year! As far as I’m concerned, Halloween runs from September 1 - November 15, if not longer! I currently have a big fic to finish up that should be done soon, but nothing else slated fic wise. After that, it’s full steam ahead for anything and everything related to Autumn and Halloween. I generally put aside other non-fic writing projects during this time to focus on Halloween content.

For the week of Halloween, October 25 - October 31, I intend to post a big daily oneshot. My stories generally range in size from 5k to 25k, and some are even more! Look for a mix of horror, humor, romance, and adventure! Everything will contain adult themes and mature content. There may be other writing throughout this time too. The quantity of stories I post depends on the length of them. In the past, I have posted a lot of shorter things, but I’ve gotten more into writing longer stories now. The last few years, I have averaged over 100k words for Halloween and Autumn content!

Please send me requests, ideas, thoughts, HCs, anything you like! I’ll pick my favorites or, very likely, a combination of a few different ideas, and I’ll write a oneshot that includes everything I can fit in. Feel free to send in multiple ideas or requests! The more ideas to choose from, the better! All AU concepts, time periods, etc are welcome. Anything is fair game. This is generally the only time of year I open requests anymore, so get them in if you ever want to. Requests will be open from now until Halloween. However, because I tend to write longer stories, the sooner an idea comes it, the more likely I am to use it.

Below the cut are some of my favorite prompt lists, but do not feel bound by them. If you do include a prompt in your request, copy and paste the prompt itself because I hate chasing them down on lists.

Edgar Allen Poe Prompts

Ballroom Prompts

Eerie Prompts

Halloween Themed Prompts

Things to do in October

Autumn Aesthetic Starters

Terrible First Meeting Starters

Magic Starters

Spooky Aesthetic Ideas

Spooky Alphabet

Sexual Tension Prompts

Spicy Prompts

XXX Prompts

Pirate Prompts

Battle Prompts

Bad Reputation Prompts

Fighting Prompts

Attacked Starters

Witch trial Prompts

Horror Movie Starters

Stupid Things to do in a Horror Movie

Horrorland Prompts

Tarot Prompts

October Writing Challenge

General Prompt Masterlist

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[scary-movies-on-netflix]

IMPOSSIBLE HORROR (2017)

This was a super low budget movie, a “micro” budget as some might say.  Some productions in this situation lean into the budget, offering a winking meta commentary on the limited funds.  This movie, “Impossible Horror,” doesn’t do that.  It simply does what it can with what little it has. 

We start with Lily, a young woman with insomnia.  Her apartment is haunted.  She aspires to live a creative life.  She goes for a walk one night and hears a mysterious scream!  She begins to go for night walks and encounters another young woman, Hannah.  There are also strange hoodie people.  Each night, after the scream, they find a random object where the scream originated.  One night there is a typewriter, but the hoodie people take it first.  Hannah fights them in a rather neat, low budget, fight.

Lily decides to make a movie of their adventures.  She films them with her smart phone.  One night the scream leads them to a buried journal, which she hides from Hannah.  Lily reads the journal, which is by Amber, Hannah’s former girlfriend, who killed herself and now haunts Lily’s apartment!  Turns out, Amber and other people were also hunting the scream, all for their own purposes, but each of the people ended up killing themselves.

They visit one dude who did not succeed in killing himself.  Lily goes to talk to him, and he tries to munch of her feet.  She grapples with a sheet before Hannah pulls her free.  Lily then cuts herself and enters a crazed state.  The scream leads them to a buried notebook, inside of which are Polaroid-style photographs of people who were hunting the scream, including Lily!  There is an extended fight scene between Hannah and the hoodie people over the notebook, but she and Lily escape with it. 

Hannah wants to destroy the notebook.  Lily needs it for her movie, and she and Hannah have an extended struggle over the books.  It’s nothing like the fight from “John Carpenter’s They Live” (1988), but it’s actually not bad.  Lily ends up stabbing Hannah and then chases her into an underground garage.  Lily stalks after her with a little metallic shove.  She finally sees Hannah, but a security guard interrupts her.  Lily approaches him and stabs him in the stomach with the shovel.  Hannah runs to Lily’s room and hides in the bathroom.  The ghost tries to help Hannah, but Lily finally stands outside the bathroom tell and tells Hannah that she should kill herself: “Aren’t you tired of failing?  There’s nothing wrong with giving up.”

Hannah removes her own picture from the notebook, and there is a razor.  She is about to slit her own wrist, but she hears Lily watching their filmed adventures.  Hannah leaves the bathroom and joins her.  “This is pretty cool,” Hannah says.  “Yeah,” Lily says, “It’s not terrible.”  Hannah says that Lily should keep working on the film.  Lily says that she needs an ending.  “What did you have in mind?” Hannah asks.  Lily smiles at Hannah, and then the hoodie people attack!  They overwhelm Hannah and knock the notebook out of her hand.  They are about to stab Hannah, but Lily picks up the notebook and starts to tear out a page!  She kicks her laptop to Hannah and tells her, “Film it.  Please.”

The hoodie people attack Lily and disembowel her!  She still manages to destroy the notebook, and the hoodie people disintegrate.  Before Lily dies she has a vision of Hannah and herself going to a movie theater and watching her movie, “Impossible Horror.”  Hannah gets up and stumbles to the porch, where she hears people screaming everywhere.

This was surprisingly…good.  It’s a weird Lovecraftian horror movie about an unexplainable eldritch threat that drives people insane, but the filmmakers limited the scope to just two young people, so the plot didn’t overwhelm the skills or budget of the production.  The filmmaking techniques drew from many inspirations, from found footage to your run-of-the-mill teenager terror flicks to kung-fu action movies.  Most scenes were successful.  The fighting scenes looked like a lot of fun to film, but I felt that they detracted from the overall creepiness of the movie.  The acting was…competent.  Lily and Hanna’s banter was reminiscent of a mumblecore movie from the early 2000’s.  Hannah was flat and emotionless, but she was meant to be that way.  Lily showed a bit more range, but even then her reactions were constrained by the typical young-person-only-speaks-ironically trope.  Her physical acting was excellent.  Early on, she walks outside with a baseball bat, but before she leaves the building she performs an awkward practice swing.  Later on, as she’s chasing Hannah, she embodies menace and terror.  She extends the blade of her metal shovel with a practiced flick of her wrist.  She was creepy and deranged.

[trulytiredhermit]

Dream Walker AU

Chapter 1 Part 1:

And So it Begins

Rotting wood creaked and groaned as four pairs of feet put its dust ridden surface to use. Their soles wiped away the debris, leaving pristine foot prints behind them.

These pairs of feet belonged to a band of teenagers. Your typical run of the mill teens who liked to check out creepy buildings for fun.

Behind this strange band of teens, an old oaken door shut behind them with a rumbling groan, it’s rusty hinges creaking in protest at being put to work after years of disuse.

Or perhaps it was giving out a solemn warning, cautioning the teens against being there. Urging for them to turn back.

One of these teens just so happened to be you.

Looking around the decrypted area, and from what you saw of the foliage takeover of the exterior, you could tell that the place had to have been abandoned for more than a few years.

Perhaps more than a few decades even.

It was quite late into the evening by the time your group had made it into the mansion. The sun already having made its way down to kiss the horizon.

You had done this type of thing many times before and you knew exactly where it would lead you.

To nothing.

You didn’t even believe in ghost like your friends did, but this place was rubbing you the wrong way.

You couldn’t quite explain it.

The best definition for what you felt, you guess, would have to be like you were a bird within a covered cage. While the bird could see nothing wrong from within its cage, it could hear and sense the house cat that prowled near the cage’s perimeters. The cat needed only to jump on the cage for it to fall and break, rewarding it with a tasty meal. Meanwhile the bird would be none the wiser, only having a sense of foreboding as it’s sole companion.

Yes, you felt like that bird in this case. You didn’t know what was wrong with the mansion, you just knew that something was off.

A sigh left your lips as you shifted the weight of your backpack around, attempting to soothe your nerves.

“Why are we doing this again guys? We couldn’t have just put on a horror movie or something?”

Your friend Anya, a girl with curly brown hair and freckles whose personality always resembled that of a child who had just found a new toy, barked out a laugh.

“What would the fun in that be [Name]!”

“A lot.” You groaned, “A lot of fun actually.”

“But [Name]!” Maya, another friend who you had known from high school, drawled out. “We can actually find some exciting stuff here! I swear, it won’t be like last time!”

Suddenly Maya let out a gasp and you felt a heavy weight jump on your back as a familiar set of arms linked around your neck.

“What if we actually find a ghost!” A giggle echoed right beside your ear as the ginger haired girl rested on your shoulders.

With an indifferent look upon your face, you shrugged your clingy friend off, giving her no warning as you did so. Leaving Maya to her fate of falling to the floor with a resounding thud and a small yelp.

“Don’t joke around like that Maya!” Evelyn chided, lightly smacking the back of said girl’s head.

“It’s not like someone actually died in this place.” Her breathed hitched and she nervously touched her glasses.

Evelyn turned to look at you. “Righ… right [Name]?”

You opened your mouth to give a response but was swiftly cut off by another’s laughter that could almost be described as villainous in a way.

“Ohohoho! But haven’t you heard Eve?” Anya spoke up, a glint in her eyes as she approached.

“Apparently a couple decades or so ago a group of cultists made this place their home. They believed that this area laid on some kind of spiritual crossroads or something and that after performing certain rituals they would be able to transcend beyond time and space.”

Evelyn began to tremble as your shared friend grew closer.

“Of course they disappeared and no one knows what really happened to them. Some believe that they all got arrested. Others that they all got lost in the woods. However, some suspect that the group actually succeeded.”

Anya grinned as she starred down Evelyn, who had begun to cling to your side.

“But to perform those rituals the cultists needed to make a couple ritualistic sacrifices!”

Anya punctured her last word with a jump towards Evelyn, letting out a loud cry.

Evelyn squealed and buried herself into your side even more.

“Relax Evelyn, Anya’s just making stuff up to scare you. Besides, ghosts aren’t even real.”

A mock offended scoff sounded from your unoccupied side as Maya draped her arm across your shoulder.

“First of all, I’m the one who found out about this place, and secondly ghost are too real! You’d think with all the podcasts and ghost hunting shows I’ve forced you to watch that you’d finally start to become a believer-“

“Anyways-“

You cut Maya’s rant off by turning to face Evelyn, paying no attention Maya’s indignant “hey!” at being ignored.

Evelyn turned her teary eyes to you, a hopeful gleam in them as she seemed to stare at what must have been in her mind her savior.

“-what, you really want to worry about is some pissed off drug dealer or a creepy weirdo who could potentially stab you in here. I mean the door was open and those chains were snapped off a long time ago. Anyone could have wandered in here.”

And just like that Evelyn was burying herself into your side once more as the rest of your group, and yourself, chuckled at her antics.

After finally calming Evelyn down, your friends and you dispersed the items that you all had brought for your little expedition.

Everyone had brought their own items, but Anya had been particularly insistent on one specific item being brought along.

A bunch of walkie-talkies. Annoying radio static and all.

Apparently using your phones to communicate would ‘ruin the mood’ as Anya had so eloquently put it when questioned on her decision.

Of course most of the passing out of items had been done by you who, since knowing how your friends were, had the idea to bring snacks, water, and defense weapons like pepper spray and tasers. Or a tactical bat flashlight that could act as a taser.

Yeah, you had come prepared for anything.

You had given Anya some pepper spray, god forbid you trust her with a taser. You knew that savage child would start a fire with one.

Evelyn had taken a taser. And Maya had elected to grab a pepper spray, leaving you with the tactical bat/flashlight/taser.

Your favorite weapon of choice. Especially with how much you had to pay for it, your wallet was seriously hurting after that purchase.

And as you had dispersed your items your group had also chosen to disperse as well. They had chosen to do what most classic horror movies warn against. Split up.

So, that was how you found yourself where you are now. With the best job one exploring an abandoned mansion could’ve gotten.

You got to explore the basement of this place.

Yay.

You swore whatever deity there was up there must have been having the time of their divine life playing with yours.

So far nothing had really gotten your attention whilst you had been exploring the basement.

All that you had really found so far had been some empty crates, dilapidated boxes, and lots of cobwebs. Seriously, you felt like you could scream if you found another one of those things.

Continuing down a hallway to the left you entered a new room, though you had no hope of finding anything new or exciting in this one.

You shined your flashlight around the room, illuminating concrete walls that were lined with various boxes and shelves. Just as you had predicted, nothing of interest once again.

Honestly the only thing you and your friends had found in this house that was of any interest was that inaccessible hallway Evelyn had found on the second floor. She stated that the roof must have caved in on itself some time ago.

Heaving out a sigh, you turned to leave, ready to go convince Anya and Maya to abandon their little mission for something more fun.

Just then, out of the corner of your eye you saw something.

Or well, you realized the lack of something.

You turned your flashlight once more towards the back of the room, walking closer to the shelving units and boxes that were stationed there.

Sure enough your eyes hadn’t deceived you.

Right there, behind one of the shelves was an opening. Only visible due to the broken down and splintered wooden back of the shelf.

With your eyes and the light from your flashlight, you could faintly make out the appearance of another room on the other side.

You couldn’t help but think that at least you had found something that peaked your interest now.

Tucking your bat flashlight underneath your arm, you got to work.

Grabbing onto the corner of the shelf you pulled, grunting at the weight.

At first it seemed that the shelf wasn’t going to give, like it was stuck on a rock or on the debris that acted as a blanket to the ground.

But thankfully, the rickety shelf suddenly gave a mighty lurch and began to begrudgingly move.

You were certain it was scratching the floor but you could care less. All you wanted was to satiate your curiosity.

Finally heaving it far enough away you slowly entered the hidden room, shining your flashlight around to give you a better grasp of the place.

Your hand trembled, the light of your flashlight danced across the room from the tremors. That eerie sense of foreboding that you had experienced while entering the mansion had reared its head once more.

You couldn’t believe what you had found.

Shakily, you raised the walkie talkie up to your face, pressing the button you connected to your friends.

“Guys, you need to come down to the basement now.”

Radio static filled the air as you walked away from the hidden room, keeping your eyes locked on the dark space lest anyone or anything come at you.

As you headed back the way you came your friends voices overtook the radio static filling you with an immense relief.

“Why did you find something?!” Maya, ever the astute person that she was, keyed in to the fear that shook your voice.

“Aw man, first Evelyn finds something cool and now you! When am I gonna find something cool.”

You loved Anya, swear to any deity out here that you did. But you really wished she had more common sense and exercised a little caution.

“Are…” A timid voice began after Anya, “are you okay [Name]? What happened?”

Like lightening, a certain realization struck you. Evelyn.

Now way was Evelyn gonna be able to handle what you just saw with how skittish she usually is. And while you’d love the backup support to blow this popsicle stand, you didn’t want to add any more stress onto the poor girl’s shoulders.

Especially when Maya and Anya would change their minds about exploring the place anymore.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine Eve.” You radioed off, now heading up the basement stairs. “I just need Maya and Anya to come check something out. You don’t need to worry about it, just keep investigating your area, okay.”

You were answered with hesitant silence before the radio squawked to life with a “crrkllnsht”.

“Oh…okay, if you’re sure.”

With that settled you slid down the wall, next to the entrance of the cellar. Sitting upon the dusty floor, you cared not of how dirty your jeans would be.

Now you just had to wait.

“So” Maya spoke, turning the basement corner into the room that connected to the secret area. “What did you have to show us?”

Motioning with your flashlight, you illuminated the darkened doorway ahead.

“It’s in there.”

The three of you stopped directly in the open door way and your flashlights lit up the room.

Anya and Maya let out audible gasps and even a whispered “holy shit”.

Your group has gone to many abandoned buildings before, hell even a supposedly haunted bridge.

In each of these places you’ve encountered the typical spray painted pentagram or the ever so common 666 scribbled menacingly onto walls but this? This was something else entirely, it took the whole cult thing to a new level.

Within the room you could see many things.

Books were haphazardly strewn about. The bookshelves that they had once been put upon were crumpled in on themselves, others seeming to have fallen onto their sides.

What once were long, draping tapestries were now half their size. They looked as if they had been torn apart.

From what you could make out, bits and pieces of what might have been purple cloth, littered the little remaining area of the floor that was unoccupied.

Melted candles were practically drowning the place in wax that had long run off from the wick. It coated the floor, steps, decrepit bookcases, and even some books.

They had obviously been left to burn without supervision and it was baffling how they hadn’t burnt the place down.

Directly across from your trio, there were a small grouping of steps leading to a raised platform. There an altar of some kind stood, accompanied with its own melted wax rivers adorning it.

Squinting your eyes, you thought you could make out a vague outline of something atop the altar. Perhaps it was another book?

“Okay…” Maya breathed out, taking in the scene. “What the hell is that on the floor.”

Ah yes, the thing that got your blood pumping the most. The sigils and signs that almost entirely covered the floor.

From what you could see in your position in the doorway, neither you or your friends had dared to set foot in the room yet, there were two main colors that made up the markings, stacked atop one after the other.

The under color was a dark hue, darker than it’s companion. It wasn’t quite black but it also wasn’t brown, this to you seemed like it may have been painted on with either paint or a special concoction the cultists had created.

With this color you could see that a large circle covered the floor, connection to 6 smaller circles at its sides. With the larger circle there seemed to be a large symbol that resembled an x though it had hooks on the ends of two lines and more strange markings that caused it to differ from the traditional x.

The smaller circles also looked like they may have housed symbols of some sort but you could t tell what they were due to the blackened charred stain that covered them up.

The second color that lay atop the dark markings was much more…. concerning.

This one was a more coppery, rustic hue and it did not follow the ritualistic pattern it’s sibling did.

No, this color led off in trails and splatters. Starting at the smaller circles and leading to the bigger circle in the middle.

There were even dried trails leading from up near the altar and down the steps to the main circle.

This, a horrid thought struck you, did not look like a type of paint paint or some concoction. You knew this, yet couldn’t bring yourself to say what it truly might have been.

“Wow cool! It’s kinda like a secret hiding place!” Abruptly Anya was shoving past you and Maya, speeding into the room without a care.

Color draining from your face, a strangled groan escaped your throat. You attempted to grab her arm but she was too quick.

“Anya don’t!”

“What,” she called back, now low on the ground and running her hands on the ground, tracing the lines. “It’s fine [Name], you’re being such a worry wart!”

Standing once more, Anya nudged one of the abandoned piles of books with her foot. The top book fell with a slight ‘thump’.

“Besides, we might actually find something pretty cool in here!”

Abandoning your hope of convincing Anya to leave, you switched your tactics onto Maya who was starting to become a little unnerved by the situation from the looks of her deep frown.

“Maya this is getting too weird. We shouldn’t be here, I told you guys this was a bad idea and I’ve been getting bad vibes from this place the whole time we’ve been here.”

Taking a deep breath, you soothed your rising nerves.

“We should leave, now.”

“I know-“ The sigh of relief that escaped you felt heavenly. Maya understood now that this was bad.

“-I know this may be upsetting for you [Name] but-“ oh god why. Maya, why can’t you just think like a sane person sometimes!

“ys”

“No Maya! No buts, this shit’s weird! That-“ you gestures wildly to the coppery trails, “-isn’t paint! Okay! That-That’s… It looks like it’s-“

“-uys”

“You’re overreacting [Name], everything’s fine! We’ve come across stuff like this before and it hasn’t bothered you this much, why now!?”

“-uys!”

Why? Why was it bothering you so much now?

You’ve been to places where people have died, been murdered! You’ve gone to asylums, haunted houses, demonic possession sights with pentagrams and stains to kingdom come!

Hell, you’ve explored a forest in which cultists supposedly regularly met in! You’re sure you were there at the same time as them!

So why is this place bothering you so much. Why can’t you shake off this ominous feeling, this dreadful lit in your stomach, that something is going to go wrong.

“Guys!”

“What!” Stopping your argument the two of you turned to face Anya, who had made her way up to the altar. Her typical grin stretched even wider across her face, she was giddy beyond belief as she dangled something from her grasp.

“I found a knife!”

No one moved, two pairs of eyes simply stared at their gleeful friend completely stunned.

It was like the calm before the storm.

“Oh my gOD, ANYA PUT IT DOWN-“

“FUCK’S SAKE ANYA!”

And there was the storm.

Racing towards Anya, you and Maya seemed to have the same goal in mind.

“Whoa! Who-GUYS!!” Anya shouted, backing in to the altar, hanging onto the knife tighter.

The three of you grappled for the rusted weapon. Hands colliding with one another, pushing and pulling.

“Guys knock it off! I found it so it’s mine!”

You all but growled as you yanked Anya’s arm down with one hand, stretching your other to get a hold on the knife.

“That’s not the point Anya! You don’t know where that thing has been or what it’s been used fo-SHIT!”

As Anya yanked her arm out of your grasp, the knife slid across your exposed forearm. Grazing the skin just enough to make a cut.

Blood weeped out of the cut staining your skin. Small droplets made their way onto the floor before you began applying pressure to the wound.

You heard the knife clatter to the ground whilst you stumbled away.

Cries and sounds of worry escaped Maya and Anya as they reached out for you. But you silenced them with a quick turn.

“Just grab the Med-kit from my backpack.”

In no time a zipping sound followed your order and you felt the weight shift.

“Good, now hand me a sterilization wipe then some gauze.”

It took a second for Maya, you assumed it was Maya, to hand you the wipe. Sucking air in between your teeth you hissed at the sting as you used the wipe on your arm.

Next, taking the gauze you wrapped it securely around your forearm. You made sure it was neither too tight that you’d loose circulation or too lose that it wouldn’t apply pressure.

You’d definitely be going to the doctors after this was over. How fun, you’d be getting another lecture from Dr. Leslie it seems.

“How bad is it?” Anya’s voice echoed in the illuminated chamber. She was soft-spoken, you could tell she was thumbing the patches on her jersey due to help calm herself.

“Well,” you released a dry chuckle, “you didn’t cut my hand off. So no amputation today.”

Your joke gained a few weak laughs and some half smiles.

“Other than that, the cut didn’t look too deep but-“ you gestured to the knife, “I’m sure that is rusted or full of bacteria. We’ll need to get me checked out by a doctor.”

“So the investigations over?” A downtrodden tone could be heard in Anya’s voice. You almost wanted to sigh at that, almost.

“Yeah, adventures over. Let’s go collect Evelyn then we can-“

Before you could finish your sentence the crackling sound of radios coming to life cut you off.

“G-Uys? C-mE -IcK. -lp ro-Om HE-re.”

The static glitched and pulsed, distorting the radio and in turn Evelyn’s voice. You could just barely make out certain words.

It seemed even Evelyn had also had enough of the place and exceeded her spooky limit for the day.

“Jeez Anya, where’d you buy these pieces of junk at?”

A sense of gratitude came over you at Maya’s attempt of lightning up the atmosphere.

“Hey! I resent that!”

“Whatever Anya. Just make sure you don’t skip out on my tetanus shot. I’m not getting lockjaw because you nicked me.”

“Wha-hey! Not you too [Name]!”

The three of you laughed, picking up your dropped things in the commotion before hurrying off to get Evelyn. Your sour mood forgotten.

In the dark of the hidden room as the trio left, the red droplets of blood began to bubble seeming to be burning up.

Soon, the blood looked as if it had never been there. Once fresh blood was now but a couple smudges of burnt stains on the ground.

Unbeknownst to all, the house began to shift.

Things were changing.

*Hope you guys liked this first part!!

I’ll try to get Part 2 uploaded soon, it just kept getting longer and longer so I thought just this once I’d break it up and give you guys a little gift since I put answering Asks on hold for today!*

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Do Sigyn and Loki let their young sons watch horror movies?

Absolutely. Have your read Norse mythology? It's filled to the brim with monsters and unknowable horrors that creep in the dead of winter

Creepy fairy tales and ghost stories are a long standing tradition; horror movies by comparison are child's play

Honestly I can see the boys getting bored with slasher movies or even some run of the mill monster movies; what's the xenomorph got on Jörmungandr?

I can see them get more invested in something like Coraline or other dark fantasies like Pan's Labyrinth

None of these would bother Sigyn or Loki; allowing children to watch something scary and come out the other side is important, healthy even

It allows them to face fears in a safe environment and know they are just a little braver for it

[cut-me-and-call-me-yours]

HELL HOUSE LLC (2015)

I watched the directors cut, which is on Youtube for anyone interested. This is the first movie in a very long time to install a real sense of dread in me. Unexplained bumps and creaks, shadow figures out of the corner of your eye, and objects being moved all seem like your typical run of the mill home invasion or ghost themed horror. This film takes the two and smashes them together. In the beginning, I was sure that there were some type of lingering cult members mucking about the hotel causing tye disturbances, but as the movie progressed, I found myself unsure. While it's clear that supernatural elements were at play, a lot of the events feel very conceivable. Generally, things that could possibly happen tend to frighten me much more than ghosts or demons but also place those types of occurrences in a setting that you sleep in, and the effect increases tenfold. The gruesome makeup, the intense acting job from the actors, and the camera glitches at all the right places differently helped to land this film into my top 10 list. I will be watching all the sequels.

[theharpermovieblog]

#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2023

I watched Evil Dead Rise (2023)

I love the original Evil Dead trilogy. I love the show Ash Vs. Evil Dead. I liked the reimagining that came out not long ago., For the most part. Honestly I have high hopes for this.

While visiting her sister in a rundown apartment building a woman has to face the Evil Dead after her nephew discovers the Book of The Dead.

It's strange seeing some of my favorite horror franchises being given new life, reimagined, revamped, whatever you wanna call it. The new Halloween sequels, the recent reboot of Hellraiser, and now Evil Dead Rise. Of course these new films arent exactly my horror films. They are the new version of my horror films. The new Halloween movies were ok, but a tad bit preachy when what I really wanted was fun brutality. The new Hellraiser on Hulu was good, but a little too tame, and the story was a little too mainstream. As I sat down and started watching Evil Dead Rise it didn't seem it would be my Evil Dead, but that's ok, because it doesn't have to be mine to be a good horror film.

If it wasn't for the opening scene of gory horror, you might think Evil Dead Rise is another run of the mill ghost movie. The characters are set up with the same kind of issues and the same loving family connection that a lot of haunted house flicks these days are. This had me worried, honestly. Did they turn my classic B-movie franchise into something too Hollywood. But then, the book of the dead is found and a record is played and suddenly the spooky and nearly over the top horror that the Evil Dead series is known for began to emerge.

Honestly, I wish the opening scene hadn't been there. I wish this movie had made me wait for what it knows I want. The original Evil Dead starts off like any other Cabin in the Woods film. It's unremarkable at first. And, then, it flips the script and it becomes something all its own. Something no one had seen before. Something iconic and classic. I think this movie would have benefited from removing that top scene, but it's a small gripe, and one that doesn't change my opinion. I like this movie.

Once Evil Dead Rise kicks off it quickly gets possessed by the spirit of the old films. It's fun, funny, spooky, creepy, a little corny, and full of jump scares and gore. Yes, there is some obvious CGI and it is a newer crisper and flashier version of the original films, but it is an Evil Dead movie and a pretty good one. Also, for a movie that involves kids being brutally attacked and stabbed etc..., it never felt egregious or like torture porn or too intense as to take you out of the fun of the film.

Director Lee Cronin really does a great job of making his own movie, while still understanding the beats and movements that make an Evil Dead movie work. He's made a movie for old fans and new fans. A hard thing to do. And he tosses an omage to The Shining in there too, in case you didn't get enough horror film nostalgia.

Of all the reboots, rehashes, and redos, this is probably my favorite one.

Good times.

[angryschnauzer]

Do You Want Some Hunny

Summary: Your roommate brings you to a Halloween costume party and your costume is Winnie The Pooh, and you find another resident of the Hundred Acre Wood there who shows you just how well Tiggers can bounce.

Pairing; Henry Cavill x Female Reader (Moodboard disclaimer: Usually i keep any physical images of women out of my moodboards, but i couldn’t find a shot of the shorts without a model in. It is mentioned in the story that the reader purchased the shorts and they/she were not the same as the model)

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Crackfic, Smut, Public fingering, Oral Sex (female recieving), unprotected sex, Creampie.

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Masterlist can be found on AO3, Link HERE.

Do You Want Some Hunny?

You hurried along the pavement, trying to keep up with your roommate as she stalked ahead in her sky high heels, somehow managing to not get them caught in the trim of her Morticia Addams costume. You had opted for your Red Converses that matched your costume and yet still you were having to trot behind her. Fighting against the wind that whipped at your bare legs, you clung to the long parka coat you’d thrown on over your costume, cursing the fact that what you’d chosen at the last minute from an urgent amazon prime order had been more designed for warm climates.

The Winnie The Pooh ears you’d had left over from a trip to Disneyland a few years back were what started it all, a red t-shirt borrowed from your roommate that seemed a lot longer on her than you, and the only thing missing was something yellow to wear with it. You hadn’t wanted to wear a skirt, so had opted for a pair of velvet yellow shorts, however they were a lot shorter than had appeared in the photo, and were very much hotpants rather than shorts. Anyway, they had arrived just a few hours before the party, so it was them or forgo a costume, and not wanting to be a party pooper you decided to go with it. 

Following ‘Morticia’ up the porch steps, your heart sank when you saw everyone else’s costumes as they milled around; it was all spooky, dark, and horror movie costumes. Nothing as cute or fluffy as Winnie The Pooh. The host called out to your friend - her girlfriend - and you smiled as you watched the other woman who’d slicked her hair back and had drawn on a mustache to look like Gomez Addams embrace. ‘Gomez’ turned to you and grinned;

“Thanks for coming, i was worried people wouldn’t want to come, let me take your coat”

Shrugging your jacket off you handed it over and fidgeted as she glanced over your costume, you tugged at the shorts;

“Yeah, it was a last minute costume… not very Halloweeny like everyone else”

Gomez winked at you;

“Oh you’re not the only resident of the Hundred Acre Wood here tonight, c’mon, let me get you a drink seeing as my love has wandered off to behead the roses again”

-

Two hours later you were pleasantly buzzed from a couple of beers, and had been introduced to the other Hundred Acre Wood escapee that was at the party - Tigger - who tended to go by the more human name of Henry. 

Six foot of pure muscle was now animatedly installing the virtues of PC gaming having discovered you were starting to learn how to play yourself, all whilst dressed head to toe in a Tigger Onesie. On anyone else it would have looked absurd, but with the zipper undone just enough to show off an inviting patch of chest hair he managed to pull it off. And it wasn’t the only thing you wanted him to pull off. Your attention wandered to his hands and how he was able to circle a beer bottle with his fingers and your words faltered as you explained how you were the hosts girlfriends roommate, instead turning the question back to him;

“So, how do you know Gomez?”

“We’ve been working together on a production here, she’s let me stay in her guest room whilst we’re on a break from shooting”

“You’re an actor?”

He actually blushed at that point;

“Yes… and its quite refreshing to talk to someone that doesn’t immediately recognise me”

Before you could say anything a shout came from the living room;

“Come on! Movie’s about to start!”

Henry led the way and you discovered most of the seats and spots on the sofa’s were taken, finding a single soft chair as he flumped down into it, his legs spread. You paused for a moment before he took your hand without even thinking and pulled you onto his lap;

“There’s enough room for two”

The room was cold, so as the movie started you found yourself snuggling up to the warmth emitting from Henry, envious of his onesie. The room was dark and the massive screen was at the furthest point of the room so everyone’s attention was trained away from the two of you. The movie was one of those modern creep-fests, with ghosts creeping around and the stars oblivious of the entrance to hell they built their cottage on, and with every scare you clung to Henry tighter, his strong arms wrapping around you. Soon you weren’t even paying attention to the movie, your nose hooked under his chin and you let out an involuntary shiver as you were surrounded by his scent.

“Cold?” he whispered

“A little”

He reached and grabbed a blanket that had been tossed over the back of the chair, pulling it over the two of you and it suddenly felt like you were in your own little cocoon. With the warm fabric up to your shoulders you shivered again when Henry slid his hand down beneath the blanket, a grazing touch against the curve of your breast and you found your body arching for more of his touch. He turned to look at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as his gaze consciously focused on yours, licking your lips you gave the smallest nod as he pressed forwards. The kiss was silent and as his plump lips caressed yours you sank into his embrace, his hand finding the edge of your top and slipping beneath the fabric, moving to cup your breast through your bra. As his thumb brushed over your nipple you let out a tiny gasp, but it was enough for his tongue to slip inside your mouth. 

The kiss deepened and you shifted on his lap, suppressing another groan when you felt him starting to harden beneath you and even through the thick fabric of his onesie you could tell Tigger had a lot for you to bounce on.

Henry however had traced his wandering touch down your body and was toying with the edge of your shorts, a featherlight touch over the inseam had you gasping against his lips. His voice was low as he spoke, barely a whisper;

“Does Winnie want me to play with her Hunny Pot? I bet you’re delicious”

“Henry!” you shushed him; “We can’t, not here!”

“I wasn’t going to eat it, i was just going to taste it… for now…”

Slipping a finger beneath your shorts he hooked them to the side along with your panties, his thick digit swiping through your folds and seeking out your clit, rubbing firm tight circles against it before letting the elastic snap back into place as he brought his finger to his mouth, humming as he tasted you.

Just at that moment there was a pop and the power went out, the movie shutting down and the emergency light in the hallway the only illumination. Gomez stood and said she was going to call the power company, returning a few minutes later with the bad news that a car had taken out a utilities pole down the street, knocking out power for at least a few hours. A suggestion of heading out to a local bar was floated, with general agreement, but hidden by the noise of everyone else your groan of disappointment was both heard and felt by Henry;

“Lets stay here” he whispered; “Come up to my room. We can… snuggle…”

“Just snuggle?”

His wicked grin told you he wanted to do a whole lot more, and in the melee that followed as people searched for their coats by the light of their phones, Henry was able to lead you through the house and up the back staircase, grabbing a couple of halloween lanterns as he went. 

-

Pressed into the mattress you were buck naked as Henry pressed kisses down the valley of your breasts and across your stomach, before disappearing between your thighs. You ached to run your fingers through his hair however he still wore the Tigger Onesie, and what made the situation seem so surreal was that all you could see from between your legs was the top of Tigger’s head. 

Henry’s tongue worked utter magic on you as he slid two thick fingers into your tight hole, sucking on your clit until you were bucking beneath him, clawing at whatever your hands could reach before he suddenly pulled away;

“Fuck, that pussy tastes amazing… but i wanna be inside you…”

Kneeling between your legs he unzipped the onesie all the way, his dick springing out from the open zipper.

“You were going commando?”

He grinned at you and winked;

“I was enjoying hanging loose and free until you walked into the party… from the moment i saw you i’ve been sporting a chubby…”

Fisting his dick he lined it up with your entrance and pushed in, the both of you gasping at the feel of skin on skin and the stretch of his fat cock filling you. Setting off slowly he rolled his hips, finding that delicious spot deep inside you almost immediately;

“Fuck, Henry…. Please, harder…”

“You asked for it Winnie… just watch this Tigger bounce!”

He started to pile drive into you, fucking you into the bed you were sent to heaven and god turned you around and send you straight back down again, Henry pushing his legs further apart to get even deeper, the slapping of his balls against your ass and the thick root of his dick rubbing against your clit almost overstimulating you already, trembling around him as he fucked you even harder;

“Are you gonna cum for me, soak me in your hunny?”

“Yes… keep… keep doing that…”

Just a few more thrusts and you were cumming hard, your body gripping him tight as he slowed his thrusts. As you lay trembling with aftershocks from your orgasm, he pressed kisses to your neck and chest, muttering soft praises before he carefully pulled out;

“I’ve gotta take this off before we continue…”

“Conti…. Oh… you haven’t cum yet…”

“Nope… hope you’re ready for round two”

You watched as Henry finally stripped himself of the Tigger Onesie and you got to seem him in his full glory for the first time; dark brown curls, wide shoulders and incredible arms, a chest you just wanted to lay your head on and sleep. As your gaze unashamedly travelled further, you clenched as you followed the thick trail of hair down his stomach to his crotch, his dick still standing hard and proud, before taking in the thick thighs;

“I wanna ride you…”

He laughed, a deep rich cry of happiness as he climbed onto the bed and kissed you before rolling onto his back. Holding his dick steady he watched as you straddled his waist and positioned yourself over him, before slowly sinking down. When you were fully seated he held up his hand;

“Wait a sec…”

Grabbing your Bear Ear headband he lifted it onto your head;

“C’mon Winnie, work that Hunny Pot for me…”

Just at the moment the bedroom door opened, and in the faint light of the halloween lanterns you saw Morticia and Gomez look in shock then laugh;

“Yeah, Tigger and Winnie are fine…”

The door clicked shut and you felt a light smack on your ass, bringing your attention back to Henry. Resting your hands on his chest you rolled your hips and gave it all your worth, giving him the full rodeo. Soon you could feel him start to tremble beneath you, and he quickly sought out your clit, rubbing circles against the tight bud with his thumb as you started to cum, your walls squeezing him tight and setting his own orgasm off as you milked him dry.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, pressing kisses to your face before you rested your head on him.

-

When you woke the pale light of November 1st was creeping in through the drawn curtains, and for a moment you forgot where you were. Then the heavy muscled arm of the beast you bedded the night before pulled you closer, the warmth of his chest pressing against your back;

“Morning Winne”

“Tigger…”

His hand slid down your stomach, brushing against the patch of hair;

“Hows your hunny pot this morning?”

You hooked your leg over his as you turned your head to look at him;

“Ready to be refilled”

[amenomiko]

IkeRev Army Guys Reaction when Watching Horror Movie with MC

MC: Kyaaaaa QAQ!! *Covers her face*

Lancelot: Don't worry, MC. I'm here.

Random Scene of Villain : Now.. I'm going to INJECT you with this Poison so you can be horrifying like ME! MWAHAHHAHAHAHA

MC: Eeeeek QAQ!!! Lancelo- Lancelot-sama O.O?

Lancelot position now: N/A

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MC: Eeeeek Jonahhhh >A<! I'm scared!!

Jonah: It's okay, that is not real. There, there, it's not real--

*Jump scare*

Jonah: *Jumps from the sofa* HOLEE MOTHER OF ALL MILLE-FEUILLE'S

\(☉д⊙)/!

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MC: Eeeeek Edgar QAQ!! *hugs*

Edgar: There, there, MC. It's alright.

MC: Aren't you scared??

Edgar: Hmm... Well somehow I can relate with the villain's methods so.. This is like an educational movie for me 😊

MC: ಠ_ಠ...

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MC: Hyaaa!!! Kyle >A<!!

Kyle: *Beer fell from his grip* *SPLASH* Uh oh-

MC:....Seriously?

Kyle: What? Beer and Popcorn is not that bad ( ͡°з ͡°).

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MC: Eeeeekkk QAQ!!! *hugs Zero*

Zero: It's okay, MC. You will be alright.

Random scene: *Ghost appeared next to the main character*

MC: GYAAAAAH! IT'S NEXT TO YOU! IT'S NEXT TO YOU!! LOOK OUT OAO!!!

Zero: M-MC- you are choking my neck- my lolipop is @A@ -- *faints*

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MC: *Uses Ray's cape to cover her face* ╥﹏╥

Ray: Hey. What's the point of watching it if you want to cover your face?

MC: But but- that giant cat is eating everyone o（ｉДｉ）o!!

Ray: It's still cute. Let the cute creature eat whatever it wants ಠ_ಠ. *sigh* How I wish Belle is THAT big uwu ❤❤❤

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MC: Hueeee Sirius!!! I'm scared QAQ!!

Sirius: Shhh shhh you will be alright. Just think that it isn't real, okay?

Ray: *Passes by* sheesh don't ruin the fun with your old man thinking.

Sirius: Make a run for it before I make your night a nightmare, Ray (✿❛◡❛).

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Fenrir: *Already k.o from the first jump scare*

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MC: Eeeeek Seth!! That's horrifying QAQ!!! *hugs*

Seth: Eeeeekkk I know right QAQ??? *hugs too*

MC: Aaaah I can't- I can't QAQ!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!

Seth, turning into MANLY mode: *Cups MC cheeks to face him and said it with his handsome voice* Just look at me then, MC. Only I can make you say those things every night ✨✨✨✨ *FRENCH KISS MLEM MLEM MLEM*

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MC: GYAAAAH LUKA QAQ!!!

Luka, about to hug MC: It's alright MC, I'm here--

*BAM!!!!*

Jonah, appeared out of nowhere by making an entrance by breaking the walls: LUKA IS IN DANGER! DON'T WORRY MY BABY BROTHER, I'M HERE

୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨✨✨✨

Luka & MC: WHAT IN THE FLYING FISH--

[hale-13]

Caliber

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 12 - Death

Peter grew up like most American kids running active shooter drills thinking (hoping) it would never happen to him.

Words: 2338, Chapters: 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Tony Stark, Various Midtown Students and Faculty

TW: TW: Gun Violence, Blood, Major Character Injury, Possible MCD (if you choose to interpret it that way)

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

Growing up, Peter spent his early childhood in lower level genetics labs with his parents. Part of this was simply because they worked some weird hours at OsCorp but the other part was definitely because they recognized his intelligence and talent early and would give him easy experiments to run while they worked. Safe? Eh, maybe not but Peter had fun.

Well, until they died that is.

After that Peter would spend his time in the hospital daycare or nurse’s break room or sitting at Ben’s desk in the bullpen at the precinct where he worked. Daycare and babysitters were expensive and Peter was having a little separation anxiety from becoming an orphan at six. Peter accredits this formative time in his life to why he has a healthy respect of first responders, why he goes out every night in spandex to help his neighborhood (even if the cops hate him).

After the funeral, after May and Ben went back to work and started taking Peter with them, Ben sat Peter down to go over basic gun safety with him. He can remember that initial conversation pretty vividly: Ben had sat Peter down on the couch and had pulled out his unloaded side arm and the small safe he stored it in. He told Peter just how dangerous weapons could be in untrained hands, how Peter could easily hurt himself or others if he ever touched it, how Ben would always have it locked up but, on the off chance it wasn’t, Peter was to never touch it.

Peter had readily agreed and had steered clear of Ben’s belt and the gun safe next to his side of the bed his whole childhood.

The officers that Ben worked with were, for the most part, super nice to Peter and always took time out of their days to talk to him, bring him snacks and (attempt) to help him with his homework and Peter grew to be the most comfortable in the loud bullpen or the adjacent break room. The summer before he started his freshman year at Midtown, Ben and some of the other officers had given Peter a crash course in gun safety – how to clean, care and shoot a weapon – and it only took one trip to dash Peter’s dreams of working in law enforcement; he never wanted to handle a gun again.

Holding his uncle’s body as he bled out a few months later from the massive hole left in his back by the .45 caliber handgun only solidified that decision.

Luckily, in his tenure as Spider-Man, Peter tended to run into more sub-Ultron and Chitauri fare than the classic handguns and rifles he was familiar with which suited him just fine. When he did come across a run of the mill mugger or rapist who was using a pistol or something similar, Peter took great pleasure in using his super strength to rip it into tiny pieces – destroyed beyond repair and off the streets for good.

This had resulted in some unfortunate bullet grazes and full-on holes in his body that had prompted his helicopter mentor (under the order of Aunt May of course) to force him through another gun safety lecture, complete with a practical portion where Colonel Rhodes assisted in teaching Peter how to properly disarm and disassemble a variety of different sidearms. It was definitely cool to spend time with Actual War Machine but Peter rushed through it as quickly and throughly as possible. He never wanted to have the easy comfort with weapons that Mr. Stark and Colonel Rhodes had – he preferred non-lethal disarmament when patrolling.

All this said – Peter probably had more experience and knowledge with various weapons (human and otherwise) than he had any right to.

All of this experience, all of his time as Spider-Man, everything he had been through did nothing to help keep him calm and collected when his principal came over the intercom while Peter was in gym class to announce a code red shelter in place order. Like most high schoolers in America, Peter had gone through numerous school safety drills so he, in theory, knew what to do in a emergency.

In practice? Not so much.

Coach Wilson had looked just as pale and stunned as the class but had recovered quickly enough to rush the doors. A few other students had also started moving to gather some of the wrestling mats to roll in front of the doors once Coach Wilson had gotten them closed and locked.

He, unfortunately, wasn’t quick enough.

Brian Anderson, a sophomore Peter recognized from the debate team, forced the door open, brandishing the small revolver in a shaky hand. His face was pale, eyes red rimmed with tears with such a desolate look it made Peter’s own heart clench in sympathy despite his rapid heart-rate.

“Back up,” he whispered, using the gun to gesture for the coach to step away and the man obliged; holding his hands up in surrender and slowly backing away from the door. Some of Peter’s classmates, including Ned who, for once, wasn’t right at Peter’s side in class but across the room from him, had started to cry. Michelle, looking stony faced but terrified underneath it all, was trying to shush Betty Brant who was in the middle of a full blown panic attack and trying not to draw attention to herself.

“Okay,” Coach Wilson said, motioning the class members closest to him to back up with one raised hand, his eyes never leaving the weapon. “You’re calling the shots here Brian.”

Brian sniffled, fresh tears spilling over his eyes and hand trembling as he surveyed the room, eventually moving the barrel to point at Mark Conley, one of Flash’s friends and a notorious online bully. Both boys had gone nearly ghost white and the class seemed to be holding its collective breath.

“Sorry Ben,” Peter thought. “Sorry Mr. Stark.”

“Brian,” he called out, voice sounding much more steady than he predicted it would since he was just Peter Parker right now and not Spider-Man. “You don’t want to do this man.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Brian spit out, anger over-ruling all of his other feelings and his eyes landing on Peter. “You don’t know what I want to do!”

“I promise you don’t want to do this,” Peter said calmly. “I know what they’re like. You think they treat me any better than you? You’ll regret this if you do it.”

Brian snorted out a dry laugh, not looking like he found anything remotely funny. “Then you should want me to do this.” He said, cherry picking Peter’s words.

“But I don’t,” Peter told him, edging closer to the other boy, making sure to put his body in front of Mark as he moved closer. “Do you know how my uncle died?” Brian, eyes locked with Peter’s, shook his head nearly imperceptibly. “He was shot by some guy robbing a bodega. He bled out in my arms before emergency services could arrive.” Peter said bluntly, doing the best to ignore how his heart clenched and his eyes burned.

The barrel of Brian’s gun dipped down to point more toward the floor and Peter took a few cautious steps forward, stopping when he was only about five feet away. “They won’t stop,” Brian whispered, the tears flowing heavier but his finger still in place over the trigger. “It just keeps getting worse and I can’t take it. I can’t do this anymore!”

“I know,” Peter said, voice soft, dropping his hands down to rest loosely at his sides. He really wishes he had his web-shooters, secret identity be damned. He was never taking them off again, no matter what May tried to tell him about work/life balance. “I know what its like and it sucks but they aren’t worth throwing your whole life away. It’s not worth hurting all the innocent people you’ll hurt. You don’t want to do that to your friends and family.”

“I don’t have any friends!” Brian said loudly, raising the gun back up to point at Peter but Peter didn’t move from his relaxed position even though he felt his heart speed up to a gallop. He faced possible injury and death at least once a week but that was always as Spider-Man… never as Peter Parker.

“I’m your friend,” Peter told him, a little desperate but honest. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” Brian gasped and let the pistol drop to his side in a loose grip. “Just hand me the gun Brian okay? And then we can talk about it, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Brian sniffed and rubbed his free hand over his face to wipe away the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Do you promise?”

“I promise,” Peter confirmed, holding out his hand. Brian nodded and lifted his hand to pass Peter the gun when everything went wrong. Betty, who had been hyperventilating through the entire exchange, finally passed out. MJ tried to catch her but the two of them hit the floor with a echoing bang that startled the whole class. Brian, gun lifted and finger still on the trigger, flinched and jerked to aim back at Mark, shooting.

Everything happened in slow motion for Peter and he grimaced at what he was about to do, saying mental apologies and throwing his body in the path of the bullet, jerking back at the feeling of it hitting him in the chest.

His breath knocked out and his consciousness already becoming more nebulous from the pain that was blooming in his lungs, Peter stumbled forward to yank the gun from Brian’s limp grasp, deftly unloading it with the last of his strength and with shaking hands before throwing the rounds to the opposite side of the gym; collapsing at the other boys feet.

“Oh god,” Brian whispered in horror. “Oh god Peter. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” He tried to bend down next to Peter but was swiftly tackled by Abe and Jason where he was wrestled onto his front with them restraining his hands without a fight beyond his gulping sobs.

“You’re alright Parker,” Coach Wilson said soothingly as he rolled Peter onto his back and used his own hastily shed jacket to apply pressure to the steadily bleeding hole in Peter’s chest, causing him to grunt and squeeze his eyes shut in pain. “Thompson! Call 911 and tell them we have the shooter and we need emergency services in the gym. Conley run up to the office and tell Morita what happened!” Both boys jumped into action but Peter ignored it in favor of unsteadily pulling his own phone out of his pocket and sliding it to Ned who had joined the group along with a pale and teary Michelle.

“Call Tony,” Peter coughed out, blood staining his lips and leaked down the side of his face. “No hospital.”

Ned, shaking and crying worse than Peter had ever seen fumbled the phone with numb hands before giving up and pressing the panic button on the side of the phone. Feeling relieved that his mentor was on the way, Peter let his tired eyes close only to rip them open at the flick on his nose.

“It’s not nap time Tiger,” MJ told him, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Don’t want to get detention again.”

“I think…” Peter gasped out, his lungs aching with the strain. “Think this… get me… a permanent… ‘get out of detention’… free card.”

Michelle ran soft fingers through his hair, helping him relax his clenching muscles. He could tell that Ned was on the phone and speaking in rapid, broken sentences. He could kind of hear the sirens approaching, the sound of the building evacuating, crying students. But nothing mattered as much as Michelle. “You just couldn’t help yourself huh?”

“You know… me,” Peter grunted, trying for a grin that didn’t show the tacky blood he was sure was staining his teeth. “No guts… no glory.”

“God you’re a disaster,” MJ said with a watery laugh, a single tear escaping to race down her cheek. Peter wanted nothing more than to reach out and wipe it away but his arms were made of lead.

Before Peter could work up the energy to respond, the doors of the gym were blown off the hinges by repulsers as Tony rushed the room, suited up in his full armor and clearly panicked. “Peter!” He shouted as he stumbled out of the suit, falling to his knees next to Peter and hastily began applying his prototype nanotech bandage to the hole in Peter’s chest before rolling him on his side to repeat the process with his back.

Peter gagged at the change in position, his eyesight fading out to a pinprick of light and his hearing glitching out. The voices around him became ever more harried but Peter couldn’t make out what they were trying to say – all he knew was he was really tired. More tired than he had ever been maybe. Surely no one would mind if he took a little nap?

“Stay with me buddy,” he heard Mr. Stark say as cold, hard arms gripped under his back and knees, lifting him and causing him to nearly black out again. “Just a quick little flight to the Tower Petey,” Tony said, voice wavering and not its usual strong timbre. “Just hang with me for a few more minutes and then you can nap okay kiddo?”

“Tired,” Peter gasped out, chest seizing. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize!” Tony ordered, frantic and yelling over the wind buffeting them. When had they started flying? “Just stay awake.”

“Love May,” Peter whispered, his vision a kaleidoscope of shapes and colors that were rapidly fading. “Love you.”

“Peter!” Tony sounded so far away, Peter thought as his eyes closed against the colors and shapes and lights that were making him feel dizzy and sick.

Just a little nap.

No one would notice.

[an-infinity-of-possibilities]

🎃 👺 👻 🎭 🦻⚰️

Thank you darling! I love those. Sorry it took so long. I've had a busy week. 🎃- Do you have any Halloween traditions? I watch Coraline every Halloween, otherwise I just watch loads of horror movie that night.

👺- Best spooky story you heard? Hmm... Good question. I think it would have to be a legend we had in my town. It was said that when the bridge was built, it collapsed. Many workers lost their lives. That part is true and although it is sad, it is not really spooky. What's spooky is the rest of the story. When they were rebuilding it the new workers kept saying something just wasn't right. They kept working and the construction was almost done. Most workers were done with their days. When one of them just started moving away from where he was standing. When the others looked up they saw a man standing on the bridge. His skin was a translucid blue and there was water all around him. He seemed to be soaking wet. The workers just stopped moving. None of them understood where this man was coming. His lips were moving but no sound was coming out. One of the workers got out of his stupor and approached the man. When he saw who it was he started yelling for everyone to get away from the bridge. NOW. They all started running outside of the bridge. They were all out of breath when the man disappeared. The bridge collapsed again a few moments later. But this time no one lost their lives. The worker who told the others to run had actually worked one the first bridge. He knew something was up because... The man with the blue skin was actually his old foreman. Who had lost his life in the first collapse. It is said that when you go on the bridge late at night you can still see the foreman on the edge of it as if he was making sure everything was safe. The bridge in my town did collapse twice but I very much doubt anyone actually saw a man on the bridge. Still a nice story though

👻- Do you believe in ghosts? I do. I just don't think they are like we see in the movies. I feel they are more of a presence than actual ghosts? I don't know hahha

🎭- Favorite Halloween costume you’ve had? My Regina Mills / Evil Queen costume. I am still rather proud of it haha

🦻- fight or flight? I wanna say fight but chances are I am more of a freeze kinda person.

⚰️- Would you use a ouija board? Hmm... Maybe? Probably? Cause I like that kinda stuff but I'd be scared

[safarigirlsp]

Voting for Mills AUs Open!

I’m working on a big Mills sci fi story but it won’t be ready to release when the movie hits. So instead, I’ll open up voting for any of the following Mills AUs! Voting will be open from now until Sunday night — about 24 hours — which isn’t a lot of time, but I also need time to write something. Feel free to send in any questions.

These will all be over 10k and beyond! Each story will be Action/Adventure with Horror and Romance thrown in as appropriate. If you’re new, read the FAQs and info in my Masterlist. For anyone new who may be wondering — No, I don’t do kid fics, so don’t expect to see any of that from me at any point in Mills stories or any other character. Unless the kid is slated to meet an untimely end like Kenny on South Park, which is a running joke I’m exploring with one of me besties here 🤣

Vote by commenting or sending me a message or an ask, anonymous or otherwise! Tagging some friends, but everyone is welcome. I’m also trying to gauge interest in these ideas in general because ill probably do them all at some point. I’ll write the one that gets the most votes and hopefully have it ready to go when the movie releases!

Adventurer

Jurassic Park 🦖

Safari ( think Ghost & the Darkness, Cocaine Bear, The Beast, etc)

Treasure Hunter - Specify Period or Modern

Victorian Vampire Hunter

FBI Agent or Bounty Hunter (specify)

Vote now or forever hold your peace!

All edits by the absolutely amazing @kyloremus 💗

Tagging some buddies! 

@in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @babbushka @mrs-gucci @mrs-zimmerman @iamburdened @gabesprincess @reborn-rekall @maybe-your-left @rynwritesstuff @candycanes19 @caillea @cas-backwards-tie @queeniebee @lumberjack00fantasies @mythrielofsolitude @ghoulian13 @icarusinthesea @darkhairedmenrule @reyloaddict55 @reylokisses @fizzywoohoo @heartlight-starlight @richbrittstein @woken-ariadne @clydesfavoritegirl @bensolodyad @thepalaceofmelanie @durangoninetyfive @fax4life27 @reveluving @vedavan

[bondsmagii]

I saw your answer to an ask that mentioned Borrasca because I just finished it and I have the same thoughts. I’m so pissed at the twist. I thought it was really good and I was hoping there’d be some really scary paranormal twist and then it turns out it *is* horrific, just in a completely different, infuriating way.

I am still so annoyed over this, you have no idea. well, you probably do, seems you likely went through the same thing yourself, but oh my god. it's been years since I read Borrasca and I am still so fucking passed. I cannot STAND stories that promise something supernatural, and then turn it into some bullshit about how ~humans are the worst evil of all~. it's not deep, it's not new, it's not intelligent. to me it's a cop out. it shows a writer doesn't have the imagination or the balls to think outside the box and deliver a truly unique story.

if I want to read something about how humans are evil, there are plenty of books I can read -- both fiction or non-fiction. there are plenty of movies and documentaries about that. hell, I can just turn on the news at any point of the day and get my fix of feeling disappointment and disgust towards my fellow man. but when I pick up a supernatural horror book, or read a creepypasta, do you know what I want? I want the supernatural! I want something new! I want ghosts and demons and creatures and beings! I want a supernatural threat! I want imagination and imagery good enough to make me want to turn on a light! so if I get dragged through thousands of words of promise, and then find out at the end it's just regular old human depravity, I'm going to be pissed. it's something that can plummet a book from four or five stars to one for me.

with Borrasca specifically, I was particularly upset for two reasons. first, it started so well. the atmosphere was so creepy, there was a pervasive sense of danger and threat, and there were lots of mysteries set up that I was looking forward to discovering. then it turned out it was Man All Along, and a lot of the atmosphere and questions were just... abandoned. secondly, using rape and incest as a horror trope is just really not it. yeah, these things are horrific, but presenting a story as a creepypasta and then just writing a bunch of rape and incest, all right at the end as the big spooky reveal, just seems cheap and disrespectful. plus, as terrible as these things are... they're not supernatural. there's no reason for them to be in a story marketed as a creepypasta aside from edge points. it's clear the author just wanted to go for the most shocking thing they could think of, and I cannot stand anything used just for shock value. this would have been a shit twist in a straightforward crime thriller, but when you add in the fact that the supernatural was promised and then the author just wrote about a bunch of run of the mill perverts who can be found on literally any regular crime documentary and touted it as sooo ~spooky~ and ~deep~? lame. I want ghosts.

[massivedrickhead]

Beca doesn’t like horror movies but the Bellas make her watch one?

Well it is almost spooky season!

This kinda turned more serious than I think the prompt was intending but oh well! 

Hope you like it!

Read on AO3

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Beca Mitchell didn’t like horror movies.

She didn’t like horror TV shows.

She didn’t like scary games, ghost stories, horror novels, haunted houses - any of it.

She didn’t like being scared.

So whenever a horror movie was suggested by the Bellas for one of their Sunday movie nights, Beca would just excuse herself with an “I’m good” and leave them to it.

And Beca prides herself on being good at saying no to people. In her opinion, “no” was a complete sentence.

Until she met Chloe Beale of course.

Chloe had a way of convincing her to do things she wouldn’t normally. 

She was a hard person to say no to.

Not impossible. Just hard.

“Come on Becs,” Chloe had said, doing that irresistible pout that she did so well. “I need someone to keep me safe.” She was patting the space on the sofa next to her.

“I don’t…” Her voice trailed away, just looking at Chloe’s puppy-dog eyes. 

She could have said no.

She was about to say no.

But then Fat Amy started doing a quiet impression of a chicken, that got slowly louder.

And Beca’s an adult now. She isn’t the type to get goaded into doing something she doesn’t want to out of fear of people making fun of her.

But then Chloe let out a small giggle.

She could deal with the Bellas laughing at her.

She couldn’t deal with Chloe laughing at her.

So she gave in. She walked over to the sofa and pushed herself into the corner beside Chloe.

She didn’t even get that balloon of happiness that usually followed Chloe cuddling into her side.

She just felt dread, because she knew what was coming.

The movie itself wasn’t really that scary. The acting was bad, the story was boring, and the jump scares were predictable.

When the jump scares happened, Beca didn’t shriek like Jessica and Ashley, she didn’t squeeze her eyes shut and hide her face like Chloe, and she didn’t curse loudly like Amy.

If you were looking at her, you’d guess that the film was having no effect whatsoever, but Chloe could feel how tense she was beneath her. She could feel her body quietly jerk at each scare. Could hear her heart beating beneath her head.

20 minutes towards the end of the movie, Amy excused herself from the group. 

“Booty calls!” She said, pulling on her shoes and coat, preparing to head to her midnight rendezvous with Bumper.

“Are you going to be out all night?” Beca asked, speaking for the first time since the movie started.

“That’s usually how it goes,” Amy said. “Don’t wait up. In fact, don’t expect to see me for about a week.”

Chloe felt Beca deflate beneath her, and was about to ask if she was okay, before Stacie hit play on the movie, and she was pulled back in.

When the movie finished, Chloe sat up and stretched her back.

“Thanks for keeping me safe,” she said to Beca with a wink. Her smile faltered when she saw the expression on Beca’s face. She looked almost angry. “Are you okay?”

“Please,” Beca said, her voice quiet so only Chloe could hear, “please don’t ask me to do that again.”

Chloe looked puzzled. “Are you really… it wasn’t that scary.”

“The movie isn’t the problem,” Beca said. “It’s what comes next.”

Chloe opened her mouth to ask Beca to elaborate, but she was already walking up the stairs without saying goodnight to any of them.

“What’s up with her?” Stacie asked, helping Chloe tidy up as the other Bellas started filing off to bed.

“I dunno,” Chloe replied. “Should I go check on her?”

Stacie shrugged. “She’s probably just annoyed that she had to watch a dumb movie instead of working on her mixes or something.”

Chloe didn’t think that was it, but she hadn’t liked the look on Beca’s face after the movie had ended. She didn’t deal with people being upset with her well, and she wasn’t even sure what she’d done wrong. If Beca really hadn’t wanted to watch the movie, she should have just said so.

Plus she knew by now that pushing Beca to talk about something that she didn’t want to talk about would only make her clam up more.

So Chloe decided to let her cool off on her own.

Beca knew where she was if she wanted to talk.

-

Beca felt okay while she could still hear the rest of the Bellas milling around the house.

From her attic room she could just make out the sound of them climbing the stairs to their respective floors. She could hear them calling out sleepy goodnights to each other, and she could hear indistinct chattering and soft giggling coming from Jessica and Ashley’s room for a little while after.

It’s when the house finally fell silent that Beca knew she was in trouble.

When the sounds of muffled voices and soft footsteps were replaced by the house creaking and the wind whistling through the shoddy window she could never fully close.

When the shadows in the corners of her room began morphing into figures.

She could already feel the familiar cramping in her legs and the cold sweat running down her back.

She wished Amy was here.

Closing her eyes was no good because she was too terrified that there would be someone there when she opened them. Watching her. Waiting for her.

Her bedside lamp stayed on, and she fumbled for her laptop, searching for something to play to drown out the horrible silence. 

Her hands shook as she loaded up her iTunes library, hitting play on the first song her curser fell on.

She hoped it would be enough to keep her mind from wandering. From spiralling.

She knew she’d get no sleep tonight. She wouldn’t let herself.

She was in for a rough few nights.

As a child she’d been plagued by nightmares and night terrors. She’d spent so many nights curled beneath her blanket, legs tucked against her chest. Her legs would cramp and ache but she couldn’t stretch them out until she saw the sun the next morning. Because while the room was dark, she knew hands were waiting to pull at her legs the second she moved them.

She wouldn’t allow herself to feel the relief of the cold bedroom air on her face until sunlight had driven the shadows away from her.

Her parents had always said the same things to her.

It’s just a dream.

They can’t hurt you.

None of it is real.

Go back to bed, you’re too old for this now.

So eventually she stopped telling them about it.

She knew the nightmares weren’t real, but the fear was.

Her nightmares had gradually stopped during her teen years, but they would always come back with a vengeance whenever she gave them the opportunity.

When she was at a sleepover aged 14, and her friends had put on the Blair Witch Project, she’d been too embarrassed to say no.

And really, the film was fine. Not particularly scary.

But it was what came after.

The mostly sleepless night punctuated by nightmares. The moving shadows around the room that looked like hands reaching for her. The sound of the cat scratching at the door, and the dog whining - constantly whining - from the next room.

When morning came and her mom and her boyfriend arrived to pick her up, she could honestly say she’d never been so happy to see them. 

She thought that would be it, but the next night was the same, and the night after that.

She got in trouble for falling asleep in class and her mom had confiscated her laptop, assuming Beca had been up all night making mixes again. 

Beca couldn’t tell her the truth.

After a few days the nightmares and the gripping fear faded away, and Beca vowed never to let it happen again. 

She knew if she allowed that door to be opened, her mind would start to spiral as soon as the credits on the movie rolled. 

If she read creepy stories online like a lot of her friends in high school did, she was fine until she closed out the tab and tried to sleep.

Ghost stories around a campfire were fun and games until the fire went out and Beca was alone with nothing but her thoughts.

So she’d stopped doing those things that triggered this response in her. 

None of it was worth it. 

There was no movie good enough to warrant the terror and the three or four sleepless nights that would follow.

Beca was good at saying no.

No was a complete sentence.

And now she’d screwed up.

With her eyes fixed on the shadow standing beside her door, she curled herself up on her bed, feeling every bit as small and scared as she had done as child.

It was going to be a long night.

-

Chloe entered the kitchen the next morning to find Beca sitting at the table, her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee.

“Morning,” she said, trying to sound casual, and not at all worried that, for some reason, Beca was mad at her.

Beca jumped slightly before looking up. “Morning,” she said. 

She looked terrible.

“You’re up early,” Chloe said, trying to gauge Beca’s mood.

“Didn’t really sleep,” Beca said, rubbing at her eyes.

“You don’t have class until this afternoon, right? Why not go take a nap?”

Beca just smiled and shook her head.

Chloe thought about what Beca had said the night before.

The movie isn’t the problem. It’s what comes next.

“Are you okay?”

And Beca thought about telling her, but she still felt embarrassed. 

She was 21 now - a legal adult - she shouldn’t still be too scared to sleep after watching a film that wasn’t even that scary. About how she couldn’t take a nap now, because soon she’d be the only person in the house, and she couldn’t deal with that silence. 

She remembered the giggle that Chloe had let out when Amy had called her a chicken.

She didn’t want Chloe to laugh at her again.

“I’m fine,” Beca said.

-

That night, Chloe had woken up to use the bathroom at about 2 am. 

On her way back to bed she happened to glance up at Beca’s room. She could see light spilling out from under her door, and she thought she could hear the sound of muffled voices followed by canned laughter.

She assumed Beca had fallen asleep watching Netflix on her laptop again.

The light was unusual, but it didn’t worry Chloe too much.

Beca had looked exhausted that morning, so Chloe assumed she’d fallen asleep before turning it off for the night.

She made her way back to bed.

-

The next morning, Beca looked worse, but she had been hurrying off to an early class and Chloe didn’t have a chance to ask her if she was okay.

She vowed to talk to her properly when she got home that night.

When she arrived home after her last class of the day, the kitchen was full of noise and energy. 

Every Tuesday, the Bellas made and ate dinner together. It was the one night of the week they were all guaranteed to be there - along with Sunday movie nights. 

“Where’s Beca?” Chloe asked, surprised she wasn’t in there with them. 

“Dunno,” Stacie said, adding another pinch of salt to the dish they were making, despite Cynthia Rose’s objections. 

“She went through to the living room when she got home,” Cynthia Rose said. “But she looked kinda beat to be honest, maybe she just went straight to bed.”

Chloe headed into the living room, expecting to see Beca’s bag or shoes dropped haphazardly on the floor (as she so often did) but not expecting to see the girl herself.

Beca was tucked into the corner of the sofa, her head resting on her folded arms, fast asleep.

Chloe didn’t want to wake her, but she knew Beca would end up with a sore neck and pains in her arms and legs if she left her sleeping like this.

She reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of Beca’s face. 

“Hey,” Chloe said softly. “Wake up.”

Beca groaned and tried to push Chloe’s hand away.

“Come on,” Chloe said, laughing lightly, “you can’t sleep like this, you’ll hurt your neck.”

After some more quiet coaxing, Beca eventually sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“What’s going on with you?” Chloe asked, hoping she’d get a truthful answer, knowing that Beca’s defences were weaker when she was like this.

“‘m tired,” she mumbled. 

“Did you not sleep again last night?”

Beca shook her head and yawned.

“Why don’t you go to bed? You’ll be able to get some proper sleep without the listening to that racket.”

“I like it,” Beca said. 

“The noise?”

Beca nodded, and rubbed at her eyes again, trying to wake herself up. “Makes me feel safe.”

“Okay,” Chloe said, not really understanding. “Do you want to come help with dinner then?”

Beca looked like she wanted to say something else, but she seemed to be more aware of herself now she was waking up, and so shook her head.

“I think I’m just gonna go to bed,” Beca said. “Can you tell the others I’m sick or something?”

“Yeah, okay,” Chloe said, frowning as she watched Beca make her way upstairs.

-

Chloe found it hard to sleep that night. She was worried about Beca.

It was after midnight when she left her room to look and see if Beca’s light was on again.

It was.

This time she could hear the soft sounds of The Simpsons coming from her room.

She knew The Simpsons was Beca’s comfort TV, and that spurred her on to take the stairs two at at time.

She knocked lightly on her door, and the voice of Marge Simpson was stopped mid sentence. 

She could hear sheets rustling, but no one told her to come in.

“Beca?” She asked softly, just in case Beca was asleep.

There was a pause, and then “Chloe?”

Something in Beca’s voice made her heart hurt.

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Chloe turned the handle and almost cried at the sight.

Beca’s eyes were red rimmed with almost purple bags under them. Her hair was mostly tied up in a messy ponytail, but strands had fallen out and were stuck to Beca’s face with what she assumed was sweat.

Her hands were shaking as they gripped the edges of her blanket, and her eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

“Beca,” Chloe said softly, unsure what else to say.

And then the tears in Beca’s eyes were falling 

“Sorry,” Beca said, her voice catching in her throat. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Chloe said, sitting beside her on the bed and softly, pulling her into a hug. “Don’t be sorry. What is it?”

“You’ll laugh at me,” Beca said, wiping her eyes with her hands.

“Of course I won’t,” Chloe said. “I’m worried about you. Talk to me.”

Eventually, Beca told her all of it.

Told her about the paralysing fear that gripped her as soon as she was alone at night. 

About the nightmares she was too scared to sleep and face.

She told her about it all.

And Chloe kept her word and didn’t laugh.

Not that she would have anyway. She didn’t find anything funny about this.

“I’m so sorry,” Chloe said, once Beca had finished speaking. “Beca I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I wouldn’t have asked you to watch it if I’d known.” She pressed her lips against the side of Beca’s head and held her close. “I need you to know that you can say no to me. Even if I’m being all pouty. If you don’t want to do something, you can absolutely say no.”

“I know,” Beca said, her voice rough now. “I just didn’t want you to make fun of me.”

Chloe felt a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry,” she said again.

“It isn’t your fault. We all tease each other all the time. You didn’t know this was a serious thing,” Beca said, feeling relief as the fear started ebbing away. 

“I’m still sorry,” Chloe said. “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?”

“I don’t think I have much choice,” Beca said. “Will you stay? Please?”

“Of course,” Chloe said. She got into the bed properly beside Beca and covered them both with the blanket. She hit play on The Simpsons again and pulled Beca so she was resting her head on her chest.

She could see Beca fighting keep her eyes open as they watched, but it was a battle she couldn’t win.

“Hey,” Chloe said, softly. “It’s okay. I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Please don’t leave.”

“I promise,” Chloe said. “Close your eyes.”

As if Beca had been waiting for permission, her eyes closed and her body relaxed against Chloe’s.

“Don’t leave,” she mumbled.

“I’m not going anywhere.”