#salems lot

[themightypuella]

Curse of Strahd

Inspired on the Salem's lot (Stephen King) and Opus Eponymous (Ghost) covers.

[shane-west]

👻SAMANTHA’S SPOOKTOBER 👻 ↳ Salem's Lot (1979) Dir. Tobe Hooper

[whumpypepsigal]

'Salem’s Lot (2024): “You all right?”

[jensens-ackles]

👻 SARA'S SPOOKTOBER 🎃 ↳ SALEMS LOT (1979) Dir. Tobe Hooper

[floydsglasses]

𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕃𝕠𝕥 (2024) 𝕒𝕤 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕤 ℂ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤

*DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION*

[ihartcrunchygrapes]

@lew.pull on tiktok!! this edit flopped so bad on that platform, that i had to delete it completely!! hopefully this time it reaches the right audience lmao😭

[rosesvioletshardy]

this was so sexy of him

[weak-hero]

move aside tens, eleven is here

[pulpsandcomics2]

Salems Lot

[sorchathered]

Alright babes, I’ve decided.

I’m gonna participate in kinktober!

Requests will be for Bob, Jake, Ryan from Yellowstone, Rhett, Walker from Yellowstone, Elliot Stabler, Sonny Carisi, Dean Winchester, and Ben Mears.

Make your requests! I’m ready for the filth! 🥵

[versipellesh]

whistle in the dark || b. mears.

series concept drabble

summary: nature always has a way seeking to balance herself out, when a vampiric outbreak clouds a small town she sends a fur covered blessing

note: so at the moment this is stand alone and just a need for me to get concept out of my head,, im a big all things werewolf (it's my tism interest) but a ben mears x werewolf!reader fic // i wrote this to blood upon the snow by hozier because it's a vibe. also no beta reader, i just went apeshit with this

word count: 1278

The unsteady creak of the old stairs of the house echoed in the unfinished basement. Ben’s footsteps were a bit unsteady, the eerily silence that had been turned into the sound of flesh being torn into filled the cellar as he continued downwards. He had left Mark at the top of the stairs, the upper part of the house had been torn to hell and back. It was clear a struggle had taken place, blood spattering floors and walls was the first tell to them that they had gotten to you. But the sudden chunks or patches of what looked like skin coated in a slimy substance paired with claw marks that almost looked like a bear that followed a trail of blood and wet epidermis painted a far more concerning picture.

The flashlight in his hand shook slightly, the faded light barely illuminating the basement that’s only other source of light was from the small basement windows. Golden hues had been slipping in casting long shadows over the walls and shelving. There wasn’t much that seemed to be stored away, boxes that hadn’t been touched in sometime that were left to be claimed to be dust of time. He had been down here once with you when he had stopped by, it was far more organized then. Whatever struggle had occurred upstairs looked like it had gotten worse down in the cold basement. Boxes were strewn and memories scattered about, blood painting sections and metal shelves bent and snapped in ways they should have been.

Ben almost stumbled on the last step, his boot slipping on a particular slick part. It was a mixture of blood, membrane and skin like something had almost shed. “Fuck.” Was the only word that had left his lips the moment he almost ate it, his free hand reaching out to steady on the railing but was only met with the sticky residue of blood. His hand recoiled, blue eyes glancing at the dark red stain on his skin. He could feel the bile raise in the back of his throat but he pushed it down. He haphazardly wiped it on his jeans as he did his best to step out of the bio-hazard of a mess at the bottom of the stairs.

His flashlight scanned the wide and mess torn space. The sounds had gotten louder now he was down there. He didn’t know exactly what it sounded like but there was that sickly sound of flesh being torn from thew. It did nothing to settle the pit in his stomach as the sounds of something growling and grunting followed the sounds of flesh being torn away for whatever had been the poor creature to be attacked. He swallowed quietly, almost jumping out of his skin when he heard Mark whisper yell down the stairs.

“Is she here?” The boy asked.

Ben’s blue eyes flickered to the basement then back up the stairs at Mark. He wasn’t sure what to say, he knew he couldn’t lie to the boy. He was smart and probably would have figured it out if he had said no.

“I’m not sure. Just stay up there.” Ben told him. He watched as the boy nodded, pushing his glasses up his face as Mark settled to sit at the top of the stairs.

Ben re-centered himself as he flicked the flashlight around. He felt a sense of dread boil in his system as he made his way through the carnage that covered the basement. He wasn’t sure if it was the anxiety that you weren’t alive and one of those bastards had gotten to you but it felt different. Like staring into the unknown and seeing the void blink back at you. The writer moved quietly through the broken and shoved over shelves, the warm light of the flashlight flickering over the steel bars of the shelves. He could see bits of skin caught on areas, blood was painted about like some gothic picture and then the clothing. He had stopped halfway when he had caught sight of that flannel shirt that he had often seen you wear over thinner t-shirts.

It was tattered and blood soaked, some of the fleshy membrane clung to it. The bloody slim touched his skin and he stumbled back. It was still warm yet so foreign. In the process of stumbling back, his long legs tripped over one of the toppled shelves and his world was suddenly tipping to the side. He didn’t have much time to brace himself as he hit the cold concrete floor. He cracked his head against it and the world blurred for a moment. Everything became dizzy for a moment as pain flooded his body. Ben let out a groan as he slowly flipped himself around. His large hand met the warm substance. It took a brief moment for him to realize what it was, the tangy smell of blood assaulting his senses.

A primal fear flooded his body as he began to shake. The sounds of something eating were crystal clear now and so were those animal-like noises. As his vision focused again, what he had been expecting was to see your lifeless corpse being drained of your blood, blank eyes staring back at him and that the blood he had touched was yours. But it wasn’t, it wasn’t even close to what he had been thinking to see.

There was a body, it was definitely someone from the Lot that had turned. Pale skin that was stained with crimson and bloodshot eyes wide in horror. Their chest cavity had been torn straight through and their head was barely attached at the spine. It was the thing that was hunched over the body that he wasn’t sure what he was looking at. He couldn’t call it human, elongated limbs that ended in long paws and a wiry body as a blood streaked maw ripped into the chest of the vampire. The fur was the color of your hair, most of it was semi long until it got to the head of the beast where it came down in drapes covering half lidded eyes as the beast partook in its kill. A short tail long loosely as the beast was crouched, a large human yet canine-like paw held the body down as it ripped at the viscera of the corpse.

The flashlight had fallen out of his hand and it had seemingly been knocked loose somewhere as it was off before it had started flickering. The dim light caught the eyes of the beast, those eyes that were all to human like but also animal at once widened and the beast stopped. Ben’s icy hues caught the beast's stuffy moment of staring each other down filled the room. The beast made a low growl as it lifted its maw, slick with blood and meat as it stood up. It was almost the size of a horse, muscles ripping and the remains of clothing still clung to its form. The only indication that it was you was that charm that you always wore around your necklace, a worn bronze pendant that now seemed to be more a collar than a necklace.

It was at that moment the chilling realization hit Ben. If vampires existed then surely other things had too, it was hard to swallow the first truth but it was another to realize that what he was seeing in front of him was another creature of legend.

A werewolf.

All he seemed to understand was two things, that it was you and that what you were seemed to be something natural that could fend off a bloodsucker.

tags: @delopsia @lewmagoo @rhettmotel

[whumpypepsigal]

'Salem’s Lot (2024): “Run, Mark, run!”

[flight-to-mars]

The Master.

[floydsglasses]

"LEAVE HIM ALONE HE IS JUST A BOY!!"

The boy in question is a grown man who cant stop dying or getting covered in blood

[doomreturn]

Salem's Lot (1979)

[fulltimecatwitch]

Mark Petrie when he found out there were vampires in Salem's Lot