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The man hefted his bounty in his hand, the fur still warm.

where is my skin... the animal thought desperately, feeling the blood drip from its skull. -

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just trying to broaden my writing, ABSOLUTELY LATE but i still love the two sentence horror story things :)

also feel free to use any of my writing for an inspiration! just please be sure to credit me or link me for the idea! i dont mind!

Mine was the Russian Sleep Experiment read by Mr.Creepypasta

Everyone should reblog this with their one personal favorite internet horror story (r/nosleep, etc.), not necessarily the most popular but the one that will live rent free in the back of your mind for the rest of your life.

in terms of short stories, "scarecrow" by alyssa wong is amazing imo, it's body horror with a touch of gay. highly recommend

Are you one of the frightened? 🐈‍⬛

Shout out to my favorite LGBTQ+ content creator! @pastraspec! Figured I’d do something special for Pride Month and why not show some appreciation for one of my favorite creators!

DOAI! Clyde: Murder….

Mascot! Clyde: Brother, eeuugghh!

In all honesty, they make some great content and they are one of the few commentary/review creators that is more positive than negative. That’s really something special! They’ve even inspired me to create my own horror story/creepypasta. Although, that will be on a different blog…don’t wanna break the immersion…

Random, but a really handy way to make things seem creepy or wrong in horror is to make them incongruously neat or clean:

In the middle of a horrific battlefield, you find one corpse laid aside neatly, straightened and arranged, its arms crossed neatly across its chest

As you walk through the garden, you gradually realise that the oddness you’ve been noticing about the trees is that they are all perfectly symmetrical

As you move through the abandoned house, you realise that suddenly that there’s no dust in this room, no dirt or cobwebs

You hear hideous noises coming from behind a locked door, screams and pleas, and visceral sounds of violence. When you manage to break down the door, there is no one there, and the room is perfectly spotless

In the middle of a horrific battlefield, a hollow full of churned mud and blood, you find five corpses cleanly dismembered, each set of limbs or parts neatly laid out in their own little row

You witness a murder, a brutal, grisly killing that carpets the area in blood. When you return in a blind panic with the authorities, the scene is completely clean, and no amount of examination can find even a drop of blood

You run through the night and the woods with a comrade, pulling each other through leaves and twigs and mud as you scramble desperately towards freedom. When you finally emerge from the forest, in the grey light of dawn, you turn to your companion in relief, and notice that their clothes are somehow perfectly clean

You hand a glass of water to your suspect, talking casually the whole while, and watch with satisfaction as they take it in their bare hand and take a drink. There’ll be a decent set of prints to run from that later. Except there isn’t. There are no prints at all. As if nothing ever touched the glass

You browse idly through your host’s catalogue, and stop, and pay much more attention, when you realise that several items on a dry list of acquisitions are ones you’ve seen before, and it slowly dawns on you that each neat little object and number in this neat little book are things that belong (belonged?) to people you know

Neatness, particularly incongruous neatness, neatness where you expect violence or imperfection or abandonment, or neatness that you belatedly realise was hiding violence, or neatness that is imposed over violence, is incredibly scary. Because neatness is not a natural thing. Neatness requires some active force to have come through and made it so. Neatness implies that the world around you is being arranged, maybe to hide things, to disguise things, to make you doubt your senses, or else simply according to something else’s desires. Neatness is active and artificial. Neatness puts things, maybe even people, into neat little boxes according to something else’s ideals, and that’s terrifying as well. Being objectified. Being asked to fit categories that you’re not sure you can fit, and wondering what will happen to the bits of you that don’t.

Neatness, essentially, says that something else is here. Neatness where there should be chaos says that either something came and changed things, or that what you’re seeing now or what you saw then is not real. Neatness alongside violence says that something came through here for whom violence did not mean the same thing as it does to you.

Neatness, in the right context, in the right place, can be very, very scary

And fun

I will be reading this in the future and highly recommend you all do too. I started it and it's already amazing.

Echoes of the Past

By Horror73

The house had sat vacant for years. New owners came and went, none able to spend more than a night in the infamous home.

Sometimes the truth is more frightening than fiction.

Madame Delphine MacCarthy Lalaurie was a wealthy New Orleans socialite and notorious enslaver. In 1832, Madame Lalaurie moved into a neoclassical mansion at the intersection of today’s Royal and Governor Nicholls Streets with her third husband Dr. Leonard Louis Nicolas Lalaurie. Madame Lalaurie hosted many lavish parties there. However, through the years, information surfaced about her gross mistreatment of enslaved people.

On April 10, 1834, a fire broke out in the Lalaurie mansion. A group of onlookers gathered outside of the home as it burned. According to The New Orleans Bee, the city’s French-language newspaper, firefighters discovered “seven slaves, more or less horribly mutilated” locked inside the building as they attempted to control the flames. The Bee went on to condemn the “barbarous and fiendish atrocities committed by the woman Lalaurie upon the persons of her slaves.” The firefighters brought these enslaved people to the Cabildo.

As word of Lalauries’ abusive actions surfaced, neighbors became enraged. According to The Bee, a crowd of 4,000 people gathered at the Cabildo. Neighbors ransacked the mansion and destroyed what was left of the burned mansion. The Lalauries fled to Lake Pontchartrain and ultimately relocated to Paris. Madame Lalaurie died in Paris, but it is believed her body was brought back to New Orleans and buried at the St. Louis Cemetery.

Many had owned the house since that time and it had been used as apartments, private residence, and even a school but bad luck befell anyone who owed the home….Nicolas Cage fell into bankruptcy after owning it less than a week.

The house was yearning for a new occupant to torment much the same as the spirits that occupied the house had been tormented in their prior lives.

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Eve sat in her office drinking a glass of cold ice tea. It was extremely hot on this hazy Monday morning and the humidity level had to be close to 80 percent.

She had been hired to find out what happened to a famous paranormal investigator who had gone missing in the Lalaurie Mansion. She was writing a story about the mansion for her new book and had decided to spend one night to see if the stories of ghostly apparitions and screaming phantoms was indeed true. The next morning when the realtor went to unlock the house she found the writer had vanished. No signs of foul play and the doors were all locked from the inside. Her belongings were all sitting in the spare room untouched.

Eve knew enough about New Orleans history that the mansion was bad news. NOBODY spent any type of time in the home alone. When a cleaning crew was brought in , they cleaned in pairs and the attic was off limits. Eve had decided that her visit would be no exception, she contacted her friend Allie, who was a tough as nails security contractor to join her. They planned on meeting outside the mansion at 4pm.

Allie was right on time as Eve had expected. Her prior military training had never left her after her three tours in Iraq.

They walked into the mansion wishing for the best but fearing the worst.

After storing their gear, they began searching the house, never leaving sight of each other. Allie was as tough as they came but she was also a New Orleans native and knew the brutal stories of misfortune that plagued the mansion.

They went floor by floor, finding nothing…no signs of struggle, blood, footprints. The house was spotless and looked like it had been frozen in time for the last decade.

Eve looked at her phone. “Its almost midnight, let’s call it a night and come back in the morning”

Allie nodded and made her way to the door…it wouldn’t budge. They checked the servant’s entrance and found the door jammed in the same manner.

“Somebody or Something doesn’t want us leaving” said Allie

“Let me call the realtor” said Eve. She pulled out her phone…no signal.

They were trapped.

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They ultimately decided they had no choice, they would have to spend the night. They decided to sleep in the great room since it was well lit and only one doorway in and out. They were going to sleep in shifts and Allie had first watch.

As the clock ticked later and later the atmosphere of the house began to change. The temperature had to have dropped 20 degrees. Allie swore she could feel a dark presence around them.

The lights began to flicker and the lights went out.

“Eve, wake up…we got a situation here” said Allie in a whispered tone.

Eve groggily woke up and grabbed her flashlight from her bag.

They began to hear moaning and footsteps coming from the second floor. Allie loaded a clip into her 9mm and grabbed her flashlight.

They walked up to the second floor and froze, at the end of the hallway was a ghostly apparition. It turned around and looked at them angrily.

“Why are you in my home” it screamed

The specter ran towards them at full speed. Allie fired two shots at it with no effect. Then it was gone.

They heard screams, human screams coming from the floor above.

“It’s coming from the attic” said Eve

They slowly made their way up the stairs. The screams and moaning was getting louder. They made their way to the attic door and slowly pushed it open.

The smell they encountered was a mix of burning flesh and rot. The room was a torture chamber with spectral entities trapped in each cell.

“It’s the spirits of the slaves who were trapped and tortured here” said Eve sorrowfully.

“Look” screamed Allie. “It’s the writer”

The writer was trapped in a cell barely big enough to sit or stand. They slowly made their way toward the cell when the same angry apparition who they had encountered below appeared.

“Under whose authority were you given permission to trespass in my home and steal my slaves” she screamed. “You both are never leaving and are trapped here forever”

Allie pulled her pistol out knowing it was useless but Eve looked around the room. In the corner she saw a small piece of iron rebar, probably used to make the cell bars. She grabbed it and swung it at the apparition. The specter screamed and was gone.

They quickly made their way to the cell door and freed the writer and quickly made their way down the stairs.

The lights began to flicker and the temperature began to get colder and colder.

“If we don’t get out soon we are going to freeze to death” said Allie through chattering teeth.

Eve tried the door to no avail. The spirits were trying to trap them there. She grabbed a chair and tossed it through the window shattering it into a thousand pieces. They quickly but carefully climbed through the damaged frame and made it outside. As soon as they made it to the street the noise all stopped.

The writer thanked them as they walked towards Eve’s car.

“ I guess the stories were all true” said the writer in an exhaustive tone.

All Eve could do was nod her head. They had survived a night in the Lalaurie Mansion.

Thank you to @samcrosfaith for portraying Eve and @raceyrhymes for portraying Allie. You’ll definitely see these two in stories down the road.

Hey, guys, so I have decided to write a short story for Halloween this year. So, here is a sneak peek. I hope you like it 😄🎃👻

THE SLEEPOVER

A Halloween Special 

Synopsis

WHEN SHY NEWCOMER, LILY RYAN, is dared by the most popular girl in school to spend the night in the haunted Anderson Manor, she reluctantly agrees, hoping to finally fit in. The decaying mansion, shrouded in eerie legends of tragedy and restless spirits, soon reveals its dark secrets. As the night unfolds, Lily, along with her friends, Maya Harper and Kai Williams, must confront not only the supernatural but also their own fears and insecurities. In the heart of the haunted house, they will discover that some dares are far more dangerous than they seem, and fitting in might come at a terrifying price.

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Epigraph

" They thought the scariest part was the house, but it was what they found within themselves that truly haunted them. "

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THE SLEEPOVER | (meet the cast)

LILY RYAN

(ASHLEIGH CUMMINGS)

THE NEW GIRL

"Ghosts? Oh, please! Give me a break. The only thing haunting that place is a bad paint job and a couple of overgrown weeds."

CLAIRE RYAN

(TONI COLLETTE)

THE DEPRESSED MOTHER

"Just remember, Lily, every new beginning is a chance to be exactly who you want to be. Take a deep breath, and know that no matter what happens, you've got this."

ETHAN CLARKE 

(JORDAN RODRIGUES)

THE PRETTY BOY

"This dare might be crazy, but it sounds like the perfect way for me to prove, despite popular belief, I'm not Shay's little bitch. Besides, I've always wanted a story to tell about the time I out-ghosted a haunted house."

SHAY TAYLOR 

(SAMARA WEAVING)

THE HBIC

"The manor's been abandoned for decades, it's the perfect place for a little sleepover. What do you say? Are you brave enough to spend a night here and see if the legend is true?"

MAYA HARPER 

(CHARLOTTE BEST)

THE ECCENTRIC BEST FRIEND

"Oh, come on, Kai! If you're scared of a little creak, you'll never survive the ghosts. Just think of it as the house's way of saying 'hello'." 

KAI WILLIAMS 

(JAMES MAJOOS)

THE GAY BEST FRIEND

"Seriously?! If that noise was a ghost, I'm officially done. I did not sign up for ghost hunting; I signed up for snacks and a movie marathon!"

JESSICA TURNER

(CAITLIN STASEY)

THE MEAN GIRL

"Just remember, if you hear anything strange or feel a chill, you're not alone."

SOPHIE MITCHELL 

(INDIANA EVANS)

THE SECRET SWEETHEART 

"It's the rules. You want in. All you gotta do is survive a night here. We all did."

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THE ANDERSON FAMILY

Phoebe Tonkin as Eleanor Anderson 

Liam Hemsworth as Thomas Anderson 

Mckenna Grace as Charlotte Anderson 

Violet McGraw as Lucy Anderson 

Julian Hilliard as William Anderson 

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DISCLAIMER: I OWN all rights to this story, its plot and its characters.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the gifs that are used throughout this book. However, on rare occasions I will use gifs I find on google, which I will clarify. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights to those should go to the rightful creator. I also DO the collages, covers, tags and trailers that are made. However plain images such as, outfits, homes and vehicles, are made by A.I.

⚠️ R18+ ⚠️: violence, coarse language, alcohol abuse, mental health issue, self harm, talks of sexuality, discrimination, bullying, possible gore, death and suicide will appear in this book.

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STARTED : August 4, 2024

PUBLISHED : August 6, 2024

COMING SOON : October 31, 2024 

All of Junji Ito’s Horror comics.

Junji Ito Masterpost

Layers of Fear

My Dear Ancestors

A Deserter in the House

Glyceride

The Enigma of Amigara Fault

Splatter Film

The Groaning Drain

The Bridge

The Window Next Door

The Chill

Library of Illusions

Lingering Farewell

Hallucinations

Army of One

The Back Alley

The Hanging Balloons

House of Puppets [Part 1] [Part 2]

Gyo

Cat Diary

Things That Drifted Ashore

Long Dream

The Woman Next Door

Children of the Earth

Hell o’ Dollies

Human Chair

[I’ll add more as I find it]

shuichi saito is trans terfs can go fuck themselves :]

I’m telling you that if God is real, he don’t like women cuz this is the type of men he be leaving for us to date and marry.

I’m telling you that if God is real, he don’t like women cuz this is the type of men he be leaving for us to date and marry.

I’m telling you that if God is real, he don’t like women cuz this is the type of men he be leaving for us to date and marry.

ARCHIVE: Nothing Ahead of Us pt.1 (Evan's Intro)

Written by JuniperDugong (Search JuniperDugong on TikTok for the up-to-date story)

My daily duty of promoting my own stuff while doom scrolling lmao

ARCHIVE: Nothing Ahead of Us pt.1 (Evan's Intro)

Written by JuniperDugong (Search JuniperDugong on TikTok for the up-to-date story)

Welcome (･ω<)☆

Hello and welcome my loves! I am JuniperDugong. || 20yrs old || Queer || AAPI || Affiliated networks: @k-labels

I write A LOT of fluffy domestic stuff and things based on the strange, obscure, and weird, teetering on horror concepts. If that's your thing then welcome babe! I occasionally interact with 18+ stuff, so beware when scrolling through my blog!!!

Multifandom: Seventeen, BTS, Jujustu Kaisen, Frieren: Beyond Journeys End, Dungeon Meshi, Kimetsu no Yaiba (+ others! Literally just ask)

Requests: OPEN (Please read my guidelines before requesting)

Last updated: 10/11/2024

All work belongs to @juniperdugong. Do NOT repost, modify, translate or plagiarize without permission on ANY other platforms.

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Welcome (･ω<)☆

Hello and welcome my loves! I am JuniperDugong. || 20yrs old || Queer || AAPI || Affiliated networks: @k-labels

I write A LOT of fluffy domestic stuff and things based on the strange, obscure, and weird, teetering on horror concepts. If that's your thing then welcome babe! I occasionally interact with 18+ stuff, so beware when scrolling through my blog!!!

Multifandom: Seventeen, BTS, Jujustu Kaisen, Frieren: Beyond Journeys End, Dungeon Meshi, Kimetsu no Yaiba (+ others! Literally just ask)

Requests: OPEN (Please read my guidelines before requesting)

Last updated: 10/11/2024

All work belongs to @juniperdugong. Do NOT repost, modify, translate or plagiarize without permission on ANY other platforms.

Masterlists

Seventeen Masterlist (Perfection Pt.6 OUT NOW) Anime Fics Masterlist

I was in a CreepyPasta mood.

Time to put a name to a date! Chapters 1 and 2 of GREY MATTER: CNIDARIA will be released for free this February 15th!

The comic will be published on Deviantart, Tapas, Webtoon, Twitter, Bluesky, and Tumblr.

The links to Tapas and Webtoon will be added to this post on release!

(Click the 'keep reading' for more information about the comic!)

GREY MATTER: CNIDARIA is a mystery and psychological horror comic The story follows Sojiro Tsutsumi, a detective recovering from a traumatic incident. Case by case, the bustling city he lives in--Asobi--falls apart into something surreal and strange. Will Sojiro discover why Asobi is unraveling around him, or will he die trying?

GREY MATTER: CNIDARIA is unofficially rated as MATURE (18+). The comic will contain gore, implied sexual content, violence, body horror, and themes of abuse, paranoia, and psychosis. Engage with CNIDARIA at your own risk and comfort. Trigger warnings will be given on each page or chapter as needed.

It's getting closer to Halloween and I've been watching some fun horror movies for October, so I thought I'd share the creepiest dream I've ever had with the horror side of tumblr:

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It started off fairly nice... or so I thought. I had dozed off for a nap in our bed, when my partner came home early from work. He woke me up as he climbed in to the bed beside me, and at first I was happy to see him.

Except... something was off. He was wearing this weird new hat that shaded his face, and he wouldn't quite look up at me.

As we talked, I started getting this creeping feeling of discomfort that just got stronger and stronger the longer he kept his head tilted down. Finally, I demanded that he look at me, and he started tipping his head up. Just as I was about to see his face - not my partner's face - someone called my name from the doorway.

My partner was standing in the doorway, having just gotten home.

And there was no one in the bed beside me.

So okay. At first, I'm thinking that this is fine. Clearly I hadn't actually woken up before, but now I was awake and my partner was actually home this time.

But the more he talked to me from the doorway, the more I realized that something was wrong again. For one thing, his face was covered by some things on his dresser next to the door, and he wouldn't come any further into the room. He kept reassuring me that it was really him this time, but he had a new excuse for why he couldn't every time I asked him to come all the way into the room.

As I started to realize that there was no one in the doorway, either, my partner called my name again.

From our closet.

The sense of dread did not go away this time as I turned towards the closet, just in time to see my partner turning away from me and moving further into our closet. (Now, bear in mind that this was not a very deep closet.) He kept moving further in, and as he did so he told me to follow him because he'd found something.

There was a tunnel in our closet.

(A tunnel that clearly lead somewhere Bad.)

And he was going into the tunnel.

At this point, I knew that wasn't my partner, either. So I tried to call out to whatever-the-hell he was, to speak or to scream or to get up and just get out of there... but I couldn't. I couldn't get up. I couldn't scream. I couldn't even speak. I was just stuck, watching this person (this creature? this thing?) pretending to be my partner disappear down this mysterious tunnel that had appeared in our bedroom closet, and I could still hear my partner's voice telling me to follow him.

And the more I tried to scream, the less I could make any sound at all.

Until finally I woke up, gasping for air, but finally awake for real.

...hopefully.