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GORETOBER 2023

Day 13: Witch

CONTAINS -> OPEN WOUNDS, BURNING FLESH

Giggles stepped onto the stage, clad in her black robes and pointed hat, ready to commence the scene where she would be burned at the stake by the villagers. She took her place on the platform, feeling the heat from the torches burning around her. As the scene began, she began to chant her spells, her voice ringing out over the audience.

But something seemed off. The heat from the torches was getting hotter, and Giggles felt it seeping through her robes. She began to sweat, and her heart raced as she realized the flames were real. She cried out for help, but her cries were drowned out by the applause from the audience. They thought it was simply part of the performance.

"HELPPP!"

Giggles screamed at the top of her lungs, feeling the flames creeping up her legs.

"This isn't supposed to happen!"

But her cries went unanswered. Giggles looked up at the crowd, her eyes filled with terror. She had made a mistake, and now she would pay the price. She couldn't think of anything else to do but scream out in pain. And the irony was, critters were now clapping even more, thinking that Giggles was giving the "most convincing" performance.

As her screams echoed through the auditorium, Giggles felt her strength beginning to fade. She knew that there was no escape, and that she was doomed to die on that stage. And with her last breath, she sighed, "At least they've enjoyed my perfor-"

GORETOBER 2023

Day 14: Hooked

CONTAINS -> GUSHING BLOOD, PIERCED THROUGH FLESH

"Yarrrdy har har ho! What a weird nightmare that was :D"

GORETOBER 2023

Day 15 & 16: Voodoo. Sewn.

CONTAINS -> EXTREME MALNUTRITION, LIMB CONTORTION, DISTURBING IMAGERY

I stare at myself in the mirror and see him... my twin brother, Shifty. He looks back at me with that smug reassurance I've been missing. I was almost tricked by my twin's apparition only to met with my own reflection -a gaunt face with bloodshot eyes, the bags under them from many nights of sleeplessness.

I dare not remember the last time I slept or ate. I smile weakly but it's more of a grimace, my lips dry and cracked from lack of food. My ribs are painfully visible through my skin, a reminder of the days that have passed.

I enter the underground chamber, the foul stench of my brother's decomposing body assaulting my senses. The stench mixes with the scents of the herbs and other materials I've used for previous incantations. I feel my body twitching and jittering like never before, a reaction caused by the overwhelming amount of stress and anxiety I'm feeling. I take a deep breath and focus on the task at hand.

In one hand, I hold a figurine of my brother, Shifty, built from patches of his fur and threads stolen from a remote accursed place. In my other hand, I hold the voodoo doll I've spent countless hours creating. I begin to utter the incantations, my voice shaking with fear of failure or consequence. As I feel the dark magic eat away at my sanity, a lump forms in my throat and I feel a tear fall down my cheek as I realize what I'm doing and what I'm about to do. The red strings I've used for the sutures in my brother's limbs begin to glow like red veins, the same way the voodoo doll in my hands vibrates to life.

I can't contain my joy as my brother begins to move, I'm used to seeing no results with previous rituals. Before I knew it, my emotions gush out without filters.

"Sh-Shifty?... you're back, I can't believe you're here again. Seriously, you're always so selfish. How dare you leave me alone for so long..."

My excitement is accompanied by hope knowing that the normalcy I craved for feels so close to happening.

Hope turns into confusion as I notice his reply is utter silence.

Confusion turns into into horror when I notice that his movements mirror those of the doll I hold.

My heart aches as I realize that my brother is not truly alive. I want to scream and cry, but my vocal cords have become parched from lack of use. I want to hit something, but my limbs refuse to move. I don't have the lungs to scream when I can't even breathe.

I crawl towards Shifty, holding the doll close to my chest. I cry silently into his fur, the clashing thoughts in my head confronting the reality I've been denying for so long.

"You're so unfair," weakly, I squeeze my words out of my throat, bargaining to the nothing in front of me. I slump to the ground, knowing how useless my struggles for talking are when the one I intend it for is long gone.

"I still need you," I voicelessly muttered, "It was always us against the world and it should always be that way... Why did you have to leave me? I can't handle this alone... come back... please... I still need..."

GORETOBER 2023

Day 19: Found

CONTAINS -> DISTURBING IMAGERY, BLOOD

The silence is maddening, it almost made me wished I'm already found.

I curled up under the bed, minimizing my posture as much as possible. Every small squeak and groan the house made felt like an alarm, warning me that my pursuer was closing in.

I keep checking behind, making sure my tail isn't sticking out in the darkness.

On the verge of tears, I laugh - how else can I release tension in such a situation? Usually, I pride myself for its size and will gladly show it off to others. Now, I'm damning the day I get that stupid tail enlargement surgery.

Then, the tirade of insults against the stupid decisions of my past self all came to a halt by a clomp. The all-too-familiar sound of his paws against the floor, as if he was tracking me with his nose, hot on my trail.

I shuddered, fighting back the urge to scream in fear. It didn't help that I could smell the scent of rotting flesh in the air. I could hear him pacing across the floor, his heavy breathing signaling the nearing end of this twisted version of hide and seek.

I hate this game.

That dumbass rabbit should have just- sigh, what's the point.

Wishing harm to the one who started this is pointleas considering he is the first one to go. Way to use a party popper, Cuddles.

A creak - its harshness jabs my ears.

For that moment I froze, my whole body going cold, unable to move a single inch.

I clutched the socks I found nearby close to my chest, hoping this would somehow ward the guy off. That of course is ineffective hearing how his footsteps are getting closer. He's growling to my direction, as if I need any more reason to be intimidated in the darkness.

The room felt suffocating as I cowered under the bed, trying to contain my breathing. I could feel the sweat trickling down my forehead as I clutched the socks tighter.

I knew he was right in front of me, crouching down with his strikingly yellow eyes glaring back at me. I could imagine him smirking, his sharp teeth gritting as he brandished his bowie knife.

I closed my eyes, willing the vision to go away as soon as I opened them again...

but it didn't.