#prompt: horror/thriller

[unboundprompts]

diferent ways to describe the fear of something?

Different Ways to Describe Fear

Symptoms of Fear:

accelerated breathing

accelerated heart rate

goosebumps

sweating

sleep disturbance

butterflies in stomach

dizziness

Body Language Responses to Fear:

hunching shoulders

shrinking away

wide eyes

shaking / trembling

freezing

wrapping arms around themselves

shaking hands

Writing Prompts:

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She pressed a trembling hand to her chest as if that would do anything to slow her racing heart.

His eyes were crazed, darting around to look at the shadows of the room.

Their limbs felt like jelly, afraid that they would collapse at any moment.

She was utterly frozen. Her body cut all communication with her mind, and no matter how much her brain screamed for her to run she was immobilized in terror.

He had a tight knot forming in his stomach.

They couldn't breathe. They were totally suffocated by fear and it felt like a heavy weight was pressing down on their chest.

Dread clouded her thinking. She walked around like she was in a daze, relying solely on muscle memory to get her down the hallway.

His hands were trembling so badly that he couldn't do anything and his terror made it impossible to focus.

Their throat was dry. No matter how many times they swallowed it did nothing to relieve the uncomfortable feeling.

The salty taste of fear lingered on her lips.

His muscles screamed at him to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to move. He stared forwards hauntingly.

They ran. They ran faster than their legs had ever carried them, adrenaline taking over all of their senses. It felt like they were being chased, but there was no way for them to know for certain. They were too afraid to turn around.

It felt like her heart was about to burst from her ribcage.

[notmorbid]

the invention of sound.

dialogue prompts from the invention of sound by chuck palahniuk.

i'd be okay with a drink.

you take after your mother.

a bigger prick i never met than your father.

people. what do they know?

why are you crying?

you should maybe see a priest.

everyone wants to have an effect.

the less said about ____, the better.

i thought i'd never find you again.

i never paid any attention to those rumors.

i hate sitting in the middle.

how can you not see what i am?

no problem is entirely your own.

the last thing i need is jail time.

you're not out of the woods yet.

who are you supposed to be?

maybe you can't do anything, but i can.

you look _____ than i expected.

i feel haunted, but from the inside.

we have another incident.

this doesn't seem like such a great hideout.

what i don't know could fill yankee stadium.

it's big for a house, but small for a world.

you're the worst kind of victim: a victim who thinks they're a villain.

you stupid piece of shit.

you've never done anything messy.

you never killed anyone.

have you heard of munchausen syndrome?

i was so sure i could save ____.

the wind in the trees can sound like someone coming to the rescue, or like a mountain lion coming in for the kill.

do i look like a killer?

don't brood.

is this a story, or a confession?

did i ever tell you about the time i was a hero?

people say you're the best.

who's keeping whom hostage could be debated.

maybe you don't bullshit me anymore, okay?

don't think i don't know why you're here.

i left. what choice did i have?

nothing can trigger memory better than smell.

you don't have to die.

i don't want ____. i want to live.

i'm here to rescue you.

i love that you tried to rescue me.

you're not to blame.

i know the terrible power you feel.

you must remember how proud i am of you.

my family will die with me.

we should talk turkey.

it's too late, you know.

i'm guessing your name isn't actually _____.

the best agent is an agent who doesn't know he's one.

i know i sound crazy.

you need to rest. just for an hour.

we are each our own best effort.

it's like we're in a classic hollywood movie, you know?

hell is inside your head.

i'm going to help you get home.

you look good.

close your eyes. listen, and guess.

is anything or anyone real?

you played me like a fish and reeled me in.

the future is bright and bottomless.

[i-heart-slashers]

For birthday promos. Jealousy jealousy number two.

With Charles Lee ray plz

“Of course I am jealous! You’re mine!”

Pairings: Charles Lee Ray x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): theft. dark themes. mentions of murder and brutality. toxic relationship. jealousy.

You had gotten sick of seeing Charles talking to Tiffany any time the two of you had gone out to the bar or any place the blonde had popped up like she had a tracker on your boyfriend.

He'd broken up with her months before he'd met you, but still, it was like they couldn't fully part ways.

His comments of only wanting and loving you now went on deaf ears, especially when he made no move to stop Tiffany from flirting and touching him flirtatiously.

Whenever you bring it up, he's clueless to the blonde's charms and expresses that they're just friends now and are comfortable around each other because of their history.

It wasn't easy being Charles' girlfriend, especially with him being the Lakeshore Strangler, but you loved him, and you also loved being a part of that danger.

With every touch Tiffany places on Charles, a murderous thought goes through your brain as she cackles at his words. You've mentally killed Tiffany numerous times in so many different scenarios, but your face expresses nothing.

You can't really blame her; she was still head over heels with Charles and would definitely keep putting the moves on him, displaying ample cleavage with that heart tattoo.

Instead, you could blame your boyfriend, who, for all his cluelessness, heard your angered pleas of keeping her away too many times to be able to act dumb anymore.

So, you put a plan into action. Tiffany may have the seductive womanly wiles to distract your boyfriend, but you have brains and pure knowledge of how Charles works.

Denying your boyfriend's invitations to go to the bar that night to celebrate his success of killing some rich woman, you instead get yourself dressed up and meet a friend you met in the 'scene.'

Aka… another criminal you knew.

Pulling your 'friend' into the bar, you ignore everyone as you lead him over to a booth, the act immediately caught by Charles, who was no longer listening to the bartender.

No Tiffany in sight…. strange…

This was your plan all along; you knew that it would piss him off to not only see you with another man but another criminal. A petty criminal at that.

Charles had an ego the size of America, and you knew him seeing you laugh it up with someone he deems beneath him would cause a volatile eruption.

It's not long before Charles storms over, threatening your 'date' with his revolver and forcing you out of the bar, hissing and swearing as he drags you to the run-down apartment you share.

The two of you yell over each other as your arguments are usually this explosive. Neighbors bang on paper-thin walls as gunfire rings out from outside as you live in a rough part of town.

Pushing his hands away from him, you frown, hissing, "You're just jealous, Charles. He's just a friend, and we've known each other a long time." You say this, which is pretty much summarizing his words about Tiffany.

Charles throws his coat on the couch, runs his hands through his hair, and looks frustrated and furious. "Of course I am jealous! You're mine!" he yells, grabbing your arms, not as rough as you were bracing for. "…and I'm yours."

"Could have fooled me!" You scream back at him as his face drops as the words you hiss in his face. "I may be yours, but… I wonder sometimes if you're just mine."

Your boyfriend stops as the apartment gets the quietest it's been after an argument. "Is this about Tiff? She means nothing anymore. You're it for me, doll; you get me through every shitty day!"

Charles brushes your face out of your hair before turning and walking to the mantlepiece, picking something up, and walking back over to you.

It looks like a custom-made ring with a 2-carat pear-shaped diamond centerpiece, a halo of round gemstones, and a plain band. You'd gotten used to identifying jewelry when you began dating Charles.

"I got this from that rich bitch tonight. It's probably worth five to six grand easy; I was gonna get you to sell it for us, but-…" He slips it onto your ring finger as you gasp. "I can kill more rich hags for their jewels."

You give a tiny smile, trying not to betray your happiness and joy that he had chosen you. Kissing him deeply, you hug yourself into him as his hands wander.

"Strange how Tiff didn't make it to the bar tonight, though; she was excited to hear about my latest victim," Charles muses as he holds you against his chest, his hands on your ass.

You just smirked knowingly as your head lay on his chest. "Yeah… strange."

[loreleiloon]

TW: SA/Noncon

Caretaker kidnapped and locked, naked, in a dark room. Their wrists are tied behind them, a bit gag clogs their mouth, but otherwise they can move. And something, someone is locked in there with them. Someone crazed with lust who keeps catching caretaker in the most vulnerable positions, desperate to enter them. The bit gag breaks their words as they try to beg whumper to stop. They can't see but they know it has to be whumper. The cruel sadist who hates how much caretaker tried save whumpee.

Caretaker manages to avoid them until two hands grip them like a vice.

Unable to wriggle out, Caretaker tries to kick Whumper off, but the move costs them dearly. They fall heavily to the ground. And find themselves straddled.

The weight of a full body bears down on them, pinning them to the floor. Caretaker's good leg is slung over whumper's shoulder. Panicked, Caretaker hurls shattered curses at whumper's head, spewing out every lick of hate they feel for them.

In response comes a sickening slew of giggles from their attacker.

"It's o-okay," they pant, their slick member shunts into caretaker's body, "You--they always fight first, but then...they feel good." Caretaker's heart stops.

That voice.

It's not Whumper. It's whumpee.

[thepedanticbohemian]

My writing has been compared to Stephen King, Thomas Harris, Dean Koontz, and Peter Straub. Why? Because I'm unafraid to go there when it comes to disturbing imagery. Gory details don't scare me, though they will likely scare my readers. Sort of the point, really. lol

[spiritofnostalgia]

Halloween-Samhain Reading List

The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley

Household Fairy Tales, The Brothers Grimm

Magic Lessons, Alice Hoffman

Dracula, Bram Stoker

The Fall of the House of Usher, Edgar Allen Poe

Practical Magic, Alice Hoffman

Last Seance, Agatha Christie

Glimpses of the Unknown: Lost Ghost Stories, edited by Mike Ashley

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson

The Monk, Matthew Lewis

The Ghost Slayers: Thrilling Tales Of Occult Detection, edited by Mike Ashley

The Pale Horse, Agatha Christie

Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrel, Susan Clarke

Hallowe’en Party, Agatha Christie

[writing-to-survive]

#228

After being kidnapped, your kidnapper locks you in a room decorated in paintings. These paintings are portraits of past victims. Your kidnapper hangs them up as trophies and begins to paint his next one of you. What your kidnapper doesn't know is that the people in those paintings reach out to you to help you escape the fate they never did.

[sweethoneyrose83]

Final Girl Dialogue Prompts

Facing the villain head-on:

"You’ve taken everything from me. Now it’s my turn."

"You think I’m afraid of you? I survived worse than your nightmares."

"I’m not running anymore. This ends here."

Resolving to fight back:

"If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me."

"You can’t break someone who’s already broken."

"I’ve played your game long enough. Now we play mine."

After a close escape:

"I’m still breathing. You’re going to wish I wasn’t."

"It’s not over until I say it’s over."

"You think I got this far by accident?"

Discovering inner strength:

"All this time, you thought I was the weak one. But I’m still here."

"I’ve been underestimated my whole life. That’s your first mistake."

"Fear used to control me. Now, it fuels me."

Climactic moments:

"One of us isn’t walking away from this… and it won’t be me."

"You want me? Come and get me."

"I’ve been running from this my whole life. Time to stop."

Quiet resilience after the fight:

"I didn’t survive just to die here."

"It’s over. I won."

"Tomorrow’s going to be a better day… if I live to see it."

Psychological resistance:

"You might control my nightmares, but you’ll never control me."

"I know what you are. But you don’t know who I’ve become."

"Every scar is a reminder that I’m stronger than you."

Confrontation with the villain:

"You’ve terrorized me long enough. Tonight, it ends—one way or another."

"I’m not running anymore. If you want me, come and get me."

"You thought I was scared? I’m just getting started."

"It’s funny, I was always afraid of the dark… but now, I see through it."

Moments of fear but gathering courage:

"I can feel you watching… but that means I can see you coming."

"I'm shaking, I won’t lie… but you should be scared too."

"I’m alone, sure. But that makes me dangerous."

"You think fear makes me weak? It’s the only thing keeping me alive."

After surviving a horrific event:

"You’re not the first monster I’ve survived, and you won’t be the last."

"I didn’t survive all this to die here, now."

"I might walk out of here covered in blood, but at least I’ll walk out."

"I’ve faced every nightmare you threw at me. What else do you got?"

In a desperate fight for survival:

"I'm done playing your game! Now it's my turn!"

"I’m not locked in here with you… you’re locked in here with me."

"You may be stronger, but I’m faster, and a hell of a lot smarter."

"You want a final girl? I’ll give you one you’ll never forget."

Mocking or taunting the villain:

"All that stalking, for what? Just to lose to a girl?"

"I guess you didn’t plan on me fighting back, huh?"

"You had me running scared, but look who’s cornered now."

"Oh, did you think it was going to be easy? That’s cute."

Facing near-certain death but refusing to give up:

"Maybe I’ll die here tonight, but not without taking you with me."

"You might kill me, but I swear you’ll regret it."

"I’m not dying without a fight, not tonight."

"Every scar you gave me just made me harder to kill."

After defeating the villain:

"I told you. This ends with me."

"You should’ve killed me when you had the chance."

"Looks like the monster finally met its match."

"Who’s the hunter now?"

[theaspen]

summary : Jay seems to keep appearing in your alternate nightmares. He acts as your night in shining armor, always helping you in your sleep. But when you try to stop the nightmares altogether he doesn't like it.

Genre : Thriller, angst.

pairing : Jay x you

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood, death and suicide. If you are sensitive to these subjects please don't read!!

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Authors note: It's honestly SO embarrassing that I'm posting this now LMAOAOAOA.

Uhm. I'm sorry. I hope you guys enjoy and leave some nice comments or feedback or anything tbh. And send me an ask, or comment below to be added to the tag list.

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Are you sure?” My uncle asks sceptically.

“Yes I'm sure.” I tell him firmly. 

This is the 10th time he's asked me this question today alone. What's a therapist gonna do? Besides, I'm sick of him pretending to care. 

“Uncle, I'm not really sure why you're so insistent on this. Is it because the press is outside? They want to interview you?”

It's a sharp dig at him and I know it. He's never cared about his own brother, never visited.

He scowls at me, “Careful, might I have to remind you that it isn't your father that's taking care of you, putting you in the best room with the best doctors.”

I glare at him as he walks away from the room. Well atleast the pathetic nice act is gone. 

Kyungsoo enters my room soon again, throwing a careful glance at my uncle. He was a big shot after all. With his more than successful firm.

“You good?” He asks.

“Yeah, um I think I'll just go for a walk.” I tell him rather shortly.

“Sure.” He says quietly, probably assuming I had an argument.

But truth be told, I'm avoiding him. I'm getting attached to someone who's just tolerating me for their job. It's not his fault I know but I can't get attached to those who won't stay once I'm up and gone. 

My mind goes to Jay for a tiny second. Hm. Maybe I should talk to a therapist. The dreams stopped for two days and usually I would be overjoyed at the idea of not just one but two full nights rest.

But I woke up feeling uneasy, I made a promise to Jay, someone who exists only in my head. But I made a promise nevertheless. 

There are so many things I want to ask him, so many. 

Why do I have no dreams? Why is it that I only ever have a blackout or nightmares?

Why is he saving me? 

I know I shouldn't, but my curiosity has gotten the better of me. I look down at my fisted hands and open them. There are two sleeping pills, I stole it from a nurse's bag when she wasn't looking. 

Sleeping pills and I aren't the best of friends. Sure they help me not have a meltdown from not being able to sleep for almost 20 hours but they also give me the worst types of nightmares.   Which right now happens to be something that I need. 

“Goodnight.”Kyungsoo tries to smile at me.

I meekly smile back , eager to down the pills and meet the one person who actually wants me to stay.

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The pills go down my throat ten minutes later. The small light creates a shadow of me in front.  The shadows shift, turning and twisting and I watch fascinated as they give a performance for me. 

I'm not afraid, a part of my brain thinks. What are the shadows going to do? They've been with me forever. Taunting me, trying to manipulate me. I've never given into any of their tricks. I've never trusted them. 

But when I'm all alone now, in a tiny closet peeking out from the hole and watching the shadows linger my heart picks up its beat. 

They come and they disappear again and again. I look through the tiny peep the closet gives and realise soon as they go behind every nook and creek that they are looking for none other than me. 

 

My hands reach out to clasp my mouth shut. My body folds itself as small as it can possibly go. Will the shadows think to look here too?

I shut my eyes forcefully. My other senses heightened until I could feel everything around me. The musty smell of the closet, my fingernails digging into themselves.  My feet numb, paralyzed. 

My breathing becomes slower, my arms start to unclench. I think they're gone. I think I can get out now. Escape to a place where they can't catch me. 

Before I know it, before I can even pull my hands away from myself. There's a strange hiss that comes inches away from me. A hand grabs my ankle and pulls me hard enough that I don't have time to scream. 

My head bangs against the hard wooden doors as I'm being pulled away. The impact is so hard that I can only clutch my head and groan as the hands keep pulling me away, dragging me on the rough wooden floors.

The splinters catch on clothes and skin. My chin is bleeding, but I can't even stop. Can't even catch a hold of myself as I try to catch myself breathlessly.  

There's a sharp turn to the right, and that's when I know that the shadows aren't just pulling me along aimlessly , they have a destination in mind. 

My eyes scan around desperately trying to catch hold of something to stop. 

Just then, a hand- a solid, real and warm hand catches me. A sudden stop to the journey. 

I know who it is before I can even look up. I clasp my hands with his. The shadows aren't pleased, they hiss and linger around My ankles. 

But when his hand keeps tugging me in, the shadows start to dissolve, materialise into nothing, losing their power. 

Jay's hands pull me again, even when the shadows disappear, he doesn't let go and I don't either.

When I gain a little strength into my limbs I finally pull away from the embrace. I look into his eyes, they are wide and scared, maybe even more than mine.

“Thank yo-”

“Why didn't you come?? You made a promise and you leave me all alone here?!” Jay yells angrily.

I pull away completely.  I was happy to finally see him again, but seeing his bloodshot face. The look of absolute rage in his eyes makes me stop. Brings the familiar uneasy feeling back into my stomach. 

“I'm sorry.” I mumble.

Jay looks at my crestfallen face, and immediately his face softens. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was just scared you left forever.” He says softly, “You're hurt a lot this time. Come here, let's clean you up.” 

He rips off a piece of his sleeves and starts dabbing it on my wounds.

His reassuring words don't chase away the moths in my stomach. 

“Jay..do you think I should see a therapist?”

Jay frowns at my words, “A therapist? What's that?” He asks curiously. 

“Umm. It's someone who helps you with your problems, like stress, anxiety…nightmares.”

Jay stiffens upon that. His hand paused on my chin. 

“But why…? I can save you. I save you every time.”

I shake my head,

“I can save you again, you won't even have to get hurt next time. Just trust me. That's all you need to do!”

I take his hands in mine, his eyes are trembling, 

“What happens when you can't?”

“..what”

“What happens when one day you can't save me? I can wake up, but what about you? What if something happens to you instead?” 

He shakes his head intently, “I don't care, I only exist because of you. If you're gone, then I'm alone again, I have no purpose.”

I stay silent at that, avoiding his eyes. 

The world around me seems to shift again, faster than it did before. 

“I think I'm waking up now.”

“Yeah.”

“Can't you…can't you appear in my dreams too? Not just nightmares?”

“I don't know.”

I can feel my resolve slipping at the sight of his tired face. He looks my age, but at this moment his face seems to have gone through a millenia worth of sadness. 

“I'll come back okay?” 

Jay just nodded. His fingers slip away from mine as he watches me disappear again. I never stay for long. He wonders whether it's because I can't or I don't want to. 

Jay fidgets with his fingers even after I'm gone. 

He thinks long and hard about how he could make me stay. Every time I've left, it's only because he saved me.

What happens when he makes me believe that she can't escape the nightmare anymore? 

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[plots-and-prompts]

Plot Prompt #58

Local police are at their wit's end. There has been a series of unsolved grave robberies in the area and no credible leads. The strangest part? The coffins and valuables/mementos inside were left alone, and the bodies were all accounted for... Or at least most of every body was accounted for.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　Word of The Day　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Endue (v. Middle English, 15th century): Endow or provide with a quality or ability.

"If I’d been endued with a better sense of direction, I wouldn’t be lost right now."

Endue shares a nearly identical modern definition with "endow," but the two are based on different Latin roots. Where "Endue," from the Latin “indūcĕre,” refers to the idea of a person being led into certain qualities or abilities, "Endow," from the Latin “dōtāre,” originally meant to bestow a dowry upon a woman.

[unboundprompts]

howdy! i'm writing the first chapter of a book i'm making, and in the first chapter the main character is getting chased by something dangerous,

i was wondering if you could do any prompts of someone getting chased by a dangerous creature?

Prompts About Being Chased by a Creature

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

The forest was too quiet. No wind. No birds. Just the sound of her own breathing—ragged, uneven—as she pushed through undergrowth and ducked under low-hanging branches. She didn’t dare look back. She could feel it though. That thing was still there, just behind her, moving wrong. Too smooth. Too fast. It didn’t run like a person. It slithered through the dark with a sound like dry leaves. She stumbled, caught herself, kept running. Whatever it was, it hadn’t made a sound when it first appeared. But now she couldn’t get away from the click-click-click of its limbs, like the sound of bone against bone.

The sound of its breath was the worst part. Wet, rattling, like lungs full of water. She ran harder, stumbling through the mud, too afraid to scream. It didn’t matter how fast she went. The thing was always just a few steps behind.

He hit the ground hard, rolled through a patch of gravel, and kept going. His lungs were on fire. His side ached from where it had clipped him—just barely—but he could still feel the heat of it. He didn’t know what it was. Just a blur of teeth and black smoke and eyes that didn’t blink. The alley was a dead end. He vaulted a dumpster, ignoring the tearing sound of his sleeve catching on rusted metal. Behind him, it roared, no, it screeched, high and angry, like a machine tearing itself apart. He didn’t stop to think. He couldn’t afford to. One second of hesitation, and he was done.

Her lungs clawed for air as her feet pounded the forest floor, dodging roots and snapping branches that slapped at her face. Every step felt heavier, like the ground itself wanted to drag her down. She didn’t dare look back—not when the sound of its claws scraping stone was so close she could feel it in her spine.

She leapt a fallen log, barely clearing it, her momentum faltering for a heartbeat before pure fear shoved her forward again. The thing behind her didn’t slow, it crashed through the brush like a freight train. Her legs burned. Her vision blurred. But stopping wasn’t an option. Not now.

The wind ripped through his clothes as he sprinted down the hill, boots slipping in the mud. He could hear it breathing—raspy, hungry—and it was too close. He didn’t know what it was. He just knew it wanted him. And it was fast.

Her feet slapped the pavement, loud and uneven, the rhythm ruined by the tremble in her legs. She turned sharply into an alley, her shoulder slamming into the brick wall. Pain exploded, but she kept running. The metallic scrape behind her didn’t pause.

He couldn’t feel his legs anymore. They just moved, mechanical and numb, as the panic did the thinking.

She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, pounding faster than her feet could carry her. Her knees buckled for half a second, and her hand caught a tree to stay upright. She didn’t know if the scream behind her was hers or the creature’s, but either way, it kept her moving.

[notmorbid]

yellowjackets, season 1 [pt. 2].

dialogue prompts from the first season of showtime's yellowjackets.

we're going through one of our little divorces right now.

you know i don't like when you yell at me.

scared of what other people think?

they are gonna find out eventually. you know that, right?

i never should have told you about that.

promise me you won't do anything stupid.

it's not a real birthday without presents.

i just got so caught up in making everything perfect.

i don't want to go back yet. do you?

how could you do that without telling me?

i don't even know who the hell you are right now.

we were kids. and it was awful.

you left me all alone.

are you a genius? did you ever take one of those tests?

i don't wish things were different.

i have no regrets. i want you to know that.

we're still together. that's got to count for something.

it means something to me. especially with you.

what if you're wrong? what if it's just nothing?

i know i don't have to. i need to.

i don't want you to go, okay?

what part of 'hurry up' did you not understand?

you're obviously hiding something from me, and it's making me feel crazy.

what did i do? when did you stop wanting me to be your best friend?

don't worry. we're gonna get through this together.

i have a life outside of you, you know?

you seem surprisingly calm, by the way.

it's not the first time i've been held hostage.

you're not supposed to go through people's private stuff, you know.

you're just as fucked up as i am. you're just better at lying to yourself.

you're living on the brink, just like me.

what happened to 'go with the flow'? 'see where life takes me'?

you're not in control, and you're not used to it.

every single cell in your body wants to blow things up and see what happens. that's who you are.

i promise this will all be over soon.

i've never been in a french farce before.

i'm not sure i believe you. i'm not sure it even matters.

let's not act like [name] is an innocent victim.

i've seen the way [name] looks at you.

you just wasted $300 worth of blow.

were you spying on me, you little pervert?

i'm pretty much the best friend you have right now.

i'm afraid to go to sleep.

i'll stay with you.

do you ever think about what our lives would've been like, if it didn't happen?

i must have been sleepwalking or something.

i don't know what's happening to me.

i realized i don't know anything about you.

what are you gonna do to stop me?

it's not really the time to be keeping secrets.

i'm afraid i'm going to hurt you.

you have two seconds to tell me the truth.

i can't believe that i fell for it. that i fell for you.

we can still fix this.

what do you mean, you killed someone? like, you murdered someone?

you deserve to be with somebody who really wants to be with you.

when did we become these people?

you don't know anything about me.

do you ever feel like your humility holds you back?

you could have talked to me, you know.

all this time, you knew everything?

it doesn't matter. we're just shells with nothing inside.

where are we? am i even here?

you took something that doesn't belong to you.

don't you understand? you don't matter anymore.

please. i need to see you.

can you try to be a little less judgmental?

you were just trying to survive.

you never say you're sorry.

i just need to know that you're okay.

i said i was fine, didn't i?

do you want any help?

it's just like riding a really gross, fucked up bike.

sometimes i look at the world around me, and it's like all the light has just gone out of it.

maybe you need to start trying to forgive ____.

let's get a picture.

i wish i could say i remember [name] better.

i hope you find whatever it is you really need.

you were my best friend.

you just assumed i'd go wherever you wanted.

i'm not jealous of you. i feel sorry for you.

i don't even know who you are anymore.

you want to make a break for it?

the less you know about it, the better.

i think we're gonna be alright.

i didn't know commercials still existed.

it's not as bad as you thought, is it?

[i-heart-slashers]

Birthday prompt with Ghostface (Like actually the ghostface not like Stu or Billy. So leave it up to speculation who it is) “Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are. I’ll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing.” + “~Found you~”

“Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are. I’ll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing.” + “~Found you~”

Pairings: Ghostface x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): stalking. obsession. manhandling. dark themes. mentions of murder and brutality.

It started with phone calls like the ones other people at school had been getting. Only they'd be found dead not long after— all murdered in the most brutal ways possible... but not you.

For some reason, you hadn't been hunted down and gutted like that one cheerleader a few weeks ago.

You've been on edge since that very first phone call, but since nothing has come of it, you're starting to wonder if it was just some sick prank from the guys at school.

So, sitting on your couch with a bowl of popcorn, you let yourself relax for the first time in weeks, and suddenly, as if on some morbid cue, the phone rings.

The ringing is continuous as you freeze mid-chew.

You get up from the couch hesitantly, your feet shuffling over the cold floor. You press your ear against the phone as you answer it, and your heart clenches, hearing a voice like gravel speak on the other end.

"You know... I've missed this baby doll ..." the voice drawls; it's him. So... I think tonight is the night. Don't you?" he teases, and you gasp in horror, dropping the bowl of popcorn.

"It's about time I came inside and saw my girl face to face. You do look stunning in red," he taunts as you look down at the red pajamas you had changed into for your movie.

Then you realize... he can see you.

Holding the phone in your hand, you rush around, locking windows and doors, trying to keep yourself safe. You hear the voice laughing huskily as the phone call continues, but you pay it no mind.

As you go upstairs to hide, a window smashes downstairs and echoes through both the house and the phone. With horror, you realize he's here, and now he's in the house.

Rushing into your room, you hide in your closet, closing the door and shuffling to the back. Just as you were about to call the police, a voice croons through the phone.

"Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you're here. Come out, come out, wherever you are. I'll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing." he says with a sultry tone as you hear his heavy footsteps over the phone.

Shit.

You forgot you were on a call with him. Pressing the end call button, you try to dial 911, but no dial tone greets you. "No, no.." you whisper, figuring he'd cut the phone line.

You kept in a scream of frustration and fear as you put the now useless phone down in search of something that could help you, but unless you were going to try and fight a killer with clothes and shoes, you were out of luck.

With every door slamming open, your stomach clenched, and you heard his taunts get closer and closer. Mocking words rang through the house of how he was not going to kill you, but your 'fun' was just beginning.

Only a few minutes after your door is kicked open, you realize things have gone deathly silent, with no taunts or boot steps. Holding a hand over your mouth, you listen, but you can only hear your heart beating wildly.

The closet door is ripped open as a white-masked figure springs towards you, knife in hand.

“~Found you~”

[jasitdm]

Updated idle for full body of Aaron.

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #1,244

"You don't even know what's out there!"

[writing-to-survive]

#201

"There's a hoard coming from the west. We have to get going."

"I can't walk. You've gotta go."