#Jacob wicker

[roki-roki-roll]

2/10

@hauntedkeys

[hauntedbykeys]

protect my boy he did all those things but he deserves to blow a church up every now and then

[crwbannwen]

I feel like I’m going to need a reference sheet for which Wicker is which with some memorable things they did.

They’re probably going to be appearing more and since when was there a Joel?

I literally only remember Johannah and Jacob.

And the name Jedediah, who until recently I thought was a girl… idk why I did.

I need someone to explain who is who, I’m been drowning in ‘J’ names and the synaesthesia isn’t helping.

[jup1tersparx]

TRIVK OR TEARST

trick 😈😈😈

[hallowoodspolls]

Hallowoods Favourite Character shown down: Round Two

[xyzikxyz]

blorbo brainrot that pings WILDLY between “ok so this characters name has a deeper meaning that speaks to his role in the narrative and how he defies it, enriching my understanding of him” and “he should get a stupid pegging for his stupid mental health”

[idkhowtomakethis]

I'm gonna be honest I'm determined to meet the Wicker kids so I can properly shit on them to irritate @hauntedkeys

[sunflowerpirateart]

There are feelings happening in D&D, one could say

[powerhourao3]

Leg Day

Jacob Alden/Reader

TW:

*Non-Con tagged because the MC is not knowledgeable about the breaking and entering or the usage of their clothes by Jacob.

Jacob loved all the days you went to the gym; it always resulted in you coming home sweaty and exhausted, meaning he could sneak around your house with minimal disturbance because of your post-workout nap. His absolute favorite day had to be leg day, though. Not only did he get to enjoy the aftermath of your workout, but he was able to watch you work your body to the limits to the point where you were shaking from the exertion. He lived to catch those breathy, worn-out, throaty moans that slip past your lips when completing a particularly hard set. He also noticed all your PRs and enjoyed seeing you smile to yourself for beating your previous one. Sometimes, when he felt confident enough, he would give you a smile and a wave and occasionally make small talk. The gym culture also allowed him to take videos and photos of you under the guise that he was posing for progress pics. It was also satisfying to catch you side-eyeing his little performance sometimes. He loved that the gym created an environment that made it socially acceptable to always be there at the same time as you. Conveniently.

As usual, it was Friday at 6 pm, meaning you had finished your drive home from the gym. Jacob made sure not to follow too close behind your car and was thankful that a few others had merged in front of him since he left right after you. He watched you park in your driveway through his rearview mirror with his eyes stalking you as you walked in a weakened state to your door, fumbling with the keys in one hand and trying to hold onto your gym gear in the other. Today was a strenuous leg day; he could see the tension in your quads as you pushed against the weight of the leg press or how your hamstrings rippled with exhaustion as you worked them slowly with intention. While remembering, he couldn't help but get hard recalling every stretch or sigh you let out, the way your core would quiver with each rep and set accomplished. With these thoughts, he couldn't help but paw at himself, resisting the urge to retire to his bedroom and look over the footage and pictures he had collected that day. Jacob sat in the car for a few more minutes after you had entered your home before exiting his vehicle to quickly wash up, chug a protein shake, and make his way into your house unbeknownst to you. He found it so cute and convenient that you always forgot to lock that back window. It's like you wanted him to come in. As he slinked in silently, knowing exactly where to place his footing on your aged wooden floorboard, he listened for signs of your slumber or any indication you were awake. No music playing or microwave going on was to be heard, and with the house's silence, he continued slowly to the bathroom. He was thankful you were a person who kept their dirty laundry hamper in the bathroom as opposed to their bedroom. When he entered the bathroom, he was hit with the post-shower steam, the fogged-up mirror, and the lovely, intoxicating smell of your body wash and shampoo faintly flittering around the air. Oh, how he could melt right there and then; there was almost no greater scent to him than your products. Jacob confesses he couldn't help himself taking some of it for himself just to hold him over until he could order it online. He even bought lotion with the same sweet scent to rub on his skin before he went to bed, imagining it was you curled up next to him. While the scent of your soaps was one of his favorites, it was not his number one, which was currently stuffed into the beige hamper a few feet away from him. Every time he saw the tall basket, his heart began to beat faster, and his hand grew clammy with excitement and anticipation. Jacob pulled the door closed gently behind him and stalked over to the hamper before lifting the wicker basket lid and pulling out your tank top and shorts. He couldn't hold back any longer and shoved the sweaty, musky clothes to his face, the scent of you filling up his brain and lungs. It was a mix of both your natural scent and the soaps you used. He could already feel a bit of spittle leave his lips as he grew increasingly unhinged. Jacob closed his eyes, eyebrows creased in his aroused state, and his unoccupied hand furiously worked and pulled his cock out and over the band of his sweatpants. He couldn't stop from fisting himself as memories of your chest rising and lungs panting for air; he imagined how you would make the same sounds and crave the same air so desperately when he finally had you all to himself, under him where you belonged. With his knees weakened by his climax coming closer, he kneeled, and his sweatpants pooled around his taut, muscular thighs and focused on the intense musky and saltiness that your post-workout attire provided him. His tongue lapped up at the fabric, imagining he was running his tongue down your face, tasting your tears and sweat instead. Jacob knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself even if you came in, and with that final thought, he ripped the clothes from his maw and nose and bunched them at the head of his cock, pumping a few last times before cumming deep into your clothes.

Jacob could only attempt to control his breathing as the haze of you left his senses subtly and slowly. At these times, he felt truly at peace, like one would feel after coming out of a particularly wonderful bath or day at the spa. And accompanying that was also his own exhaustion, both from the gym and his event with your clothes. He rose to his feet, his knees still shaky and useless, but he steeled them to ensure a silent retreat.

As Jacob lifted his last leg out of the window and slid it shut, he decided that he, too, needed a nap.

(Requests are open!)

[bvbygrl-writes]

Season of The Witch (6)

Pairing: Jacob Black x Witch!Reader x Edward Cullen

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) is 19 and still trying to figure out the world. She isn't sure of a lot of things but she is sure of one: she's gonna have her cake and eat it too.

A/N: The plot thickens!

Warnings: Napoleon Dynamite minor spoiler?? As usual 18+ so dni if you're a minor or blank account

As the month went by, you and Jacob were spending a lot

The next day seemed to drag on for ages. Every hour you found yourself checking the clock and although you were a bigger fan of the daytime, you couldn’t wait for midnight to come. You tidied up your room several times. Dusted the books and blinds, arranged your closet by color. Hell, you had even organized your candles by season.

And yet still, even with all of that, it was only 3PM. Finally accepting the fact that you could not control time at will, you went down into the living room, flopping down on the large couch with an overly dramatic sigh. Your dad peeks over his book, giving you a curious smile.

“All good over there?” he asks. You switch to lay on your stomach facing him, propping your face against your fist.

“I’m fine, Dad. There’s just literally nothing to do around here.” you explain. He turns the page of his book, humming in response. It grows quiet for a bit and you let out another exasperated sigh. He chuckles, closing his book. You felt bad for annoying him on one of his rare off days but you knew he didn’t mind too much. If he could put up with your eccentric mother, he could put up with you.

“How about you hang out with Bella?” he asks. You flop forward, your face sinking into the plush cushion.

“She’s at her girlfriend’s place.”

“Jacob?”

“Busy.” You hear the sound of your mom’s heavy rain boots come down the stairs. Craning your neck, you look up at her. Her gorgeous curls are tied up in two messy buns on the top of her hair. She’s got on a striped shirt and a pair of overalls she had stolen from your closet.

“You could come help me in the yard. There’s a lot of things I need to harvest and pack up to send over to the bakery.” you bite at your lip as you think on her offer.

“Okay.” she smiles, giving your dad a quick peck to the cheek before motioning for you to follow her. Throwing on a pair of old boots you don’t care about, you exit the back door following her. Grabbing the basket near the back, you trudge after her in the wet grass, the sound of your boots plapping along. She walks over to the blueberry bush, beginning to toss them into the basket in your hands. Her eyes don’t leave you as she does. She’s got that look on her face like she knows something you don’t. “What?” you question. She shrugs, turning around to face the bush.

“Oh nothing. Just looks like you have a lot on your mind.” she responds in a knowing tone. You glare at the back of her head irritated. Ever since you were a little girl, she was always good at reading you. No magic needed. You bite at the inside of your cheek, debating on whether to tell her.

“Well the thing is…I like this guy.” you start but she interrupts.

“Jacob?” she questions, peering over her shoulder with curious eyes. You nod, picking at the fraying woven pieces on the wicker basket.

“But the thing is I also like someone else too.” her eyes widened for a bit before returning to a more neutral expression. She motions for you to follow as she starts to pick some strawberries next, tossing them inside your basket alongside the blueberries.

“Well, which do you like more?” she asks you, the same question that was looping through your head last night as you tried to sleep. The same question that’s plagued you for the past month. The same fucking question that had your heart filled with guilt and frustration. You had known Jacob for longer, each moment together being beyond amazing. But with Edward, it was just as magical. They both stirred your heart in ways you didn’t know were possible. 

“I…I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.” you mutter softly. It grows quiet as your mom continues to pick strawberries. After the bush is empty she finally pauses, wiping her hand down the front of her overalls before turning to face you fully.

“I never taught you this ritual because you honestly never seemed interested in dating but, I suppose that’s changed.” she says. You listen intently as she begins to walk towards the flower section of the garden. You follow blindly, waiting to see what else she has to say. “Before bed tonight, I want you to pick seven different flowers. Put them under your pillow and when you dream, your answer will be revealed then.” your throat grows dry.

“Meaning?” you asked hesitantly.

“Whichever guy shows up in your dream is your true soulmate.” you froze. Were you ready to find that out? The past month had been amazing with both of them. It felt like you were unthawing after nineteen years of being frozen in ice. Jacob was sweet, kind, always making sure to put you first. Edward was romantic and intense, making you feel like you were in a nineteenth century romance novel. You didn’t want to choose. You’re drawn out of your thoughts at the feeling of your mom smoothing out your hair. 

“It’ll be okay. If they like you as much as you like them, everything will work out. Why don’t you come to Port Angeles with me? I need your opinion on some final touches in the bakery.” she asks. You nod in agreement, deciding stepping outside of Forks for a few hours was just what you needed. Maybe that would keep you distracted until it was time to see Edward later.

Although time seemed to be against you in one way earlier, it was now doing the same thing in reverse. You and your mom had been in the bakery for many hours now. You had your phone connected to the speakers, playing music as you canned all the fresh ingredients as she organized the nonperishable ones on a shelf in the storage room. Your heart had finally calmed down at some point which you were very thankful for. Whether it was the loaves of rosemary garlic bread she had in the oven or the sound of her singing along to 90s classics, you were actually having a good time. 

The timer on the oven played a little tune, signaling that the bread was done. Not wanting your mom to have to stop what she was doing, you grab a set of oven mitts sitting it down on top of the stove. You closed your eyes as you took in the scent, your mouth watering at the delightful smell.

“I guess the ovens work well then!” Your mom says, rushing to look at the loaves. She waves her hand over one, causing it to levitate from the pan, landing in nice slices on a plate. She then rushes towards one of the large silver fridges, grabbing out a mason jar of homemade butter. You anxiously look around for a knife in the many drawers before finding one, meeting her back over at the oven. You both spread some on a slice, letting out a noise of content.

“Amazing as usual, Mom.” you compliment, mouth still full of the warm bread. She nods along, swallowing hers politely before beginning to speak.

“Why don’t you bring the other loaf to the Blacks tomorrow? I’m sure they’d enjoy it.” you eye her up curiously. “Okay, fine! You caught me. And you could see Jacob too.” she admits, wiggling her eyebrows some. You scoff, turning around to find the bread bags, carefully placing them both in their own respective ones. That woman sure is a handful. You commend your dad for putting up with her antics. Your eyes flicker up to the clock on the wall. 11:00 PM glared at you in red lettering.

“It’s getting late, we should get going.” you say, motioning towards the clock. She nods, grabbing her keys off the island in the center before skipping towards the door. You follow her eagerly, turning off the lights as you exit the store.

When you got home, you instantly rushed up the stairs. It was about 11:50 and a sinking feeling in you told you Edward was very punctual, being from a different time and all. You threw a random sweatshirt on along with your favorite pajama pants. Looking in the mirror, you tousle your hair a bit, reaching for some much needed lip balm. You search your room once more, making sure nothing too embarrassing was laid out. Once you decided you were in the clear, you walked in front of your dresser, using it to prop yourself up as you reached to pull down the projector screen from the ceiling. Right as you did so, you heard the balcony door opening, looking just in time to see Edward shutting the door behind him. 

He walks over to you, holding you close. He drags his nose from your hair, to your neck, but pulls back a bit once he gets to your shirt. He grimaces a bit, pulling back some. Confused, you look down at your sweatshirt eyes widening. You instantly recognized the forest green sweatshirt to be Jacob’s. ‘He must’ve left it here when he slept over last week’ you thought to yourself.

“Whose is that?” he questions, his expression cold. You rock back and forth on your feet but your body suddenly stops as he wraps his arms around your waist tighter, holding you still.

“If you have to ask, you already know. In my defense, I didn’t look before I put it on.” you explain. He examines your face as if he’s searching for a lie but he doesn’t detect one. His expression softens as he places a soft kiss on your forehead. You reach up, holding his face between your hands, he calms down a bit more, smiling at you gently before gently returning to a more serious look.

“I really don’t like how much claim he seems to have over you,” he reaches down for the small wolf pendant around your neck, his grip tightening around it. You think he’s about to rip it off until he suddenly releases it, moving his other hand to his back pocket. You look at his hands to see a box. It’s a small black velvet one with a pink bow tied around it. “Which is why I got you these. I wanted you to have something to remind you of me too.” you stare up at him before staring back down at the box, pulling at the ends of the ribbon. Removing the lid, you gasp. There’s a medium sized pair of bat shaped earrings. The bats are encrusted in black obsidian and from them hangs garnets in the shape of teardrops, resembling blood.

“I can’t accept these. They’re way too nice!” you exclaim, trying to push the box back into his hands. But, he’s quicker, pushing them back into your hands. His hands tighten around yours making sure the box stays in your hold.

“No such thing for you.” The way he stares into your eyes is so intense, almost bone chilling. It’s quite the challenge to look away but you do, taking the earrings out of the box and carefully placing them in your jewelry box.

“Well, thank you.” you toss him a soft smile over your shoulder before sitting criss-crossed on your bed, flush against the headboard. He joins you, his leg brushing against yours as he stretches them out. You giggle to yourself about how they practically reach the bottom of your bed.

“Are we watching something?” he questions, motioning to the projector screen. You nod, using your streaming remote to search for the movie you’re looking for.

“I figured there’s a lot of movies you’ve probably never seen. I enjoy the idea of torturing you with 90s and 2000s cheesy movies.” he groans, throwing his head back causing you to laugh some more. “Have you ever seen Superbad?” you click on the title, quickly adding the subtitles as well.

“If the title is any indicator, I’m not sure I want to.” he snorts out sarcastically.

For hours, the two of you sit there watching all of your favorites. D.E.B.S, 21 Jump Street, Jawbreaker, even Napoleon Dynamite. He pretends to not be enjoying it but every once in a while, you catch him out of the corner of your eye grinning. You found yourself resting your head on his lap as he massaged your scalp gently, the coolness of his body pairing amazingly with the feeling of your fleece blanket.

 Your eyes light up as Napoleon steps onto the stage, the cheesy disco music beginning to play. You have this scene memorized at this point but you're desperate to see Edward’s reaction. As the scene progresses, the corners of his mouth twitch and spasm, trying his best to scowl. But as Napoleon’s moves pick up, Edward begins to cackle. The corner of his eyes crinkle up as he continues to laugh.

“And you said you wouldn’t like it!” you tease, he looks down at you, mimicking your words. You pinch him at his side having little to no effect on him.

“Alright, I’ll admit it. You’ve got good taste.” Edward says, holding up his hands in defense. You smile triumphantly, returning your attention to the screen, just in time to see Napoleon run from the stage.

As the credits roll, you let out a tired yawn, stretching out. Edward sits up and you do too, looking at him with a curious face.

“It’s getting late and I really don’t want to ruin your sleep schedule too much.” He says standing up, beginning to walk towards the balcony. You pout, following him. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s already hard for me to resist you as it is.”

“I know you’re right but still! There’s so many we haven't watched yet.” you argue. He runs a hand down your face, holding it there. His thumb gently stroking your cheek in circles.

“We have time, ages really.” your expression drops more at that. Did you? In a matter of moments, it’d be time to perform the Seven Flowers ritual. If he wasn’t in your dream, you’d never have another night like this. Another night of smiles and laughter, of soft and gentle touches with him. You don’t speak but instead just nod in agreement, a sad smile on your face. His face shifts in concern but he doesn’t push. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before he’s gone into the night without a trace.

The cold fall air strangles your body as you step fully out onto the balcony. Sitting on the edge, you allow your body to float to the ground, the wet grass tickling the soles of your feet. Padding over to the garden, you let out a shaky breath as you begin picking flowers, one of each color until you have seven in total.

With the bouquet in your hand, you float back up to your balcony and enter your room, sticking them under your pillow. Climbing into bed, you run a finger over the soft pillow case letting out a sigh. “Here goes nothing.” Your body stills as you drift off into sleep, the blackness of your mind fading to imagery.

The sky is a gorgeous cerulean, white and puffy clouds float above you. Stretching out your arms, the grass is both prickly and soft, petals of delicate flowers touching the tips of your fingers. It’s peaceful, beautiful. You don’t know how you got here but that thought doesn’t worry you because you have this deep knowing that you are safe.

A tan arm extends out in front of you and you take the large hand. Your body is swiftly lifted up. Your eyes widen, lips parted as Jacob stands before you. He’s dressed in all white, and as you look down so are you. A pretty white nightgown and you’re not sure what happened to your shoes but you don’t think about that for long. He smiles at you, spinning you around in the air. The two of you laugh, your bodies practically melting into each other. Finally he sets you on the ground. Time slows down as he leans down, his pink lips pressed against your own. You grip his short locks as the kiss deepens, allowing your body to fall into him.

As he pulls away, another hand, a colder hand tilts your face away from Jacob. It’s…Edward? He’s also dressed in white. He kisses you with just as much conviction as Jacob, pulling you into his arms. As he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. Jacob comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist but not moving you away from the man in front of you. His chin rests on your shoulder, his eyes closing in content. There’s no anger in sight, just pure love surrounding you from the two of them.

You jolt straight up, gasping for air. Lifting a shaky hand, you rest it over your chest. “What in the actual fuck?!”

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[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Ch. 61- Foreshadows

Summary: Lee receives an infuriating gift and unleashes his wrath upon the givers. A sinister sign is interpreted that Josie can't deny. Two informative stories are revealed with two doctors. Josie wants to finish another's failed attempt. Lee has a most bittersweet dream.

*Chapter Warnings* Strong language, angst, mentions of suicide

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Mach 24, 2022

Salem, Massachusetts

After crashing at his farm all morning with his dogs and cat, Lee tidied himself up, knocked back a Red Bull and headed down the stone road to his neighbor's home to thank her for taking care of his farm and animals while he was away. After some small talk over a quick cup of coffee, he then made his way to the home he once shared with Jacob to resume the neglected remodeling and feel close to his son, hoping Jacob would visit him again. He knew if he didn't keep himself busy, his thoughts of Josie would consume him and drive him in to a drunken stupor yet once again. As much as he craved the wicked whiskey's mind numbing properties and the burn of it rolling down his throat, he had to stay sober for his evening shift at the hospital and then he planned to medicate himself to his heart's content for his pre-planned birthday vacation that he now knew he would be spending alone.

With a Red Bull infused coffee with no lid in one hand, he fumbled for the house key as he blindly walked up the porch steps only to find himself stumbling over a small object near the front door and spilling the piping hot drink all over his hand and down his pants where it conveniently had appeared he had pissed himself.

Cursing like a sailor under his breath, he chucked the empty cup into the yard and scooped up the booby trap beneath his feet which was a small wicker basket filled with fresh baked cookies, for he could smell the warm aroma, and on top was a scribbled note attached. "My mom and I worked hard this morning when she got home to bake these for your berthday tomarrow and asked me to give them to you so you would have sumthing to eat and she said you like sweets and that you never eat at work and you are getting too skinny and she also wants to know if you can come over sumtime and she will make you a berthday diner.

Love your frend and nayber,

Dash.

Pee-ess,

She said she has wissky to and sorry I drank all the milk we had for the cookies. I hope you have sum."

Normally, Lee would have smiled and invited his favorite kid on the block to come join him because he did in fact have some milk but after the last few days he had, especially the early morning blow up and break up with Josie that Dash's mother's lies were partially to blame for, every little thing was getting under his skin and the unwelcomed gift and cocksure invite from Angel and using her son to deliver it had just triggered the time bomb inside of him that had been waiting to explode.

Lee marched inside and emptied the basket into the trash and then with the basket in hand, he marched right back out the front door, bee-lining straight for Angel's house next door where she was conveniently sitting on her front porch.

"Hey Lee, I saw you pull up and....oh," she paused with an aroused brow lift as she looked down at his wet crotch and giggled, "Did you have an...accident? I could help clean those up for you except my water is a bit rusty for some reason. Can you do plumbing?"

He tossed the basket at her feet and with hands in his pockets, he stood firm with a frown. "Look, I appreciate that you helped me out the other night but what I don't appreciate is you spreading rumors and lies through the hospital about you and me and what happened here that night, which was absolutely fucking nothing and I also don't want your damn cookies or whiskey or dinner that you would probably drug. As if I would ever put anything of yours in my mouth and I'm not fucking with your damn pipes either."

Lee instantly sighed, closing his eyes and mentally poured scalding hot coffee down his throat as he realized what he had just unintentionally and stupidly set himself up for in his fit of blinding rage.

Angel smirked. "Yeah, well I certainly recall you liked putting things of mine in your mouth and fucking with my pipes once upon a time."

"That's ancient fucking history and one sorry ass mistake because if you ALSO recall, it never happened again. I was drunk out of my damn mind from booze and grieving over the death of my son and I couldn't wash my dick enough times to feel clean after that. Speaking of son's, I also don't appreciate you using your kid to do your dirty work. You're a shitty ass mother just like Liz was. No wonder you two cunts instantly clicked. I truly hope Dash don't pay the price like Jake did. Crazy thing is, Dash is old enough to know better and he knows I have a girlfriend....well, HAD I should say...no thanks to your twisted lies that played a part in firing her up. I'd steer clear of her if I were you. She's pretty pissed, rightfully so and she's got a mean right hook and if you're ever on the receiving end like I've been, I hope I am there to witness it. I fucked up thinking you could actually be a decent human being by helping me out when I was in a jam without expecting anything from it but apparently all I did was unintentionally lead you on. That's my fault. I own it but I promise you, that will never happen again. Stay the fuck away from me. Got it??"

Before Angel could respond, Lee noticed Dash was eavesdropping from inside the open front door. With slitted eyes, he glared and pointed at the frightened boy who gasped and swiftly slammed the door shut and then placing his hands back in his pockets, Lee marched back home, leaving Angel with a scowl on her face.

As Gerry and Josie's mom spent the afternoon visiting with comatose Victor and making their amends, Josie continued to bond with her sister, washing and styling her unruly hair and doing her makeup to make her feel better after lying in a hospital bed for three days, unable to fully shower due to her leg cast but Josie knew the act of endearment was only delaying the inevitable meltdown that was coming.

Taking in a deep breath, Josie began informing Megan of Gerry's generous offer that would provide her and their mother a temporary safe haven at the Kiriakis mansion and that he would soon be coming to speak with her about the suppressed memories of her attacker that she had recently recovered and as predicted, she took the news just as Josie had presumed she would, ranting and raving in a bout of paranoia that the psychotic Scotsman, as the terrified and tearful redhead called him, was playing a trick and would surely strangle her in her sleep.

"You broke your promise!" Megan sobbed. "You still hate me. I knew it!"

"Megan, I do not hate you and I did not break my promise. I promised you I would do my best to keep you safe and that's what I'm doing. You need to trust me ok? I know Gerry better than anyone, better than you and if I thought he wasn't sincere, I would have never asked him to do it."

Megan's eyes bulged in anger. "YOU ASKED him to do it??? Oh my god. This is your secret way of making me pay for what I did isn't it!?! I'd rather face the shadow man than the doolally detective. Do you know what he said to me the day he was here with crazy eyes and veins popping out of his forehead??? He told me he hopes the Bean Nighe comes for me. I googled it and it's some malevolent Scottish fairy, some say Banshee, that screams and if you hear her, someone close to you will die!!! And I told you I heard a woman in my dreams screaming in the tunnels!!"

Josie choked down the overwhelming urge to laugh, only because Gerry's mom used to tell him many of the Gaelic fearsome fables when he was being a mischievous child to try and set him straight and he had definitely succeeded with his intent of putting the fear of god into Megan. "Ok look Megs, the Bean Nighe is just scary Scottish folklore just like we have scary legends here. It's not real and I think that what you read triggered the dream, so...in a way, it was a good thing because it helped you to remember that Elizabeth was probably the woman you heard, although I don't condone Gerry's stunt of scaring you to death."

"A good thing??!" she snapped and cried harder. "It's an omen. A sign, just like you yourself believe in so much! You know what else it said?? The Bean Nighe means washer woman. She would wash the blood out of clothes of those about to die! Did you not just tell me only hours ago about the red water that you and others you care about are all seeing???? And I told you I did too before I was attacked so tell me again how it's NOT real!! Bad things are going to happen Joey!"

Josie embraced her sobbing sister, her eyes now wide and wary. "You didn't die though and you're not going to because...because someone is helping us."

Megan sniffled and leaned back, gazing at her sister with befuddled eyes soaked in smeared mascara. Grabbing a tissue, Josie handed it to her. "You're ruining your makeup. Now, stop crying and listen to what I am about to tell you. Since you believe in all of this, then I know you'll believe this too but this stays between us. Dave wasn't too happy when I outed him to Landy about his...secret ability."

Megan tilted her head, brow arched. "Huh?"

Josie then proceeded to tell Megan about David's gift of seeing and speaking to the dead and how Lee's late son was the one who guided him to find her in the tunnels.

"Oh my god so...he's like a real life ghost whisperer?? Bitchin!"

Josie chuckled. "Yeah but he hates that term. Makes him feel like he's a freak. Anyways...Megan, Lee has seen Jacob too. He shares the same gift. I don't know how or why but he does. I can't see or hear him but I've been in that house when Jake has made his presence known. It's quite the phenomenon, let me tell ya."

"Awww, that poor sweet little boy. No wonder he hasn't crossed over yet. It's the unfinished business thing. I wish I could thank him for helping me. I owe him so much."

Josie desperately wanted to tell her that like her, she was that sweet little boy's aunt but it would all be too much at the moment and it would also reveal that Jason was alive considering he was the one who told her and Josie knew that a secret like that, Megan would not be able to keep.

"Well, thank him in private. Keep your lips sealed ok? Anyways, speaking of Dave and Landy, I'm going to go see if they're working today. The guard's right outside and mom will be back soon, probably with Gerry so he can question you. Don't worry about him and his spooky stories. You can bet your ass she'll keep him in line and so will I."

"Ok...I guess." she softly peeped, forcing a light smile. "Oh and Dave and Orlando are here. They come to check on me and mom from time to time and they were here early this morning."

As she headed out, Josie's heart smiled knowing the good doctors were taking time out of their hectic schedules to look out for her family and now she wanted to make sure her loyal friends were doing alright since she seemed to have lost her childhood friend Emily for not being around much.

After shooting a quick text to both physicians during a bathroom break, Landy was the first to respond.

"Hey beautiful. In the cafeteria on break. Can't wait to see you."

"Be there in a few :)"

Orlando's lunch buddy and fellow colleague lifted a curious brow. "What's got you so chipper with that cheeky smile? You never smile when you're here."

"Because this place sucks the life out of me."

"I hear ya on that bro. I'm working a double. So do tell, who's the one that breathed the life back into you just now? Would it happen to be a woman? I'd be careful there. They'll suck the life out of you too and I don't mean from your lollipop with the surprise cream center."

"And I hear ya on that bro." Orlando agreed with a chuckle and a mouth full of what appeared to be meatloaf, then he promptly stood when he saw the woman he was agreeing about. "Gotta go. There she is now."

"How goes it girl??" he raved as he snapped his food tray onto a table and scooped her up, giving the squealing blonde a quick spin around, then a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Giggling, Josie sat down. "Well, not as good as you seem to be, but it's going."

Orlando sat down and gave a cheesy grin as he popped a few grapes in his mouth. "Well, that's what you do, light up a dark room when you walk in. Let me guess. Lee?"

Josie's smile faded. "He left me."

Orlando's chomping chews halted and he forced a hard swallow. "What?"

Her eyes burned of tears but she held them in. "7 A.M. this morning. I guess he's still not talking to you since you didn't know?"

"I haven't heard from him since he sent me that unwarranted text saying she's all yours."

"He was drunk, as if that's any consolation but I didn't come here to talk about Lee. How are you doing? Like really doing. Any problems from your dad errr sorry...I mean Luke Sr?"

"Not a peep from him or anyone related to me. Mum, Sam and Jimmy went back home and my brother Luke, as usual and as if I really care, is MIA and I, as usual, am all alone."

Josie smiled and slid her hand across the table, clutching his. "You got me. I know I've been stuck in my own little world lately but I'm still here if you need me. You've certainly been here for me."

"Well I certainly owe you after you stuck your neck out for me the night Ethan attacked me AND the night I stupidly went after my fath...Luke...with that hammer, oh and how could I ever forget you saved my life when the other asshole Luke almost killed me."

"You owe me nothing. That's what friends are for Landy. You tried to protect me from Ethan too and you took one hell of a sucker punch for me from Lee as well. It's just that, Britt and Jason are gone, god knows where, Lee gave up on me, Craig probably too which is my fault but I'm sure it makes you happy and then there's Em who hates me right now. I just don't want to lose you too."

His hand squeezed hers and his other hand reached up to stroke her cheek. "Never. I'm not going anywhere Jo. As far as Cujo Craig, yeah there's no love loss there. Can't stand the dude but it does not make me happy to see you hurting. I'm sorry for whatever happened between you both and I'm here if you want to talk about it or Lee or anything else. Always. So who's this Em you mentioned?"

"My friend from Ireland. She was at Jason's funeral reception at mom's remember?"

His lips puckered in thought. "Oh yeah, the cute little brunette with the accent."

"That would be the one but don't let the cuteness fool you. She can be quite the conniving cunt."

The British doc chuckled. "Bloody hell. May I ask why you are friends with her then?"

"Because I forgave her for something really bad that wasn't entirely her fault. God, I haven't spoken about this in years."

Noticing Josie's disconcerting spirit, Orlando backed off. "Hey, whatever it is, you don't have to talk about it. We can talk about something el..."

"No, no. It's ok. I don't mind telling you because I know you won't say anything to anyone. It's a secret between me, Em and...my dad that I've kept because it just would have done more harm than good if you know what I mean? Actually, no good at all."

Orlando shifted in his seat during a delayed reply, his eyes breaking contact as he thought of what his dad had done to him in his adolescent years. "Absolutely I do."

Josie stiffened up, eyes wide with instant regret. "Oh god, Landy, of course you do. How insensitive of me. I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"No no no Jo, it's alright. I'm ok. Promise." he claimed with a smile. "Please...go on. I'm all ears and my lips will remain forever sealed. Fire away love."

She released a deep, remorseful sigh and then submitted to his polite demand in hopes of distracting his thoughts away from the personal hell she had just unintentionally sent him whirling back to. "Ok well...it was Christmas time, 10 years ago. Her dad had recently passed by taking his own life because her mother left him for another man. Em don't have any siblings either so she was left all alone for the holidays. I invited her to come spend Christmas with us, all expenses paid to help her out. I missed her and felt so bad for her so I thought it would do us both some good since we hadn't seen each other since our early teens, well except through video chat but anyways. It wasn't exactly a festive time for our family either. My mom and dad were having marital troubles and were discreetly avoiding each other due to my father finding out about her affair and that my brother Bo wasn't his son. Mom stayed mostly in the kitchen with Megan and my aunt Olivia, mom's youngest sister, cooking and sipping her Irish whiskey. Jason had just been sucked into Sonny's underground lair of crime so he wasn't there and since Bo was a cop, he used the excuse of short staffing to not be present but we all knew he was avoiding the drama. I understood though. His entire world had just been turned upside down, SO, it was just me, Em and my dad hanging out.

After a silent and awkward dinner and a small gift exchange, mom went to lay down. The rest of us were playing games and going pretty heavy on the wine. Em decided to play the piano for awhile while me, Megan and Olivia were engrossed in a game of UNO and that's when I first noticed something with my dad when I watched him walk away. He went over to her, glancing into the hall as if he were making sure no one was there and then he propped his arm on top of the piano to listen to the song. The way he smiled and blushed, it just felt off to me, especially when I then saw the way he looked at her. First her face, then his eyes traveled down her body.

I told myself I was surely mistaken in what I was witnessing, that dad was just flushed because of all the wine and he was so smiley because he was tipsy and that he was just enjoying the music because Em played so well. He must have been looking at her fingers dance along the keys and not her body right?? That's what I convinced myself of, I mean, he was in his late 50's and Em was my age, early 20's but deep down I knew that age has never stopped attraction.

UGH so...as the night went on, we must have went through at least a dozen bottles of wine between all five of us. Needless to say, we were all quite inebriated and began dancing and singing on Megan's Karaoke machine. At some point, Em had to use the bathroom and a few moments later, I noticed Dad was missing. That off feeling came rushing back so I snuck off to see where he went. That's when I saw her in his arms, crying her eyes out.

Normally, I would have thought he was just comforting her because of her loss until I saw him turn his mouth to her ear and kiss it. Then he said "I'm here for you Emily." Their hug was body pressing and longer than it should have been and my dad's hand was stroking her back in a seductive way and THEN...she told him he smelled and felt so good and he said the same fucking thing back to her. I don't know what happened next because Megan was shouting my name and I panicked and ran back. I was shaking and furious and decided I was just going to keep drinking and keep quiet because I didn't want to start something and wake mom up.

Anyways, the reason Megan was calling for me was because we were out of wine and at that point, I was desperate to find more. Megan was too so she spilled a secret and told me she forgot that she had stashed a few bottles in her closet to drink when she would sneak a guy in. She got up to go get it and fell right back on her butt and broke her wine glass, cutting her finger. After some time of me and Olivia cleaning her up in the kitchen, I went to get the wine so I could spy on my own father once more. He and Em were still not in the living room where we had been and they weren't where I had last seen them. That's when I noticed the bathroom light on under the closed door. When I crept up to it, I....I heard soft moans and panting and then, the toilet flushed to drown out the sound of their...you know...but I was close enough to hear.

I panicked again and bolted up the stairs and hid in Megan's room until I could pull myself out of my state of absolute and utter shock."

Orlando's chocolate eyes were wide and his mouth wider as he sat in momentary silence before relaying his thoughts. "I can imagine that right now, I look just as you did? This girl, your friend of all those years...actually slept with your married father???"

"Yep...and right under our noses and mom's to boot. And the fact that he even did it...I still can't fathom it. Nothing like a drunken quickie in the bathroom! I get that mom betrayed him but what he did was so extreme. I'm sure he felt he was justified but not me."

"So, what did you do? You said you kept it a secret so I assume your mom or anyone else found out?"

"Well, when I came down the stairs with the wine, dad, with his jacket now off and a sweaty face, was coming through the hall with more wine glasses. He asked me if mom was awake and I was just so mad that I said nothing. I just shrugged my shoulders and rushed past him to avoid conversation and having to look him in the eyes or he would have known that I knew.

So no, I never told anyone...but I sure as shit told Emily the next morning that I knew and told her to get the fuck out. She flew back to Ireland and it was a couple years before we reconnected. Forget and forgive right? Wrong. I'll never forget it. Honestly, I'm not sure if I've even forgiven her because I still feel so angry about it. How could she do that to my mother?? or to me??"

"I completely understand that. What about your dad though? Did you forgive him?"

"In time, yes. I mean, he's my dad and I could tell he regretted it the next day when he was sober where is, I don't feel Em did. When I had confronted her about it, she got pissy and defensive as if she had done nothing wrong, claiming she and my dad were both consenting adults and could do as they pleased. She even had the audacity to admit she had been fucking him the entire week she had been there before Christmas and that's when I socked her hard and good. She left with a split, fat lip and that was that."

"Damn, she really IS a bloody cunt. So...you eventually made up years later and you said that she hates you now? What happened this time, if...I may ask?"

"She's pissed that I haven't been to skating class for the kids, leaving her to do it and she needed a break, which that part is true but then she asked me to cover for her tomorrow so she could go shopping all day for some party later that night. Tomorrow's the 25th. It's Lee's birthday. My mind just isn't there to be on the ice right now so I told her no and to just cancel the class. She then proceeded to tell me who the guy was that she was going out with which I know she told me on purpose to piss me off. It's a guy named Johnny and he's mob. I know him and he's only using her to get under my skin. He's not a good guy and I made my thoughts about it known to her more than once about him. To paraphrase the rest, she called me a hypocrite because of Jason and Craig, oh and also a jealous bitch, then she hung up."

"With all due respect Josie, mob is mob. None of them are good."

"Well, respectfully to you also, we will just have to agree to disagree. I know your feelings towards Craig but he and my brother are different. Alright, I have rambled long enough and probably wasted your entire lunch break. One last thing though. I wanted to also thank you for looking in on my mom and sister. It means a lot."

Orlando took her hand once more, his fingers softly fondling hers as he smiled. "You are very welcome and never a waste of my time...you know I said what I said because I care about you right? I just don't want to see you get hurt or I feel I'm going to have to dig my hammer back out."

"No you're not." she ordered with narrowed eyes and pulled her hand away. "I don't want you involved AT ALL ok? I care for you too and don't want you to get hurt either Landy."

"Well I kind of am involved Jo. Look who my brothers are. Alright I'll drop this. So, I hear you and Megan have reconciled? She was quite happy to tell me that."

"It's a work in progress but yeah, I think we're getting there. At least she's genuinely remorseful. Crazy how bad shit brings people closer together. She's having some memories too, of what happened. Nothing too concrete but could you maybe keep an extra eye out for who goes around her room? She swears she saw a man in the hall that she believes was her attacker the same night I was here in the ER. He was wearing a suit, shiny shoes and strong cologne, had a strong accent too but not foreign. She just couldn't see his face. It was too dark."

"Sure will but you do know you just described half the men I see on a daily basis."

Josie scoffed. "Ugh not you too."

"Huh?"

"Nothing, it's just that Gerry and Craig already told me the same thing and..."

"You know...the night you were here...that's what your Kiwi K9 was wearing and he wasn't with you the entire ti...."

"Stop." Josie huffed, lips pursed as she thought to herself once again...not you too. Her gnawing guilt over accusing Craig of being the shadow man had her bound and determined to defend him. "I know you're hell bent on finding some kind of fault in Craig because you don't like him but it wasn't him. He has no reason to hurt Megan and I just said the man's accent wasn't foreign. It is most likely someone in or from the Boston area and Gerry, who is a cop remember? He agrees with me."

"Sorry but it's not hard to find fault in someone like him. It amazes me how he has you wrapped around his dirty little finger. Just why is that?"

"I'm not sure if what you're implying but I'm not going to argue with you about this. I can't. I have no fight left in me right now after the morning I had. You said you would stop, so please stop Landy."

Noticing a slight whimper in her voice and trembling of her body as she softly pleaded in defeat, Orlando was overcome with self-reproach. "If it will make you feel better, just slap me because I deserve it for being an asshole yet once again. I'm sorry, truly. What can I do to make you feel better?"

"You can tell me you haven't seen any red water lately?"

Orlando's brows furrowed at the peculiar question. "Umm Red....water? Is that..some new movie?"

"I really wish it was but no. Like, actual red water Landy. Out of the tap or shower?"

"Oh you mean like rusty water. Not that I can recall. Why?"

"Because..." she began but then her phone beeped. "Sorry, let me check this. It might be mom or Megan." Or Lee, she silently hoped, but it wasn't. It was Dave.

"Hey, where are you? I need to see you ASAP!"

"Weird. I was actually looking for u too. I'm here at the hospital. Where are u? I'll come now."

"Doctor lounge. Hurry."

"So sorry Landy. I need to go."

As Josie stood, Orlando stood too and she kissed his cheek before rushing off. "Let's meet up sometime soon ok? Lunch or something. Text me, especially if you see red water. See ya later!"

His brow arched and his cheeks puffed out as he released a hard sigh and dumped the rest of his food in the trash. "Alrighty then. Back to work Landy."

After racing up two flights of stairs, she came to the small and private lounge where staff could take a break in some peace and quiet. Upon peeking inside, there sat her tall, dark and handsome blue-eyed bff in his white doctor coat with a coffee and muffin before him.

"Hey you. " she panted as she wriggled out of her jacket, then sat down with a smile, offering a sweet touch of endearment by laying her hand upon his flawless face. "You ok? What's so urgent?"

Smitten by her touch, Dave gave a shy smile and complimented her in his soft voice. "Hey beautiful. "I'm ok but...I don't know if you will be when I tell you something."

She slowly lowered her hand, her smile fading. "W..what is it?"

"Josie...Peter was just brought in to the ER and has been admitted."

"You...you mean he's still alive?? Again???"

"Unfortunately, yeah. That was my exact thoughts too. The wastrel certainly appears to have nine lives. Let's hope he used them all up this time."

"So what happened to him? Shanked?" she asked with a sarcastic giggle.

"No actually. They're doing tests and labs but my guess is he was poisoned based on his condition. He's been intubated and has lapsed into a coma."

"The strangler." she whispered as her eyes drifted off.

"The what?"

"It's an appellation for a common poison in the underworld inspired by Game of Thrones when that little prick King Joffrey was poisoned. Jason told me about it before. It causes the neck muscles to clench so tightly that the person asphyxiates. I'm actually surprised the louse made it this long. Peter has as many haters as Nickelback does. If only he had died the day you pushed him down the stairs and put him in that ice chest."

Dave's eyes bulged as he rushed to shut the door. "Shhhhh!!! Don't say that out loud around here...or anywhere for that matter! Anyone could have been walking by. No one can ever know about that Josie. It's our secret that we take to the grave remember??"

"Relax David jeesh. I didn't say it that loud. No one knows. Not even Peter. He don't remember or he surely would have mentioned it when I went to visit him."

"Unless he was just toying with you and plotting some of his sick and twisted reven....wait, you what??? You went to visit him??? WHEN?"

"A few days ago." she squeaked with worry because Dave was such a reserved guy and hen he got angry, people knew it.

"And NOW he ends up here??? Possibly poisoned by this strangler potion that you know ALL about because of your connections with the fucking mob!! And why would you even go visit him?? It only leads his demented mind on for one thing and..."

"You know, it's a good thing you shut the door! Calm down already before you have a fucking stroke."

"Oh this IS fucking calm miss condescending. Stop dismissing me and my questions."

"You're swearing at me! That's not calm and that's not you!"

"What, because I dropped the F bomb that your pretty little mouth spews like a fucking sailor?"

"Oh my god Dave, are we really fighting over Peter???"

"We ARE. What if your presence after all this time would have triggered his memory, if he don't already know that is? Megan told me she's remembering things. It happens Josie. Memory loss isn't always permanent. Sights, sounds, smells, anything can trigger it! What if he miraculously lives and rats us out? You were there too ya know? Aiding and abetting me."

"I kind of had no choice when I found you at the top of the stairs and him in a pool of blood at the bottom with no pulse! Why did you have to follow him up to the roof of the hospital??"

"I kind of had no choice either! You know all of this Josie! It was the day you were finally being released after he had shot you, which he got away with since the bullet was meant for his father to save you, and I came to your room to take you home and you were gone. The nurse told me you already left. I called you and I heard your phone ringing on the night table so when I went looking for you, I saw Peter sneaking into the stairwell that led up to the roof so of COURSE I followed him, thinking he had you."

"Well he didn't. The nurse was mistaken because I went to Britt's office to say goodbye but you should have called the cops if that's what you believed! I came back to get my phone and then you never showed up so I called you and got no answer! I asked around and finally a nurse told me she saw you take the stairs only moments ago and when I neared the floor where your office was, I heard the commotion above me and THAT'S when I came up and found you both!!"

In a brief silence from exhaustion, the memory of Peter's tumble flashed before both of their eyes as they stared at each other.

Dave's voice softened as he resumed the conversation. "If I hadn't followed him and if he DID have you with him, you'd be gone right now, lost on some other continent in one of his many hideaways. He had a helicopter circling far above to land at his command. You were supposed to be with him. Going to see my sister who's unfortunately his too is most likely what saved you because he didn't know where you were. I was just so angry Josie. That's why I confronted him and we briefly argued on the roof. When he realized he was busted, he took off so I followed him to the stairs and grabbed him. We scuffled and that's when it happened. I just couldn't let him hurt you again but he did when he kidnapped you a few months later and locked you in that morgue drawer. Clearly, he wasn't dead. His pulse was too weak for you to feel but he should have died from lack of air in that old freezer chest we put him inside in the abandoned area of the hospital basement. The thing had cobwebs on it. He wouldn't have been found for possibly years but he must have became conscious shortly after we left him. I'm sorry for losing my shit. I really am. You know how I feel about you Josie and I would do it all over again to keep you safe."

With a single sniffle, he stood and walked to the window, his blue hues icy from the tear glaze they basted in as he watched Josie's reflection in the window appear behind him. "Hey, come here."

She took his arm, turned him around and embraced him. "I'm sorry too. We're both just worked up over the fact he cheated death once more and now all we can do is hope that the grim reaper makes an appearance. You risked everything for me and I love you for it."

Dave closed his eyes, pained by knowing her love wasn't the kind he had always longed for from her.

She released him with a smile. "Let's not fight ok? If he lives and if he remembers, I highly doubt he could prove it. There's no witnesses for one thing and for another thing, Gerry would have my back if he did. I should have told him in the first place but it wasn't just my life at stake, it was yours too. Either way, we can't let him win. Not anymore. Thank you for telling me he was here. I'm going to go see if Gerry knows yet."

As she put her jacket back on, Dave gently clasped her wrist. "Promise me you won't go near Peter."

"How could I? There's surely a guard outside of his room."

"That's not an answer Josie."

"Ok fine, fine jeesh. I won't go near him."

As she left, Dave sat back down and swigged back his cold brew, then leered back at the door. "Like hell you won't."

Walking through the halls, Josie appeared calm on the outside but inside she was raging like she never had before which even she knew caused her to make poor decisions.

As her irrational thoughts came to a devious conclusion, she briefly paused her steps and then walked right past the hall that led to Gerry's location.

After Lee had completed some small carpentry projects, he took a shower and used the next 4 hours before his shift to sleep. It only took seconds for him to drift off and soon, he found himself in a dreamworld he didn't want to wake from.

Muffled music played.

"The first time ever I saw your face, thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and the endless skies, my love."

A crowd of nameless faces circled about the large tent adorned with crystal chandeliers and strings of glowing globes as they watched Lee take his new bride in his arms for for their first dance as husband and wife. He held his Jo so close, kissing her forehead as they slowly swayed to the song that they had first danced to while falling in love.

It was a picture perfect moment. All was finally as it was written in the stars when Jacob appeared, dressed like his father. "Hi Daddy. Hi Mommy."

Lee scooped him up in one arm and wrapped his other around Jo and the happily united family continued to dance as Mr. Pace kissed Mrs. Pace.

"And the first time ever I kissed your mouth, I felt the earth move in my hand like the trembling heart of a captive bird that was there at my command, my love."

As Jacob dozed off on his daddy's shoulder, he smiled.

"Daddy?" Jacob mumbled.

"What is it monkey?"

"Did you her that?"

Lee's brows furrowed as he looked around. "Hear what Jake?"

"Don't push the red button Daddy."

A powerful pop startled Lee from his sleep. "Jake??"

When his eyes began to focus, Lee noticed that 2 hours had passed, yet the dream seemed like only seconds. He also noticed his almost full can of watermelon Red Bull laid in a puddle of red liquid on the wooden floor beside his bed. Assuming he had knocked it off in his sleep and that that was the noise he had heard, Lee sat up and as he played the very lucid dream back in his mind, he slid from the bed to his knees and sobbed.

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[hauntedbykeys]

one of the more amusing things about Jacob Wicker as a character (to me) is that throughout season 2 there’s this general tone of him being kind of pathetic and then in season 3 he does two of the most badass things he can possibly do (kill a creep and tell his mom she sucks)

[crwbannwen]

Jacob Wicker would hate me for drawing his phone background as Sabrina Carpenter but like I didn’t know what else to draw.

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Stats from Movies 1-100

Top 10 Movies - Highest Number of Votes

Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) had the most votes with 2,493 votes.

The 10 Most Watched Films by Percentage

Coraline (2009) was the most watched film with 89.41% of voters saying they had seen it.

The 10 Least Watched Films by Percentage

Halloween (2007) was the least watched film with 64.13% of voters saying they hadn't seen it.

The 10 Most Known Films by Percentage

Coraline (2009) was the best known film with only 0.08% of voters saying they'd never heard of it.

The 10 Least Known Films by Percentage

Shrooms (2007) was the least known film with 74.77% of voters saying they'd never heard of it.

The movies part of the statistic count and their polls below the cut.

Carrie (1976) Scream (1996) Hereditary (2018) It (2017) Candyman (1992) Killer Klowns from Outer Space (1988) The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) The Babadook (2014) Paranormal Activity (2007) An American Werewolf in London (1981)

Misery (1990) The Fly (1986) Black Swan (2010) House of 1000 Corpses (2003) The Devil’s Rejects (2005) 3 from Hell (2019) Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008) Halloween (1978) Halloween (2007) Re-Animator (1985)

My Bloody Valentine (1981) Tucker and Dale vs Evil (2010) Little Shop of Horrors (1986) Scary Movie (2000) Birdemic: Shock and Terror (2010) Psycho (1960) Train to Busan (2016) Thelma (2017) The Dark (2018) Ravenous (1999)

Shrooms (2007) Let the Right One In (2008) It Follows (2014) Martyrs (2008) The Wicker Man (1973) The Descent (2005) Dead End (2003) Fear Street trilogy (2021) The Ring (2002) Bride of Re-Animator (1990)

Frankenstein (1931) Broken (1993) NoroI: The Curse (2005) The Eyes of My Mother (2016) Jacob's Ladder (1990) Phenomena (1985) Ichi the Killer (2001) Nightbreed (1990) Braindead (1992) Hatching (2022)

Wait Until Dark (1967) The Host (2006) Oculus (2013) Skinamarink (2022) We're All Going to the World's Fair (2021) Perfect Blue (1997) The Night House (2020) Lake Mungo (2008) Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) Phantom of the Paradise (1974)

The Cabin in the Woods (2011) Devour (2005) My Bloody Valentine 3D (2009) Unfriended (2014) Choose or Die (2022) The Ritual (2017) Countdown (2019) The Wretched (2019) House (1977) Suspiria (1977)

Hatchet (2006) Hell House LLC (2015) The Taking of Deborah Logan (2014) The Exorcist (1973) Poltergeist (1982) Gremlins (1984) Child's Play (1988) A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) Audition (1999) Cam (2018)

Jennifer's Body (2009) Ready or Not (2019) Dracula (1931) Freaks (1932) Alien (1979) Saw (2004) House of Wax (2005) Parasite (2019) Nope (2022) The Lost Boys (1987)

Hellraiser (1987) Ghost Ship (2002) Triangle (2009) Talk to Me (2022) Terrifier (2016) Coraline (2009) Monster House (2006) Mama (2013) Pulse (2001) Midsommar (2019)

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i love writing about religious trauma and sexual repression. youd think being raised catholic would make me Catholic about sex but no, apparently. im goin in blind