#Serial Killer

[one-time-i-dreamt]

There was a serial killer on the loose, and everyone called them The Clapping Ass Man because he would slowly clap as he approached victims to scare them. And then the internet stepped and added the ass part. The killer did not like this and tried to change it, but the name was set. The name also lead to many people looking for The Clapping Ass Man to “get some of that juicy booty” (dream quote). This disturbed the killer so much that he just stopped killing.

[thehmn]

The oldest inn in Denmark sounds like something that was taken straight out of a horror story bordering on being too cliche or weird to be believable.

I present to you Bromølle Kro

We don’t know how old it is because it was first mentioned in a text from 1198 when it had already been open for years. I could go into detail about how it also used to function as a mill and store but that’s boring.

The first strange part is that the current building isn’t the original. You see, it was build on a bog and slowly each incarnation of the inn would get more and more damp, the floor would become soggy, mould would spread and the walls would bend as the whole thing sank into the ground. Eventually the owners would tear the whole thing down and build a new inn on the rubble. They did this over and over again, leaving everyone to wonder why they didn’t rebuild it somewhere else.

Then in the 1700’s guests started to disappear. It took a while for people to notice because most guests were travellers who were expected to be gone by morning anyway, but eventually so many people disappeared it couldn’t be ignored.

The couple who owned the inn were accused of getting rich patrons senselessly drunk, dragging them to their room and beating them to death with a club hidden under the bed. They then threw the victims out the window into the river that ran behind the inn.

For years people weren’t sure how true the story was. Did they really kill that many people? How would that even be possible without anyone seeing or hearing it?

Then in the 1950’s people wanted to straighten the river out for convenience and after they temporarily dried it up they started digging and found a skeleton. And another. And another. And another.

In all they dug up 28 skeletons from one small stretch of the river very close to the inn. And those were just the ones they found.

And despite all this the inn stayed in business. It wasn’t closed despite repeatedly sinking into the ground. It didn’t close when the owners were hanged for being serial killers. And it didn’t bother anyone that they had been sleeping and dining next to murder victims for years.

Today the ground has dried up and you can even enjoy the view of the river while you have lunch. They keep two of the skulls in the reception and named one of them Frede (a name that means peace/rest) for your viewing pleasure.

And somehow Bromølle Kro just keeps going and going…

[psuedofolio]

More "characters every day" and the theme was horror.

This was an extremely fun week for me. I usually don't let myself get too spooky or violent or weird cause frankly my usual vibe is cute sexy pinups. But it's good to have multiple interests.

I really love doing horror stuff. I like how little things do a lot in horror. You just need a shadow to fall a certain way, or a smile to look wrong, and it's gonna be a spooky time.

Flavor text goes as follows:

They dumped the body. Then they returned to the lake, one by one.

Rachel was a beloved sister. Her laughter brought joy to those around her. And she was supposed to stay dead.

"We found something in the dreamcatcher."

There's more of those kids everyday.

The Mothmen got distracted again.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Manhunter (Michael Mann, 1986)

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

So uh...

remember that separate AU I mentioned awhile back?

Yeah uh...

Serial Killer AU.

Would you believe this was inspired by something said in a Sun and Moon Show video? In the Garten of BanBan 2 episode, Moon mentioned an alternate dimension where Sun was a serial killer.

And that got me thinking...

A Killer Duo.

After escaping the Pizzaplex as it burns down, Sun and Moon work together to rid the small town they harbor in of abusers, or anyone who would dare bring harm to children.

They do it for the kids.

And after 15 years of going undetected...you arrive.

This AU is certainly darker than the Fairy AU, but it has been so fun creating this world. @moonlit-dreamers has been a huge help in developing this universe with me. And hopefully you guys will like it too :3

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[painsandconfusion]

Survivor's Aggression

Imagine someone who lost a loved one in a public accident. They're now tracking down and killing all the survivors.

Instead of the standard 'It should have been me', now we get 'It should have been you."

[animentality]

[socialjusticeinamerica]

This is what happens when you dehumanize a segment of the population.

[morbidology]

Ten-year-old Krystal Surles and her seven-year-old sister, Marque, went to the Harris household in Del Rio, Texas, on New Year’s Eve, 1999. They were having a slumber party with 13-year-old Kaylene Harris. They went to bed that night, unbeknownst to them, they were going to be targeted by a sadistic and opportunistic serial killer.

Marque slept in a spare bedroom while Krystal slept in the top bunk in Kaylene’s bedroom. Kaylene was asleep below her. Marque had wanted to sleep on the floor of the same bedroom but the two older girls wouldn’t let her. She went to bed upset but this decision undoubtedly saved her life.

In the middle of the night, Krystal awoke to the sound of a loud struggle and Kaylene screaming from the bunk bed below her. Krystal noticed that there was a man with a large boning knife attacking her friend. Krystal pretended to be asleep in the hopes that the man wouldn’t notice her. It almost worked.

After the attack on Kaylene, the killer started to move around the room, “almost like he was cleaning up evidence.” Then he noticed Krystal open her eyes and lunged towards her with the knife and slit her throat. Krystal initially attempted to fend the killer off but then feigned her death by stopping to move. Miraculously it worked and the killer fled the house.

When Krystal heard him speed off in his car, Krystal, saturated in blood, pulled herself from the bunk bed and checked on Kaylene. It was too late: she was dead. She had been stabbed 16 times before having her throat slit. She was also sexually assaulted. Krystal’s windpipe was severed, her fingers had been sliced while attempting to defend herself, and her vocal cords were nicked.

She made her way to the bedroom her sister was sleeping. Unable to awaken her, she assumed the entire house had been slaughtered. Thankfully, Marque and the rest of the Harris family were left untouched. The killer seemingly knew what target profile he had in mind that night.

Krystal staggered to the nearest neighbour which was approximately a quarter of a mile away. Unable to speak due to the severity of her wounds, Krystal assisted police with handwritten notes. She described the attacker and a composite sketch was drawn up. Within two days, serial killer Tommy Lynn Sells was apprehended for the crime. Krystal recognised him immediately as the man who murdered her friend and attempted to murder her.

He was suspected of killing at least 22 people and executed in 2014.

[misstycloud]

Yandere Slasher

Yandere!slasher who is your long term boyfriend of five years and absolutely loves you to death. He can’t imagine himself with someone else.

Yandere!slasher who has a secret hobby, something he can’t tell you or he’s sure you’d leave him. It is rather….different after all.

Yandere!slasher who reassures you that nothing bad will happen to you, like those other kids you often see in TV. He wouldn’t be entirely truthful if he didn’t say he enjoyed the moments when you tremble in anxiousness and he could be there to comfort you.

Yandere!slasher who has teamed up with another student of his collage to kill the people going there. But he has of course made sure the guy knows you’re off-limits. Otherwise, he’d find himself next to be on the news.

Yandere!slasher who knows you’d be horrified and heartbroken if you realised it was him all along who was causing this havoc, your sweet lovely boyfriend. So that’s why he needs to make sure no one will ever get the chance to snitch.

Yandere!slasher who got a real scare when one of their victims nearly got away while having accidentally seen his face. In a struggle they had managed to rip off his mask for just a second, but it was enough to connect to dots. Luckily he succeeded in getting rid off them before they could tell anybody.

Yandere!slasher who hates imagining your reaction to his special fun, he couldn’t help it though, something in him wouldn’t let him stop. It told him to continue. This thing had been in his mind as long as he could remember; growing as he did, getting stronger. The only person he didn’t feel this way towards was you. You, his darling little girlfriend.

Yandere!slasher who gets a fine opportunity to do some killing, because for some stupid reason decided to host a party despite the recent increase in murders- like what? How dumb can you be? They’re basically asking for it, the killer laughed. A house full of unsuspecting and intoxicated teenagers; it’s perfect.

Yandere!slasher who is surprised and a little nervous when you tell him you want to attend the party, even when you preferred staying in your dorm ever since teens had started turning up dead. Apparently your friends had convinced you to go anyway, they thought you needed to loosen up a little and could use some fun.

Yandere!slasher who let’s you go, but initially tries to talk you out of it; reminding you how jittery you’d been the last weeks. He didn’t manage to persuade you and went together with you. He was gonna go anyway but wanted to convince you that he had work that night and would come by later, after slaughtering his victims.

Yandere!slasher who with reluctance made sure you were knocked out on the couch. When he began his atrocities a lot of people had already started making their way home, and there wasn’t too many inside the house. The ones still there became his victims for the night.

Yandere!slasher who quietly slips away unnoticed to put on his disguise and curses his partner for dissing him without warning for the night and let’s him do it himself.

Yandere!slasher who knew no one would pay attention to his actions because of the raging alcohol and drugs. Which was good, it only gave him the advantage.

Yandere!slasher who has a chase with his prey through the house. When they notice you laying on the couch, they take you for a drunk who doesn’t have the capacity to run away. Distressed they choose to be a good person and tries to wake you up by shouting and shaking you, but ultimately fails.

Yandere!slasher who somehow lost sight of the victim. He wanted to punch himself, how could he let one escape! Then he realises that he hadn’t failed, because he suddenly hears loud screams from downstairs.

Yandere!slasher who immediately becomes aware of their intentions. They were trying to wake you up! Regardless of his intervention, he wasn’t sure you wouldn’t wake in case of someone screaming their lungs out right beside you.

Yandere!slasher who rushes downstairs and quickly ends it, with no conscience to their crying. It doesn’t matter how much they beg, it won’t change anything.

Yandere!slasher who winces when he sees that some dirt has splattered on your shirt. He then picks you up in his muscles arms before bringing you back to your dorm.

Yandere!slasher who hides his costume well and takes off your shirt, quickly throwing it in the laundry. What would you say if you discovered that stain? It’d undoubtedly raise questions. Tomorrow when the bodies were found, he didn’t want the police to suspect you if you turned up with blood on your shirt.

Yandere!slasher who cuddles you until you groggily open your eyes. You ask him what you were doing home, the last thing you remembered was being at the party. Your boyfriend tells you that you drank a little too much and ended up passing out, that he then carried you home pretty early.

“I’m worried, what if I’m the next victim-or worse, what if the killer targets you?”>

<“Whoever it is they won’t be able to lay a single hand on me, and not you either. Trust me.”

“How can you be so sure?”>

<“I just know….”

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was dating Mike Chang from Glee and then I got murdered by a serial killer.

[stalkingcreeperworld-blog]

i take care of you.

[gothicbutcher666]

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[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Les chambres rouges (Pascal Plante, 2023)

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

"W...W-Why are you doing this...?!" Sun blinked and cocked his head, feigning the look of an innocent child. "Huh? Ohhh!" He rested an elbow in one hand, using the other to draw a circle in the air referencing the man's predicament before walking around his chair. "You mean the whole 'tying you up and torturing you' thing! Well, it's quite obvious, isn't it~?"

Sun stopped directly behind him, bending low to speak directly into the man's ear.

"For Calvin, Mr. Grisham. For Eloise. And for every child in this town who has had to suffer, because of monsters like you."

Mr. Grisham trembled in his restraints, the sweet-sounding voice of Sun now laced with sinister and utter darkness. "Please, I-"

"Did you know-!" Sun halted him, continuing his walk around the chair. He waved an arm in Moon's direction, who fluidly twirled his knife, watching the man's blood still caked on it flick about the room. "My brother and I used to take care of children? You remember the pizzeria in the big city, don't you? Well, just because we are no longer daycare attendants, that doesn't mean our roles have changed. No no no~ Our roles have simply-"

Sun stopped back in front of Mr. Grisham's chair, getting into the man's face once more. His hands, once folded behind his back now gripping the arm rests. The wood creaked and nearly gave way from his grip alone. Sun's colored irises had shrunken down to slits, rattling with a craziness just waiting to bust free. His grin nearly stretched off of the edges of his face plate. A thin, black line formed between his teeth, and grew as his seemingly permanent-closed mouth, opened.

"Evolved," he finished, the word rattling in his robotic throat and chest.

Mr. Grisham whimpered, leaning back as much as he could from the looming animatronic. He squeezed his eyes and turned his head away. "S-Stop that-!"

Two hands grabbed at his head, turning it to face forward again. Two thumbs pulled his eyelids up, forcing him to look.

"What's wrong, Mr. Grisham~? Do I frighten you~?" Sun mockingly cooed. He leaned in closer, his nose pressed against Mr. Grisham's. "Good. Take a good, long, look, Mr. Grisham. I want you feel afraid. But this fear, is NOTHING compared to the fear you have inflicted upon your own children."

Sun's grip tightened. How easily he could pop this man's head like a grape. How badly he wanted to, how eagerly he wanted this maggot dead. But no. He had to suffer first. He had to pay. Sun relished in the man's whimpering as he trembled in his hands. Hot steam puffed from Sun's ajar mouth, ghosting the man's face.

"I wonder..." he thought aloud, his mouth a dangerous number of inches from the shivering man's head, "if I can scalp you with my own teeth~"

"Sun."

The animatronic paused, his eyes flicking to his left, towards Moon. The lunar animatronic stopped twirling his knife and simply stood there, giving his twin a known look between them with a raise brow.

Quickly--too quickly--Sun composed himself and stepped away, arms and hands open in surrender. "Ahaha! Apologies, brother! I got a little carried away there, didn't I?"

A small smile etched across Moon's face as he stepped forward. He couldn't fault Sun for his...eagerness. He placed a gloved hand on his twin's shoulder. "Go sanitize your gloves and face. Remove any traces of oil and skin."

Sun playfully saluted. "On it! I'll leave you to do the honors~" He then skipped away to do as instructed.

Mr. Grisham watched him go, bewildered and outright frightened by the swift changes in personality. Suddenly, something cold and sharp under his chin directed him to look forward, and he met Moon's hooded gaze, his face illuminated by narrow blue and red pupils. His own grin had widened and opened. Mr. Grisham whimpered as the tip of the knife pressed into his chin.

"Now that Sun's had his turn...looks like it's mine again~ Try to stay awake, Mr. Grisham. It's more fun that way~"

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