#kid's horror

[nostalgiahime]

Goosebumps Horrorland advertisement in Nickelodeon Magazine (2008) [✩]

[bloodytwine]

bloodytwine.com presents:

A FIVE-YEAR-OLD’S MINI-SHORT-HORROR STORY:

#31: LEMON UP

By Jacob F.

Jacob and his friend, Jeremy, were in Jacob’s kitchen. “My dad is the manager of a grocery store,” said Jacob. “The store just got the sourest lemons in the world, and my dad brought one home. It is so sour, it will shrivel up your face.” “Nuh, uh,” said Jeremy. “You made that up.” “Did not,” said Jacob. “It is right here.” He took a plastic bag out of the refrigerator and held it up. It was full of lemon slices. “This is the sourest lemon in the whole wide world,” said Jacob. “My dad cut it up, but he was afraid to eat it.” “I am going to take a bite of it,” said Jeremy. “Don’t do that,” said Jacob. “It is the sourest lemon in the world. My dad said it’s so strong, it will wither you up.” Jeremy ignored him and took out a lemon slice. He took a bite out of the lemon slice. His face puckered in on itself, and his whole body shriveled up because the lemon was so sour. Jeremy looked like a little old man. “Now you look like a grownup,” said Jacob. “That means you have to pay taxes.”

THE END

This five-year-old’s mini-short-horror story was brought to you by bloodytwine.com.

[ashoss]

the brothers ever

or i saw this post and i blanked out to this being done

w/o text under the cut :)

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[alectology-archive]

most annoying breed of author is actually someone who doesn’t respect a genre and sets out to subvert it.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

gender is a performance and i am but a reluctant backstage emo whose parents made them sign up for tech crew as an Extracurricular

[erod-doi]

You only gotta worry about one thing.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Kermit the Frog

The Muppet Show (1977)

[xamag-draws]

[Silent Hill] "save me from them..."

[manicgremlinnightmaregirl]

2000s emos in horror films need to make a comeback

[ew-selfish-art]

DPxDC Au: Normally when Danny vandalizes ancient cave walls and historic places on his 'favor' missions for Clockwork, he gets sent back to erase them. But no, apparently this time, when Danny added his actual phone number into some painting, he's not allowed to go back and fix it. Ugh.

...

Tim has had the painting of Bruce professionally reviewed a few times since the old Bat was retrieved from the time stream. He's not entirely sure how the painting still exists, he's not even sure that it matters any more... But one day Tim catches something new in the painting.

It was small, and it could've just been the light at first but... Is that a phone number in the background?? It looks like black marker on the black curtains and it makes him feel feral. The family is kinder this time about how they think he's gone crazy- but each one of them admit that they can't remember a phone number ever being present.

The lab reports that the number was added over the paint- and that it's an ink based marking akin to a sharpie but like, hundreds of years old. So... It's been added recently but not at all recently enough for Tim to have an explanation.

Tim doesn't want to hear any more of his family members opinions on the matter and he certainly isn't going to just, stop investigating or something stupid like that. So, he takes the painting to the tower, gathers his team (Cassie, Kon and Bart), and they call the number in the middle of the night after a lot of planning/back-and-forth/catastrophizing.

It doesn't answer until the final ring, and the static that comes through the phone is bone chilling. A deep, monstrous groan which echoed with agony fills the room.

"I have a math test in like, three hours, who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you calling in the middle of the night?" The voice now complains, still sounding vaguely inhuman despite it's very human word choices.

"Your number is in a historical painting, we had a few questions but uh, you can call us back later?" Tim cringes as he says it but he hadn't planned on having to reply to someone trying to go back to bed. Or someone who was apparently also a teenager. (He had so, so many contingency plans for like, every kind of villain, alien or demon. lame.)

"...Ugh. might as well." The voice calls out, agreeing with a sigh that echos so deeply the team can feel it in their bones.

"Cool. Good luck on your test?" Tim offers.

"Mph." And the line hangs up.

...

Danny is at lunch with Sam and Tucker when he remembers the late night call. He'd spent the morning bitching about never getting a full night of sleep and it finally occurred to him what had happened. Of course his friends think it's hilarious that CW wouldn't let him erase his number. Of course they do.

They stop laughing when Danny calls the number back.

"Hello, this is Red Robin of Gotham. I have Superboy, Wonder girl and Impulse present with me. How did your math test go?"

[bloodytwine]

bloodytwine.com presents:

A FIVE-YEAR-OLD’S MINI-SHORT-HORROR STORY:

#24: FRIGGATRISKAIDEKAPHOBIA

By  Miri H.

Donnie and Josie talked about the date. They had to talk loud because of the people around them. “It’s Friday the 13th,” said Josie. “That’s bad.” “Why is that bad?” asked Donnie. “Friday the 13th is a bad day,” said Josie. “You have bad luck today.” “How do you know that?” asked Donnie. “Because my cat died on Friday the 13th,” said Josie. “Then my ice cream fell off my cone. Then the dog ate my doll. And then my mom made me pick up my toys.” “That is bad, but I don’t think it’s that bad,” said Donnie. “Oh, yeah?” asked Josie. “Then why is the plane crashing?” She had to talk loud because everyone else on the plane was screaming.

THE END

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[caicie]

I want to see people look at Phantom, really look at him, and realize that is a child. That is a dead child. And oh my god, he’s fighting other dead children. And suddenly Danny notices an odd uptake in people investigating missing children’s cases in Amity Park in the past ten years because the other day Phantom called Ember a rip-off of The Dazzlings from My Little Pony and how does he know what that is, are there tvs in the ghost zone?

[snazzydwarf]

(This was written in July oh dear-)

You know how in a lot of fics a de-aged Danny winds up in Gotham either via Clockwork putting him there, or Danny goes through a portal (either through his own volition or not) and ends up being taken in by one of the bats?

Okay that, but what if he was never picked up and ends up falling through the cracks and becoming one of the many homeless children wandering Gotham's streets, but unlike all the other street kids who know when to keep their head down Danny just doesn't have those fear receptors... like at all- It's almost scary with how the kid manages to just not give a single flying fuck about what is going on.

So after a while of wandering the streets and getting acquainted with the Gotham's inhabitants everyone slowly get's used to the kid wandering around, dropping their guard and greeting him with smiles when he toddles around the corner, looking for his next meal or piece of scrap clothing.

Perhaps it's this show of trust they begin to notice the strangeness that hangs around him like a cloud. The shifting coloured eyes, the coldness in his skin that never seems to go away no matter how much clothing the kid gets bundled in.

The fact that no one knows where he goes once they take their eyes on him? Spooky to say the least, but they're Gothamites! One shady, possibly meta, kid ain't gonna change anything.

So he becomes a staple in everyone's lives, and eventually learned his name is Danny. He talks about having an older sister called Jazz, two best friends and a puppy he named Cujo. (who let their kids watch Cujo???) They also learned he had an innate fear of The Bats, whenever one swept into the streets during their nightly patrol he would just... disappear. He became unfindable and wouldn't appear until the next day.

At first they thought it was him finding a safe place to sleep while the night rolled around and the Rouges came out to play, but that assumption was quickly squashed when he was caught wailing on one of the Jokers henchmen. The white makeup couldn't even cover up the black and blue bruises that covered his face.

It was comical, if not a bit frightening to see this small child practically a baby sitting upon a knocked out, grown ass man. His little stubby legs dangling off the side of his body, too small to even reach the ground.

Of course nothing stays under the Bats radar for long so he end up eventually getting spotted. However none of the Bats where expecting such resistance from the civilians when they offered to take the kid.

Now whenever the little tyke is bumbling around and a Bat (or any other vigilante associated with them) is in the area, it's all hands on deck to distract Danny and get him somewhere else.

[densewentz]

Take Your Kid to Work Day (with Dream's decidedly more alarming version of an artist rendering their kid's drawing)

[theveryworstthing]

The Witch's Granddaughters

local witches Mishthill Vine and her husband Joe found a very badly woven basket full of strange infants and wildflowers on their doorstep about 26 years ago. they did not have to read the note tucked in with the babies to figure out that their daughter had found a new way to give them migraines. 

everybody wants to be a monster-fucker, but nobody wants to deal with the results. 

Ashe and Arrow rarely see their parents but they don't really mind anymore. they used to go on little holiday adventures with them when their mom remembered they existed (or needed something from Maw and PopPop) but that was... A Lot. these days they're full grown witches plotting out adventures of their own while helping their grandparents keep the local magic bullshit under control. 

they're good kids. 

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