The man on the radio talks about this, that and a whole lot of the other. Says he's never done a jigsaw in his life. The traffic lady can't believe her ears. There's mention of The Guinness Book of Records. Pigeon Millers' 'Tiptoe' is the next track up. The weather is grey and undecided ... perhaps we'll get a 'soft day, thank God.'
I have many unfinished jigsaws. Many with pieces missing ... I bought them that way. Escher jigsaws that have defeated me that lurk somewhere in the loft. Love jigsaws but so do the cats and dogs ... another reason for missing pieces.
A friend of mine lives in an old church ... something I always dreamed of doing. I love churches and their graveyards. Peaceful places where you nod to the others ambling through, to those who brought a book. I like to admire and capture the fresh flowers and fake flowers left in memory. Something about fake flowers ... the way they're pieced together ... the way spiders cobweb them ... the way the colours fade. I've never seen 'fresh' fake flowers. Soft little jigsaws that I occasionally try to make.
Scattered thoughts but a very definite cup of coffee. The traffic lady is back with all the usual talk of congestion and collisions. The man on the radio puts on the next track, John Heggarty 'Correspondences' ..
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What are your top five television shows of all time?
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Okay okay this is hard because I’ve been obsessed with so many shows but here we go:
The Last of Us (nothing compares tbh)
Our Flag Means Death (RIP 🥲)
The Bear (I’m actually on my third re-watch as we speak)
Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul (I’m counting these as one bc I love them for the same reasons and it’s my blog I can do what I want)
Flight of the Conchords (my comfort show bc sometimes you really just need silly goofy bullshit)
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The Batfam dressing up for Halloween. Bruce lets them, under the condition that they still wear enough of their uniforms that people are able to recognize them
Nightwing- He owns a sexy maid outfit for this night only. Nobody believes he only wears it one night a year. Despite the fact that he does
Red Hood- His old Robin costume. Complete with cobwebs and smudges of dirt to make it look like he's a ghost. Yes, he's breaking Batman's rule, but he doesn't care
Orphan and Spoiler- They switch uniforms. The bright purple, snarky hero being silent and able to appear out of nowhere is almost as terrifying as the normally silent shadow speaking and giggling
Red Robin- He wanders Gotham covered in blood. Everyone preys it's fake blood. No one's had the guts to ask
Signal- He has a collection of slasher flick masks. He likes to go through the batcave and pick out weapons to match each mask
Robin- He doesn't want to dress up. At all. Dick convinces him to at least wear cat ears
Batman- He put large googly eyes over the lenses on his mask. The people he busts that night have never been more scared in their lives
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Imagine getting split up in a haunted house with your friends. It starts off with the typical jumpscares as the actors do their job well.
You're wondering down a smoke filled hall full of flashing led lights. Fake blood is smeared on the walls and cobwebs are on the ceiling. You're still giggling from the way your friend shrieked the moment you all stepped in.
Looking around, you shuddered a little bit as you walked past a guy in clown makeup lying on the floor with a slash across his chest, blood pouring around him. Practical effects are getting so realistic these days, you thought to yourself.
You're so distracted as cheesy horror music still plays in the background that you don't notice a tall figure standing there until you run into them.
Tilting your head back, your eyes go wide as you see a man in a mask towering over you.
"Sorry." You smiled awkwardly as you took a step back to get away, and you see he's wearing black jeans, a white wife beater splattered in red, and holding on to what (you hope) is a fake axe. He easily towers over you.
The man stays silent, making the atmosphere feel more tense. He's tall and muscular, and you can only see his eyes peaking down at you from underneath the mask. He definitely fit the role of a haunt actor.
"Wow." You laughed nervously as you stepped to the side. "You're like, really in character, huh?"
The man stays silent as he turns and watches you rush past him, and you swear you can hear him chuckle as you turn the corner.
Chills ran down your spine as you started to wander around, feeling like someone was watching you, but every time you turned around to check, nobody was there. Frustration started to build up as you hut nothing but dead ends.
Sure, it was fun at first, with the occasional jumpscare popping out at you that would make flinch, then laugh at yourself for letting it get to you. But your phone had no reception and you were losing track of time.
This was getting ridiculous, you thought to yourself as you looked around for someone to ask for help to get out of there. You hoped your friends were having a better time than you were.
Once you reached the next dead end, you nearly screamed in frustration, ready to yank your hair out until you saw the same masked man from the corner of your eye.
"Okay." You sighed as you walked over to him. "Haha, you got me. Can you please help me get out of here now?"
The man stays silent, but his eyes are trained on you as he lowers his head to look down at you.
You rolled your eyes as he stayed in character, watching the blood drip off of the axe he was casually holding onto.
It wasn't until you got closer to him that the heavy metallic scent hit you. A chill ran down your spine, true terror running through your veins as you looked down at his weapon, noticing how sharp it really was. A real weapon, not allowed in haunts like this one.
Suddenly, the fun little jumpscares weren't so fun anymore. This man wasn't a haunt actor at all.
Your face paled as you remembered the dead clown that you'd passed by earlier. The actor that would've been the one to scare you a few times before helping you reunite with your friends at the exit. But he was really dead.
And now you were stuck here with him. An actual killer.
As if reading your thoughts, he grabbed your chin and pulled you against him. You were shaking as he leaned down, lowering his head to whisper in your ear.
"Run." He growled lowly before letting go of your chin and stepping back.
You didn't have to be told twice, immediately running away from him.
Suddenly, the smoke felt too heavy, the music was too loud, the deep red led lights that filled the rooms only added to your terror, and the animatronics they had to jump out at you only made you more overwhelmed.
You were nearly ready to cry as you turned around and saw the masked man casually walking towards you in typical horror movie slasher style.
Then you heard the sound of distant laughter. It sounded like your friends chatting with each other.
A wave of hope went through you as you ran over to the wall and started banging against it, screaming at the top of your lungs.
"Help!" You yelled out as loud as you could as you slapped your hands against the walls. "Please, help! He-"
You shrieked as a hand suddenly grabbed ahold of your hair and pushed you onto the cold ground.
The masked man throws his axe to the side as he climbs on top of you, making him look into his eyes.
He laughs wickedly, pressing himself against you as he tightens his grip on your hair. You screamed and cried, trying to push him off you as you feel his hard on rub against your thigh, cock straining against his jeans.
"Scream all you want." He grinned as he pulled his mask up, feeling his breath fanning against your lips. "Everyone will think it's all part of the show."
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