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“The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.”

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Give a man a gun, he’ll rob a bank. Give a man a bank, he’ll rob the world.

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she was careful to approach him. after all it has been awhile since they have seen each other. she knew he would understand but she also knew that one or two visits in the prison would not make up for what he has for her, for them, for the world. and what she did not wish to admit, she was s c a r e d of him. of both of them. - hello, stranger. ready to change the world?

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You’d think after all this time that Elliot’s mind would slip through the prison bars. But in reality he managed to keep his head level. Even if that meant creating this safe world for himself while he was on the inside. But every now and then he’s reminded of where he really is. His eyes glance through the glass at his sister. He doesn’t say anything but a frail smile curls in the corner of his mouth. His bottom lip -- trembled a little as a few scared tears filled his eyes. I already have.

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Possessive/Controlling Starters

Trigger warning for emotional abuse.

“I don’t want you spending time with them.”

“Where have you been?”

“Why are you wearing that?”

“I didn’t say you could leave the house today.”

“I thought I told you to stay there!”

“Don’t move.”

“You’ll do what I tell you to do, no questions asked.”

“Only speak when spoken to.”

“Who were you on the phone with?”

“Why are you wearing perfume/cologne?”

“You’ve been seeing someone else. Tell me who.”

“I’ll let you come out when you start behaving!”

“You can sleep when I say so.”

“Do I have to put you on a leash?”

“I don’t care if they’re your family, you are not talk to them.”

“Be on your best behavior and I might even buy you a gift.”

“Who was that?”

“You’re not seeing your friends today.”

“I want to know about this person you’ve been talking to.”

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This apparition that follows Elliot around is nothing more then the side of himself he wants to so desperately believe doesn’t exist. His father never was violent, and so demanding to the point where his own life was in danger. He was forgetting the kindness and the love that his father had showed him before he passed. If he were alive today he’d want to make sure Elliot was safe and that he was doing the right thing. But these voices sound so convincing. They tell him what he doesn’t want to hear but he has no choice. He has to listen. That part of him was the only one capable of getting things done. Of completely changing the world. ❝When I was a kid I fell out of a window. Damaged my head pretty severely. To the point where I couldn’t recognize my own sister. But that happened a long time ago. Things keep getting worse and worse.❞ At this point Elliot would try anything to get some sort of relief. He was tired of the blackouts, the loss of time, the forgetting. There were plenty of clues leading to his brain injury as the main cause of his issues. But deep down there was some psychological pain that only fed the illness.

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She knew about the accident but the illness being this bad, it was probably unrelated to that accident. It had been too long ago. She was more worried it could’ve been a tumor or something. And if it was, that was something she could deal with sans-meds. She nodded and wrote a prescription for an MRI and handed it to him. Then wrote a prescription for meds but only temporary, at least until they get the MRI’s results. She handed that one out to him as well.

❝ First we’ll have them do the MRI, to see if there’s no tumor or anything of that nature going on in your brain, cause if it’s physical, it can be treated, and healed. If it is indeed a psychological problem only, then we will try stronger medication. These meds are going to shut the voices up and allow you to get some good, restful sleep, until we get the MRI’s results anyway. Just see my secretary when you get out of here, she’ll schedule an MRI with the private clinic for you. It’ll take much less time to get an appointment that way. And results will come quicker. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. ❞

she kindly explained, putting her notepad away. Their session was over and there was going to be another one the next day, but she was never throwing him out though. She always followed his schedule. Whenever he was ready to leave he could leave. She never scheduled anyone after Elliot, just in case. She was seeing him pro-bono also, cause she just wanted to help him, he needed help and he knew by now that she was there for him.

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Elliot never really considered that there could be medically wrong with him. But at this point he’d try anything to get some sort of relief. He couldn’t live like this forever. If this doesn’t work he’s afraid of what he might do to himself. He doesn’t always trust himself to make the best decision. He leaned in and grabbed the prescriptions from her. He looked over them briefly and nodded his head hesitantly. He didn’t say anything right away. He glanced down at the floor and leaned back against the couch. “Thanks. I’ll be alright. I just want to get this over with. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Elliot got to his feet and hesitated once more. He looked over at her with a blank expression before nodding his head and heading out the door towards the main office where he made his MRI appointment. It was at the end of the week.

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H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

“I just got back from the cemetery.”

“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”

“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”

“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”

“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”

“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”

“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”

“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”

“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”

“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”

“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”

“I had a dream that I killed you.”

“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”

“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”

“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”

“I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”

“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”

“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”

“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”

“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”

“P-please… put the knife down.”

“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”

“No, no, no – run!”

“I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”

“The dead are all around us…”

“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

“There’s something breathing under the bed…”

“You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”

“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”

“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”

“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”

“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”

“You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”

“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”

“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”

“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”

“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”

“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”

“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”

“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”

“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”

“You’re all bloody, what happened!?”

“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”

“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”

“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”

“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”

“Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”

“I want to be dead, too.”

“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

“Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”

“You played with a Ouija board!?”

“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”

“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”

“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”

“They just don’t believe like they used to…”

“I will haunt you until the end of time.”

I’m sorry I haven’t been honest with you. I had to cope with my own reality so I figured I’d bring you with me. From now on I’m going to be completely honest, no more secrets. His sentence was over. Those few months felt like years to him, mostly due to the fact that he blocked out most of it. But he was still glad to be out of there. While he was incarcerated he had contacted Darlene who helped him find a new place for him when he got out. It was a shitty apartment in the opposite side of town. It was the safest thing for him now. He couldn’t thank Darlene enough for doing this for him. Elliot took a long drag from his cigarette as he stood outside of his apartment building. He flicked the butt of the cigarette onto the ground and stepped on it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of keys. He buzzed himself in| and headed up the stairs to his room. He found it, 302. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. He looked around, noticing a few open boxes and bags of his belongings scattered around. As he stepped into the living area he noticed a body sitting on the couch, facing away from him. Panic struck him. “Hey!”

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