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like this post for a horror-themed starter with mishka!

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[catastrophepins]

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@reapsickle​ said:  “ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ” for mishka !

     A grin, almost childish in nature tugs at the corners of pallid tiers, granting a haunting sort of shade to her expression. ❝ .. Aren’t you DEATH? ❞ She teases, leading the bespectacled boy though a maze of decrepit hallways, long abandoned following the fire which swallowed up the evidence of what had really occurred at this once-pristine asylum. She can still hear the patients screaming as their flesh is consumed by flames.. and it would seem that the Reaper could also hear them. ❝ Does the presence of ghosts mean that you’ve failed in your duties? ❞

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[theunrequitedlover]

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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.”

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[phantomemes]

sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”

“ it’s not impressive  ,  no one’s impressed ”

“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”

“ as god as my witness  ,  he snapped him in half ”

“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”

“ you can live in the cave ”

“ i’m a big fan of your name ”

“ the fact that you steal  ,  that’s really funny to me ”

“ that’s the greatest thing to steal  :  a man’s joy ”

“ because i’m a masochist ”

“ i’m going to regret this ”

“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”

“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”

“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”

“ cowards  ,  all of you ”

“ i’m strange and off putting ”

“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”

“ here you are  ,  smiling in the face of the devil ”

“ i hate bats ”

“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ”

“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”

“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”

“ i think i’m gonna cry ”

“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears  ,  this is my worst nightmare ”

“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”

“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”

“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”

“ were you making horse noises ? ”

“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”

“ well this is horrifying ”

“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”

“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”

“ you talk to hide from the silence ”

“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”

“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”

“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles !  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”

“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”

“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”

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@sadisticvoyeurism

     A rush of blood swells in the apples of her cheeks as she cringes against the musky, salty taste left upon her tongue. Watering eyes shut tight, she trembles in place as the man above her rocks his hips one last time before drawing away, opening the chasm of her throat once more and freeing her hair from his grip. She doesn’t dare to spit out what was left; instead, she swallows under his watchful eye while he groans, and orders another drink from the bar beneath which she sits on her knees. It’s an exclusive club – plenty of men who had money came here to do things that should never be done to girls like her. He jerks his knee against her cheek, shooing her from his feet while he’s served another whiskey on the rocks, and she keeps her head down to prevent her gaze from meeting any of the eyes that had been watching as she was used. Public service was always so humiliating.. but it paid well.

 Shameless, absolutely shameless. Was he enjoying the show? Of course, why wouldn’t he? She seemed pretty experienced in this craft, one would berate him for being a creep, enjoying the sight of others having sex.

 But… he found it arousing. By the looks of it, the girl didn’t enjoy this little job of hers too much.

 It was unfortunate for her that Laito was there, since by the looks of it. HE wanted a turn in humiliating the girl, and stripping her of every remainder of her dignity she had left.

 Lifting himself from his seat, and going over to the two. ‘’Mm… are you two done yet ~?’’ An eccentric cheery tone accompanied his words, ‘’I’m feeling a little needy you know ~ and I will pay wellll ~♪’’ Cue the vampire flaunting some money he may have taken off an aristocrat. He was one himself but his oh so horrid father was a cheapskate, so…

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     The rise of another voice draws her attention, and while she lifts her head to observe the man who had propositioned her for a moment, she quickly bows it low, knowing better than to meet a client's eyes without permission. She withers slightly, awaiting the response of her current client.. but he gives a gentle kick to her side and a grunt, finished with her for now, and she crawls a few inches to the other man's feet with tight shoulders and furrowed brows. Keeping her head low, she whispers, barely audible among the drinking and conversation around them.      ❝ I.. would be happy to serve you, Sir. Here? Or.. s-somewhere more.. private? ❞ The thought of another public use is humiliating, but often times the men who liked to be watched were less likely to be inexcusably rough with her. Really, there was no lesser of two evils.. this simply was what it was, and her mind had long since shut off the painful responses of fear, shame, and self-loathing.

[weirdletter]

Dubium, by John Hagen (JHKris), via DeviantArt.

[mangafascination]

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starter call for MISHKA! -- fair warning, these may be frightening or gory.

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    Pale digits cautiously drift toward her side as she takes a step backward, feeling the ground with her heel as she keeps her hand within reach of the hidden blade strapped against her shin. Each step of this man, or creature (she couldn’t tell, it hadn’t spoken, but it was on two legs, that much she could tell) drew her muscles tighter as her brows furrowed anxiously. Just as she parts her lips to issue a warning, heart pounding in her breast, it speaks. It’s a man’s voice.. deep and low, smooth as silk.. almost comforting.. but unfamiliar. She listens, if suspiciously.. but purses her lips in turn for his request.

    ❝ .. I’m.. afraid that I can’t. The people here.. aren’t welcoming to outsiders. ❞ If anything, they might take him for a lycan and burn him at the stake; after all, it was impossible for a traveler to make it this far into Wolfsbane forest alone.. as far as they knew, anyway. ❝ You.. you should go. This forest isn’t safe. There are MONSTERS here. ❞ And he may very well be one of them.. but unlike the other villagers, Shiloh was more hesitant to damn a person without reasonable proof. Perhaps her lack of sight had granted her the ability to see more than the eyes would allow.. but still, she must be cautious, lest she fall victim to harm.

“I see…” A small involuntary sigh escapes his own mouth as he is confronted with the fact that nobody around the area seems to enjoy the company of strangers. He didn’t want to stay for too long. His goal was simply to not spend his time resting underneath the open skies. To have a bed and a room for once. But it would seem that this place had the same mindset when it came down to those who were coming from beyond their little community. He waited a few moments to continued speaking. He didn’t want his disappointment to show in such an obvious manner, but it seems this has only made it more honest. 

“I am…well aware…of the dangers of…this place. I am…working…to kill..those monsters…it is…my profession.” He simply shrugged, even knowing that the other would not see his gesture. Perhaps she had heard of the monster killers. Or perhaps she didn’t. Maybe she will believe him more. Or maybe she will not. It didn’t matter. If he won’t have any shelter, He should move. Perhaps he would need to go guard this lady until she returns home. “You seem…to have went…too far…off the trail. Would it be…too dangerous…for you…to return…on your own?”

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     -- He kills monster?! She's speaking before she can think, her sightless eyes wide with hope.. a hope that should have long been killed by now. ❝ You do?! I -- could you kill lycans? Do you think you could? ❞ She draws in a soft breath, realizing that she may very well be speaking to one -- there's no way to tell if he's lying, and she would be foolish to trust him blindly.. quite literally so. Pursing her lips, she clutches her basket tighter and proceeds, knowing that it's too late to take back her words, and if he is lying, the only way to tell is to catch him in it.      ❝ They.. they plague these woods. My village cannot go outside of the gates after dark, and even during daylight, it is dangerous. I.. hadn't realized that I'd lost the trail. There are huntsmen not far behind me.. they're sure to be looking. ❞ If he was some sort of PREDATOR, maybe that would ward him off.. and if he wasn't -- ❝ I'm not permitted to bring outsiders back to the village.. but, if -- if you can prove to them that you aren't a lycan.. that you can KILL the beasts we live in fear of, and you mean no harm to us, maybe.. maybe they might listen.. ❞ But it would be a horrible danger to this person if her village was not so welcoming.

[conjuredmoons]

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     It wasn’t possible – no.. beyond impossible, it was horrifying and unholy! What she had seen that man do – was he even a man? Fear floods her veins, filtering freezing blood through her limbs and sticking her in place, unable to do more than tremble as the beast in his masquerade slaughters a man like cattle and devours him raw, flesh and bone. She feels faint – she has to run, and yet.. she can’t move. Tears well up in her eyes as her heart pounds in her breast, her lungs burning as she drags in ragged breaths.. – move, MOVE!      She forces her weight back, her heel stumbling clumsily against the sidewalk. He’s continuing on; perhaps she should go and try to help what’s left of the poor victim, but.. she knew in her heart that there was no hope for him. He was as good as mulch now. She should just run, while he hasn’t noticed her – but then he stops. Her heart halts in her breast.. and when he looks back, it leaps into her throat, choking a scream that she’s grateful she couldn’t voice. Staggering back further, tripping against a tree root and catching herself on the trunk, she turns and finally finds the strength in her legs to bolt backward through the park.      Did he – did it see her? Is the being chased?! She doesn’t have the courage to look back.

There it was- the hunt had started, his most favourite part, aside from devouring the intended victim. Panic and sweat that filled his nostrils only excited him more and more sensing it as she continue to extend her distance. Was he not careful enough to not be seen? Not that he cared - ghouls were meant to be at the top of the food chain… it is human nature. 

A quick adjustment of his purple quiff and he was off in a heartbeat, leaping through the trees and lurking within the shadows, red pupils followed her every step. Awaiting for breath to finally cease he stopped, resting on the trunk of a nearby tree and just watching…staring. The cracks from his eyes grew as he wiped a little bit of leftover blood from his cheek. 

“It’s considered rude to leave without finishing the meal.” Purring his sentence as he watched “It really isn’t worth running much further, you’ll just end up with fatigue and ruin your delicious scent ~” 

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     Her lungs burn with the effort of breathing, and she gasps harder against the hot tears welling behind her eyes, but she will not allow herself to stop until she is certain that she is far, far away from what had happened! Consumed by panic, she follows the walking trail through the woods along the edge of the park, planning on running all the way home before daring to halt.. but she's begun to slow after long minutes of exertion, and her ears catch no sign of life amidst the foliage. Are even the woodland creatures sleeping now? She can go on no longer, and leans against a nearby oak to catch her breath, clasping at her chest and crumpling to her knees.      Sweat beads along her brow -- and then she finds the courage to look up. Oh, how she wishes that she hadn't; there he is, comfortably seated upon the trunk of a fallen elm, seemingly amused by the show of her terror. How had he caught up to her so quickly?! He isn't human -- IT isn't human!

     ❝ P -- please!! ❞ She weeps, drawing back against the tree with a renewed sense of strength, fueled by sheer panic and fear. ❝ I-I didn't see anything! I don't want to die.. !! I -- .. !! ❞ If she couldn't outrun this monster.. what hope did she have?!

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@earthlyregrets, from here.

     An unhinged giggle bubbles up from the girl’s throat, raw and dark – and then it’s swallowed with a harsh gasp, teeth clicking together sharply as she swallows the rising malice. ❝ .. Not.. anymore. I was.. too late. ❞ She isn’t hiding; if he descends further, he shall see her in plain view, through the darkness of the windowless basement. Hands stained with fresh sanguine, her eyes focus upon the corpse mangled on the ground at her feet.      ❝ .. It took the SOUL. ❞

“ Wait, what!? “ The girl’s words sent a shiver down his spine. He rushed down the stars, coming face to face with the gruesome sight on the floor in front of him. He kneels down, examining the mangled corpse. Othello was far too late. Even if he knew what had happened, he wouldn’t have been able to do a single thing about it. Chartreuse eyes focus on the crimson gore that covered the girl’s hands. She couldn’t have done this. 

“ Do tell me what happened. Surely you didn’t do this, right? “

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     Perhaps he had not heard; she repeats herself once more, rocking her weight from one heel to the other as the menace within her settles, swallowing up the fresh blood she'd taken into herself. ❝ .. Too late. Soul's gone. It took it. ❞ The body lying face-down on the ground should, for all intents and purposes, have been staring back up at them.. but those wide eyes forever frozen in terror have been turned downward, the neck spun completely about, limbs askew and snapped in multiple places to deep that the bone has pierced the flesh. It's a massacre.. but there is no sign of an external struggle, no bruises..      ❝ The Devil did it. ❞ She clarifies, lifting her dulled gaze to Death as he leers ever closer, surveying the brutality of the scene. She offers him a tiny smile; does she find amusement in the situation? ❝ Devil inside.. devil outside.. devil inside. ❞ As she speaks, her pale, blood-soaked fingertips drift from the corpse -- inside -- to the ceiling -- outside -- .. and to her own stomach. INSIDE.

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@xfaucheuse​

     The water is ice cold against snow-white fingertips, half frozen in the first light of winter's kiss.. but that doesn't deter her. The surface ripples as she lays her palms atop the crystalline mirror, careful not to disturb it too deeply.. but the darkness feels deeper than before, and in the following silence, the depths begin to churn and roll and rumble with life. Found you. She keeps her hands in place, agitating the spirits below, the pallor of her azure eyes creeping back to give way to their whites as her body shudders in time with the lake. Come out, come out, wherever you are~      Dry lips part, jaw open wide -- wider still, bones cracking in disjointed fashion as the dark waters begin to pour forth from her throat, seaweed and salt spilling out over her gown mingled with blood in a macabre exhibition of exorcism. The wind is howling -- or is it the evil within that cries so loudly?