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[astro077]

horror prompts

i like horror. i like entities, scary stuff, scary movies, scarry dialouge, scary people- scary things. so heres a list of 15 horror prompts!

mix of 2nd person ~ 3rd person

lights flicker behind you when you pass them. like an invisible something is following you

char opens a door to snoop. the room is pitch plack, and shining any light into it doesn't work. the darkness consumes the light

your reflection lags several seconds behind you

you get back from work, and somehow every door, even cabinets, are open to the max. but nothing is missing

char's roomate comes home. but they dont remember having a roomate, but every single person they call, text, just say something along the lines of "oh, name? what do you mean? they've been your roomate for years!" but char has no memory of this person. or thing.

your front door suddenly has an obscene amount of locks on it, like it doesnt want you to leave

you misdial your someones number. the other line is heavily breathing, murmuring "i missed you..." and then heavy knocking is heard from the speaker, which syncs with the knocking on your door.

you live in the far woods, exiting and entering by a gravel path. one day, trying to leave, the woods keep stretching on. and so does that gravel path.

constant breathing on your neck everywhere you go

never dying, aging, or decaying.

waking up multiple times in the night, for the time too never change

~ bonus if char keeps waking up from nightmares

waking up everyday with hand bruises all over your body, that eventually turn into imprint-like scars.

yes i like tshd

door being nailed shut from the outside

something brushes against your face everytime you close your eyes trying to sleep. it leaves little slits, barely on the surface to even be considered a cut

handprints on the walls/mirrors/counters that are exceedingly bigger than chars

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thats all! byebyeee!

[peachsequence]

Dead by Daylight Prompts - Crotus Prenn Asylum

dusty prayer books left open in a pew

yellowing patient files scattered on ash-covered floor

bloody wheelchair tracks leading to an open window

a rosary, either tangled or missing beads

ash settling like snow on a nurse’s uniform

a written prayer hidden beneath a stained pillow

peeling wallpaper revealing something scrawled beneath

sky tainted smoke and ash

a broken baptism pool

whispers coming from an empty confessional

a cracked hand mirror

shoes tucked under an asylum cot

a tea cup balanced on a windowsill, full of ash

handwritten notes instructing unempathetic care for patients

dried flowers pressed between patient records

a tear stained pillowcase

scattered pill bottles

toys left behind by sick children

chapel bells ringing

firelight dancing across a collapsing roof

ivy on fire, twisting up a chapel column

stair rails glowing red in the heat

[writing-challenges-and-prompts]

Writing Prompt: Dialogue

“Stop looking at that thing.”

“I will when it stops looking at me.”

[blightbitten-deactivated2026031]

CULTS, KNIFE CRIME, THEFT, MURDER, WORLD DOMINATION! Prompts inspired by fictional villains and toxic dynamics.

cw: gore, violence, usfw.

“But tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, my blades will thirst again.” “Everyone who isn't us is an enemy.” “Come to me, Father. Set my flesh to your unholy purpose.” “You're angry. Good. Anger can save you when everything else is gone.” “Oh, shut up, you little fool. Praying for the gods to have mercy on us all? The gods have no mercy, that's why they are gods.” “I itch to peel you, to split your skin, to see your skull shine in the light.” “The healer has the bloodiest hands.” “All that I am belongs to the pursuit of creation. You chose to constrain yourself. I must climb to the heights only understood by gods.” “You want to rule? This is what ruling is! Lying on a bed of weeds, pulling them out, by the root, one by one before they strangle you in your sleep!” “Duties, duties, duties. Patrolling and saluting and following and bowing and scraping and 'yes, sir, no, sir, rip and cut your throat, sir'.” “Give me a reason not to cut you to ribbons.” “I've always found the idea of death comforting.” “You would deny me my life.” “I choose violence.” “I’d never been so happy as that moment as I held hands with Death.” “I think it's easy to mistake understanding for empathy - we want empathy so badly.” “The mathematics of human behavior... All those ugly variables.” “A mad dog understands the yank of the leash and the hand of its master, but it cannot be an equal. 'You' can be my equal.” “I look forward to your show of power.” “Do not slouch before me, boy.” “I had to put up with you for years; isn’t that punishment enough?” “It's risky but - erm - safe!” “And he shall cast upon you curses, confusion, afflictions, rebukes, for you have forsaken me, and he shall reign over all of your empty corpses.” “Knowledge is power.” “Power is power.” “Let me clear up some mysteries, then. We share so much history.” “Your daughter will die in this cell, and you'll be here watching when she does.” “Your Gods have forsaken you. This is your God now.” “Yours is a family set upon self-slaughter.” “You burrowed too deep, little rabbit.” “Pity, I thought you'd be more powerful.” “I feel an endless nausea, that only goes away when I'm killing.” “I'm a contemptible blood-pervert.” “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning.” “We are the wolves.” “Are you all right now, or is today a ‘I will wed you with a delicate veil of blood blooming over your white curls’ kind of day?” “It is a trifle, a foolish dream, just as your past fancies.” “Beg that I succeed. For I have seen the Throne of the Gods, and it was empty!” “What happens to you now is your own doing.” “When your enemies pursue, you vanish. When they become complacent, you harass them. When they are weak, you strike in earnest.”

[unboundprompts]

howdy! i'm writing the first chapter of a book i'm making, and in the first chapter the main character is getting chased by something dangerous,

i was wondering if you could do any prompts of someone getting chased by a dangerous creature?

Prompts About Being Chased by a Creature

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

The forest was too quiet. No wind. No birds. Just the sound of her own breathing—ragged, uneven—as she pushed through undergrowth and ducked under low-hanging branches. She didn’t dare look back. She could feel it though. That thing was still there, just behind her, moving wrong. Too smooth. Too fast. It didn’t run like a person. It slithered through the dark with a sound like dry leaves. She stumbled, caught herself, kept running. Whatever it was, it hadn’t made a sound when it first appeared. But now she couldn’t get away from the click-click-click of its limbs, like the sound of bone against bone.

The sound of its breath was the worst part. Wet, rattling, like lungs full of water. She ran harder, stumbling through the mud, too afraid to scream. It didn’t matter how fast she went. The thing was always just a few steps behind.

He hit the ground hard, rolled through a patch of gravel, and kept going. His lungs were on fire. His side ached from where it had clipped him—just barely—but he could still feel the heat of it. He didn’t know what it was. Just a blur of teeth and black smoke and eyes that didn’t blink. The alley was a dead end. He vaulted a dumpster, ignoring the tearing sound of his sleeve catching on rusted metal. Behind him, it roared, no, it screeched, high and angry, like a machine tearing itself apart. He didn’t stop to think. He couldn’t afford to. One second of hesitation, and he was done.

Her lungs clawed for air as her feet pounded the forest floor, dodging roots and snapping branches that slapped at her face. Every step felt heavier, like the ground itself wanted to drag her down. She didn’t dare look back—not when the sound of its claws scraping stone was so close she could feel it in her spine.

She leapt a fallen log, barely clearing it, her momentum faltering for a heartbeat before pure fear shoved her forward again. The thing behind her didn’t slow, it crashed through the brush like a freight train. Her legs burned. Her vision blurred. But stopping wasn’t an option. Not now.

The wind ripped through his clothes as he sprinted down the hill, boots slipping in the mud. He could hear it breathing—raspy, hungry—and it was too close. He didn’t know what it was. He just knew it wanted him. And it was fast.

Her feet slapped the pavement, loud and uneven, the rhythm ruined by the tremble in her legs. She turned sharply into an alley, her shoulder slamming into the brick wall. Pain exploded, but she kept running. The metallic scrape behind her didn’t pause.

He couldn’t feel his legs anymore. They just moved, mechanical and numb, as the panic did the thinking.

She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, pounding faster than her feet could carry her. Her knees buckled for half a second, and her hand caught a tree to stay upright. She didn’t know if the scream behind her was hers or the creature’s, but either way, it kept her moving.

[scealaiscoite]

‧₊˚ 🪦 ✩ unsettling dialogue prompts

¹⁾ “i’m not crazy! someone’s been in here!”

²⁾ “someone’s standing outside the window.”

³⁾ “i don’t know who sent you that, but it wasn’t me.”

⁴⁾ “i locked this door when i left; i’m certain of it.”

⁵⁾ “i can hear footsteps.”

⁶⁾ “the dog’s barking like crazy, will you go see what’s wrong with him?”

⁷⁾ “that car’s taken every turn we have for the last ten minutes.”

⁸⁾ “did your phone just lose signal too?”

⁹⁾ “i, uh- i don’t remember telling you that.”

¹⁰⁾ “letter came for you- no stamp, though. i think it might’ve just been left at the door, weird as it is.”

¹¹⁾ “upstairs has been banging on the ceiling all damn night, i haven’t slept a fucking wink.”

¹²⁾ “i think someone’s slashed my tires.”

¹³⁾ “i know it’s late, but i need you to come downstairs and meet me out front. someone’s following me home.”

¹⁴⁾ “i don’t know anyone by that name. you’re sure they knocked and asked for me?”

¹⁵⁾ “yeah, because someone sending you a bouquet of the flowers you’re deathly allergic to is definitely not something to worry about.”

¹⁶⁾ “no, no, please tell me you didn’t let them in. the landlord said she’d come and fix the faucet herself, that she never calls in contractors! no one has any reason to be in there!”

¹⁷⁾ “that’s weird, i could’ve sworn i closed the curtains when i left this morning.”

¹⁸⁾ “that car’s been out front all day.”

¹⁹⁾ “i just moved in, i haven’t given anyone the address yet.”

²⁰⁾ “what are you on about? i’ve been in bed since nine, i didn’t text you to meet me anywhere.”

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: Necromartyr. An unkillable soul who can be effectively used for any type of religious sacrifice and return unharmed. An eternal profession, and a thankless life.

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #3360

We’ve all heard the rumors, about a miracle buried somewhere near the river, in the woods. I start to have nightmares about bright lights and too many eyes. I think it wants me to find it. 

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: I am a park ranger, most of the time. But when the woods decide they need defending, I become something else. Antlers, sharp teeth, night vision, and more, all gifts I like using too much. 

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: Only one mage supplies Blood Slugs, portable transfusions, not really alive. They seek open wounds, cover them and start to drain, the empty skin drying into a perfect flexible bandage.

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: How do you make sure a ghost is always with you, how do you tie one to your own soul? No one ever likes my answer, despite its simplicity. You eat their body.

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #3482

Gods are vulnerable only while in the process of being born. Even unfinished, they are powerful enough to disguise their births as natural disasters, or if they are clever, haunted houses. 

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #3486

The god I’m trying to convince to spare my people puts me on hold by storing me in his brain. It’s a literal labyrinth I’m sure I have little hope of escaping. It’s also a fucking mess in here.

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #3492

A fading, minor death god calls the paramedics, who sacrifice exactly three drops of blood from a reserved bag onto its feet. "Good enough," it rasps.

Bonus prompt I wrote first, then decided my tag ramble was actually the better prompt:

These minor gods have really expanded their definition of ‘worship’. They’ll call an ambulance for any little thing, content to be tended and listened to, offered bandaids and compresses.

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: I hitch rides with the human first responders, who are always too late, and wind up dealing with the body. I on the other hand, am always perfectly on time to deal with what remains, ghoul, ghost, curse, or otherwise.

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: There is something rotting in our home. I smell it when no one else can, acrid and alluring. It makes me sick, and at the same time, horribly hungry. 

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: I bring things to life, without sense, without meaning too. My house is full of quiet breathing, a bed that makes its own body heat, and dishes that bleed when you break them.