#..too close to home

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monster house

❝ Why are you scared to come home? ❞  ** @monstrousshrine

𝐓hat god damned sinking feeling. She couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard she tried. Laurie’s hazel eyes were locked onto the dreary suburban house, the same blue abode she grew up in. But, something was very, VERY WRONG. It looked wrong, but she just couldn’t put a name to exactly what.

  Standing dead-center in the cracked street running infront of her house, the blonde gripped tightly onto the knife she had tucked into her jean pockets. This wasn’t a trial, no one else was here with her, nor were there any signs of some form of killer, not even a SINGLE meathook hanging off the rusted lamposts. Yet, here she was, alone, in a mock up of her childhood stomping grounds, with an unshakable sense of dread brewing in her stomach. Looking around, there wasn’t even the metallic escape doors against a rudimentary brick wall. All there was bordering her realm was darkness; an impenetrable darkness.

     She didn’t hear anything, yet, it was an urge that overcame her. A voice in her head; one that wasn’t her own. “ Come here, Angel. “. The voice was mutilated, warped as if ran through radio wires that long ago had stopped transmitting right. A chill crept slowly-yet powerfully-down her spine, electric fingers stabbing deep into her flesh. At once, Laurie came to a heart-dropping conclusion; 

SHE WASN’T ALONE

       Taking a step back, & staring harder, she began to see why this place felt so damned wrong to her. The dull, washed blue walls of the house was seemingly cracking, but not the paint, no, the house itself, it’s universal existence was cracking, revealing a dark, thick void littered with harshly glittering orange flecks. It was as if the universe’s thin flesh was being torn at its’ seems infront of her, the mockery somehow tearing apart before her very eyes. The house swayed with a very chilling moan, as if the house itself was turned into a living, breathing thing.

    The question popped into Laurie’s head with no warning, in the same gargled, demonic voice.

 “ Why are you scared to come home? “

      It felt like the thing was teasing her, trying to play another game with her mind. Yet, she didn’t know exactly what-or who-was now haunting this realm. What sort of new, DERRANGED killer was trying to lure her into its’ trap, with no hooks to even hang her on, or even exit gates to give her a purpose to work, what the absolute hell was going on? 

 Laurie didn’t know, but the one thing she for sure knew;

she wasn’t going in that house.

    No longer was it her house, no, it was the demon’s house. Whatever god forsaken, eldrich being was facing her now had taken the house of horrors little Laurie Strode had grown up in. It disheartened the girl, yet, her emotions were numbed by the instinct to defend; the instinct to survive. She wasn’t scared, yet, her body felt petrified, but mentally, she was preparing herself for yet another small war. With nothing similar to the what-felt-like-THOUSANDS of trials she had been through, Laurie had no idea what to expect at all. She felt in the dark, a feeling she hadn’t had since she was a little girl; & she didn’t like that at all.

   Her voice was firm, lips pressed into an untrusting line.

“ This place ISN’T home “

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courtesy call

@woodsboro-survivor * starter call * notes: killer! Laurie  (x)

       𝐓he cold metal of her blade pressed heavenly against the Patron’s rosey lips. Traces of iron blood left hints of the taste on her tongue, pleasing the girl greatly. She was doing terrifyingly well this trial, feeling no hesitation at all when it came to slaughtering familiar faces. Well, all but ONE was familiar to the devilish woman.

     She wasn’t able to properly see her, only seeing quick glimpses of dark hair as she went to hang her latest catch. To say the Patron was intriguied at a new play thing was a gross understatement. It almost BORED her to draw blood from the people she knew, their cries all numbly ringing in her ears with the painfully same sound. With 3 bodies sacrificed, & 1 generator to go, the killer’s speed upped with a dangerous blood lust. Now she would find this girl, & add her blood to her newest collection of colors painting her dress.

   Yet, nothing could prepare the slaughterer for who exactly she stumbled upon.

          Staring across the dull, blue landscape, The Patron’s masked gaze narrowed on a feminine figure lurking between pillars of a long gone building. A smile curled her lips in a sinister curve behind the pale cover, her footsteps quick on the solid ground. She could almost see where the girl had been carefully weaving through the brick walls, tiny, yet harshly bright, tears in the world around her painted a walkway, small embers kissing her pale skin.

   Close enough to make out who she was hunting, the Patron’s mind came to a DEAD HAULT

   No, no it couldn’t be.

               Oh yes, Angel, it IS.

       Courting the most perfect killer long ago, The Patron knew more about this woman than most likely any other survivor she’d ever cross. Sydney-Motherfucking-Prescott. Her hazel eyes widened, taking in all the light is possibly could in order to debunk this hallucination. But it wasn’t just an illusion, it was real. She was real. In living, breathing, moving reality, this son of a damned bitch was standing infront of her. It was all so much, but also, just the perfect kick for her violence.

    The Patron instantly reached for her blade, withdrawing the weapon with striking precision. She was at a loss of words, the killer who’s main power was her voice & its’ demonic ways, couldn’t seem to find them. She had gone quiet, silent, just like her brother. Her entire being was overcome with an unbearable animalistic rage. Billy’s words about her rang through her mind faster than any bullet ever could, so fast that her head was burning in pain.

     Behind the screaming mask, her jaw was locked in an agressive, immobile position. It felt as if her teeth would shatter under the pressure she was putting on it. The Patron’s muscles shreiked in electric pain, her emotions taking form in a sinister physical way. Her hands never had begged so desperately for the sticky warmth of blood, quivering with sheer adrenaline.

    Her words now a low, condescending growl, the Patron arched her knife mechanically, raising it up to glimmer in the washed-out moonlight, other hand pulling brutally on the other woman’s hair.

 “ Look what DISGUSTING RAT

the cat dragged in tonight ! “

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steel flesh

@suffocationpit * starter call

    𝐁right blood spilt from the girl’s arm in what felt like GALLONS. Her entire right arm up to the shoulder blade was smoothered in the red liquid, pink, lively muscle exposed from the firm jaws of the beartrap she fell into earlier. It wasn’t the pain that was slowing her down, of course not, she couldn’t care less about how much pain she was being tested with, it was more or less the sheer amount of blood pouring out of her body.

    Crouched at the base of a long-ago rotten oak tree, her non-destroyed arm searched her pockets frantically for the small needle she kept, & the trusted pocket knife she held onto. It wouldn’t be an easy task for her to do so, but Laurie knew the only choice she had right now was either close up as much as she could of the wound, OR, let the MONSTER hounding them pounce on her like a stuck pig.

      With a quick breath, the blonde plunged the glittering needle into her upper arm, the electric pain from the needle mixing into the burning kind from the muscle damage. She could feel her nerves flickering off, most likely from their own tears & damages, but she can’t stop, it simply wasn’t an option.

   As she began threading the needle through her skin, watching with a sickened intesity like it was a horrific sideshow act, the girl felt her heart leap with a painful power.

   Oh FUCK, he found me.

         Her green eyes, narrowed in an attempt to regain her reality, instantly turned in the direction of an unmistakable noise. She looked unbelievably weak compared to the utterly MASSIVE man approaching her, maroon blood painting the grinning mask on his face like a disturbed canvas. Laurie knew she couldn’t run, she would pass out quicker than she would even realize it, nor could she hide, her position already exposed by the bastardly-bright moonlight above them.

  She bit her lip, & stood up.

Staring directly at the behemoth.

         The torn arm was across her chest, gripping as tight as it could, while the other supported the small knife’s clean blade. Standing up, it was even more evident how skewed everything was in the killer’s side. He was atleast 7 feet tall, built like a raging bull, & held a weapon that was almost as long as one of Laurie’s own legs. It all seemed like it would be nothing but a brutal defeat in a matter of seconds, but then again, Laurie had defied the odds before so many damned times with her derranged brother,

 why wouldn’t she be able to do so this time?

         Her sights were locked DEAD-ON the monster, jaw clenched in an animalistic defense. The blonde could feel blood dampen her lower body like she was standing in a creek of the substance, & she was more than aware of her clock ticking down at an already rampant pace. Putting all her weight on one side, Laurie gripped onto her knife like it was her only hope, & in a sorts, it was. The blade now sticking between her knuckles, the small woman brought her good arm back, arching it in a pose where she would be ready at the crack of a whip to fight back. It was all or nothing, & Laurie chose what little she had over death.

 “ COME AT ME. “

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I Won’t Let the Wind Go Quietly

 @sqvareup​

❛  i should kill you.  ❜

notes ;; killer!khari  (the distorted)

{{ also this one ended up being so much more sad than I intended because not only was I listening to this, but also was thinking about a sad prompt with Laurie so f o r g i v e me Lotte oml

𝐓he woman’s once intense, unrelenting emerald eyes now were lidded in heart-break, the kind that was driven from an emotional destruction that no one could ever predict, let alone prepare, for. Laurie couldn’t give a single fuck about the blood dripping from the apparent thousands of small, yet stinging, holes that littered her body like the pellet spray of the buckshot rounds her own dad used. Of course, it was so forcefully commonplace to the girl to be in pain, to have her flesh torn into shreds, her bones broken by cold metal, her guts to be pulled from her like a grim jack-o-lantern, yet, this pain was much more than flesh, muscle, & bone deep, it was soul deep, as if the briery needle-points had injected its’ emotional venom directly into her being.

 Khari, no, NO it wasn’t the flashy, captavating person she so happily befriended after what felt like a life time of stares from afar & a silence only matched by her deranged brother’s existence, this thing, was so wretchedly distorted in ways that threatened Laurie’s fragile sanity, needle points askew & her lost friend’s body now covered in crude wounds of all trades. His hand now formed into a sickening gauntlet of sadistic intentions, & it did it’s job extraordinarily well.

 In these situations, Laurie usually would have tears lining her face like her whispy blonde hair, cries rattling her chest while she clutched her knife with an iron-grasp, sinking its’ blade with no hesitation into the face that was no longer familiar, & would keep going. But this, this wasn’t just a familiar face. Laurie was something now akin to a deer in headlights, her emotions coming to a dead hault.

  She could do nothing but let her jaw drop in gut-wrenching horror, staring dead-on into the now clouded flame-orange eyes of a man she once knew,

 & say a prayer that she was back in Dr.Loomis’ hospital of horrors, having electrical fingers of pain dig her hallucinations into vivid nightmares,

               but Laurie was all too aware that her life was about 

           to be much more painstaking than any nightmare she could ever face.

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You Can’t Tame Me

@0vercharged

【 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 】

𝓛éry Memorial Institute, a god awful place for Laurie Strode. It’s isolating walls, stretchers thrown askew, as if an earthquake had slammed into the building without warning, it was so strikingly & painfully familiar to the woman, her mind drifting to the sickeningly pristine hospital she was housed in, ravaged with paranoia & depression, ever little noise causing her heart to jump like an anxious jack-rabbit. She was flooded with the memories of her own institutionalization, her walking down the dark halls almost mechanically, her mind disconnected from her dire situation, a mistake Laurie had never made, & more importantly, would regret making for the rest her days.

   Electricity was something the girl had dealt with before, the doctors of her younger years already giving her some shockingly disturbing treatment, almost numb to low levels, as if her own body was tossing her off her orbit. The distant, maddened screams of her acquaintaces feeling like small knifes to her maternal heart, but bringing a twisted comfort to her soul. 

            I’m okay, whatever is here is far from me. Get the power back, & get out.

  Her thoughts grew to comfort herself, hoping to quell an unnatural sense of dread. She was no stranger to paranoia nor anxiety, her papers being more than enough proof, yet, this feeling, the racing of adrenaline through her veins, it was more than her own feelings, it was something else, something inhumanly unnerving.

          Her neck turned at a slick step behind her.

                                   &  she was more than horrified to her view.

Blue, firey electricity seemed to jump from deranged eyes, teeth like wolves’ flashed behind a stretched lip, a heavy breath giving Laurie the unforgettable scent of rotting flesh. The words were strained, mouth unable to move in human tongue as powerful hands clasped her jaw like a beartrap.

“ l̷o̷o̷k̷ ̷ a̷ t̷  ̷m̷ e̷ “

 Laurie gasped, her eyes widening in the mutilated words. Her own hands instinctvly flew to the barbarically lager one placed ever-so-tightly on her jaw. She had only ran into the insanity-driven Doctor a few other times, but she knew that he was a creature of utter disturbance, laughs a haunting reminder of the human he used to be. Her own breathing hitched as her eyes met the electric pair that hung less than a foot from her face, the lit irises burning into her vision like the sun’s own rays.

 Her teeth drew into a defensive snarl, not letting her traces of fear show, not to this torturer, he knew how to play her like a violin.

“ Let go of me,

                                                          right now.”

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"You seem to be a bit more resourceful than the other survivors here...why is that? Perhaps you've been through something they haven't. You're already a survivor."

Laurie’s focus shifted up from taking care of her latest of many injuries. She couldn’t help but let a smile tug upwards at the edges of her lips, eyes dropping the the ground in a semi-nervous way.

“I guess you can say I’ve been a survivor all my life…-” Laurie started, her voice lowering from her normal sweet & light tone to a more serious & empty whisper. Images of the glimmering kitchen knife flashed in her mind, the faces of her friends frozen in fear as they watched her be put into the back of an ambulance, arms locked on her body as she was dripping with blood, a mix of her own & the now-deceased child that she had recently added to her babysitting rounds. She still bears the scars of her brother’s actions to this very day, her fingers lightly running up to the shoulder blade he so-heartlessly butchered.

“My brother is Michael Myers, t-the serial killer…& he was obssessed with me.” She breathlessly stated, feeling as if the cold holes-for-eyes of the empty mask were staring right at her. She looked to the woman from her position, trying to keep her mind on focus, not wishing to face the harsh memories she relived nearly every moment of her life right now.

“I don’t know where he is now, but I’ve been left in survival mode for the rest of my life, & it’s pretty tiresome. But I guess it has it’s perks…sometimes.” It was rare for Laurie to really get upset over her own words or memories, living with these moments since the day she found out the deranged man was her flesh & blood. 

She felt herself fall unexpectedly quiet, letting her mind try to settle itself. That’s right, I’m a survivor. That’s a good thing, she kept trying to reassure herself, but she couldn’t help but feel the smallest sliver of saddenned jealousy of never having the care-free life she felt she deserved.