#funny horror

[louisbxne]

MEGAN THEE STALLION in HOTTIEWEEN

Episode 2 - "Suck A Neck" (2019) Dir. Teyana Taylor

[definitlynotaplant]

Humans Are Weird: Horror Movies

Alr, Finally back to my normal post type! Lmk any feedback yall have :)

Xeno 584 nearly jumped out of one of its layers of skin when it heard the humans scream coming from down the dark corridor. It was 2:33 in sol hours and the hallway lights turned off at 2:30, due to the need for power conservation, along with the assumption that any rational creature would be in their quarters by this time. While 584 was a rational creature, it wasn’t in its quarters, due its need to investigate the sounds of human “Laughter” emanating from down the hall. Although, it was beginning to regret it now. 

Steeling its nerves, it charged down the hall, ready to defend its human crewmates from whatever horrors awaited it at the quickly shrinking distance at the end of the hall. 

Rounding the corner it stopped dead in its tracks. In front of it was a sprawling mass of human sleeping bedding hung from chairs scattered around the room. Beneath the bedding laid 4 humans, giggling and apparently in no trouble at all. 584 glanced around furiously, its many eyes landing on each giggling body until landing on the horrifying sight that they were all staring at.

There, on the "television" was an image of a human. All species were mandated to take basic anatomy classes about humans, since they seemed to be the most unique out of most known, common creatures. Because of this, 584 recognized some of the things on the screen. Racking its brain furiously, it began taking inventory of everything it saw. The red stuff was the human blood, distinguished by its bright crimson hue, as opposed to every other known species off of their deathworld. The next thing it saw were the human "intestines" on the ground. They are not supposed to be on the ground. It then noticed the creature standing above it. A scythe in one hand (an ancient human tool used for farming that 584 had learned about in ancient history class back in its student days) and a piece of equipment humans often refer to as a “Baseball bat” in the other. 

With horror dawning on its face, it watched as the thing leering over the human raised the scythe and…

584 screamed, making a sound it didn’t even know it was capable of making. A mix of barbeling, hysteric wails, and shrieking emitted from the creature, causing the humans to in turn, cry out in fear with it.

The lights flicked on and swarms of aliens ran out of their chambers, alert and ready for an attack, just to see a terrified Xeno tangled in a tangle of blankets and humans scattered around rolling on the floor, laughing. 

After the commotion slowed down and the humans got ahold of themselves, the aliens demanded an explanation. The humans had none to give. Following the lack of explanation, over half of the aliens onboard the ship demanded immediate transfer, citing "imminent safety concerns”. Among them was Xeno 584, who swore to itself to never underestimate a human's complexity again and would avoid them whenever possible.

[willis-watches]

my attempt at weirdcore

i think it's pretty scary if you ask me

[captainpirateface]

[bunniechuu]

[defeatedai]

When Elliot Marrin, a curious adventurer with a love for urban legends, accepted a dare to spend the night inside Harrowby Manor, he thought it would be an easy way to impress his friends. Rumors claimed the old mansion was haunted by mischievous spirits who loved playing pranks on anyone foolish enough to trespass. Elliot didn’t believe in ghosts—at least, not until that night.

As the clock struck midnight, a strange chill filled the room. Elliot, exploring a dimly lit hallway, felt his jeans suddenly tug downward as if an invisible hand had grabbed them. He spun around, embarrassed but alone—or so he thought. Then came the laughter. Soft, echoing giggles that seemed to bounce off the walls.

Before he could pull his pants back up, glowing strings of light wrapped around his wrists, lifting his arms like a puppet. His heart raced as he realized he was being controlled—like a marionette—by two translucent spirits that shimmered with ghostly blue light. The pair, Lira and Toven, had been lonely for decades, and Elliot’s arrival offered them a chance for some “fun.”

“Dance, little mortal!” Lira teased, her laughter ringing like windchimes.

Despite his fear, Elliot tried to reason with them, promising to tell their story if they let him go. Amused, the ghosts agreed—on one condition: he must perform one final act, a dance of apology for disturbing their rest. The strings lifted him again, and Elliot, in nothing but his underwear, awkwardly twirled in the middle of the haunted hallway. When it was done, the ghosts bowed and vanished into a swirl of glowing mist.

The next morning, Elliot stumbled out of Harrowby Manor, exhausted but alive. His friends didn’t believe a word—until they saw faint glowing marks on his wrists, shaped like strings.

From that day on, Elliot never laughed at ghost stories again. But sometimes, in the quiet of his room, he could still hear faint laughter, tugging gently at the edges of his dreams.

[horrorwaveofgrain00000]

😁😆😅🤣

[slasher-chikn]

I don’t think Halloween Ends will go that way, Michael