#midwich elementary

[silenthill-datesuggest]

Let's cast aspersions over tasteless art together. ♡

[grrrenadine]

Midwich Elementary! Now in black and white.

Part of my 52-page Dead by Daylight digital zine, available on Gumroad!

[dbd-map-resource]

Midwich Compilation

Gates:

Storage? Right of the darker gate if you come through the gate inwards.

Corridors:

Staircase. Very important poster there.

Classrooms:

Nurse's Office (right of the exit with the cages looking from outside to inside):

Library:

Science Room:

Courtyard (featuring secret chest):

Music Room:

Reception and couch room behind it (left of cage entry)

[getoutofmytown]

Chapter 36: Do You Have A Hall Pass?

Harry turned his back to the table to recline against the edge and pulled out the school map. Taking heed of a second thought, he rifled in his jacket again for the fortune teller. While Harry played researcher, the memos too damp to separate and read, James continued to marvel the Otherworld. He meandered over to one of the fenced walls and curiously picked at the hard orange crust, which prompted a shudder from the unpleasant sensation, and he lowered his hand. Peeking through, unseen eyes scrutinized the civilian right back, and raised the hair on his neck.

As he’d experienced in the music room, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. It’d persisted through their exploration of the transformed school and here, felt stronger. Peering again past the diamond-shaped iron, he squinted into the dark, adjusting his light to perhaps catch whatever might be observing him. The distant muttering only he was privy to seeped into his head, and had him diverting his eyes to the ceiling as was suggested. Those feelings weren’t unfounded: there was someone watching him.  

Above awaited a creature perhaps no larger than a teenager. Its body was lanky, cadaverous, and wrapped in mildewy skin spotted in brown sores and decay, hunched on all fours. The hair was black, stringy, and greasy, hanging around its head like a curtain, mouth silenced by a red plate beneath a smooth mask of skin where eyes should be. That plate reminded him of the girls they’d met in South Vale - the ones that had also followed them to Old Silent Hill. The eyeless face regarded him inquisitively. James did and said nothing. They “stared” at one another for a while, the only noise coming from the rustle of drying papers and distracted muttering from the man across the room.

Finally, when the private broadcast to the town’s conduit signed off, James eyeballed the monster for another moment before he opened his mouth. “Hi.”

Harry glanced up at him, frowning. “.. hi?” James pointed upward, so he followed it to the ceiling and startled so badly that he would’ve knocked the table over if it hadn’t been secure against the wall. “Jesus CHRIST!”

He instinctively ducked down as the beast skittered over the lattice and Harry’s position. It paid him no mind as it passed him on its way into the beyond, where the sound of its tracks faded away.

...

Their journey got cut right short at scuttling behind them. Harry whirling around and James casually swiveling, their lights fell upon the same creature that had been in the ceiling. She - because it looked like a she - tilted her eyeless head; her neck was unnaturally able to stretch and fully display her face to them despite her all-fours crouch.

Her red plate forced her speechless, yet it felt like that had been her choice. She wagged her head at them in a way that seemed like a friendly or even playful hello. Harry had every right to distrust her, as odd as that greeting was; but it did its job of slightly lowering his guard. Nevertheless, he eyeballed her as though she were as dangerous as a rabid possum. Their possible new friend (or foe) turned away and ambled to the east.

James was ready to go after her, but waited for his cue. The veteran stood stagnant to go over probable pros and cons of taking the chance. She was hardly far away when she ‘looked’ back over her shoulder. Sensing they (Harry) were hesitating, she authoritatively smacked the floor to motivate them forward. When they (Harry) hadn’t moved, she rotated in place and reprised herself, this time ordering them along.

Harry leaned his head back a bit, winced, and conceded to her demand. “Okay, okay,” he soothed, catching up. “We got the message, loud and clear.” The thing waited until they were right on her tail to take the lead through the corridor and up the staircase to the second floor.

commissioned art by swanheelies (twitter)

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[seasonofthebxtch]

Me trying to make sense of the piano puzzle at the school

[ash-haloofthesun]

[silenthill-datesuggest]

Join me for my kid's school art show? I know some of it is inadvertently unsettling cause kid art, but the important thing is to celebrate their work and encourage their creativity.