Discover Top Posts Tagged with #scarystories

The pumpkins have had it. "Jack-O'-Retribution" is born. Follow the lantern to your doom. Listen above, illustration and writing that started it here:

Typed words for people who don't read psychotic scratching:

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

THEY SHOUT WITH GLEE! Oh HAPPY HALLOWEEN INDEED

Not for my kind, not for me... But this years different, this one's for us, you'll see!

I'll wait in my place The porch or the stoop Wherever you fancy Me out on display - That's where I'll wait

Till you're fast asleep Then I'll cut you open, Empty you out, And carve you a new face!

Then I'll leave your desecrated husk outside to shrivel and dry Before I smash you in the street!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

o' An unfortunate conclusion Yes, An unfortunate confusion You've never carved a jack-o-lantern No, Only Jacks-O'-Retribution!

Our only trick - Our only treat this night is that we leave you smiling filled with warmth and light sure to outlast the fright of when you catch the flash of old Jack's knife

Happy Halloween!

Let Me In

Mimic!KyojuroRengokuXWidowedWife!Reader

TW: Mentions of Blood, Death (CHARACTER DEATH! SPOILER!),

This was inspired by a tiktok I saw based off the game NOIMNOTHUMAN. tagged below: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTML7pF4b/)

“Hello? Are you still there?”

The voice on the other side of the door sounded like your beloved, with its usual loud and charismatic tone. Hell, it even looked like your beloved down to the singular dimple that resided on his left side, the one you have kissed a million times over. If you didn’t know better, if you weren’t paying attention, you would have out of muscle memory opened the door without hesitation and welcomed him in. Your body still remembers the motions that were ingrained by doing it for years. Hearing his boisterous voice before seeing him and immediately running to the front door, practically fly into his arms and take in his scent was just something that you were used to doing and up until recently, was the norm. But now?

It’s been months.

Months since you received the message. Months since you heard from his feathered companion and the boy whose sister conquered the son that your husband, your love, your lifeline perished while going against an upper moon. It’s a day that is permanently ingrained in your memory like a massive brandishing that only you can see and feel. You had to fight tooth and nail just to receive the belongings he had on him which included to new ring you had customer made for him and given him before he departed to said mission and taught even harder to see his body. Everyone tried to convince you that it wasn’t wise but who were they to tell you what you could and could not see? He is-was your husband. How could you not? Maybe it was confirm because you at one point, saw him as untouchable but nothing could prepare you for what you saw.

All warmth left your body the moment Ms Kocho, a fellow friend and Hashira, lifted up the sheet. She was he hesitant at first, watching from the very moment you busted through those doors. Your eyes were on fire, like an already burning ember about to expand and devour everything around it but then it when blank. Hopelessly blank. The blood splattered throughout, the gapping wound, the color that once beamed like the sun itself that glowed up every room he was in now was replaced by the one color that only death could provide, everything that signal died his demise you have now confronted. He was gone and yet, a smile only you knew spread across his face. You could see through him, literally. And yet…

There he was.

Living…smiling..expressing just like how he did every time you saw him, when he was alive. You knew it wasn’t possible because you and many others made sure it couldn’t be. Your nose remembers the scent of blood and dirt and your hands remember the weight of his corpse slowly being carried then lowered into his casket. You fought and kneeled for days to be able to assist in the funeral preparations till the very end so you knew with certainty. You knew it wasn’t him.

“Y/N?”

How long has it been since he called you by name? Years? Since you first met in front of the meat stall, the both of you eyeing the same piece of the savory and succulent meat you been smelling since dawn? Since the first time you held hands? Since your first kiss? No, not even then. You couldn’t recall because he never has ever called you by your name. It was always his “little spitfire” “little flame” and “firecracker” due to your so called spicy attitude. Not even when he was upset with you did he say your name. For a while there you thought he forgot what it was but he didn’t. So why would he now? Before you could fully comprehend what was truly happening, you hear another knock on the door but this time, it’s was just loud enough to make you snap out of your thoughts.

“I can hear you breathing, you know.”

You freeze, a cold sweat slowly dripping down your sideburn. Kyojuro is partially death in one ear due to a battle from before you were together so how in the world could he-no it- hear your heart beating? Especially since you were now at least 6 inches away from the door? Your body stiffens as you hear a slow, deliberate, almost practiced mock laugh from the other side. Everything in your body, mind and soul is tell you to run yet your feel stay perfectly in place. “I sense that I have freightened you! I apologize! Please let me in so that I can properly explain!” Immediately, you back take a step forward without thinking and stop yourself before going any further. The next thing he says stops your already hastened heart.

“I know you’ve missed me. Don’t you want to be together again, little flame?”

You did. You so desperately wished that who or what you were talking to was your beloved sunshine but you knew better. You knew he was one of them. One of those creatures who appear as those that have passed on just to bait the victim to their demise. Knew that once you unlocked it, yourself and those residing in your residence due to feeling unsafe in their own homes who be in danger and you couldn’t, even though you really wanted too, bring yourself to let it in. Hot tears begin to fill the crevices of your eyes, partially blinding your vision as you play tug of war with the logical and emotional parts of yourself. “He right there! He’s not really dead!” Your heart screams and your body and mind fight back, forcing your stubborn heart and spirit to have to remember how hollow and lifeless his body felt. It feels wrong. It feels as though you will lose him a second time if you don’t and him now pleading with you through the mail slot is only making it worse.

“Please let me in! I’ve missed you terribly! It’s so warm out here…”

So do you open the door? You could finally get the closure you so desperately wished for and kiss him one more time but at what cost? Your sanity? Your life? Those insides lives? Are you really going to open the door and let him in? Or do you decide to push your selfish but justified feelings aside and keep the door locked?

Only you can decide.