Jun 30, 2023
SPOOKY DOG
IN JUNE
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SPOOKY DOG
IN JUNE
This is the most cursed thing I've witnessed in a while I'm honestly very scared also this comment:
Welcome to the bone zone
be on the lookout for a color revolution in Iran, coming soon...
Hellhounds
Chapter One: Crawling
Seraphina gasped for air as she jolted up from her bed, her ragged breathing the only sound in the dark bedroom. As she stared around at the room, something in her bed caught her attention, and she reeled backwards off the bed with a screech at the sight of its bright red eyes, already burning themselves into her memory. It stalked closer and closer to her, until it hung its head over the bed. "Seraphina. . . " Her name dripped from its mouth horribly in a deep, garbled voice, which struck fear hard into her core. Where was Andrew? Was he okay? Had the thing eaten him? Seraphina's heartbeat was racing in her chest, and her stomach did flips as the dark animal started crawling off the bed and towards her in the gloom. She whimpered, frantically pushing herself backwards, until she slammed into the wall. The hound's muzzle twisted into what looked like a frown, and as soon as it reached her, it raised a paw up to her chest. It looked her in the eye, and its jaws opened slightly so she could see its long fangs. As its claws started digging into her skin, she, oddly, felt more and more grounded. The creature's face came closer to mine, but she started pushing it away with her hands, kicking at the ground underneath it. She thrashed around wildly, doing everything in her power to escape its hold on her, but the statue of a hound wouldn't move. Fear flickered in her chest like a broken lighter, until it completely overtook her body. "Stop! Get. . . off! Please!" Seraphina grunted with the effort of trying to dislodge the hound's paw, her voice hardly even reaching her ears. "Don't kill me!" She screeched, embedding her nails in its hide, desperate to get away from it. It wouldn't budge. No matter what she did, no matter what she said, and no matter how hard she pushed it, the hound stayed in place. Fear controlled her actions, and holes in the walls started billowing out black clouds of smoke, fire crackling from within them. Her eyes widened further as flames started licking out of the abyss and creeping across the walls, getting dangerously close to her and the hound. "Help!" Seraphina wailed the word until her throat was sore, and then kept going until her voice fizzled out, but it didn't help her in any way. A low growl hummed from the hellhound, and she started crying as it grew louder and louder. "Please. . . " Her faltering whisper rang out as darkness blotched over her vision.
Choking for air, Seraphina's eyes snapped open to reveal that she was still against the wall, a slight ache in her chest. Her breaths grew less and less ragged with every passing second, and she pulled herself into a normal sitting position, crossing her legs and shifting her gaze to look around the dim room. Faint traces of daylight filtered through the curtains of the window to her right, and Andrew was still in bed, hogging all the covers—and, as her breathing slowed to a normal pace, she could hear his soft snoring. She breathed deeply for a moment and leaned back against the wall, taking a moment to regroup her scattered thoughts. It was a dream, she thought, it was only a dream.
Seraphina stood up slowly and crossed the carpet, feeling dazed as she crawled back in bed beside Andrew. Minutes passed by, and as much as she'd tried, shs couldn't get back to sleep, so she stared up at the ceiling for around half an hour waiting for him to wake up naturally, thinking about the nightmare she'd had. She'd told Andrew the first two nights she'd had one, but after that, she'd stopped. It had been almost two weeks, and she still couldn't get that night with the hellhounds out of her mind. Normally, she wasn't fazed by the creatures they went after—not even the demons—but. . . their bright red eyes were ingrained in her mind, waiting for her to close my eyes to sleep so she could see them again in her dreams, and something about the way the things got inside her head so easily was unsettling. Seraphina put her hands over her chest and closed her eyes, and stayed like that for more than a few minutes.
She felt movement on the bed as Andrew shifted a couple of times, and her eyes flicked open as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Mornin', sunshine," she smiled at him, taking in his disgruntled appearance. He grumbled some nonesense at her for the mocking comment before slipping off the bed and shambling over to the bathroom. She heard the shower starting up and exited the bed herself to get dressed.
After she'd put on a pale yellow tank top and some skinny jeans made of some kind of soft fabric, she slipped into her sandals. She grabbed her phone from where it was charging on the nightstand and headed into the kitchen. Opening up the freezer, she grabbed out the blueberry waffles, then plugged in the toaster. She tossed the waffles in and leaned against the counter, waiting for Andrew to enter the room. She crossed her arms and tapped her fingers against them, smiling as the gentle patter of paw steps reached her ears. A small orange tabby cat—Georgia—looked up at her, before jumping up on the kitchen counter and brushing her head against the radio. Seraphina's smile grew wider as she ran her hand over her soft, striped fur. Thunder rumbled, and the sound of rain hitting the roof hard seemed to fit the song playing as she switched the radio on. A few minutes passed, and the waffles popped up from the toaster. She picked them up and took a plate from the cupboards to set Andrew's waffle on. She bit into the softened blueberry waffle, petting Georgia as she leaned against her on the counter. Thunder cracked from above once more, and Andrew finally walked in, hair still slightly wet from showering. Seraphina pushed his plate towards him, watching quietly as he tore into the waffle. A smile was stuck on her face as she enjoyed the peaceful rest of their morning. It only consisted of her and Andrew murmuring to each other about how adorable their cat was and talking about the drive ahead of them, but it was nice after the nightmare she'd had.
After they had finished up their light breakfast, fed Georgia, Andrew had grabbed his keys, and Seraphina had turned off the radio, they dawned hoodies and made their way to Andrew's car—a white KIA Sorrento, which was littered with various books on cryptids and other paranormal creatures. Seraphina climbed into the passenger seat as Andrew started the KIA up, pulling her earphones from the glovebox and plugging them into her phone, putting one earbud in and playing her current favorite song, Georgia by Vance Joy, on repeat. She started to space out, staring ahead of her at the moving road.
Seraphina leaned her head against the cold window, raindrops were scattered all over the outside of it, and she watched a few trickling down. The warm feeling of peacefullness in her chest hadn't really left since the beginning of the morning, and she was glad of it. Most mornings for the two were quiet, but usually they were a little chaotic and stressful as they prepared for the hunt of whatever thing they were going after at the time. Their next case, though, was a little different than the rest, considering that they were meeting up with two other people to go after a local cryptid. It was a pretty long drive—about two hours, she'd estimated—but she didn't mind, especially not with a storm, which was slowly gaining traction. Storms were probably her favorite weather. Seraphina turned her brain off, closed her eyes, and listened to her music.
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I was in a particularly bad situation. No, not just because I was in the woods alone at night, and not just because I was unable to work my
Howdy!! :3 As y'all can probably tell, I swapped out the I's and me's for she's and her's. Not for any particular reason, but maybe because I just wanted to, and thought that it'd be fine if the prologue stayed in Seraphina's point of view instead of someone narrating her point of view. Sorry this took so long!! I was honestly just lazy XD
I know its Dan’s birthday and we wanna talk about how much we love him and stuff… but are we gonna talk about the actual f-ing nightmare that was the intro to today’s GG episode???
Guys ghosts are REAL!!! I caught one on camera!!