I am a disabled writer who enjoys crafting Urban Fantasy, Psych Thrillers & Queer Literature stories.
|They/Them| |Pansexual| |Married| |NF1| |AuDHD| | ๐ซ AI |
The symbiote inhabiting Cole's body has been observing his habits. It was a good thing they were there since Cole did a bad job of cleaning up the evidence he left behind. To the symbiote, it was a free meal to fill their stomach.
#horrorprompt#meat_puppet
There was a simple word-of-mouth that every year a new 'killer' would be chosen to play the part in their yearly festival. What they didn't expect was for the person to take it seriously.
#horrorprompt#darkly_cryptic
A fake.
A replacement.
In order to continue his teachings, Aazoth forced someone to take his place on sacrifice day. After all, he still had so much more to teach his people.
#horrorprompt#profane_martyr
For the past few nights, Darcy's bedroom door would slowly open. A bony hand would grip the frame, pushing it open. She hid under the covers and closed her eyes, praying for it to go away.
#horrorprompt#skeletal_fingers
Axl frowned, reading over the field report. Another body had been discovered six days too late. If only the landowner had reported the tenant missing sooner. Now they were dealing with a bloated body and a lack of evidence.
#horrorprompt#bloated_body
Bryce expected the heat of flames. Instead, it was cold, dark, and lit by torches. A man in a suit led him to a room with an open door. Peering inside, Bryce knew why he was there. He was pushed inside, and the door promptly closed.
#horrorprompt#eternal_torment
Paula knew that once stepping inside, there was no going back. She would forever be trapped in an endless loop, but in order to save her friends, Paula would do anything, even enter the demon's pageant where it was required to wear human skins.
#horrorprompt#umbral_pageant
Price's wound had turned jet black and rigid. Lime-colored ooze leaked from it, and the veins were crimson and bulging. It wouldn't be long before he too would become one of the creatures that were hunting him.
#horrorprompt#festering_wound
The wound finally clotted, that it was already red and angry with infection. If it didn't get any better in a few weeks, they would have to amputate. At least it would slow down the virus. She was just glad this wasn't a zombie apocalypse.
#horrorprompt#coagulated_blood
The Templar never thought they would have to use the relic. Inside the house, the walls still trembled, and the cabinet doors still shook. Raising the object into the air, they began to chant a prayer.
#horrorprompt#unholy_relic