HorrorAnne

I share my horror interests here. I’ve always loved horror games — the tension, the dread, the way they get under your skin. But I don’t just play them. I visit them in my sleep. Night after night I slip into those dark, terrifying worlds… and I’m always in nothing but my underwear. Just a thin top and a thong.

I love how exposed and vulnerable it makes me feel.

Sweet nightmares 💕 ~ Anne

Lately my dreams have been extra intense. My belly is always exposed and full, so sensitive and sexy. I can’t stop touching it. And when someone finds me… Then i'm at their mercy. Maybe i get kidnapped and tied up. Feeling that mix of fear and arousal, soft and powerless under their hands… it turns me on like nothing else.

Wish that was me lol... lucky Ashley. 🤭

Heather and I in better times.❤️

Lakeside Amusment Park (pt. 2)

I don’t even know how many nights it’s been anymore…

In my last dream Heather and I finally made it into Lakeside Amusement Park. At first it felt exciting in a scary way, the lights, the fog, the old rides… but once we stepped inside the haunted mansion everything went wrong so fast. Something started chasing us through the dark halls. I panicked and ran as hard as I could. I lost Heather somewhere in the corridors. When I finally stopped to catch my breath the door behind me slammed shut and before I could react the bars came down. I was locked in.

Now I’m stuck in here. Behind these cold, rusty bars. Every single night when I fall asleep I’m back in this cage again. The same walls, the same floor, the same feeling of being trapped. The monsters keep coming. They harass me, they stare, they touch. They force disgusting food into my mouth just to keep me alive, my belly is so stuffed and stretched from it. And they do other things to my body… I’m not even wearing my panties anymore. It got all stained and dirty so I took it off, and now I just stand here with my privates exposed all the time.

I don’t hate the attention though. I feel kinda sexy when they show up and play with my body… it’s kinda hot. At first that feeling was pretty exciting. But after so many nights it just becomes too much. It turns exhausting and gross. You can see it in my face. I’m so tired.

I have no idea where Heather is. I don’t even know if she’s still alive. Every time I close my eyes I hope I’ll wake up next to her, or that she’ll somehow find me and get me out of here. But she never does.

I wish we never stepped foot in Lakeside Amusement Park.

I just want this nightmare to end.

This is where the magic happens. Gawd, I probably spend half of my life right here in this mess.

Lakeside Amusment Park

We finally made it to Lakeside Amusement Park…

I sat down on the bench next to Robbie outside the entrance. The big pink rabbit was already there, just staring ahead with that bloody face like he’d been waiting for me. Heather is standing directly in front of me, looking at us.

I can already hear them from out here — the monsters. That low, wet dragging sound coming from somewhere inside. My heart is racing so hard I think it might burst. And I’m freezing… I’m only in my little white tank top and panties, and the night air is so cold against my skin.

I’m terrified… but also weirdly excited. Like my body doesn’t know whether to stay sitting or get up and go in.

Heather squeezed my hand and looked at me with that serious, determined face she always gets when she’s trying to be brave for both of us… though there was a little smirk in her voice.

“You’re shivering,” she teased softly, her eyes flicking down. “And look at that… your nipples are all hard from the cold. Barely wearing anything and already showing off for the monsters, huh? Don’t worry though. I’ve got you, Anne. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

My face went hot instantly. I looked down, biting my lip, feeling so embarrassed… but also a little turned on that she noticed and said it out loud like that.

I don’t know what’s going to happen when we go in.

I hope we'll survive. 💕

Brookhaven hospital

Last night I dreamed i was back in Silent Hill again, lost inside Brookhaven hospital. Flickering lights, thick fog, cold broken tiles under my bare feet. Then I saw her—Heather. My Heather. Messy blonde hair, worn vest, that familiar look in her eyes. I nearly cried.

“Anne?” she whispered.

We ran to each other and held on tight, laughing and shaking with relief. She pulled me to a safer room with an old metal bed and a door we could barricade. We sat together, catching our breath, just happy to have found each other again.

Then Heather found some old rope in a closet. She held it up, confused. “What do we even do with this?”

Heat rushed to my face. The words slipped out before I could stop them: “Maybe you could tie me up with it?”

She blinked. “What? Anne, are you serious?”

I nodded, biting my lip. “Please, Heather… Tie me up. Make me helpless. I need it.”

Something shifted in her eyes. She gave in. She laid me back on the dirty mattress and tied my wrists to the headboard, then my ankles to the foot of the bed—tight enough that I could barely squirm. When she stepped back and looked at me like that, I was already breathing hard.

“Why are you like this?” she asked quietly. “So submissive… so kinky?”

I looked up at her, flushed. “I’ve always been this way. In these dreams I’m not embarrassed anymore. I just want you to have control.”

Heather’s expression softened into something warmer, hungrier. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached out. Her fingers brushed my cheek, then trailed slowly down my neck and over my chest. She lingered at my exposed belly, gently circling and playing with my navel, teasing the sensitive skin around it with light touches and soft strokes. I shivered and let out a quiet moan as her fingers continued lower, exploring, teasing. Another soft moan escaped my lips, then another, as the ropes held me perfectly in place while I trembled under her hands.

…And then the dream began to fade. The room blurred, the ropes loosened in that hazy way dreams do, and I woke up in my own bed, breathing heavily, heart pounding. I miss her already. I hope I see Heather again soon in my dreams.

I haven’t showered all week (I know, I'm gross..) and today I finally decided to clean my navel with a q-tip.

God… was it dirty 😳

Like, properly gross. I even found bits of food in there. No idea how that even happened. I had no idea how much had built up. Felt weirdly satisfying though once it was clean again.

Here a pic of me when i hid away in one of the dirty bathrooms at Leafmore Highschool… 😳

The whole place is creepy and abandoned, but being here in just my underwear is giving me the biggest butterflies in my exposed stomach.

Just hung around the apartment in my little croptop, eating way too much junk food and drinking beer. I’ve been wearing the same thong for days now and I’ve barely even showered.