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gothic horror.    gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses.cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs .pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums.spiders. books.

classic horror.    black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison.voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters.cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

slashers.    bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns.outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets.revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children.parties. fire.swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

paranormal horror.    malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

cryptid and urban legend horror.   aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.

❝    oh .   right .    ━━━    ❞      and  he  was  yanked  away ,     barely  inches  before  the  first  of  the  girls  had  skipped  their  over  to  try  and  get  a  swing  at  lodging  his  head  off  his  neck  like  a  golf  racket .     pulled  over  to  the  end  of  the  bike ,    they  left  the  lot  of  maniacal  entities  with  nothing  but  smoke  and  a  spiral  of  dirt .    it  couldn’t  have  been  the  smell  of  blood  that  attracted  them ,   considering  dionysus   -    they  seemed  hell  bent  on  sacrificing  anything  that  moved  to  their  patron ,   and  that  landed  demigods  into  the  option  list .        ❝    well ,   can’t  run  them  over .     ❞      a  sharp  cut  left  meant  slowing  the  bike  by  mere  seconds ,      and  it  was  enough  to  garner  him  the  distant  echo  of  their  laughter .    winding  his  arms  around  the  other  boy’s  waist ,   he  tossed  a  look  over  his  shoulder  and  considered .       ❝    we’ll  have  to  trap  them .    valdez  said  it  worked  once .    ❞

they’re  too  far  from  both  of  their  camps  to  even  consider  the  possibility  in  finding  refuge  in  either  demigod  home   ,             leaving  them  with  little  options.               kenneth’s  suggestion  is  met  with  a  snort   ,              though  muffled  out  by  the  sound  of  his  bike   ,              revving  the  engine  as  he  pushes  the  vehicle  far  beyond  the  speed  limit.         ‘        i’m  not  leo.              i  can’t  magically  pull  a  trapping  device  out  of  my  ass.              ’         if  only  he  were  more  well - rested   ,             he  might  be  able  to  figure  something  out.           it’s  unneeded  anyway.        ‘         how  do  you  feel  about  looking  dead?        ’        his  mother’s  ability  to  grant  the  death  mist  lies  within  him   ,         though  he  knows  it’ll  take  the  majority  of  his  energy  to  shroud  them  both  from  the  monsters;        in  most  cases   ,           he  might  deem  it  the  coward’s  way  out  of  a  fight   ,            but  they’re  left  with  little  choice.         

❝      you’re like my dad,     ❞     it’s not a compliment,   an insult to his character.    if he knew her father,   he’d probably take it as a compliment.    both were cold,   callous men.   part of the reason she has a hard time taking anything he says NOT personal.    ❝      you’d get on well.    i’ll send my best regards from hell.     ❞

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          a  guilt  burns  within  his  stomach  when  he  realizes  he  might  have  sounded  cold .  lower  lip      is  taken  between  teeth    &    he  chews     ,    soft  skin  indenting  with  the  violence  of  his  bite .      ❝   —————   i’m  happy  that  you  found  her  again ,   ❞             he  says  quietly , the  galaxies        trapped  within  his  eyes  shifting  hesitantly  to  ace .     ❝   if  it’s  like  every  romance  movie  ever ,      it  has  to  mean  something .   ❞

‘       i  don’t  really  think  my  life’s  a  romance  movie   ,            ri.       ’         if  it  is   ,             it’s  undoubtedly  the  worst  one  ever  produced:              far  closer  to  a  horror - tragedy  than  anything  else.        in  a  romance   ,              ace  would  have  a  shot  at  a  happy  ending.              in  this  life   ,           the  chances  of  that  are  slim  to  none   ,              even  if  he  does  have  riley  back.

❝   you  know  me.      and  here  you  are,     at  my  party  with  no  question.     really,     ace    —–      why  would  you  come  to  a  party  infested  with  teenagers  if  there  wasn’t  a  reason?      i  think  it’s  me,   ❞         she  insists  with  a  clever  smile.        eyes  narrow  in,      head  slowly  looking  over  to  the  girl  in  question.      she  scoffs,      as  if  she  has  a  thousand  reasons  why  he  shouldn’t  go  near  her     (     she  hardly  even  knows  her.     )       ❝    you’d  be  wasting  your  time,       and  i’d  actually  feel  bad  for  you.       people  don’t  bring  dates  to  house  parties    —–    how  long  has  it  really  been  since  you’ve  been  out  of  high  school  anyway?    ❞  

❝   lucky  for  both  of  us,       i  know  plenty  of  ways  to  entertain  you.  ❞         her  head  peaks  over,      a  scoff  slipping  from  her  lips  as  if  it’s  obvious.        ❝   knives.     i’d  look  hot  with  a  knife,     right?   ❞ 

          ❝   i  don’t  know ,   ❞     comes  his  dismissive  reply  as  he  rolls  his  shoulders  in  another      shrug .     he  preoccupies  himself  by  continuing  to  drip  polish  onto  his  nails , smoothing  on      the  fluorescent  color  .  there’s  a  made  effort  to  keep  his  gaze  away  from  ace   ––––   he      wants  this  conversation  to  be  over .

he  should  be  used  to  it  by  now:              keeping  his  thoughts  to  himself    ,             having  nobody  to  voice  them  freely  to  as  he  might  have  done  years  ago.            and  yet  he’d  been  foolish  enough  to  believe  that  having  riley  back  might  change  things;           that  maybe  he  wouldn’t  have  to  feel  so  alone  anymore.      he  still  does.

but  what  more  should  he  expect  from  the  boy  he’d  killed?