𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.

                    sometimes , i wonder why i pretend to be human . 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 . it’s the only part of my life that does . maybe the only part of my life . so why do i try so hard to be civilized ?                             𝑤𝘩𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑖 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 ?

                  ɪɴᴅ. sᴇʟ. ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ﹣ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ. ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴡᴀᴜ.

                    “ 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 , 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ? why are you warm ? why are you made of flesh ? ” the wind says , in a voice of a fearful but curios child , both worn and longing . the air was cold to the touch , growing colder at the direction of the voice . bod doesn’t see the source . he cannot see anymore , for his freedom of the graveyard have been long stripped from him . but he can still feel them , and if he stays long enough he can hear them . he can hear them now because of the familiar peace , a peace that reminds him of home not forgotten , although he aches for it for a very long time . his eyes remain at the view of gray clouds upon a balmy sky , filtered through the mesh of branches and leaves . it leaves the forest blue and tranquil , like those in fairy tales he read when he was a child . 

                    “ my name is nobody . i am a living boy . and what i am made of , you were made of , too , a long time ago . ” bod replies . his voice is soft and mellow , and his words were spoken like a prayer . he could pretend it was a wish for peaceful departure of the spirit , but he knew the truth about the spirits here . they were like moths to a flame , in a way . in a manner that the flame is the cemetery , the only world they are familiar with and consider home , and the spirits as moths who are trapped because they never knew about another place they could go to . “ i am company . i am here to be a friend to you . ”

                    bod found the cemetery about a month ago , with very little knowledge given by the locals about the location of the tombstones . 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 , the old librarian told him , 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 , 𝑡𝑜𝑜 . donned with his camera and his notes , he thanked them and bid them goodbye . he found the cemetery about a month ago , and he scaled and documented the place like he was supposed to ( the graveyard was ten trees long and fifteen trees wide , and what remains of the chapel is the eroded foundation and the moss - covered altar at the edge of a clearing ) but he stays . for some reason he stays , and he would find himself in the middle of the clearing , sitting on a crumbling tombstone and feeling … . happy . he felt like a child again , the living boy in the place for the dead . 

                    “ who are you , kind mister , and why are you here ? we are dead and abandoned , our last memories kept alive by those who chose to not forget . your flesh and bone musn’t call this home . ” there is a tone of certainty on the voice of the ghost child . they don’t berate him , they only speak the truth . the truth about the nature of things , the truth about the nature of him . he remembers silas then , his guardian , and the small hint of warmth as he looked down at him that day . he was just a boy in this memory , carrying his ticket to the new world in a leather suitcase . 𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 , 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 , 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 . he remembers saying , repeating it like a mantra when he replies under his breath . “ i came back for my childhood , looking for a home . but the graveyard is not home anymore . ” 

Send me a number 1 thru 148 for a horror prompt that I’ll use to either write a drabble or starter. Send 💀  for a random number instead. ‘Read-more’ added for length. WARNING: contains potentially triggering material. Always make sure your roleplay partner is comfortable with these themes! (SOURCE)

001. — “the nightmare box” 002. — abandoned asylum 003. — abandoned city 004. — abandoned hospital 005. — abandoned house 006. — aliens 007. — apocalypse 008. — attack of the giant [_____] 009. — axe / chainsaw murder 010. — body horror 011. — brainwashing 012. — bride / groom is a monster 013. — buried alive 014. — can’t get out of the building 015. — can’t get out of the city 016. — cannibals 017. — Cassandra Curse 018. — cemetery 019. — changelings 020. — chest burster 021. — chimeras 022. — classic ghost stories 023. — corporeal ghosts 024. — crashed spaceship 025. — cults 026. — dark magic 027. — dead the entire time 028. — deadly cute thing (bunny, stuffed toy, killer tomato, etc.) 029. — deal with the devil 030. — demons 031. — doomsday device 032. — dream or reality? 033. — driven mad by guilt 034. — dystopian future 035. — everyone is affected but you 036. — evil artifact 037. — evil asylum 038. — evil body part 039. — evil doll 040. — evil fog / mist

SHIP TO WRECK

“remind me, what was it that i said?”

“did i drink too much?”

“am i losing touch?”

“what’s with the long face?”

“do you want more?”

WHAT KIND OF MAN

“you were on the other side, like always.”

“i was drunk enough to deal with it.”

“sometimes you’re half in and then you’re half out.”

“how do you manage to have me crawling back for more?”

HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL

“now there’s a few things we have to burn.”

“tell me you see it too.”

“i’m happy you’re beside me.”

“maybe i’ll see you in another life if this one wasn’t enough.”

QUEEN OF PEACE

“what is it worth when all that’s left is hurt?”

“some things never sleep.”

“come on, is this what you want?”

“somebody’s gotta lose.”

“you’re driving me away.”

VARIOUS STORMS & SAINTS

“i gave myself over willingly.”

“i am teaching myself how to be free.”

“if you could just forgive yourself…”

“some things you let go in order to live.”

“i know you’re bleeding, but you’ll be okay.”

“one day this will be over - i swear it’s not so far away.”

DELILAH

“i’m gonna be free and i’m gonna be fine.”

“these chains never leave me.”

“can’t you let me know?”

“never knew i was a dancer.”

LONG & LOST

“are you missing me?”

“is it too late to come on home?”

“i figured out where i belong.”

CAUGHT

“it’s the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do.”

“when i sleep, i never dream of you.”

“i can’t keep calm - i can’t keep still.”

“i forget all that i’ve been taught.”

THIRD EYE

“it tore you open.”

“you don’t know why.”

“you don’t have to be a ghost.”

“you deserve to be loved.”

“i’m the same. i’m trying to change.”

ST. JUDE

“each side is a loser, so who cares who fired the gun?”

“maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.”

“i couldn’t keep my mouth shut.”

“i’m trying to find the meaning.”

MOTHER

“won’t you leave me?”

“i want no more than this.”

“can you protect me from what i want?”

“all these couples are kissing.”

HIDING

“you don’t have to tell me why.”

“not sure i can deal with this.”

“i know there’s a part of you that i just cannot reach.”

“you don’t have to let me in, just know that i’m still here.”

“it’s your pride that’s keeping us still so far apart.”

MAKE UP YOUR MIND

“i never thought i’d be a killer.”

“while you’ve been saving your neck, i’ve been breaking mine for you.”

“make up your mind before i make it up for you.”

“let me live or let me love you.”

WHICH WITCH

“it’s an old scar.”

“who’s a heretic now?”

“am i making sense?”

“you can’t tell me to regret.”

“i’m on trial.”

PURE FEELING

“it was more than i could bear.”

“you know, i hoped to see you there.”

“i keep on moving in the spaces where you used to be.”

“i knew that this would end in tears.”

CONDUCTOR

“does that make you mine?”

“this work is never done.”

“who’s in control? who’s playing who?”

“i know this part so well.”

AS FAR AS I COULD GET

“wasting my goddamn time.”

“i went as far as i could get.”

“i am unloved.”

                    … . . and also because of this little snippet. 

Hannibal Advant Day 10 - Buffet Froid