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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 outdated television sets.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 & 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.

How Beth was always the one chosen to speak to the victim was beyond her. And yet, here she was, approaching the young girl. A soft smile was on her face, an attempt to show she meant her no harm. “I'm Detective Elizabeth Childs,” she began, showing the young women her ID, “if there’s anything at all you can tell us about what you witnessed it would really help us. Help you.”

Janis laid on the warm rock, flat and just mere inches from the water. The sand irritated her skin, so she found solace in the more rocky area of the beach. Her blonde locks were flipped out of the way, and incidentally into the water since she laid so close to the edge of a drop off. Part of her hoped no little creatures decided to nibble at it-- or god forbid burrow --but besides that, she let it be.

It was hot, therefore she was thankful of the partially shaded spot she found on the far end of the beach. Family vacations sucked. Well, the beach was fun, a young brother and her parents far down the way where it was much more populated, truly enjoying it all. Besides a occasional trash collector, she was alone under an overhanging, stone-clinging cypress tree.

Imagine her surprise when she heard the water ripple behind her.

She jumped, wide eyes peering at the intruder, hair whipping and sticking to her bare skin like pointed tentacles. Her cheeks turned pink, part of her wanted to tell off the girl about personal space. But she was the foreigner, really. Traveling miles for an ocean side summer.