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148 Horror Writing Prompts  (I KNOW IT’S NOT THE RIGHT MEME I APOLOGIZE) @wardcg—

    The melody. It came back. It returned. Guitar riff. Drums. Everything. Back again. Crooning, loud, blasting in his ears. If he’s heard the song once, he’s heard it a million times before. All of the lyrics were memorized and perfect. Staci could do this. He could listen. He could follow orders. He could be the perfect soldier. For Jacob. For The Father. For The Project.

    But...Something was wrong. Something was wrong when he opened his eyes. No sea of red. No scent of gunpowder. No screams to be heard. Just...empty. Maybe the silence was more terrifying than sound? Maybe the silence was stronger than the screams? Harder to cut through. Harder to put a dent in. The hospital, the center, it was empty. Not a hunter in sight. Not a prisoner in sight. Only Staci. Only Staci. Only Staci. Only Staci.

    But he heard the floorboards creak behind him. He heard the heavy sound of boots on the ground. They stomped, the creaks got louder, the creaks began breaking. The floor was splintering. The floor would fall out beneath him. He wasn’t safe. He wasn’t alone. What was happening? What was going on? What happened? Snapping back, Staci turned on a dime and found nothing behind him.

    Nothing.

    And like a flash of red, there stood a monster before him. Red aura emanating off of it. Blue eyes stabbing through silence. Its skin marred and burnt and bloody. Its muscles rippling and tearing and the tendons pulling like puppet strings. Before Staci could even speak, Staci felt its giant hand snap around his throat like a snare. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. There was no such thing as a monster that lived in the Veterans Center. There were no monsters in the Mountains.

    And maybe if they existed, they didn’t wear their true skin to the people around them. If Staci had the honor to see them outside of a human’s appearance, he had to fight back. Throat snared, unable to breathe correctly, unable to speak, Staci had to scream.

@wardcg ||  soft angst  ||  ACCEPTING 

             i shouldn’t have come here. 

tension is thick in the air of cascade. paul is barely on his feet, but he’s moving better everyday with the use of his cane. once the knowledge had come to light that paul knew as much as he does there’s been growing stresses and wenches in his relationships with the family. he does not condone what they do no matter what reasons they give. 

“then why did you come?” his question is clear. neither have spoken much, paul not having much to say until he figures out what he wants to do about it all or how he feels. conflicts swirls around in his head and he HATES all the confusion. hope county in all its beauty should have been his savior, its been anything but. 

@wardcg  ||  question starters

             ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ (wardcg)

         is it wise to share what he knows? placing his cards on the table when he has the power to keep the game in his favor? is that what this has been to them? a game? one that he should learn to play quickly? the apostle isn’t sure and he’s so conflicted about everything he’s unsure of how to proceed with what he knows. if its true, then that means that his family has lied to him the entire time he’s been in hope county, even before since that meant joseph misled him just to get him here. 

what if the woman lied to him, just to fill his head with questions? only to turn him against his brothers? so many conflicting thoughts going through his mind that he does not need the headache that accompanies the other injuries he’s trying to recover from. until he figures out what is what, the apostle is going to keep quiet of what he knows. he does not wish for revenge for he knows that will be only of what his brothers seek if they knew. 

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    A shriek nearly left Staci when Jacob’s hand moved like a snare on the back of his neck. A bear trap snapping over cervical vertebrae and shoving him forward, almost to the ground.But all he could do was jump with a choked gasp and catch himself before he fell to the ground. Staci leaned against the wall, looking up to see Jacob just saunter past him like that. Teeth bared, a natural sign of aggression and the first thing the Judges ever showed Staci. In that moment, there was a blip of rage, a tiny, insignificant amount of anger that wanted to rear its god awful head and show Jacob to stop underestimating him. 

@wardcg​  ||  touch my muse 

his knee length peacoat is wrapped around him quite tightly,  a scarf tucked snugly around his neck, paul stands at the door waiting for it to be answered, nerves are through the roof since he hadn’t seen his brother in many MANY years. the only reason he knows anything now is that he’d been listed as next of kin and given a forwarding address. he’s not completely sure how he’d even been found, but either way he’s here and he’s more than excited to be reunited with at least one brother. hopefully they haven’t been wrong and there aren’t two jacob seeds in existence. 

the dogs bark and scuttle within very loudly at the sound of someone at the door. how many does he have? if he doesn’t know any better, it appears to be a small pack of elephants. somehow that just makes sense for his eldest brother. when the door opens and his own blues meet the ones that match perfectly he KNOWS he’s come to the right place. there’s no mistaking it. 

[ thAT’S A SPICY MEATBALL ]