It's that time of the year again, where everything gets dark and creepy and every story starts with "It was a dark and stormy night..."
But here at Arkadia, we are a little more creative than that. Here are three horror filled prompts for you to try your hand at. Write no more than 500 words.
Let's get spooky
The man leans into you. There is a dark red, almost black colour to the whites of his eyes. He is so close, his nose is almost touching yours. You can feel his breath when he says, "We all have it in here. We are all infected."
You're a tourist enjoying an evening walk in the historic part of a strange city. You stop to admire the facade of a building when the gargoyles start winking at you, one at a time.
A cannibal puts up an ad on Cragslist for a willing victim. A person sees that ad and struggles whether or not to reply. What happens if they say yes?
It was 4:45 in the morning. Some would say, it was stupid of a girl, new in town to walk down the barely lit streets on a dark October night. Some would say that, and those some would probably be right. But after a long day of unpacking my small, cramped car and into a trailer no bigger than it. This is my home now. A home I was settled in for all of two seconds before the itch in the back of my eye told me I needed to get out of that space.
As I walk, in the distance I can see two people dancing under one of the few streetlamps on the town center. It’s a jerky sort of nonsensical movement that makes my eyebrows scrunch in judgement, but I can’t be mad at them, they’re smiling so big I can see their teeth from here.
As I get closer, I can also see their eyes are wide, and their lips are strained…
A shiver runs up my spine. I cross the street instead and pick up the pace towards home.
I managed to nap for a short time before there was a rattle at the door. The trailers flimsy screen door startled me awake, but the smell of freshly made fruitcake got me out of bed. It isn’t a normal feeling, this, being attracted to the scent of fruitcake and yet I’m up and out of bed and opening the door before I know it.
In front of me are three ladies, two of the people I saw dancing this morning on my walk, but the main girl, standing in front and holding the fruitcake, a pretty blonde with a sweet southern dress. All three of them had the same wide eyed, all-teeth smile that shook me to my core.
I invited them in.
Wednesday, 1:07pm They only stayed for a short while but aside from some incoherent speech and vague mumblings about “The Mother,” I am more curious than afraid of what is happening to the people in this town.
One of them had dropped a note, words hastily scratched into the paper with a dying pen,
"Are we there yet?" Liam said for the ten-millionth time as the car hit a bump in the road. It was a long, winding, cobblestone road. The leaves had been a bright green when they had first left. But now, they faded into dead earth, leaving the trees bare.
"No, Liam. Just a couple more miles." Marilyn replied to her 4-year old son. She continued driving ignoring the fact that her eyes were baggy and her stomach ached for food. She yawned. Liam cheered. "A couple more miles to the next town."
Liam groaned. "We'll rest there and continue in 2 days." She said, not knowing she would never leave the town.
When they had reached the town of Shanestone, it was dark and the stars gleamed in the sky. It was a full moon in the midst of midnight. Marilyn lead Liam out of the van to find a hotel. Except, the town seemed completely vacant. Not a sound except for their footsteps and heartbeats. Liam grasped his mother's hand tight.
Gargoyles sat high on an abandoned skyscraper. Marilyn was sure their eyes followed her. She gulped before pulling Liam back. "Go get in the car." She pushed him away.
She turned around to see the three gargoyles on the ground in front of her, smiling devilishly. She blinked, thinking she was insane. But instead, the statues got closer. Closer, closer, closer. She screamed when one of them moved blinked back at her.
She tried to run but more of them surrounded her. Closer, closer, closer. Inches away now, she tried to kick them away but they simply wouldn't budge. Then, one of them grabbed her ankle. She yelped and struggled to break free.
It yanked her down to the floor as the statues receded into the shadows, dragging her with them. Her screams echoed as she called for her son. But it was too late. She was gone.
(I kinda changed the prompt a little but eh, here's my entry anyways.)
"What do you mean by that?" Nesy asked the man who had apparently gotten too close to his personal space. He thought that this man was mentally disturbed. He was feeling the gigantic pulsation of something bad in his heart. Nesy began to feel like something was going to happen as the man started to say something to Nesy that made him feel terrified. "...I sense it in you.. In all human beings on this pathehtic planet." The man began to let out a huge growl which was a sign of an attack that was going to happen. Nesy's heart bolted in his chest and he felt that shivers were going down his spine going through his entire body.
The man would stare into his blue eyes as he spoke to him. His breath was filled with stench and filth as if the man were to be utterly mad and drunk to his voice. He would speak as his dark voice began to vibrate as if the man was very old. "..Emotions are the infection. I must cure you of this utter nonsense." The man had spoken and he attempted to grab Nesy which resulted in him pushing him away. Nesy's heart began to throb in his chest and he felt as if he was trying to do a choice: "Fight or flight." instinct began kicking in.
The man fell to the ground and he looked up at Nesy with a wicked smirk. "You... Your defence is futile." The man told Nesy and he started to stand up from the cement as he literally propelled at him "I MUST CURE-" The man said as he sounded desperate in doing something with Nesy. But before he could've finished and done that Nesy evaluated the situation quickly about the situation and he felt like the temptation to injure the man and Nesy began to swing his left knee at man's cheekbones causing him to be slapped into the ground and he got kneed basically.
"Okay.. I am getting the hell out of there! Stay away from me!" Nesy yelled at the man who tried to injure him but before he could do that the man grabbed his leg which caused him to yelp as he has begun to swing his leg to the man's hand and he ultimately let go and howled in agony as he was laying injured on the street. The man's eyes filled with hunger and desperation as he growled due to the pain Nesy caused at him.
The man peeked his head from the ground and he began to war Nesy in a very threatening tone. "I will find you!" The man yelled at Nesy as he began to feel the sensation of his legs telling him to get the hell out of here and he was breathing relativly quickly. He got a shiver out of his spine as he began to turn away from him and began to run across the street and eventually plop out of the shadows where he wasn't seen at all or not even heard from. But Nesy didn't know whatever this man wanted from him but it was surely something bad. He was happy to be not be a part of what the man had wanted to do with Nesy.