forum Prompts. Maybe scary?
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@Shadow_Knight group

You can hear a single word when you touch a person. It describes how you should treat the person and what kinds of actions. You touch your best friends for the first time today (They have haphephobia). The word "RUN" echos in your mind.

@Darkblossom group

I watched the demon dance about in glee, the rune engraved into my right hand bleeding profusely. I had done it, I had killed him, and now my soul was forever gone to the sun.

@BrennaKadavsky

(I'm sorry these all got really dark and creepy inside my head. Don't concern yourselves with my mental health though)

I really hadn't meant to turn out the lights. They didn't tell me what would happen and I knew I wasn't supposed to. I don't even remember doing it.
But I must have, because when it was over, I was the only one left.

I have a friend. He lives in my head. I see him at night, when I'm asleep and dreaming. Sometimes we play together. Sometimes he shows me magical things. Sometimes he makes me laugh.
Last night he tried to kill me.

I've heard other people can see ghosts too. I just don't believe it, because if they did, they wouldn't tell anyone. I've never told anyone, and I'm not going to. They're always there, watching me and telling me what to do. It started two years ago when I hit my head on the driveway. Now the ghosts are the only ones who talk to me, even if all they talk about are bad things. Maybe they only talk to me because I don't talk to anyone else, and they can tell me all the bad things they did. And how I could do the bad things they did.

@Darkblossom group

I watched as my wings were cut. First the left, then the right. I heard a scream. I looked at the trees, covered in blood, white fire burning them. Ash filled the air, and I couldn’t breath. The knife had stole a piece of my soul, and the magic that had created me was failing. She looked grim as she burned my blood, a demon dancing in my peripheral vision. It said something about this being the last kill. I could only wonder what that meant, until the knife plunged again, and darkness overcame me. I am in the sun now, slowly burning, for eternity.

@RainClouds_Itachi_

whispers i am here with some creepy prompts-

I wasn't afraid of the dark. I was afraid of the eyes that i saw on the other side of my own eyelids.

my eyes could see so far, they saw great distances, and then they'd see even farther as i grew. but they started to see too far, into the future, one that i could not let happen. i want these eyes destroyed.

i had only taken a nap. one nap. i never woke up. my body never found.

@RainClouds_Itachi_

v v true, 3am is always best time for scary-
but here are some more prompts !! these ones are just weird tho

I felt tired, always so tired, after looking into that lake. there was something in there, something that now drains me. I don't know what it was, but now it looks like me, and it's getting harder to breathe…

the children started to cough up ice. it's summer, but they are so cold. they keep trying to go up the mountain, the one where no one returns from. they desperately climb as high as possible. one of the children is missing. and from the mountain top, a giant cloud arises.

i hear the sound of bells. our village doesn't have any. the old man on the mountain said goodbye. but he's in perfect health. i climbed the mountain to see him. i saw him disappear. i hear the sound of bells. the giant snake is calling out again. no one else remembers the old man. no one else sees the snake.

@Idontunderstandthatreference

I know I’m kinda late but here you go anyways:

“Wait, I don’t understand.. you’re saying, we’re not crazy?”

“Exactly.”

“But how? We’re in a mental hospital for Christ’s sake.”

“Well think about it. We all just had little things wrong with us at the start. For example, (character name here), she started off with a bad case of anxiety and left with one of the worst cases of schizophrenia I’ve ever seen. Same with (other character name here.), they started off with depression and left bipolar. What if, what if we’re not crazy. What if for once, we’re the sane ones.”

“That’s impossible! Monsters aren’t real!”

Just then, almost on que, a drop of blood fell onto the cold tile floor of the hallway. That was followed by another drop. And another. They would have been fine as well, the kids, but they made one mistake. They looked up.