lingeringfear: (ᴀs ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs)
lingeringfear ([personal profile] lingeringfear) wrote in [community profile] hadriel2016-08-13 09:45 am

four ☠ video

Ah... don't mind the lights. I thought they might set the mood a little.

[Fear smiles into the camera. His face is eerily lit by some type of hanging lamp above him, which seems to sway gently in the nonexistent wind. The smile is predatory, the tone is light, yet sinister.]

To all of you new humans, my name is Fear. I opened the Door, and now I've decided to stop your light that has been so generously provided to you since your arrival. For this next few days, I'd like to promote a contest: whoever can scare their fellow friends the most, be it through stories, jokes, or bodily harm- will receive a blessing from me. I'll only give out three blessings.

[There's a pause.]

-ah, and you have five days. Good luck.

[The feed shuts off there. A few minutes later, a new text post from Fear arrives on the network]

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was afraid of death. Whenever he went out to play, he would hide in a small cave near his home and hope that none of the predators came to eat him up. One day he found a small pathway in the cave, just big enough to fit his body through. He thought he heard the thump of footsteps from outside so he forced himself into the pathway. It twisted and turned so much that light no longer shone through and he was alone in the dark- or so he thought.

He began to hear a soft thump in the wall that he was pressed against. And again. And again. And it came louder and louder, faster and faster. The boy scrambled backward, trying to get back to the surface of the cave, but when he reached the entrance, he only found another wall. In complete darkness, with the thumping sounding like a giant drum in his ears, he screamed.

Some days later, a search party finally found a trace of him when they found... a human heart, still thumping on the ground next to a crumbling rock wall!!!
hasitsthorns: (Cᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ)

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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2016-08-17 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not a big fan of fear myself, but! I suppose I can't hold it against you if that's just what you are.

[ Ever the reasonable one. ]

Still, man, you really gotta' work on those stories. Super lame.
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2016-08-18 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course I can. I grew up around horror stories.

[ Literally. She is one too, actually, but that's... touchy. ]
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2016-08-22 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
It's common to be told not to walk alone at night. Humans can sense the creatures lurking in the dark even if they can't always see them. They try to warn other humans of these things... and that's where stories like this come from.

[ Without anything further, she begins- ]

A man walks alone on the streets of Japan late one night and he is approached by a lovely woman in a red trench coat. She has long straight, black hair and is wearing a surgical mask, which is common for those with a cold. She walks up close to his side and falls in step with him. Eventually, the woman asks in an ethereal voice "Am I beautiful?"

"Of course," comes the easy reply from the man. That's when she pulls down the surgical mask and reveals her maimed face. A scar goes all the way up to her ears, looking like a giant grisly grin. asks the woman as her scarred mouth opens wide.

"Am I still beautiful?" asks the woman as her scarred mouth opens wide.
"Yes," the man answers though his face contorts and voice breaks.

In the blink of an eye, the woman pulls a giant pair of scissors from his trench coat and cuts his head off clean. The man's head rolls down the street as his body falls lifeless to the ground. The woman walks away and nothing but man's decapitated body will ever be found.
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2016-08-31 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Do I least get an A for effort?

There's definitely more scary stories in Japanese lore where that came from, but... I'm guessing I'll have time to tell them later.