Late at night, when everyone else has long since gone to sleep, you can hear a soft melody begin. Tonight, you decide that you can’t stand the curiosity any longer. You know you will be in deep trouble if you’re caught, but something about that music always tugs at your soul.
Carefully, you creep your way down through the building, avoiding the spots where you know the floor creaks, and keeping to the shadows as best as you can. Finally, you find yourself reaching the old sealed off section. The area beyond this, holds quite a few old practice studios and classrooms, including what was once a music room.
No one talks about what happened here, leaving most of your generation completely in the dark. Even from here though, you can see the dark scars on the floor and ceiling, from where fire ate away at the structure. A few have asked why this section was not just rebuilt, but the answer never comes, and the punishment is usually severe.
Worrying your lip between your teeth, you carefully tug at the boards and panels as you make your way along, grinning triumphantly when you find a loose section. After quite a bit of squirming, you manage to get inside, the chill instantly biting at your skin through your thin clothes.
With a shiver, you carry on, walking carefully through the scorched halls, until you reach what was once a large music room. Inside, a faint light shines, illuminating a grand piano, and someone sitting before it. Even from here, you can tell that you have never seen them before, and carefully, you sneak in further, hiding as you listen to the beautiful music.
Something about it soothes you, and you unintentionally start relaxing, eyes closing as you hide, letting the music flow over you. Your mind continues to wander, as you stand there, wondering just who this stranger is, and why they stay in this horrible place. You would do anything to be away from your so called caretakers, and with such a beautiful skill, you’re certain this person could go anywhere they pleased.
All of a sudden, you realise that everything is silent, feeling the hairs rise up on the back of your neck. Eyes snapping open, you find the stranger standing directly in front of you, having found your hiding place with apparent ease. The darkness of the room only serves to hide their features and expression from you, casting a dark silhouette.
A startled and frightened sound escapes you as you stumble back quickly, knowing that close contact with anyone means pain, only to trip over the debris that you had so carefully avoided when you entered, sharp pain flaring up your leg as you fall.
when vampires fuck up they just pretend to be dead for a century and honestly, power move
waiter: enjoy your meal
me: you too!
me: …
me: *sleeps until everyone i know is dead*
Okay but like I work as a waitress and this is actually a pleasant thing to hear, i’m eating eventually, thank you for wanting me to enjoy my meal too
this changes everything
When I’m at a restaurant I write weird or creepy things on napkins and leave them on the table. Today I wrote “be careful. They’re coming and they know who you are” and left it on the table.
idk what that has to do with my post but i’m so grateful to you for sharing
I used to sell old books and put ridiculous dates on the inner cover with cryptic messages like
“1857~
see you in hell brother dearest
Unfortunately,
Marvin”
This got real creepy real quick and I love it
Tell me more, you creepy people.
I love writing ominous messages on a piece of paper, ripping it up, than scattering it in public. I don’t know if anyone has actually gotten the messages, but if they did, I hope they’re scared as all hell.
When I was a kid I found an enormous piece of quartz in the middle of the woods off a horse trail. I carried it around for most of my little adventure then I wrote “these woods are lovely, dark and deep/but I have promises to keep/and miles to go before I sleep/and miles to go” on a piece of paper in cursive but holding the pencil wrong so it looked a little off, and tied it around the rock with my hair tie and left it in a hollow between two big tree branches. It wasn’t there two days later.
You could feel your heart racing as you stood there, hands shoved deep into your hoodie pocket to hide their trembling. There was something unsettling about being in the empty shopping centre at night, perhaps because you knew some of the things that would lurk in the shadows, or perhaps because it felt so alien without the overbearing lights and noisy people.
Something flickered out of the corner of your eye and you tensed straightening up as the person you had been waiting for came around the corner.
“You ready?” They asked lowly, voice and expression grim.
Unable to speak, you simply nodded. They nodded haltingly back and then quickly followed you to the spot you had set out while you were waiting, everything perfectly organised. Neither of you wanted to do this, there were too many questions that couldn’t be answered, too many risks. Still, you didn’t really have a choice.
Sharing a final look with the other, you let out a shuddering sigh, accepting the item that they had spent the day retrieving. There was only one chance for this to work, so you both stood there anxiously in your required places, hearts pounding and palms clammy.
Just when you were starting to think it had all been for naught, there was a slight flicker, followed by a brighter glow. Suddenly the whole ritual was burning brightly, and strangled gasps of pain ripped free of you both, your screams kept back by sheer force of will and desperation.
You had their attention now, and that was all that you had needed. Even if they killed you both for your impudence in calling them, they would now be aware of what was happening thanks to the connection opened on this night. You both knew that they wouldn’t ignore it, couldn’t, without sealing their own fate as well.
If your deaths were what was needed to stop it all before it was too late, then so be it.
It was an accident, a tiny mistake. You had only entered at your best friends behest, oblivious to what his family hid down there. One tiny bump and you had been splashed with some kind of thick purple fluid that was sitting on a shelf, alongside several other strange concoctions and items.
Luckily you had only spilt some, and had managed to put it back upright without anyone knowing what had happened, the amount in the bottle not seeming to even change. By the time you got back upstairs with the requested items, the liquid had vanished without a trace, so you said nothing. You didn’t want to get you and your friend in trouble.
Looking at yourself now though, you find yourself torn, wondering if you should have said something. Though you had a feeling that this was not something that could be undone either way.
Flexing your hands, you stared at your now pointed, slightly claw like, nails, your mind a mess of panic and denial. The nails had been the first things to change, the first thing you ignored. Then had come the glowing eyes and shifting pupils, something that made you finally pay attention.
After that, your hair had begun to change, growing longer and wilder, adopting a strange metallic look that couldn’t be passed off as natural by any means. Having been distracted as you focused on your hair and eyes, you hadn’t noticed the strange new markings until they formed on your cheeks as well, no amount of rubbing removing them. You were lucky no one was home.
Anxiously, you sat down on your bed, curling up into a tight little ball as you ran your tongue over your teeth, feeling them beginning to change as well. How much more would you change? What were you even becoming? Why did this somehow feel so natural?
Too overwhelmed by it all, you simply tucked your head into your pillow, trying to muffle the sharpening sounds and scents of your room and the world outside as you cried. It was all too much.
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