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Teaser Test: Nightmares

Music from ‘Severed’ by Audiomachine (cw body horror and flashing images)

and I oop–

St. Anthony the Incorrupt Tongue by Andres Rios

Nevada Gothic

*The playground looks very nice. It is clean and colorful and well-thought-out. No one goes there but the jackrabbits.

*A new company is moving into the area. The local councils fall all over themselves providing whatever might be needed. No one mentions that the first day of work is the last day the workers are seen.

*The popping noise at night is just someone target-shooting. You try not to think about what’s being used as targets.

*We’re very proud of our town. Where do we get the water? It doesn’t matter. We’re very proud of our town.

*As you drive through endless stretches of highway, you occasionally see an onion farm. The wind rustles through the stalks. You don’t think it sounds like someone pleading for help at all.

*Everyone laughs at the local ghost stories. Only the local Native American tribes know enough to keep their silence. You’re new here, don’t you want to see the most haunted city in America?

*A healthy teenager went into an abandoned mine. When they recovered his body, they couldn’t find a cause of death.

*It’s wonderful how involved the city’s council is. Why, almost everything is sponsored by them…

*Your high school reunion is coming up in a week. You aren’t going. Getting out once was enough.

*The neighbor’s dogs always seem oddly well-fed. You never see them except at night. They have very bright eyes.

“The Healing Church”

Bloodborne inspired werewolf for Mab’s Drawlloween Club.

More concept art for Blasphemous. A vicious enemy type. 

These two are inseparable. 

“Most vacationers weren’t ready for "luxury cruises” beyond Earth. They came back quieter, gently offering tribute to a king we couldn’t see.“ -QuietPineTrees

signs of an approaching tornado:

your mouth inexplicably fills with rainwater

the creaks that sneak out of your stairs when you walk down them are suddenly short bursts of a siren only you can hear

the sunlight comes in from odd angles lighting up everything you didn’t want to see

your ceiling gets as dark and thick as thunder clouds

you open your cabinets to find only hail golf ball sized spilling onto your floor

everyone decides to go to church instead of down to their basement

it seems like your neighbor has been mowing his lawn for hours maybe days

the corn is whispering more than usual

you can’t understand anything the weatherman is saying but when you look through your neighbors’ windows you notice they’re glued to their screens reciting every word of the forecast as if they already knew

the air turns yellow green and when you look into a mirror you find that the color has stained your own skin

it gets so humid you start to choke

there are terrifying noises in the middle of the night and you tell yourself it’s just the old abandoned barns succumbing to the high winds

as you drive out on the highway trying to escape you keep passing the same billboard

HELL IS REAL

you can’t figure out how you keep passing the same billboard if you’re driving in a straight line

there’s something in the air, a new kind of precipitation, old white paint chips signal that decay is approaching faster than you thought

you forget what rain smells like and the air gets stale like your dad’s breath after a couple of beers

don’t worry the farmer’s market is still open

there’s less roadkill than usual, death is busy with more pressing engagements during a natural disaster

the canadian geese stand in the middle of a field as if they’ll never move again

when the tornado finally comes, you forget all your prayers and only wind spills out of your mouth