@watchingAuthor — #psychologicalhorror
Your pan was being pet. It was odd. You expected pain whenever her fingers curl on the base of the curve of your skull. It was quiet like this. She didn't dig her pink nails into skin until it reached bone. Millions and millions of little thoughts always rushing through your thinkpan. You wonder if it would ever stop. A rough shove suddenly to the floor- Everything is fine- You sat up somewhat as she started to walk out. You wondered if you should follow. Everything is fine. You don't follow and lay down to how you were prone. Your nails scratched into the tiles.. you'll get yelled at later, but sh...Read more
Was it a shock that a monster such as you wouldn't leave a mess? Why would you have ever thought you could care for another living being. Look at what you did. Teal blood spattered along your hands and the ground from a mangled corpse. Bones splintered like twigs from how they stuck out from the fur. You just had to snap its neck, didn't you? You wanted love immediately and all-consuming. You can't force something to love you. You just had to force it and then you lost control. What is wrong with you. What is wrong with you. You knew what you were doing. Why didn't you stop. You could have stopp...Read more
"Can't you pay attention? Stand up straight." As stiff as a board as you straightend. It was hard to think with her so close. Your thinkpan hurts. You tried to follow along the steps that had been painted upon the ground. Her grip always seemed a bit too tight for comfort. The room was lit well for once. It may have been a ballroom once. The curtains was fainted in pinks that burnt your eyes if you stared too close. The room was too quiet here. Eveything is fine.. Her dress was pretty, was it silk? It seemed like it was a cocktail dress or were you wrong? Your thinkpan still felt fuzzy from l...Read more
Everything is okay. Everything is fine. The morning light didn't burn and razor all of life. Warm light filtered through windows lazily. A party laid out for thirteen. Everything sorted by color accordingly and one at the head with deep scratches marks into a symbol. Dark walls and dark tiles that seemed to absorb all of the light. Skeletons laid limp in their chairs all but one at the head of the table. Everything was fine. Eveything is fine. Faint humming filled the air. A small kiss against the bone of an skull. Sitting at the head of the table. All was fine here. It was peaceful. Raw meat...Read more