Writing Prompt Bedtime Horror Story

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In less than 1k words write me a bedtime horror story. Write one that is sure to give me (and even the eldritch horrors) nightmares.
 
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It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining on the land, bathing it in its warm light, caressing children's faces, and making even the downtrodden smile up at the clear sky, knowing it would be a good day today.

Yet Vampy realized she was not in her coffin... not in her dark room, before her computer, but outside, without any shade around. Without any sunscreen left in her bag. The sun was getting stronger and stronger... it started burning, and she could swear it seemed as if it was watching her. Directly... yet she couldn't gaze at the sun. Nobody could... looking into the eyes of the sun was to be robbed of its light... forever.

No matter how far she ran, she couldn't find a shade at all, and everybody was looking at her, smiling. Smiling and smiling faces everywhere. Closing all the doors before her, continuing to smile through the windows... smiling... and beaming at her... beaming like the sun.

Turning around, she realized she was surrounded by not people but walking, flaming stakes. They were watching her with a burning sensation, wanting to embrace her. To be one with her... to impale her.

Then she woke up in her coffin, realizing she had left the heater running next to it before falling asleep.
 
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Corty said:
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining on the land, bathing it in its warm light, caressing children's faces, and making even the downtrodden smile up at the clear sky, knowing it would be a good day today.

Yet Vampy realized she was not in her coffin... not in her dark room, before her computer, but outside, without any shade around. Without any sunscreen left in her bag. The sun was getting stronger and stronger... it started burning, and she could swear it seemed as if it was watching her. Directly... yet she couldn't gaze at the sun. Nobody could... looking into the eyes of the sun was to be robbed of its light... forever.

No matter how far she ran, she couldn't find a shade at all, and everybody was looking at her, smiling. Smiling and smiling faces everywhere. Closing all the doors before her, continuing to smile through the windows... smiling... and beaming at her... beaming like the sun.

Turning around, she realized she was surrounded by not people but walking, flaming stakes. They were watching her with a burning sensation, wanting to embrace her. To be one with her... to impale her.

Then she woke up in her coffin, realizing she had left the heater running next to it before falling asleep.
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( :blobthumbsup: Still out of reaction) I knew this was going to be scary as soon as you said "beautiful morning". Holy shit, I was on the edge of my seat until I realized it was a dream...
 
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Corty said:
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining on the land, bathing it in its warm light, caressing children's faces, and making even the downtrodden smile up at the clear sky, knowing it would be a good day today.

Yet Vampy realized she was not in her coffin... not in her dark room, before her computer, but outside, without any shade around. Without any sunscreen left in her bag. The sun was getting stronger and stronger... it started burning, and she could swear it seemed as if it was watching her. Directly... yet she couldn't gaze at the sun. Nobody could... looking into the eyes of the sun was to be robbed of its light... forever.

No matter how far she ran, she couldn't find a shade at all, and everybody was looking at her, smiling. Smiling and smiling faces everywhere. Closing all the doors before her, continuing to smile through the windows... smiling... and beaming at her... beaming like the sun.

Turning around, she realized she was surrounded by not people but walking, flaming stakes. They were watching her with a burning sensation, wanting to embrace her. To be one with her... to impale her.

Then she woke up in her coffin, realizing she had left the heater running next to it before falling asleep.
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Scary!!! :blob_shock: :blob_shock: :blob_cookie::blob_cookie::blob_cookie:
Just hold my heart in my hands and use it like a squeeze toy, why don't you?!?!:blob_shock::blob_shock::blob_shock:
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In less than 1k words write me a bedtime horror story. Write one that is sure to give me (and even the eldritch horrors) nightmares.
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I jauntily climb up the cliff face, sticking my nimble fingers into each and every place where the sun don't shine (how dare your dirty minds come to that conclusion!). My mighty fine muscles flex and contract to hoist me up the mountain.
"Mwah," the sound comes as I kiss my muscles
Poetry in motion.
I snort out loud at my internal thoughts.
Eventually, sweat pouring down my back in cool rivulets, I collapse onto my back.
My equally fine husband soon follows suit, having been right behind. Our pairs of eyes lock together as we lie down next to each other, shades of chestnut connecting with shades of hazel.
We share a... chaste... kiss.
Ah.
Yes.
It had been... exceptionally chaste.
We had been oh so responsible, with his hands wrapped up in my short, brown hair and mine encircling his slender, toned chest. With a gentle, affirming squeeze of his arms around me, he mischievously whispered "I love you, Adam," into my ears. The light breath tickles my face, a chuckle escaping my lips.
The devious devil! He knows that titillates me!
And to be so hot in front of all the innocent vacation-goers here?
"So scandalous... You are such a rogue, my dearest. I love you, Colton," I say mock-aghast, lovingly whispering back to him.
"No, no, no. That's all you, honeybunches," he tosses back to me with a slow, amused enunciation.
We kiss again, before sitting up to watch the sunny-side-up egg yellow sunset from our towering vantage point. Delicate red banners of clouds cross the huge solar body that dominates the sky with its sheer mass. He leans onto my shoulder, and with the firm rust-red substrate beneath us and the dimming sky above, become the only two in our universe.
Careful of the gentle weight of my husband's head, his rough buzz cut humorously poking into my cheek lightly, I take a deep breath in and just... enjoy this moment with him. I place my arm around his shoulders and lean against him, both of us gazing at the impossibly vast celestial object of rich, fiery splendor.
Thick muscular fingers wrap around my neck, nails, encrusted with dirt from a day of climbing, digging into my flesh painfully.
And just like that.
I swallow some spit.
A sensation forms in my chest. It's so cold it burns, drawing my lungs tight.
Just like that. We fall.
My head is forcefully rammed into a blunt cliff rock.
Pink-orange paste splays over out the shadowed valley, bones illuminated yellow in the sunset light.
Sinew hangs and stretches over the broken shards of like a tent's cover over metal poles.
 
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TheMonotonePuppet said:
Scary!!! :blob_shock: :blob_shock: :blob_cookie::blob_cookie::blob_cookie:
Just hold my heart in my hands and use it like a squeeze toy, why don't you?!?!:blob_shock::blob_shock::blob_shock:

I jauntily climb up the cliff face, sticking my nimble fingers into each and every place where the sun don't shine (how dare your dirty minds come to that conclusion!). My mighty fine muscles flex and contract to hoist me up the mountain.
"Mwah," the sound comes as I kiss my muscles
Poetry in motion.
I snort out loud at my internal thoughts.
Eventually, sweat pouring down my back in cool rivulets, I collapse onto my back.
My equally fine husband soon follows suit, having been right behind. Our pairs of eyes lock together as we lie down next to each other, shades of chestnut
We share a... chaste... kiss.
Ah.
Yes.
It had been... exceptionally chaste.
We had been oh so responsible, with his hands wrapped up in my short, brown hair and mine encircling his slender, toned chest. With a gentle, affirming squeeze of his arms around me, he mischievously whispered "I love you, Adam," into my ears. The light breath tickles my face, a chuckle escaping my lips.
The devious devil! He knows that titillates me!
And to be so hot in front of all the innocent vacation-goers here?
"So scandalous. You are such a rogue, my dearest. I love you, Colton," I say mirthfully to him.
"No, no, no. That's all you, honeybunches," he tosses back to me with a slow, amused enunciation.
We kiss again, before sitting up to watch the sunny-side-up egg yellow sunset from our towering vantage point. Delicate red banners of clouds cross the huge solar body that dominates the sky with its sheer mass. He leans onto my shoulder, and with the firm rust-red substrate beneath us and the dimming sky above, become the only two in our universe.
Careful of the gentle weight of my husband's head, his rough buzz cut humorously poking into my cheek lightly, I take a deep breath in and just... enjoy this moment with him. I place my arm around his shoulders and lean against him, both of us gazing at the impossibly vast celestial object of rich, fiery splendor.
Thick muscular fingers wrap around my neck, nails, encrusted with dirt from a day of climbing, digging into my flesh painfully.
And just like that.
I swallow some spit.
A sensation forms in my chest. It's so cold it burns, drawing my lungs tight.
Just like that. We fall.
My head is forcefully rammed into a blunt cliff rock.
Pink-orange paste splays over out the shadowed valley, bones illuminated yellow in the sunset light.
Sinew hangs and stretches over the broken shards of like a tent's cover over metal poles.
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Well that was definitely an unexpected ending. It was more in the realm of comedy than horror though. :blob_sweat::blob_sweat::blob_sweat:
 
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RepresentingEnvy said:
Well that was definitely an unexpected ending. It was more in the realm of comedy than horror though. :blob_sweat::blob_sweat::blob_sweat:
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LOL! At first, I was leaning towards just writing a love scene with a narcissistic character, because that would be horror enough for SailusGebel and co., but then I decided... NAHHH! Time for them to die too. Just sock them out of nowhere.
 
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TheMonotonePuppet said:
LOL! At first, I was leaning towards just writing a love scene, because that would be horror enough for SailusGebel and co., but then I decided... NAHHH! Time for them to die too. Just sock them out of nowhere.
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That is exactly what I meant by comedy. It came so suddenly like a punchline.
 
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RepresentingEnvy said:
That is exactly what I meant by comedy. It came so suddenly like a punchline.
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LOL! I had a feeling it leaned a bit too much to comedy to count as horror. So yeah, I see what you are talking about. It didn't have that building suspense that would make it horror. Maybe I'll try my hand at this again at some point.
I just couldn't resist following the inspiration. Obviously, it's not fleshed out and revised, so I didn't even succeed in following the inspiration correctly, but I couldn't resist.:blob_sweat::blob_sweat::blob_sweat:
 
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LOL! I had a feeling it leaned a bit too much to comedy to count as horror. So yeah, I see what you are talking about. It didn't have that building suspense that would make it horror. Maybe I'll try my hand at this again at some point.
I just couldn't resist following the inspiration. Obviously, it's not fleshed out and revised, so I didn't even succeed in following the inspiration correctly, but I couldn't resist.:blob_sweat::blob_sweat::blob_sweat:
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No problem! It was still a fun read (even if I don't read BL). It did get a laugh out of me. At first I had to ask myself, "Is it terrible that I am laughing at this"?
 
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I'll never forget that terrifying night from my childhood. It was a dark and stormy evening, the rain pouring relentlessly outside, as if it were trying to wash away any semblance of peace. My parents had to attend an important event, leaving me alone in our old, creaky house for the night. Little did I know that this night would be etched into my memory forever.

As the clock struck midnight, I found myself seeking refuge in the closet of my bedroom. There was something about the cramped space that made me feel safe, shielded from the unknown terrors that lurked beyond its doors. I buried myself amongst the clothes, clutching my teddy bear for comfort, as the rain continued its relentless assault on the windows.

That's when I heard it—a low, guttural voice that seemed to emanate from the very walls of our house. It was a voice so dark, so demonic, that it sent shivers down my spine. My heart raced, pounding in my chest like a wild beast desperately trying to escape its captor. The voice whispered my name, each syllable dripping with malice and hunger.

I held my breath, scarcely daring to move, hoping against hope that the voice would go away. But it persisted, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. It seemed to be searching for me, hunting me down in the confines of my own home. Panic gripped me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to shut out the terrifying reality that surrounded me.

I must have passed out from sheer terror, for when I awoke, I found myself still in the closet, unscathed. Sunlight peeked through the gaps in the blinds, casting an eerie glow on the room. I stumbled out of the closet, my legs weak and unsteady, and made my way downstairs.

To my relief, my parents were already home, their worried expressions turning to relief as they saw me. They embraced me tightly, as if they had feared the worst. I tried to explain what had happened, the demonic voice that had haunted me, but they dismissed it as nothing more than a bad dream.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into years, yet that night never repeated itself. It remained a haunting memory, a ghostly echo from my childhood that sent shivers down my spine. As I grew older, I started to doubt the reality of that night, convincing myself that it had all been a figment of my imagination.

But deep down, I know the truth. Something malevolent had prowled the halls of my childhood home that night, something that hungered for my very soul. And though I escaped unscathed, I can't help but wonder—what if it wasn't a dream? What if, one day, that dark and demonic presence returns to claim what it had sought so relentlessly that fateful night?

(ChatGPT, I was too lazy to write this story I had as a child)
 
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