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Home alone. It wasn't a situation that particularly bothered Joan, despite the darkness of the other rooms and the creaks from distant corners of the house. She knew she was the only one in, and there was no such thing as ghosts. Not even on Halloween. In fact, especially on Halloween. What self-respecting ghost would come creeping on the one night of the year when no-one would take it seriously? And so, Joan sat in her room typing away at her computer, untroubled by thoughts of spectres and ghouls.
A thudding sound echoed up from downstairs. Slow, evenly-spaced bangs, like something falling repeatedly against her front door. She frowned. Hadn't she put up a sign saying “no trick-or-treating”? Deciding to ignore it, she continued with her work. Thud. Thud. Thud. After ten minutes, during which it continued without a break and kept interrupting her train of thought, she pushed herself away from the desk with a huff, and stamped downstairs to confront whatever irritating child had taken it upon itself to disturb her. Her footsteps clacked against the wooden floorboards of the hallway. Now she could hear something else, too. A dull moaning sound, weaving between each bang, and scratching, like nails being dragged down wood. As though an arm was being dropped against the door, and then the nails dragged down. There was a strange urgency to it.
She hesitated. Being home alone might not frighten her, but she didn't much like the idea of opening the door to a stranger at night. It sounded too heavy to be a child, too.
She bent in front of the letterbox and pulled it open with a finger.
“Yes? Who is it?”
The sounds intensified, the scratching becoming louder. She sighed.
“Henry, is that you?” There was no reply. “Look, whoever you are, I’m trying to work. Please leave me alone- agh!” She jumped back with a cry, staring at the hand that had just forced its way through the letterbox. It was pale and mottled, bloated. Reaching out towards her.
And then it fell off.
Her heart skipped a beat and she instinctively retreated a few steps, suddenly afraid. The hand lay still on the floor, underneath the stump of a wrist that was still trying to push through. She could see the white bone of the arm, tatters of discoloured flesh and rotten muscle dangling around it. A stench of decomposing flesh began to permeate the air. Swallowing hard, she forced her fear down. Impressive costume. And some sort of Halloween-themed perfume? She had to admire their dedication. But she wasn’t going to let this person make her look a fool. The hand twitched. Animatronics? Very clever.
“For goodness sake, go away! This is silly. You’re not scaring me, you know. If you don’t leave I’ll call the police and report you for trespassing.”
The hand twitched again. And suddenly scurried at her, dragged by its fingers. She gasped and backed away, but it kept coming. And it was fast, too, fast as a spider. She found herself running backwards just to keep ahead of it, until she reached the stairs and tripped. She scrambled halfway up them, still not daring to take her eyes off it. It scrabbled and writhed at the bottom, trying to reach the top of the first step. Eyes wide, heart pounding, she gripped the bannister hard with one hand and slowly pulled herself to her feet. Very- very good animatronics.
“GO AWAY!” She yelled. Gathering her courage and her rationality, she ran down the steps and jumped with all her might on the hand. It crunched beneath her weight and fell still. She stamped again and again, until it couldn’t possibly get back up. Breath still racing, she hopped back onto the stair and looked down, expecting to see twisted metal and wires.
A gory mess of squashed flesh and bits of pale bone met her gaze. Not one wire in sight. The world span and she clutched the railings, petrified with horror. A cold shudder ran through her, and with a terrified sob she turned and fled, back up the stairs, back to the warm light of her room. She slammed the door and pushed her desk against it to barricade herself in, then kicked off her shoes, leapt onto her bed and wrapped herself up safe in her blanket. She didn’t dare sleep though. She just sat there, watching the door, listening to the thing outside, expecting every moment that it would manage to force its way in. And it had another hand too, surely. More sobs shook her and she pulled the duvet tighter and fumbled for her phone. She’d call Sally, that’s what she’d do, and ask her to come over- but then it might get Sally, too- maybe she should just warn her instead.
With shaking hands, she swiped the name and held the phone to her ear. It went through to voicemail.
Ok, ok, no matter, she could try Tom.
No reply.
She tried everyone in her contacts list, increasingly hysterical, but to no avail.
And then there was a sound. Faint, but to her straining ears it was clear. A soft hshhhh of something against carpet. Out in the hallway, drawing closer. She held her breath, trying to work out where it was, how big it was. Small, it was small. And it was close, closer, closer- right at the door, right against it- there was a squelching noise, and soft scraping. Her eyes, glued to the dark crack of bottom of the door, picked out movement.
The pulped hand oozed into the room, followed by a trail of sludges of skin that slithered like slugs.
Joan screamed.
Short Halloween story. Haven't really tried writing anything creepy before. I wrote it whilst home alone at night, which possibly wasn't very sensible as I then had to go and turn on all the lights and check behind every door >.>
Not keen on the ending, but I don't have time to change it/ write more.
Just walking my penguin by Celtic-Lily
Just walking my penguin
I got Promarker pens for Christmas a couple of years ago and I never really got the hang of them but I tried yesterday on thicker paper than the printer paper I'd tried them on before and actually I like them :D I only have six colours though which kind of limits what I can do with them. I don't usually colour things cos it tends to ruin what ever it is I've drawn, but I think this actually turned out ok ^^ I think there's something not quite right with her body proportions though perhaps...
Sleepy by Celtic-Lily
I've been drawing quite a lot over the summer but I never ever put things on dA. Partly cos I have no good computer software-y things to edit and fix my scribblings, partly cos they're usually very rough and messy, and partly why would anyone want to see them so what's the point?   I'm putting these up cos, well, I quite like them even if they are just messy sketches, and cos I guess I might as well use my dA account since I have one ^^;
Um... For anyone who cares, this is my character Elenor. In the top one, feeling sleepy in her nightgown (It's not a dress! Nightgowns are completely different!) probably having just been woken up. The bottom one curled up by a tree, cos adventures are tiring and she's warm and comfortable and not in immediate danger of being attacked/ eaten/ poisoned/ lost/ stuck in a hole/ stuck in a tree/ stuck in some mud/ stuck to a blood-sucking door/ stuck in a ball gown against her will/ stuck in awkward situations with scary rich people/ generally stuck/ etc... (stuck no longer looks like a word.)
Not entirely sure why I drew her being sleepy in two pictures in a row *shrugs*
I haven't a clue what size this is going to come up when I submit it cos I really haven't got the hang of submitting things on here :P Fingers crossed...
Cogs freeze
Clockwork jammed by too many gaudy threads
                            The ribbons of thought
                                        Sound, sight, knowledge-
                                                What will happen next, what are they thinking, am I behaving correctly?
            Which to prioritise, this or this or this or this TOO MUCH (or this or this) TOO FAST-
Breath in,
Breathe out.
Untangle hands from wringing clawing mess,
Be rational and slow, it’s ok.
                  (They’ll notice, stopit-stopit-stupid-SHUTUP...)
Relax, it’ll untangle. It WILL untangle. Why won’t it untangle?
Ok, try to force it, push the slow rusting cogs round tighter tighter keep going
Just keep pushing them tighter until you’re free-
                                                   No, sticking sticking sticking STUCK
I’m sorry, I don’t know, I just- don’t know
       Grasp hair, try to sigh it loose, blink,
I’m fine, just a bit tired
          (Muffle the hysteria, strengthen the voice, hide the trembles)
       Dodge the cannon balls of nothing and everything from all sides,
           Scramble home and close the door
    And slide down to sit in a silent gasping ball
 Head between knees,




Let the sobs flow, tears to oil gears
Until the whirling stops
And eyes stare ahead,

And soft blinding echoes are all the evidence that remains.
I think I accidentally offended someone today in the shop I work in. They took me by surprise and I panicked and didn't help them.
I wish people knew and I wish they understood and I wish they were kind.

This is very unpolished and the layout is a mess because that's how it feels, as far as I can put it into words. Anyone who doesn't recognise this feeling, I hope you might try to understand and remember that many people have difficulties that can't be seen, and no matter how hard they try every second of every day to hide them and overcome them and not make mistakes, sooner or later they'll miss a step and come tumbling down, and they can't help it. Please be patient, please try not to accuse them and wind the chains even tighter around them.

If you do recognise this feeling, it's ok to not always be perfect. Even if it's difficult to convince yourself that it's true.
Sometimes it's really nice when the weather just perfectly matches your mood. It's slightly less nice when your rabbit's escaped and you know he's out in it somewhere and there's nothing you can do. And when your mother has disappeared off somewhere in a huff and you have no idea where she is or when she's coming back, and know that when she does the storm outside will probably be nothing compared to the one inside. But you can at least sit in the kitchen listening to the atmospheric version of your feelings.

Really sorry for the complaint journal. Just felt like writing it out of my head somewhere.
  • Mood: Gloomy
  • Listening to: Rain
Ok, well. Never written one of these journal thingies before. So... Uni has been survived! And it's nearly Christmas! And I somehow seem to have drawn/written more while at Uni when I had no time than over the entire summer when I had plenty of time. Though I probably wont put it up on here, it's just scribbles and sketches.
*shrugs* Not entirely sure why I'm writing this... Just bored, I guess.


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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
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Thank you for adding to your collection! Sorry for the slow reply but I’m trying to take the time to go through and actually look at everyone’s gallery Sweating a little...

Fak yes rubber duckies btw
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Thanks for replying, and especially for having a look at my gallery, though I don't have much up yet! A lot of people don't reply at all, I'm not fussy about timing! ;)
XD Gotta love rubber ducks... 
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