ghostly voices

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☠   Our muses are going ghost hunting together
☮   One of our muses is infected with a mysterious virus (effects are up to the mun)
☯   Our muses are survivors after a nuclear holocaust
Ω   Our muses are survivors after a zombie apocalypse
♤   One of our muses is a ghost and the other just moved into their house
♣   One of our muses is a werewolf, and it’s a full moon
♡   One of our muses is a vampire
♢   Our muses have just created a monster in a lab  
⚜  Our muses are lost in the woods when they hear ghostly voices/singing
★   Our muses get stuck in an abandoned building
☆   Our muses are being chased by a masked killer
☾   One of our muses is a masked killer and the other is their victim
☼  One of our muses has the other chained up
☀   Our muses are at sea when something stirs underneath the water
☹   Our muses are babysitting late at night and they get spooked
¢    Our muses find a spellbook and decide to test it out
☚   Our muses play with a Ouija board
☝    Our muses find a possessed item

Your regular reminder that you do not have to like scary things or being scared to be a ghost.

Your ghost host will *never* be watching Sixth Sense again.

Ghost has a lot of associations - one of which is scary, but there’s also memory, nostalgia, regret, presence, in-between, lingering and peace-seeking. And others I’ve not listed. So don’t worry if you identify with other parts of ghostliness. Scary isn’t your only option.

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Luke’s earliest memory is strange; a snatch of a haunting lullaby, full of love and sadness sung in a soft baritone. He hums it to himself sometimes, when he needs comfort. On the Falcon, after Bespin, he could swear he heard it again as he drifted off into a healing sleep. He sings it as he holds his tiny nephew in his arms - a ghostly voice joins him in a duet he realises its source and smiles.

*sobs* I need this in my life. OMG LUKE SINGING TO BABY BEN. Kill me. 

I really love Obi-Wan and Luke. They both try so hard and work so hard and sacrifice so much (and suffer so much).

Imagine if Majora’s Mask were set in a 1950s version of Termina, and when Link uses his ocarina to manipulate the flow of time it affects technology in strange ways. People begin to get phone calls from the future, television broadcasts skip and drag and display upsetting distortions, and the radio is completely garbled, with ghostly voices occasionally emerging from the static.

These uncanny phenomena are a result of each reincarnation of Termina receiving transmissions from former timelines that Link has erased. With every new cycle Link creates, the media around him becomes more warped and twisted, and the people of Clock Town become increasingly suspicious and afraid. As he nears the end of his quest, Link isn’t just racing against the falling moon but against the tangible hostility of the community as well.

I also think about how ghosts are only scary when they are recent.

A lot of the trad British ghosts are Queens or clunkers in armour. Not scary, right? And then there was a huge period of Victorian ghosts, because of all the gothic stories from that era. They are kinda scary, but…again not the worst.

One thing Torchwood did a lot was blitzhorror. Now ghosts of the war ARE scary. And I think that’s the point, a ghost has to be at the right distance of recently dead to be in uncanny valley. Because ghosts of the second world war are scary, but of the civil war are not. Like how museums display bones from the civil war, but not from wars that are recent - even though they are still people who died in pain, there is a difference.

And more recent ghost things like AHS or Sixth Sense, the ghosts are predominantly contemporary and those are the scariest of all.

“I have no problem with that; but D'Arcy doesn’t write songs and she doesn’t necessarily say, ‘I’ve got this vocal part.’ So unless i tell her, ‘Sing this,’ she probably won’t be doing vocals. And under the circumstances this album was written, I had a hard enough time figuring out what the fuck I was gonna sing.” “In the studio, a lot of the same aesthetic can be acheived by having Billy sing,” Chamberlin adds. “Yeah, a lot of what sounds like her on this album is really me,” adds Corgan. “On 'Quiet,’ where there’s that ghostly kind of high voice , that was me.”

“Hanzo.”

Amber hues open in a slow blink. He can feel the icy cool rush of breath skirting his arms. Coiling the forearms and dancing up his body. A careless dance, as he could SWEAR he felt fur at his back. Brushing, bristling. Sticking up and pressing against the cloths on his back. Before him, floating carelessly against the grain of wind and trees, were his wolves. The spirit wolves. Centuries old, his mentors ever since he was a young boy.

The world around them is hyperrealistic. A sharp copy-paste of his home. His Hanamura. Beautiful and true. Yet, if he stuck an arm out far enough, knuckles would bump into cold glass. Thump!

“Focus, Hanzo.” Spoke one. An echo of a voice, ghostly and booming with it’s wise age. “Remember what you have learned.” The second, a voice so akin to Sojiro’s own. Familiar, somewhat warm. A ripple in the airwaves that causes the glass walls around to shatter and drift into the sky. Weightless. Free reign. The dirt below, once sand, now transitions to grass. He does not feel it. Suddenly he is drawing bow. The winds pick up, his left arm aches with a charge that cramps the muscles. The wolves, once spiraling effortlessly like stray silk blown astray, have gone. His quiver feels as if the arrows have been made of lead. The air once peaceful has snapped into something ominous. He finds himself suddenly questioning: why is he alive? Is he standing, or floating? ( He is standing. ) Even as a hand, with pin and needle sensation, comes to take an arrow with his bow. Both, made of glass?

There is a copper taste in his mouth. The earth’s gravitational pull dragging him towards an unforeseen thing. Step, step, step. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Poised. Careful. Aimed and ready to strike. But, with each step, the world seems to grow bigger. And bigger. And bigger. Hands once marred with age and burly in their size shrink with the growth of things. Young, flawless skin. The weight of hair tugging into scalp and the change of clothes, unfelt. He is young again. A young wolf-boy, on his first ever path to reign. He can feel the wolves spinning and TURNING within. Barking in the chest, snarling in the forearm and clinging to the wrist! “Focus, Hanzo. You control THEM. You are one.” Sojiro. He calls to the young shimada, now only ten years of age. “You are a SHIMADA. This is your DESTINY.” The world ripples, suddenly he is buried in an unknown ANGER- “ōkami yo waga teki wo kurae!” They fly with his arrow, the world entering a sharp twist of fate and it is as if he has entered HELL. The sky shatters and winds whip around his young body, his hair wild and thrashing. The wolves howl and they SNARL as they spiral their way through a silhouette he cannot make out. The earth TREMBLES and suddenly– he is bloody. 40, once more. A snap back, while the world rages in it’s agony. Hands are quaking and they feel much too heavy to hold. He is brought to heel. Slammed down unto the earth by a press of force.

He screams. He screams as skin finds itself tearing at the surface and his body keels to render him weak. His screams, nothing, compared to the wild howls of wind. Empty. Mouth ajar but with no sound.

For what feels like an eternity, he lay there. In pain. Encased in a dread and anguish to which he could never hope to shake. To which, he closes his eyes.

Hanzo.” They open.

“Focus, Hanzo.”

CHALLENGE: write your muse having a common dream of theirs (good, bad, nightmare, daydream, even), without mentioning they’re in a dream. have fun writing weird stuff! repost, don’t reblog!

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devil/angel au headcanon pt2

[part 1: overview]

a giant mess of character hcs bc i cant organize thoughts (i try to list them by characters)

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You can’t love me
I’m 2 parts alcohol and 2 parts forgotten promises
My bones are shattered
And my veins burst with fire.
I’m just bones and unreturned love
A girl your mother warns you about
When you lie in her lap
Unaware of a monster like me.
I’ve ripped apart every fool
Who’s tried to love me.
I’m the creaking of your bones
Early in the morning
And the ghostly voices
In the middle of night.
I’m a storm you’re unaware of while
You sleep peacefully with your satin quilts
I’m the weight on your shoulder which holds you down
And the blood you taste in your mouth when you’re left
All alone.
And darling an angel can’t fall in love with a monster.
That’s the rule.
— 

I’m the shadow of your fears// S.M

By @saniamushtaq123

Shenanigans, In the style of "If you give a mouse a cookie."

If you walk into an abandoned house, you shouldn’t yell “MARCO” at the top of your gnomish lungs.

If you yell “MARCO” at the top of your gnomish lungs, you might hear a ghostly child’s voice say “Polo!”

If you hear a ghostly child’s voice say “Polo!”, you should not continue to play until the voice leads you to a derelict child’s bedroom.

If you are lead to a derelict child’s bedroom, you should not listen to see if the voice comes from under the bed.

If the voice comes from under the bed, you should never ever look.

If you look, you might find a juvenile Balor with a weird sense of humor because the DM is an asshole.

If you find a juvenile Balor with a weird sense of humor because the DM is an asshole, then it will demand 500 snickerdoodles as payment for not devouring you and/or your party.

Luckily, as a silly, you took craft:baking and can begin the most cartoon inspired side quest of baking cookies in a haunted mansion for a demon from the deepest reaches of the 9 Hells.

4347. Ravens’ soul-self allows her to communicate with other Ravens from other realities. Most of the Ravens she met were different from herself, the first of which was a tall and caucasian Raven wearing a royal blue loincloth dress with a ghostly voice. This was the first time that Raven found someone more emotionless than her.

submitted by JC

Darkness clouded the corpses vision as the sound of footsteps seemed to draw closer and closer to her long forgotten grave.
The corpse, Túyās corpse, had been in the ground for ages after her assination was put into place. She kinda expected something like that to happen. But now, all she wanted was to see where the sound was coming from.
Finally freeing her decaying limbs from their stiff position she began to push at the earth above her in hopes of breaking through. And her wish came true when her skeletal hand broke free, clawing at the ground to pull herself up.
Roots snapped from where they grew on her head as she rose up, the moon shadowing her in an ominous way.
“ Is someone there? ”
She spoke in a raspy, ghostly voice.

Kitchi submitted:

guests in the night

This is not really scary story, but i wanted to share this with you..this happened in finland, in the old rest home.(and im sorry my english is bad?)

I have a little story of my parents’ friend’s old hotel. My dad spend lot of time there one time and experienced some paranormal things. One night he slept in one of the rooms, and middle of the night he heard lot of people talking something in the hallway(he could not make clear of it) and right after he saw shadows coming under the door, like people were walking in the hallway. Our dog was with my dad, and she didnt react to it, usually she would bark. In the morning he just said to the owner(who is my dads friend) that there were guests in the night. Owner denied it, there were not guests in the night..my dad was the only guest. During the day day my dad was chatting with the owner in the kitchen and out of nowhere drinking glasses started to rattle, the owner just yelled “shut up there!!” And the rattle stopped.

Sometimes the owners wake up middle of the night to that someone is pushing them from under the bed, But there is no one.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Weeper answered: That is eerie.9/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.

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Ghostly Voices by Alex311

Someone will be seeing dead people, but it won’t be in the Walker persuasion (AU Richonne). I am also a fan of Ghost Whisperer and wanted to do something like it with my favorite characters. Of course there is a killer amongst the “good” people of Kings County. Enters a young beautiful ghost whisperer that will help with the investigations but also steal a certain young Deputy.

I wrote this whole essay about ableism and horror stories, but the tl;dr is this:

Horror stories are supposed to be scary, and all the best ones overlap with real life fears. Unfortunately, our fears are rarely rational or polite.

Vampires are all fear of sex. Zombies are fear of contagion. There are no shortage of crazies, whether this is haunted asylums or “mad” killers, or psychological horror (always about the cool bits of mental illness, the nightmares and delusions, and never the bit where you don’t shower for three weeks or leave your bedroom). And the same is true for class (the “killer hick” genre) and for race (no shortage of movies which make you think ugh)

As people who want to be aware of people’s needs, and promote social justice, getting the balance right is incredibly challenging. I recognise that the portrayal of “madness”, suicides, and asylum horror causes more difficulty for me as a mentally ill person in my day to day life. But I do love a good insanity horror story.

I actually think horror as we know it would be dead as a genre if we started trying to make it “safe” for people with complex needs to enjoy, and also not relying on damaging stereotypes.

But how do we balance that against people’s real life needs + struggles? & Also how do we maintain a space for people who, say have experienced abortion to write abortion horror stories?

idk guys, what do you think?