Ooooooo (Horror ooo)

Swollen heads and black eyes

Vacant and cruel

Wobbling toddlers without mercy

Probing waxy fingers

Beckon,

Expressionless narrow mouth set in grey

Bulbous head atop sympathetic frailty.

Limited imagination in our consciousness creates

Alien cliches.

How long have we been falling back on vampires for?

They’ve been “sexy”, they’ve been Gollum Nosferatu

Long in the tooth blood-sucker.

Please mate.

Frigging werewolves again

Prowling around in their tartan,

Classic mirror scene seeing the beast within

Oh the horror,

The imaginable, overdone horror.

Monsters who blend in,

Vacuous gases threaten,

Illness, bacteria, death embodied.

Fear is a creeping darkness

In context.

Little girls with discordant chimes and knives,

Standing over the safe place – the bed, the intrusion of it all,

The relative vulnerability of the sleeping figure and the loomer poised to take violent action.

The suspense of a hand on one’s shoulder, chilling.

Strange.

Literally anything can be scary, if there’s enough of them, or very few –

Just the wrong amount.

Puppy – lovely.

Skip full of puppies – scary.

Fly – OK, mildly gross shit eater.

Drawer full of flies – disturbing.

Forest – normal, only potentially frightening

One singular tree growing through a house or out of someone’s face – well, you get the idea.

An idea can make anything uncanny, I’m looking at jars now, The jars on my brother’s shelf – they’re filled with seeds, and grains and things.

But imagine if they were filled with souls, or eyeballs, or whole worlds and the power to shake the world consumed someone and drove them to a frightening place where they became the voyeur of the jar people,

a little god, and they did experiments and felt the guilt but carried on, and took it out on the innocent jar people and crushed them.

Then that’d be scary-

Or it could be scary, with the right filming and the right acting,

(Grimace in the right place,

Play up that moral struggle and settle on what no one wants you to do)

the right lights and unnerving music.

I wrote this before bed, how silly of me. Typical.

Sickening behaviour by the protagonist once again.

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