Welcome to another round of the scary writing prompt game! This will be the last round of 2013 before the winners are chosen (to be posted in January) and a new year of spooky prompts begin. When I first started this feature at the top of the year, it wasn't without hesitance. Would the YA Highway crowd like horror prompts? Would anyone participate? What if the feature crashed and burned in two months flat? Nervous but determined to at least try, I put the first prompt out there with no expectations. Then came another month, then another, then another.
Your responses have blown me away this year. So many glorious paragraphs of creepiness, filled to the brim with delicious darklings by hands that are shining with talent. Posting only one snippet per month from your stories was truly difficult because I loved them all. For this, I thank you all from the bottom of my wicked, spider-webbed heart!
Again, here's how it works: I'll announce the prompt, then you guys post a 1-2 paragraph response in the comment section. At the beginning of each round, I'll share my favorite bit from the previous week's entries before announcing the next prompt. As I announced in June, at the end of the year there will be a spooky prize drawing for ALL participants!
Want to give yourself more entries in the drawing? Go back to review and comment on past rounds if you haven't already. A late entry is just as fun to read for me!
2 winners will be receiving customized horror bottles in the scary book or movie of their choice. (What's a horror bottle, you ask? That, my spookies, is when I decoupage the shiz out of an empty wine bottle to showcase whichever book or movie you choose. They make for some killer decorations! Pun intended, especially if you request a Freddy Krueger bottle.)
Last month's prompt documented a case of spontaneous babysitting gone horribly, horribly wrong. If you've seen HOUSE OF THE DEVIL, you know that responding to bulletin board ads for babysitters that pay too much is not a very good idea. Alas, our narrator Jamie must have missed that film, because she took the bait hook, line, and sinker. Seeing everyone's visions of Hellish puppets was exhilarating, but one snippet in particular by Jorja Fraser had me rereading with a big old grin on my face:
"No… Jamie felt as if her insides had caved in on themselves. His eyes…
She had to blink hard before realizing that what she saw was no trick. The space where Edmund’s eyes should be bore two impossibly black caverns, rimmed with… What were they? Were they teeth? Every inch of her filled with horror as she took in the boy’s presence, suddenly too aware of his empty gaze and the terrifying smile that crept across his porcelain-like face."