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Writing Horror: Scary Writing Prompt Game #13

Happy Wednesday, Spookies!

Welcome to another round of the scary writing prompt game. Again, here's how it works: I'll announce the prompt, then you guys post your response in the comment section. At the beginning of each round, I'll share my favorite bit from the previous month's entries before announcing the next prompt. At the end of the year there will be a spooky prize drawing for two lucky winners. *All* participants are automatically entered to win!

The first year of the spooky writing prompt game was just incredible. Seeing other people be enthusiastic and creative over my little prompts was truly awesome and I can't wait to carry the feature on into this bright and shiny new year.

As promised, I have randomly drawn TWO WINNERS from the pool of participants last year to receive spooky wine bottles, decorated to cater to the horror book, movie, or TV show of your choice.

Congratulations, Dunya Mouallem and bhvalence! Please email me at amy(dot)lukavics(at)gmail(dot)com and let me know how you'd like your bottle decorated.

Now, back to the game!

December's prompt involved a pair of twins, a mysterious ritual, and the question as to just what would happen if you dropped a blow dryer in a bathtub. The lone participant told a story of brutal revenge that startled me with its intensity:

The tub was cracked and filled with blood. Carla rose from the side of the tub, laughing. She took her bloodied hand and brushed back her hair blocking her eye, leaving a smudge of blood on her cheek. She turned to leave her sister's corpse to rot, her foot slipping out from under her from the soapy water. She flailed backwards onto the side of the tub, slamming her spine. She reeled in pain and slid into the bloodied tub. Her body immediately tensed and convulsed, foam coming out of her mouth, the blow dryer floating next to her and in her last moments of life she regrettably knew which one of them was "special" and which one of them was not.

Congratulations bhvalence, on both your December snippet and being drawn for the big prize!

This Week's Prompt:

"Everyone knows that ghosts aren't real." Marlin rolled his eyes at Julia, causing her cheeks to blush. "Just because you think you had an encounter before doesn't mean that it actually happened."

"It did happen," Julia insisted. "I was walking home the other night and I heard someone, something, calling my name. And then I could have sworn I saw someone wearing a veil, walking between the graves. Who could it have been?"

Marlin sighed. Ever since Julia asked him to follow her to the graveyard after school, he'd been curious about her motive. The two chatted about random things in band sometimes, but he didn't really consider them close friends.

"So why am I here?" Marlin asked. The cemetery was still and silent and, well, dead. "It's not like there's a ghost right now."

"Ghosts never leave where they haunt, dummy," Julia said. "Your dad was a priest. I thought you could, you know, bless the ghost or something so that it would go away and I wouldn't have to be afraid to walk past here every night."

Marlin was annoyed now. "Look, my dad left when I was ten. And let me assure you, he didn't believe in ghosts. Pretty sure he didn't even believe in God, actually."

"Can't you take a look around that crypt back there?" Julia begged while she pointed to the center of the graveyard. "That's where I heard my name being called from. Please Marlin, don't you remember any of the prayers your dad used to say? Just go bless it or something!"

Fine, Marlin thought. If going in there and saying a few words will make her leave me alone so I can go home, I'm down.

"You are so weird, Julia." Marlin sighed and stepped through the black iron gates of the cemetery. "For the last time, there are no such things as ghosts."


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Amy Lukavics

Amy lurks within the forested mountains of Arizona. When she isn't reading or writing creepy stories, she enjoys cooking, crafting, and playing games across many platforms. She is the author of Daughters Unto Devils (Harlequin Teen 2015) and The Women In The Walls (Harlequin Teen 2016).

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  1. Marlin strode over to the grave marker Julia pointed at. The grey stone was worn and cracked in several places, riddled with green mold the shade of new grass. Not very scary, is it? Marlin thought. He licked his lips a moment and said, "Deliver us from evil, for thine--"

    A deep, wispy voice intoned from beneath Marlin's feet: "Is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever. Amen."

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  3. Marlin stepped behind the crypt, out of Julia's line of sight.
    "Are you praying?" she called.
    "Yes," he answered. He didn't remember any prayers, so he muttered random words just in case she was listening.
    He didn't notice the ice-blue tendrils of mist snaking up from the ground. When they entered his mouth, he shuddered slightly, but that was all. No real pain, just a…settling in.

    Marlin’s body strode through the cemetery gates.
    “You promise you said a prayer?” Julia said, hopping from one foot to another. “You really promise?”
    “Of course,” Martin’s voice said. “Julia, don’t you trust me?”

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  5. Walking through the gates, Marlin knelt at the ground. He heard the silent footsteps of Julia behind him, as he muttered to himself. 
    "What are you doing?" She asked, noticing how Marlin's hands were digging into each other, drawing blood. 

    Anger flashed through him as he swirled to face her, breath coming out hard with his glare fixed on Julia. "You wanted me to pray right? You brought me here to pray! So that is what I am doing, dammit!" His breathing slowed as he gathered control of his emotions. Noticing as Julia started to back away from him. 
    "I-I wo-wouldn't have br-brought you here if-" She stopped speaking and took a shaky breath. Thinking there is no reason to be afraid, she just put him in an awkward position. 

    Marlin turned to her and took her hand. Meant to be a soothing gesture, but instead felt like the exact opposite. He gently engulfed both of his hands around her one, looking at her face. "I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you. It's just assuming that I could handle something that is not real, based on the factor of my father? Not fair is it?" He shook his head at her. Just as quickly as he turned to look at her, he went back to kneeling and muttering. 

    Julia tried to calm her nerves noticing this was a horrible mistake. Her shaking hands were raised to her face as she looked at the blood over them from Marlin's fists being clenched so hard. 

    She turned to leave, but was yanked voilently back. "Are you leaving? I am doing you a favor, and you're leaving!" His voice raised, gripping her arm tighter the longer he held on. 

    "Let me go!" Julia yelped, trying to yank her arm back. Realizing the only way she'd get out is if he'd let her go himself, she returned to face him, whimpering. 

    "Julia," Marlin whispered lovingly, as he let go of her wrist. Which she in turn used her opposite hand to rub it. "You can't leave me, not like he left me." He said, jerking his head behind him. Julia peered in the direction his head moved and saw nothing. 

    "There is no such thing as ghosts, Julia." His voice becoming monotone and serious. "Are you so stupid, that you don't understand the real monsters, are us?" 

    Julia turned to run, but before she could take that first step, hands clasp around her throat, pressing dangerously into her windpipe. Trying to take a breath, she ended up choking on her own saliva. Spit trickled down the side of her mouth, onto Marlin's hands. Julia's arms flailed as she used her last ounce of strength to push him. She could feel Marlin's breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "you're not leaving a me, not like he did."

  6. Marlin began to make his way to the crypt while Julia stayed behind, watching him while clinging to the bars of the black wrought iron fence.
    As he made his way closer to the Crypt, Marlin felt a chill up his spine, the air seemed to grow colder in an instant. He brushed off as a coincidence. Marlin had never believed in ghosts. He stopped and looked back towards the gate. He noticed that Julia was no longer standing there.

    "Look Julia, if you brought me here to pull some kind of prank, you're wasting your time." he called out. He was only met with silence. Not even the crickets made a sound.

    "Over here" a female voice whispered to him from behind the crypt.

    "Julia, is that you?" Marlin said walking toward the source of the sound. No one was there. "Julia this isn't funny!" Marlin shouted. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream came from across the cemetery. "Julia!" Marlin yelled in a panic, this time he was truly terrified.

    He took a step forward to look for Julia, hoping that the scream he heard didn't belong to her. In that very moment, a cold heavy hand grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him in his tracks. He turned around slowly to see who it was who had grabbed him, and what awaited him was a tall female figure in a black veil staring down at him. That was the last thing Marlin ever saw.

  7. Julia clung to the black iron gate as he walked into the cemetery slowly, his shoes sticking to the muddy ground, caking them in grime. He made his way towards the middle, looking down his left and right, peering down rows upon rows of gravestones and burial plots, spotting nothing of particular interest. In the middle of the cemetery was a large tree surrounded by stone benches, still damp from the rain. He sat down and cleaned his shoes with his finger, wiping the mud off and flinging it onto the ground.
    He felt a chill run down his neck when he heard his name called out, piercing the calm dead air, from behind him towards a large mausoleum. He froze, wanting to run but equally compelled to follow the voice and eventually he relented and walked inside.

    Marlin walked down the stone steps leading down deeper into the mausoleum, following the faint glow of candles seemingly stuck into the side of the walls, wax encrusted to the floor. At the bottom was an open room where the bodies were kept, all lined up to the left and right leading up to the center, where a tall figure in black stood silent, back turned to Marlin. Marlin stood motionless, unable to move, a tear coming out of his eye, as the figure slowly turned around, his hands clasped together in front of it with a wide distorted smile on his face, eyes sunken in and black.

    "Dad...?" Marlin finally muttered, only to be muffled by a black satin veil pulled tightly across his face. He reeled back, paniced, flailing wildly in vein as the figure slowly walked towards him, its cracked and dying lips pursing into horrifying speech.

    "So nice of you to join us," it said, as his eyes grew heavy and finally closed, enveloping Marlin in darkness.

    Oh and I won, HOORAY !!!


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