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:
"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."
Release the Hellhounds!
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