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The Scariest Songs I've Ever Listened To!

Since it's Halloween tonight, I wanted to share with you some of the most eeriest, uncanny and creepiest songs I've heard. This list won't be in any particular order, just random scary songs for you to enjoy for the spooky time of year...

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ft. Kylie Minogue - Where The Wild Roses Grow (1996)

I could have put any of Mr Cave's 'Murder Ballads' on the list, but for me, 'Where The Wild Roses Grow' takes the grisly cake for being intriguing yet ultimately unnerving. The story of a young woman's murder is told through both the male and female perspective, creating this conjoined view of a passionate love affair that quickly takes a dark Volta. There is a sense of naivety that lurks throughout the song, making it all the more horrifying when the murder itself is revealed, and of course, Nick Cave's deep, rich vocal delivery combines very well with Kylie Minogue's innocent, light voice to portray this. I'm very fond of the Southern Gothic genre and how Nick Cave's work with the Bad Seeds and the Birthday Party builds and explores on the most obscure and macabre elements of the genre, and it is very clear in this song; in the official video, the body of the young girl is seen laying lifeless, a rose between her teeth, in a serene river within a forest, as we are dragged through this disturbing love story with the most unsettling of twists and turns.

Nine Inch Nails - Closer (1994)

If I had money for every time someone called this song attractive or sexy, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this. I'd probably be one of those billionaires in hiding at the moment because I think there is more nihilism in this track than what some people assume it to be. The industrial, driving force of making this song scary is the juggernaut of an instrumental. The lyrics on their own are consistently provocative but listening to the instrumental alone is a whole different experience; the thing is like a contained piece of machinery, a caged tiger, a maniacal chainsaw of a song that evolves into chaos and madness. It is a tale of existentialism, of darkness, decay, obsession and pure insanity that does not hold back. The final seconds complete the bad dream, Trent Reznor whispers almost inaudibly while the song wearily brings itself to a close, ending abruptly with the single notes of a piano.

Marilyn Manson - Prelude (The Family Trip) (1994)

I've always found the story of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to be a disturbing one. Chances are you've heard the story as a child; maybe you were forced to read the book at school or watched the films at a family get together. Hey Mum, let's watch the film about a weird old man who lets kids come in his bizarre chocolate factory with a 4 in 5 chance of ever coming out again! Strange man, Roald Dahl was. Anyway, wherever you've heard it, I bet you don't immediately associate it with Marilyn Manson. Well, now you can, with the first track of 'Portrait of an American Family'. Complete with an album cover of four voodoo-like dolls with bulging white eyes sitting vacantly in a plastic living room, it's the ideal opener to an album of carnage. The song is, by all means, probably not a coherent song - a lack of musical flow, of pristine vocals, and of any rhythm, just an unwilling journey into the obscure; the uncanny, gremlin-like voices heard in the backdrop accompany the disorder conveyed while the song plays. It's the barrier you dread going across when you first play the album, and it's only when reaching the end of the song, you feel like it's okay to breathe. 'The Family Trip' grabs you by the throat, drags you down to its murky depths for merely a minute and twenty seconds, but Manson makes it feel like twenty minutes. This song preys on the primal fear of the unknown, the feeling of impending doom and the idea of truly not knowing which earthly way you're going.

The Beatles - Revolution 9 (1968)

Ah yes, the Beatles. The Fab Four. John, Paul, George, Ringo. Your grandmother's favourite band. They are possibly the most endearing and successful British group on the planet, responsible for some of the most happiest songs ever performed. 'Strawberry Fields Forever', 'Here Comes The Sun', 'Revolution 9'. Ok, maybe you don't want 'Revolution 9' being played at your family-friendly summer barbecue or your wedding party. Your guests would probably leave out of pure fear and confusion. The story goes that John and Paul got very stoned one night and decided to create a song using sound and voice recorders, resulting in this monstrosity. This song is by all accounts a never-ending nightmare. Spinning in a room of voices, instruments, radios, orchestras, laughing women, John Lennon making weird noises, a baby softly crying, a reversed opera, crashing cymbals, a fire burning, laser guns, shouting men and all for eight, long minutes. I'm certain that listening to this in a dark room by your lonesome would more or less give you some sort of sleep deprivation problem. Thanks, the Beatles, for one of the worst musical headaches I've ever had to listen to. Don't do drugs, kids?

Radiohead - Fitter Happier (1997)

Every Radiohead album has that one song that you scramble to skip because it's very, very creepy to listen to. For me, it's 'Fitter Happier'. The seventh track of 'Ok Computer', considered widely to be one of the best albums of all time, is not even music at this point. I have no idea what you'd categorise this as. A prophecy? A revelation? Or just a drawn out two minutes of a monotone void? I'd say all three. It plays just after 'Karma Police', one of the band's most well-known songs, so your expectations are gone at that rate. 'Fitter Happier' seems to morph itself nicely with the legendary album's themes of dystopia and alienation. Them Yorke's lyrics depicting a narrative of the future eerily correlate with the attributes of our modern world, and that's what makes the song even scarier. A quiet piano resides amongst the autogenerated, robotic voice of the sci-fi horror; it reaches for the fear at the back of your mind and refuses to let go from beginning to finish. Put simply, a horrific car crash that you want to look away from but really can't. We are given scenes of a perfect life, but something feels very, very off. The instrumental environment is imperfect, and so we fall into the terrifying, repetitive cycle that the song portrays, until finally, we become "a pig, in a cage, on antibiotics." Utterly harrowing.

So, that's five of my personal scariest songs! I only had the time to talk in depth about five, but here are the honourable mentions/outtakes: Bike by Pink Floyd, One by Metallica, Burn the Witch by Radiohead, Polly by Nirvana, Several Species of Furry Animals... by Pink Floyd, Come To Daddy by Aphex Twin, Fire On High by Electric Light Orchestra (try listening backwards!)

What are some terrifying songs that you've listened to and dread going back to? Anything that really scared you when you first listened to it? Let me know! :)

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obsessivevoidkitten · 8 months

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Your Boyfriend Owen

Yandere Male x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon/dubcon, stalking, drugging, kidnapping, chaining, general yandere behavior, social awkwardness, creepy staring, mild scent kink.) Word Count: 2.5k (This was supposed to be a small couple hundred word drabble... oopsiedoodles...)

It was the first day of your last year in college.

At the end of class there was a student lingering at his desk. He was your age and of average build, maybe a bit on the skinny side, with disheveled medium length black hair that was a bit wet with sweat and glasses that were a bit crooked.

He seemed really distraught and panicky as he typed on his laptop.

You introduced yourself and asked him if he needed help with something.

He went silent and awkwardly stared at you for a moment before speaking.

“Uh… hi, I’m Owen.”

He was obviously not used to people approaching and talking to him.

I-I don’t know how to get assignments and submit them on this updated online portal we have this year! I just cannot figure it out!”

You leaned over his desk and took a look at his laptop, you happily showed him how to navigate the new system. You didn’t blame Owen for being so high strung, the classes were tough and this new portal was pretty confusing.

What you didn’t realize was that in this simple act of helping him you had made the biggest mistake of your life.

Owen was stunned that you were helping him. You must have liked him! No one was this nice to a random stranger.

As you leaned over his desk to use his laptop he noticed you smelled so nice.

If he hadn’t already been sweating from his previous issues with the student portal you may have noticed the blush that crept across his face.

When you finished he thanked you nervously before you left for your dorm.

There was plenty of foot traffic to and from the dorms, classes, and the food places on campus. It was very easy for Owen to go unseen as he followed you to your dorm.

He… just wanted to make sure you got there safely. And also wanted to see where you lived.

Over the course of the next few weeks Owen you constantly caught Owen staring at you in class and he never failed to greet you when you sat down or try to talk to you when you left. You were always polite but… it was a little creepy to be honest, but you ignored it because it was pretty harmless. He just had a crush on you.

It was far from harmless though, during the time of day that you had classes and he didn’t he would sneak into your dorm and take little “treasures” that he was sure you wouldn’t miss.

A used pair of underwear that still had your scent from the day before. Maybe a shirt if it wasn’t one of your favorites, he knew which ones you wore most often.

As far as he was concerned he was your boyfriend, even if you didn’t know it yet, and good boyfriends noticed small details like favorite clothes.

He also took note of super important information like what food seemed to be your favorite, wherever you ate lunch he was sure to be in the crowd watching you.

Things probably would have continued on like that for a lot longer, just a creepy stalker pining for you, but then one day you helped someone else in class.

They didn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as you! He was fuming, he clenched his hands so hard that his nails bruised his palms. To grace such a nobody with your assistance drove him beyond jealousy.

But that did not even compare to when he saw you the next day eating lunch with the slime ball.

Why would you do that to him? Surely you liked him, not this piece of shit. He must have forced himself into your space and you were just too sweet to push him away.

Owen had to do something before things escalated too far. And he didn’t have to wait too much longer to have his opportunity.

There was a huge Halloween party coming up and he knew for a fact you would be going.

He went with a masquerade ball costume, complete with an intricately decorated Venetian mask.

When you were at the party he waited for the perfect moment to make his move. He stared at you the entire time, not taking his eyes off of you for a moment. Even if he hadn’t been planning something he wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off you. You had decided to go as a pale faced vampire, it made him wonder what your teeth on his neck would feel like.

When you were all alone, and after your judgment was a bit off from a few drinks Owen came over and introduced himself and started chatting you up before offering you a drink.

He was a bit of an oddball, but he was always nice right? What was the harm?

You accepted the drink and soon everything was a blur. You weren’t rendered entirely unconscious, just helpless, compliant, and a touch clingy.

Owen escorted you out of the party with you leaning on him heavily, his face was red beneath his mask, his darling was relying on him for support! Just how it should always be~

Not many people at the party knew you, and even if they had they wouldn’t have thought much of you leaving in this manner, you just appeared to be a little drunk and leaving with someone who you trusted.

Owen stroked your cheek gently and guided you gently into the passenger seat of his car.

It was really happening, he was taking his love home.

He lived with his parents, in the large basement of their house. He was the true epitome of a basement dwelling freak.

You clung to him and nuzzled into his neck as he brought you inside. You didn’t know why, but you felt so needy.

He sat you down softly on the bed, he had changed the color of the sheets to match yours. He wanted you to feel at home and get adjusted to being here as quickly as possible and thought it may make the transition easier.

To that end he had also hung copies of the same posters you had hanging in your dorm, had the bookshelf filled with every book that he had ever seen you reading, and while everyone else was at the party he had even managed to snag a few things from your room.

Most notably your Nintendo switch and your blankets. They were drenched in your scent~

In your drugged state you couldn’t quite make sense of your surroundings… it looked kinda similar to your room… but not…

“Wh-wherrre aare w-w-weee?” You couldn’t speak without slurring your words.

“We’re home! Th-this is where you live now!

That didn’t seem right… did it? It felt a bit off… But why would this nice man lie to you? He gave you a drink and a ride… home.

“You’ll live here with me and I will take good care of you!”

“That’sss sooo n-nice of you”

Owen smiled, he knew you may feel differently once the drugs wore off, but he had taken precautions just in case. What mattered was that you were here, you weren’t leaving, and you’d eventually admit that you liked him and wanted to be here with him.

He sat down beside you on the bed and wiped the pale makeup from your face gently, you leaned into his touch with a cute sigh that made his heart swell and his cock twitch.

You were so perfect. Eventually you would be like this without the drugs, he just needed to be patient and train you until you saw that you needed him as much as he needed you. He had wanted to wait until that point to make love with you.

But… you were acting so sweet and needy. So malleable. And he could tell that you really needed it, your face was flushed and you kept grinding your crotch slowly against your arm that you had between your legs.

You stared up at him in confusion as he began to peel away his clothing, his cock bouncing free. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it. Then he carefully took off what you were wearing, slowly. He wanted to savor the moment. The person he loved more than anything else in the entire world was about to be revealed completely to him.

“So p-perfect~”

“Whaaaa are you doooinnng?” You looked up at him while not even noticing you were already grinding into your arm again.

He rubbed your thighs gently before replying.

“I’m g-going to help you with this,” he said as he caressed your crotch.

You blushed and smiled, in that moment all you could think that Owen was just so nice. He had already taken you home and now he was going to help you with your arousal too!

You spread your legs to allow for easier access as he fumbled with the lube.

He was considerably more nervous than before.

“I-it’s my first time, I hope I’m okay~ I-if I’m not we can pr-practice until I get it right!”

Owen applied the slick fluid liberally to his cock, where it mixed with the precum that his cock was practically drooling, then he scooted you to the edge of the bed and knelt between your legs, using his tongue to get you nice and stimulated.

The scent and flavor of you was almost enough to make Owen cum almost immediately, he was more drugged by your smell than you were on actual drugs. He moaned loud, taking it all in.

Before he caused either of you to orgasm before the main event he managed to pry himself away and apply lube to your entrance, sliding in a couple of fingers and twirling them around inside you.

You bucked and moaned, desperate to have more inside you as the lube mixed with all the saliva he had deposited inside you.

“Neeed morrrre,” You started crying a bit, you were just so desperate. You were like a bitch in heat and nothing would take care of it except Owen’s cock.”

“S-so needy! Don’t cry honey bun, I will take care of you!”

You tried to get your sobbing under control as he kissed you deeply.

“Gosh, y-you’re pretty even when you’re crying…

Then he stood beside the bed and propped your legs up on his shoulders. He rubbed the tip around your hole a bit, wanting to ingrain this moment into his memory for the rest of his life, before grabbing your hips and plunging his entire length inside of you in one movement.

The two of you gasped in unison, finally you felt that yearning void in you start to fill and he was inside of you.

It was much better than he had imagined in the fantasies he had so fervently jerked off to.

The heat, the tightness, your insides were enveloping his cock in pure bliss. And the smell of your sweat mingled with his and the scent of sex was just indescribable.

He slid in and out rhythmically, bending down and biting your neck as he did so. Claiming it as he sped up faster and faster.

Owen couldn’t help not lasting too long, and luckily for him you couldn’t either in your drugged state.

You cried out as you came hard, the force of your climax shaking through your body, pushing Owen over the edge. He filled you with plenty of cum before wrapping his arms around you lovingly.

“I love you so much!”

Your intoxicated mind felt the perfect response to this was, “I looo-love youuu toooo.”

When you woke up you were clothed and all cleaned up, and you could scarcely remember a single thing after the party. You had an awful headache and it took you a few moments to realize that this was certainly not your bedroom.

You felt someone spooning you from behind.

Owen. Owen was spooning you!

You must have gotten black out drunk and hooked up with him.

The thought made you feel sick to your stomach.

You immediately jumped out of bed and went to put your shoes on when you finally saw it.

A long thick chain that led to a shackle around your ankle.

You screamed.

Owen woke up instantly and tried to console you. He had been worried this may be your reaction.

“C-calm down honey b-bun. Just let me expla-”

“Don’t call me honey bun you sick freak!” You shouted the words with as much venom as you could muster, with tears threatening to roll down your face at any moment.

“HELP! HELP PLEASE!! SOMEON-”

Owen grabbed you from behind and put his hand over your mouth, using his other hand to hold you close to his shirtless form.

You still yelled, but it was pretty muffled. You could only hope someone had heard your initial outburst.

“Shh baby, calm down, it will be okay I promise~”

He kissed the top of your head and you tried to shake him off but you were still weak from last night, and he was stronger than you had anticipated. You finally went still and silently cried, your voice too strained now to say much of anything.

Then you heard footsteps coming from above you, they got louder as they approached. Did he have roommates? Had they heard your plea for help? You allowed a spark of hope to ignite inside of you.

You couldn’t see it, but Owen was blushing deeply.

“O-oh jeez, I didn’t want you to meet my parents y-yet. Not until you felt b-better.”

A man and a woman came down the steps. They both had features that reminded you of Owen.

The woman spoke while the man stood behind her, “Just what the HELL is going on at this early hour!? The sun is barely out and I have to work later tod-”

She met your eyes, only just now realizing that her son had someone in his arms. You could see her gaze follow the chain that bound your leg to the wall.

Seeing your tear streaked face, red and puffy from crying, shaking from fear, she gave a look of sympathy. Your hope grew. Would she help you escape her loony son? Your sore throat strained to form words, but they only came out muted and garbled through Owen’s hand.

“Owen! You didn’t tell us you were dating! Honestly, with how awkward you are, I was a bit afraid you’d never take a liking to someone.”

Then she looked at you again.

“You’ll be okay, I know it’s hard at first, but you’ll settle right in.”

“I-i made sure the shackle was lined with something s-soft so it doesn’t hurt them. J-just like you told me how you did when y-you started dating dad!”

You saw the man bite his lip and gaze down sheepishly.

Owen was in his mid 20s, if his age was any indication… if he was conceived when his parents first met… then you were going to be here for a very long time.

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