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daincrediblegg · 2 years
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What I really love as another theme in Mike Flanagan works is that death is never a punishment (as it tends to be for a LOT of horror films) but instead an equalizer. That death by in large is a comfort and peaceful and not something to fear on the whole and many of the characters who DO die get that out of it. The villains often make death their own enemy in their denial of it and the meting of it out on others. But the heroes and the innocent and everyone else in between? When they go they get to go with love written all over them. And that is more potent to me than anything that anyone’s done with death in stories ever.
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doomstonee · 9 months
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I make art and cry
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leafatlaw · 3 months
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The unease from learning several people fought over this house in the beginning. “Why would anyone want this house?” To Luke always saying how this is his house house, it’s going to be his house. The slow but still too sudden shift to happiness. The food is good. There’s good company. Shifts to the lawn is nice. Waking up refreshed. The fear was exciting. It’s like being pulled in by the waves. You know what’s happening to you and the waves are not stronger than you. You can step back to the sand anytime you want. But soon the waters up to your chest and you’re not just being pulled in, but pushed around. You can’t see the shore anymore- but it’s still calming. The waters still nice. If you leave, go back to land, you’ll be cold and wet and sandy. But here, neck deep in the water it’s nice, it’s calming, it’s home.
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novelconcepts · 6 months
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No Carla hits like Liv Crain.
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#i don’t know when i but i’m taller it must be something in the water#i grew up here til it all went up in flames except the notches in the door frame#my recurring dream i’m at the movies i don’t remember what i’m seeing the screen turns into a tidal wave#when the speed kicks in i go to the store for nothing#the house where u lived with snow white i wonder if she ever though the storybook tiles on the roof were too much#the drugstores r open all night the only real reason i moved to the east side#and here everyone knows ur the way to my heart hear so many stories of u at the bar#either i’m careless or i wanna get caught#i can’t open and forget how to talk bcs even if i could wouldn’t know where to start wouldn’t know where to stop#close my eyes fantisize three clicks and i’m home#when i get back i’ll lay around then i’ll get up and lay back down#i know i know i know#like a wave that crashed and melted on the shore not even the burnouts r out here anymore#either way we’re not alone i’ll find a new place to be from a haunted house with a picket fence to float around and ghost my#friends no i’m not afraid to disappear the billboard said the end is here i turned around there was nothing there yea ig the end is here#and now my feet can’t touch the bottom of u#of somebody who loves u more#so i will wait for the next time u want me like a dog with a bird at ur door#and there’s something i’m supposed to say but i can’t remember what it is#and if and if i could give u the moon i would give u the moon#u r sick and ur married and u might be dying#i would do anything for u i would do anything i will do anything#laying down on the lawn i’m tired of trying to get in the house i’m thinking out loud#i’ve been playing dead my whole life#i hate ur mom i hate it when she opens her mouth it’s amazing to me how much u can say when u don’t know what ur talking abt#i feel something when i see u#bcs i don’t know what i want until a fuck it up#i’ll climb through the window again but rn it feels good not to stand#day off in kyoto got bored at the temple looked around at the 711 the band took the speed train to the arcade i wanted to go but i didnt#called me from a pay phone they still got pay phones it cost a dollar a minute
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steveharrington · 1 year
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god i know this is an unpopular opinion but i wish mike flanagan had just made his stupid show and called it something else. i hate that people associate the haunting of hill house with that show, and i’m not even saying that i think the show is bad. i don’t think it’s poorly made but it’s just not….the haunting of hill house. it rearranges the characters it strips so many of them of their personalities it just fundamentally changes so many crucial aspects of the story! and shirley jackson was a genius she was a major voice that informed the horror genre we know today and it’s so bizarre to me that someone took her story, rearranged it into something barely recognizable, and still used her title. and now it’s what people think of when they think of hill house and mike flanagan goes on documentaries and says stuff like “when i created the haunting of hill house” and he has a character named shirley but she isn’t even the one who wrote the titular novel within his show, they gave that to a man, and i hate it. i hate it so much. just make your thing and say it’s inspired by the haunting of hill house fuck me
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Ha ha ha… YES
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aroaessidhe · 10 months
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2023 reads // twitter thread    
The Crows
Adult horror
a young woman buys & renovates an old spooky house in Wales, and discovers it’s sentient, cursed, and has a few murders tied to it…..
also there’s this weird guy next door who’s maybe an eldritch serial killer
(the weird guy is asexual. there’s QPR vibes)
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Deeply considering letting my friendship with my best friend just die out lol
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lovelyamneris · 1 year
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“I was in this old church. And there was this man there. But he wasn’t…I don’t know how to explain it. And he was wearing a Raven mask. But not like Corbierre. It was just so awful, Amber. Everything felt so real and terrible. Like it really happened to me. Like it was a memory instead of a bad dream. And Victor was there too. It didn’t look like him, but I knew it was. And at first I thought he was there to save me from the guy in the Raven mask, but he wouldn’t. He just stood there and looked away. As if he didn’t care at all. Then I was at the Gatehouse and I couldn’t see anything. I just knew that I was angry. And that felt real too. More real than anything I’ve ever felt. I don’t know what it means. But, dreams don’t always have to mean something? Right?” -s3 Nina AU
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batwynn · 1 year
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I thought I’d share this little preview of my cute romance comic where the young master of the house and his valet fall in love, and all the complications or joys that go along with that. This is a comic that I’ve been working on and sharing only on Patreon so far. I haven’t had a lot of time to work on it, though, with other projects and commissions. I’m hoping to start sharing it on Webtoon if I can get some extra support via Patreon or Ko-fi to help me take some time off of commissions! (Yes, this is a bit of a shameless plug, I’m sorry. 🥲You also get lots of other fun stuff over on Patreon like the Quincey Morris comic, art requests for any tier level, stickers, cards, etc! We’re actually almost fully to my goal, thanks to the amazing support of awesome peoples!)
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katierosefun · 1 year
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something about horror something about tragedy something about that moment when the characters think they’re safe, they’ve escaped the clutches of the fate planned for them, they’ve escaped the haunted house or something but then they realize that someone is missing or they realize that the ghost is still there, just biding its time for the others to come back, or maybe they turn around just as they’re about to reach the exit, something about horror something about tragedy something about no matter how hard the characters try to escape the thing haunting them, there’s no other way to end the story, the end of the story was decided from the start, she was dead since the beginning and etc
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werebutch · 6 months
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Anyways we r going to a haunted house in an old prison tomorrow so yay
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To be fair, the bare minimum without any evil alters is more than systems usually get.
I guess that’s fair, honestly I think I’m more concerned like “why is THIS one of the best depictions you’ve seen what the hell are other people doing” when I get praise for basic respect
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novelconcepts · 1 year
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I don’t understand how a person can miss writing so much and yet be utterly paralyzed by the idea of going back to it.
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kedsandtubesocks · 7 months
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me knowing this week might send me into my official Joel Miller Era™️ and deeper into the Gojo pit
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(also in sweeter special news I’m going on my surprise early spooky birthday trip so any sweet and good vibes are appreciated!!! know I’m carrying all of y’all in my heart and I’ll try to post pics and fun updates when/if I can 🥺🎃)
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