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n-y-c-t-0-p-h-0-b-i-a · 2 years

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Jelenleg azt érzem, hogy be kéne baszni, kimenni a vaksötétbe bőgve, leszarni mindent és itt hagyni ezt a kurva várost

#saját #elegem van #szerelem #faszomat mindenbe #veszekedés #fájdalom #elég #nyctophobia

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teamjacobthot · 3 months

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nyctophobia

chapter 8: trigger

read on ao3 | read on ff.net | spotify playlist | fan cast

summary: think of the biggest hater you know. it's a man, right? prom '05 has finally arrived, and it's about to get uglier than edward cullen up in here...

word count: ~7.7k

warnings: more of the same in previous chapters + blatant sexual tension and flirtatiousness + extra profanity (first "fuck" incoming) + physical violence

thank you so much to everyone who's been following along and being patient with me. I told you it wouldn't take me this long to give y'all another chapter! I just wanna add that I know we all know how the original story that smeyer gave us ends for our princess diana of the twilight saga, but let this be a reminder to have fun and like… live in the moment of the story lol. while we all know how shit goes for lee-lee in canon, this story is still a fanfic. just trust me.

this chapter was masterfully beta-read by @bellasdumptruckass. tytyty so much for taking this chapter from a good 8.5 to an 11. I'm SO proud of how it turned out.

I hope you enjoy the update! show me some love in the comments if you're real <3

tag list (literally just copying and pasting from old posts - pls lmk if you want me to tag/untag you in future nyctophobia posts): @leahclearwaterdefensesquad @cheerynoir @big-idiot-wolf-boys @the-golden-onion @howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen @phil-dwyer-stan-account @paulxlahotee @edwardsmedow @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis @effervescent-influenza @gezellig-writes @witchyangela @leahcee @haletwinsstan @musingsofvenus @leahclearwlwater @haemshaems @vampiresarezombies @femmealice @blackpack @bellasoutrageousflavor @tenarcansteponme @me-and-jake @plainjaniedee @renegadepack @manicpixietwilight @emotwilights @jacobyouidiotihadit @edwardsmate4ever @sugarshackpeasant

#nyctophobia #mine #fic #twilight fan fiction #twilight fanfic #twilight fic #twilight fanfiction #leah #leah clearwater #sam #sam uley #leah clearwater x sam uley #emily #emily young #fr tho this chapter eats downnnnnn and y'all need to read it

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koritheotherkin · 5 months

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I am a creature of the night, stalking my prey. I blend in with the shadows; i am the shadows. I am not of this plane. I am but a void given physical form. And that form just happens to be terrified of the dark

#therian #alterhuman #nonhuman #therianthropy #otherkin #voidkin #shadowkin #void #late night thoughts #nocturnal #nyctophobia

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gender-darling · 28 days

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(⠀🎀⠀) : ❝ Phobia flags (Part 1) ❞

[Image IDs: 3 flags: The first flag is a rectangular flag with eleven equally sized horizontal stripes. The colors are in a gradient from dark silver to darkest gray in the center.

The second flag is a rectangular flag with eleven equally sized horizontal stripes. The colors in order from top to bottom are as follows, and are reflected after the last mentioned color: beige, greige, cyan green, dusty blue, ocean blue, and dark blue-gray.

The third flag is a rectangular flag with eleven equally sized horizontal stripes. The colors are in a gradient from pale yellow to dark red-brown in the center. /IDs end.]

— ❝ Nyctophobia(link), autophobia(link), and chronophobia(link) flags ❞

　　—　Tagging @mousesquared and @mad-pride. This is not a gender , do not tag it as such

Please read my rentry before interacting ! Don't repost ! ♡

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#(⠀🎀⠀)⠀⦂⠀ ❝⠀darling's creations⠀❞#nyctophobia #autophobia #chronophobia #mad pride #pro endo #how do i tag this augh

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phobiascapes · 4 months

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#nyctophobia #dendrophobia #autophobia #kenophobia #liminal space #photography #landscape #nature #moon #Arlen Markob

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atticollateral · 29 days

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I find that it's really hard to explain to people that I'm not personally afraid of the unknown or the dark cuz a lot of people are and im here like bro my mind thinks up things that aren't even there. whatever is actually out there can't be any worse than what my mind can think up. an alien could show up on my doorstep and I wouldn't fucking care I'd be like "oh shit... you guys are real? or are you just one species? damn that's pretty cool... what do you want? why are you here? I'm not the leader of the planet, go elsewhere." and just slam the door like it was another salesperson. The hat man could show up in my room at 3:00 a.m. but actually in some kind of flesh and I'd be like "really? again? you couldn't find someone else to go annoy? fine, but we're watching legally blonde the musical. grab a seat."

The way I don't care, and the way you couldn't pay me to.

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doombum · 3 months

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I once again made Evan suffer for the #CC weekend bash. I was planning on doing fluffy stuff but the angst just keeps inviting itself to the party apparently.

@and-stir-the-stars

Sunday 7th: Trust / Betrayal / Trapped

Trigger warning: Panic attacks, Claustrophobia, Nyctophobia, Implied child death, Blood mention

Evan woke up to the sound of laughter resonating around the corridor and he immediately clutched Fredbear close to his chest at the unexpected darkness he was met with. He whimpered into the plush’s soft fur as he struggled to find the switch of his bedside lamp, turning it on as quickly as he could and letting out a sigh of relief as his room was illuminated.

He looked around and immediately noticed that his curtains had been drawn close at some point during the night, most probably by his dad - he had made a habit of doing so since finding out Evan was scared of the dark, telling him that he needed to grow out of his childish fears.

Going up to open them back up and letting the sunlight of the early morning enter his room, he also realised that his door was shut. He gripped Fredbear even tighter at the sight as he tried to calm himself.

He shakily walked towards the door, feeling tears already forming in the corner of his eyes as it started to become harder to breathe. It felt like the room was closing in on him and he needed to leave as quickly as possible before it crushed him.

Making his way there, he stumbled over his toys, scattered around the room, almost falling several times as he became more and more desperate to open the door. He grabbed the handle with sweaty hands, struggling to get a good hold on it before he pulled it down, frowning when it didn't do anything.

He tried again, and again, and again, growing more and more frantic as the door wouldn't budge.

A whimper left his throat and he turned around, eyes darting around his room to try to find another exit. He fell back against the door, clutching at his shirt in an attempt to calm his raging heartbeat as he realised his window was out of the question - his dad still needed to fix the broken latch - and there was no other way out.

“No, no, no !” He muttered to himself, dropping onto his knees and rocking back and forth. “Please, let me out !”

Gripping tightly at Fredbear, he shut his eyes closed to avoid looking at the suffocating room that was getting smaller and smaller. It was going to crush him.

He hadn't even realised he had started yelling pleas to be let out until he heard Mike on the other side of the door, fumbling with the handle and yelling back for him to calm down.

At the sound, Evan hurriedly turned around, still on his knees, hitting and scratching at the door desperately until his hands started to bleed. He only stopped when the door finally opened and he could breathe again.

He wasted no time pulling himself forward and into the corridor, desperately needing to get away from his room. As a result, he launched himself right into Mike's legs as his brother stood just outside the door with his hand still on the handle.

“Shit !” Instead of pushing him off, like Evan had expected him to, Michael kneeled down and pulled him into his chest, hugging him tightly. “I’m… sorry.”

Evan’s eyes widened at the hesitant words, his brother never having apologised to him before, but his surprise quickly gave way to a sense of betrayal as he took in the words.

“You locked me in there ?” He could hear his voice wavering at the thought, the tears that had started to stop starting to flood down again.

“It was just a prank !” Mike pulled away, crossing his arm and taking a defensive tone. Evan looked down at the ground, having a hard time understanding how his own brother could do that to him. “You weren’t supposed to freak out like that !”

“I couldn’t get out…” He said between sobs, his mind still trying to process what had happened. “I- I-”

Mike started to rub his back awkwardly and Evan cried even harder at the comforting motion. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” After a moment, his brother tried to pull him away. A bit of struggle later, Evan was held at arm's length, trying to avoid his brother's gaze. “I won’t do that again.”

At that, he looked up at his brother's face, taking note of how serious and openly worried he looked. “You promise ?”

Mike hunched a bit at that, and looked away for a moment before he exhaled and nodded. “Yeah, I promise.”

Evan smiled shyly, still a bit wary of the older’s words. To reassure himself, he held out his pinky for Mike to seal his promise. His brother huffed and rolled his eyes but linked his own pinky anyway before ruffling his hair and pulling him back up on his feet. “Now, come on. Let's get you cleaned up.”

Evan giggled at the motion and followed Mike down the corridor, hoping he could actually trust him to respect his promise and never lock him somewhere ever again.

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Evan woke up to complete silence and darkness filling his vision. Terrified out of his mind, he tried to search for his beloved plush, wanting to feel the comfort it always brought him, but found his body completely unresponsive. Panic rose in his chest as he tried to blink to clear his vision but nothing happened.

What was happening? Why was it so dark ? Where was he ?

He tried voicing his questions, calling for help, desperate for someone, anyone, to hear him. But nothing came out other than a static sound that made him wince and want to curl in on himself.

He didn't understand. Why couldn't he speak ? Why couldn't he move ? What was happening to him ?

He struggled to remember, his mind racing through his panic and getting glimpses of balloons, cake and blood. So much blood. Why was there so much blood ?

He had been crying, pleading to be let go - he could remember that. But they wouldn't leave him alone. They had dragged him. Who were they ? He couldn't remember.

He tried to think, tried to see it, but the only thing coming up was the image of his father's terrifying animatronics. Surrounding him. Dragging him. Laughing while he was screaming.

Thinking harder, desperate for answers, he realised he knew those. They weren't animatronics. They were Michael's friends and their scary masks. Tormenting him.

Was it… Was it Mike ? Did Mike put him here ? Did he lock him here ? He said he wouldn't do it again. He promised him. Evan had trusted him.

Why would he do that ? Did he do something wrong ?

Please. Mike. I'm scared. Please, help me. I didn't mean to, whatever it was I did, I didn't mean to ! Please, let me out !

He tried to move again, but the most he achieved was to produce a weird creaking sound. He felt so heavy, like he was buried under a mountain of metal.

The darkness was becoming more and more oppressive the longer he stared into it, and it seemed to have swallowed him entirely. He almost wished he could just close his eyes and never wake up again.

Despair gripped at him as he realised he had no way out this time. No-one was around - the silence so overbearing - and even if there was someone, he couldn't move or speak to tell them he was there.

But Mike had to know he was here, right ? If he was the one who locked him here. He would come back for him. He would open the door and let him out. Like he did back in his bedroom. He wouldn't just leave him there. Would he ?

How long had he been here ? It felt like minutes. It felt like years. Was Mike trying to save him ? Had he forgotten about him ?

Maybe it wasn't him ? But then he wouldn't know where he was. Who he is. He wouldn't come for him. He wouldn't know it's him that's stuck here.

In a small, terrified final attempt to reach out for help, he whispered again into the void, hoping one day, someone will come and save him: “It's me.”

#cc weekend bash #cc afton #evan afton #tw panic attack #implied death #blood mention #claustrophobia #nyctophobia #bullying #michael afton #angst

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pigeonwhumps · 8 months

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"Did I do good?"

Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @whumpinggrounds @painful-pooch

Whumptember day 1: "Did I do good?" | mentor whumper | young hero | blood loss

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CWs: immortal whumpee, minor whump (aged 16), hero whump, abuse, panic attack, PTSD, implied flashback, burns, accidental whump, begging, training whump, misunderstandings, low self-esteem, caretaker new whumper, phobias, Whumpee convinced whumper is helping (I have no idea what to call it – conditioning? Brainwashing? Idk)

Phoenix sits and shivers in the kitchen, shins wound around the legs of the chair. Abbie lounges in a chair opposite, arms folded, legs stretched out comfortably. Her face is stern, like it usually is, they can't tell what she's thinking. It makes them unaccountably nervous.

They'd like to get something warm. But Abbie wants to do their review before they go anywhere, and as their mentor, she gets the final say.

"So, it's the end of your first month here. How do you think you're doing?"

Phoenix swallows. That's always the hardest part of anything. How do they think they've been doing? It's tricky to answer.

"I've, um, I've been learning, sir," they say, quietly but firmly.

"Hmm. I do think you should be learning faster. After all, you've barely improved since we first met, and that was two years ago now."

"Oh. Yes, sir."

They don't mention that for most of those two years, they weren't allowed to use their powers. Abbie already knows that. Instead, they swallow hard. There's something they need to know.

"Did I do good, sir? Today? So far?"

Abbie makes a considering noise.

"You're doing okay, but I can't say more than that. You really need to improve your control over your powers. You don't want them visible all the time." Her gaze moves pointedly to their flickering arms, which they quickly cover with their sleeves. "Quite frankly I'm not sure how long it's going to take you to learn control naturally. That's what these are for."

Abbie pulls out a pair of gleaming metal cuffs and sets them on the table. Phoenix feels like a bucket of ice has been tipped down their spine, and they don't know why.

"They'll suppress your powers, except for your immortality, which is always needed. I want you to feel what it's like not to have access to your powers, so you can work towards that feeling. I think it would be good for you."

Phoenix freezes. They feel both hot and cold, unable to move, staring. No. Nonono. If it's anything like when they stopped by choice that time for weeks, they really don't want it. Abbie says it's good for them, so it should be, right? But they're not sure they can cope with that.

"Please, sir, please, I can't stand it, please, anything else, just not that, please."

"Phoenix," growls Abbie, "what did we say about talking back?"

"Not to. But please, sir, anything else, I'll do whatever you want, I'll suppress it myself, I've done it before, I can do it, please please don't make me do this."

They're frantic, spitting out whatever comes through their mind, they can't do this, they can't, they have to get out of it, it's way too much, and maybe they deserve it but they can't cope with that.

It's not long before they feel a strong heat on their arm and yelp, then scream as it heats up until it scorches.

They're not going to cry. They've been through worse, emotionally speaking, they're not going to cry.

Abbie drags them through the corridors, her hand a burning brand on their already-bruised arm, until they reach a small door. Phoenix frowns at it. What's going on?

"I'm sorry, Phoenix, but you need to learn."

"What– no! No, please! I didn't, I didn't mean to, please don't!" They scramble forward from where they hit the back wall at Abbie's push, it's no more than a foot forward, but she blocks their path, and it's pitch-black dark around the edges all of a sudden, no lights inside. "Please, please let me out! I've learnt, I promise, please–"

Abbie raises an eyebrow. "You haven't, though. You need to learn how to control your powers, and you can't do it out here, there's a danger you'll hurt us. Give me your wrists."

Phoenix sticks them out, trembling, and Abbie locks cuffs around them. Immediately they go cold, empty, like what makes them them is being sucked out of them.

"Please," they whisper. "Please, Abbie, sir, don't shut me in here."

"I'm sorry. But it's for your own good. And ours."

Phoenix sniffs. She does look regretful, but then she shuts the door, and they can't help banging on it desperately. It's so dark and small and it's terrifying, they can't stop seeing the monsters that haunt it, that haunt them every time they're shut in the dark and the cold.

But then, Abbie can't know they're scared, right? It's not her fault.

"Please," they sob, desperately, as loud as they can but still not very loud. "Please, let me out. Please, sir, I'll learn, I'll be good, please."

But despite their pleas, no-one comes, and they discover that they are going to cry after all.

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Aaron sits Phoenix down on his bed and passes them the mug of hot chocolate, carefully wrapping their hands around it when they don't move.

"Thank you, sir," they whisper, taking a sip that reveals the slightly-chipped triceratops inside.

"Hey. It's just me, Phoenix. It's only Aaron."

"Aaron." Their eyes start to fill with recognition, and Aaron nods.

"Yeah."

"I– I– what–"

"You freaked out after you got burned in a training bout. I'm so sorry about that, by the way, I didn't– it shouldn't have gone that far. I shouldn't have left you alone with him, even though he wasn't someone we already knew would hurt you. I'm not sure what you were thinking about, but it was pretty bad. You were begging."

Phoenix swallows, looking down, away from Aaron's gaze.

"I'm sorry. Did, um, did I do good, sir?"

"Yeah." They don't mention that they always do. Phoenix won't believe that. "Can you tell me what you were thinking about? You don't have to, but I'd like to help."

Phoenix sets down the hot chocolate and twists their hands together in their lap, not looking at Aaron.

"Abbie used to help me train by, um, taking away my powers so I knew what it felt like, so I could, um, work towards it. But she did it in the dark as a punishment, and, um, it wasn't big, and so when the power went out and you tried to treat the burn it was, um, too much. Too much. Please, sir, I don't– please."

They look up at him cautiously and gulp, mistaking his look of horror and disgust for one of... thoughtfulness, maybe? He's not sure. All he knows is that Phoenix says, trying their best not to sound reluctant or scared, "You can do it too if, um, if you like. I know I, um, deserve it. Just, if it's not too much, um, to ask, please, please can you not burn me on the way, sir. It's too much, um, with that as well."

"No. God no." Phoenix badly suppresses a flinch. "No, not that way round, I– shit. I'd never hurt you or punish you in that way. That's needlessly cruel." They can think of several other words for it, but they don't want Phoenix to shut down. And they will if confronted with the reality of Abbie's treatment.

"It wasn't always bad," murmurs Phoenix. "If, um, if I was good, if I apologised and learnt well enough, Abbie would let me out early. She did that a lot early on. She was, um, she was very lenient with me, despite how much I failed."

Aaron's jaw tightens in a way that makes Phoenix's eyes flash with fear before they cover it. Aaron squeezes their hand.

"Not angry at you, I promise. You should never have been forced in there in the first place. That's not the way to train someone. Your team should never have terrorised you to try and force you to learn."

Phoenix shakes their head, curling in towards Aaron. "They didn't terrorise me. I'm fine."

Aaron raises an eyebrow. "So your claustrophobia and nyctophobia hasn't gotten worse since you started here, then?"

And Phoenix... they don't have an answer to that.

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catgirl-kaiju · 1 year

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so funny to realize most alien sightings were just people not being able to identify owls in the dark

like, to be fair, i regularly get scared that inanimate objects in the dark are actually Creatures out to get me, so i get it

#shitpost #humor #comedy #aliens #extraterrestrial #cryptid #cryptidcore #mental illness #nyctophobia #scotophobia #alien encounters #owls

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hollistercrowley · 10 months

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Trying my hand at a dark naturalist theme

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n-y-c-t-0-p-h-0-b-i-a · 2 years

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kezd kurvára sok lenni már hogy mindig nekem kell engednem, alkalmazkodnom, nyelnem, és ezzel mindig valami elbaszódik és nem olyan lesz mint ahogy elterveztem előre...

#saját #fájdalom #sírás #idegesség #elegem van #szerelem #fáj #hiányzol #beszélgetés #mindig ez van #unom #düh #felbasz #alkalmazkodni #szomorú #szomorúság #nyctophobia

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teamjacobthot · 5 months

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nyctophobia

chapter 7: thunderstruck

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summary: things are getting a little weirder in town, and Leah has to face some feelings…

thank you thank you THANK YOU to everyone who’s read the story so far and everyone who’s been waiting so long for me to update. I’m sorry the update took so long — I’ve been through a lot of shit. this was masterfully beta-read by the exquisite @bellasdumptruckass and my dearest friend syd. tytytytyty from the bottom of my heart for making this chapter read so well and flow like water.

I hope you enjoy the chapter. show me some love in the comments 💜

tag list (literally just copying from past posts — lmk if you want me to tag/untag you in future posts):

@leahclearwaterdefensesquad @cheerynoir @big-idiot-wolf-boys @the-golden-onion @howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen @phil-dwyer-stan-account @paulxlahotee @edwardsmedow @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis @effervescent-influenza @gezellig-writes @witchyangela @leahcee @haletwinsstan @musingsofvenus @leahclearwlwater @haemshaems @vampiresarezombies @femmealice @blackpack @bellasoutrageousflavor @tenarcansteponme @me-and-jake @plainjaniedee @renegadepack @manicpixietwilight @emotwilights @jacobyouidiotihadit @edwardsmate4ever @sugarshackpeasant

#nyctophobia #mine #fic #twilight fan fiction #twilight fanfic #twilight fanfiction #twilight fic #twilight renaissance #leah #leah clearwater #sam #sam uley #leah clearwater x sam uley

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gpgmod · 7 months

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Day 6: Fear

I am still afraid of the dark. It just gives me the creeps.

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#fiends horror list #fiends horror list 2023 #sona #seven #unicorn #mare #nyctophobia #Youtube

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nugothrhythms · 7 months

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2022 single "Nyctophobia" by Dublin, Ireland-based darkwave duo Bean Sí

#darkwave #synthwave #sovietwave #electronic music #Bean Sí #Nyctophobia #singles #music #first share #2022 #Dublin Ireland #Irish goth #Irish darkwave #Bean Si #Bandcamp

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phobiascapes · 6 months

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liminal hall of fame

#photography #Leslie Markob #liminal space #horror #autophobia #dendrophobia #nyctophobia #homichlophobia #necrophobia

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batworks · 12 days

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Nyctophobia

Knobby knuckles whiten, fingers wrapping around the blistered wood of the aged table. Nails grating upon the slab of which the timber is scraped into valleys behind the clawed grip of trembling hands. Eyes peel open wide, barring their sights to the charcoal air with anguished hope. Hope to see into the nothingness soaking the air. Drenching the body in a wretched goo, sticking legs to the creaky chair and weighing greatly on the caving chest which is at loss for air by the second.

#gothic literature #gothic lit study #wtf am i doing #how does one tag a tumblr post #short story #nyctophobia #writing #writingstudy #youngwriter

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