🎃 𝗜𝗢𝗪𝗔 𝟭𝟵𝟯𝟬 🎃

In the vast, desolate Iowa countryside of 1930, Charles Reynolds toiled as a humble farmer, his weathered hands nurtured the stubborn earth to yield a meager livelihood. Life was hard, but it was honest, and Charles was content. That was until the day the thirst of his barren land drove him to dig a well.

The endeavor commenced innocently, as most tales of malevolence often do. With a determined clench on his shovel, Charles thrust it into the ground, beginning the excavation that would plunge him headlong into the abyss of his own undoing. The first day yielded an assortment of old coins, their tarnished glimmer reflecting in his greedy eyes, igniting a covetous fire that would soon consume him. Beside the gaping hole, his wife, Agnes, implored him to return home, her voice tinged with a sense of foreboding, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Greed, that malevolent whisperer, had begun to weave its seductive spell over Charles, drowning out the loving concern of his wife.

The second day of his descent into darkness brought forth glistening treasures of gold. His greed grew insatiable as he continued to delve deeper into the earth, convinced that his relentless pursuit of riches was worth any sacrifice.

On the third day, the bowels of the earth divulged a mysterious find—a corroded plaque with old British words inscribed upon it warned to stay away from the place, a caution that should have been heeded. Yet Charles, his mind shackled by greed, scoffed at the notion of halting his excavation. It was an act of defiance that would soon unravel his world. As night draped the land in a shroud of inky darkness, Charles's shovel struck an object of unfathomable dread. A golden ring, tainted by the hands of time, lay perched on a skeletal finger, the fragile remains of an old woman. He hesitated, then removed the ring and plundered the deceased woman's body for other golden treasures, forsaking his humanity for his insatiable lust for wealth.

His hand brushed against something out of place, a small piece of aged wood, fragile and brittle. Faded letters carved upon it formed a haunting message: "Beware of the Witch."

In the dim light of a flickering lantern, Charles's eyes widened with realization. Panic surged through him as the very walls of the earth trembled, closing in on him with unrelenting force. The ground shook and before Charles could react, the walls crumbled, sealing his fate in a suffocating tomb of soil and stone.

The weight of the earth bore down upon him, crushing him into the annals of history. The townsfolk, alerted by the terrible sounds that had resonated through the night, could do nothing to save him. The cursed well, now a gaping maw of darkness, held the secrets of Charles Reynolds and his insatiable greed for ever.

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Been chipping away at this piece for a couple weeks in between personal stuff, freelance, and work. Here's my mock cover art for one of my favorite scary books as a kid, Alvin Schwartz's " In A Dark, Dark Room & Other Scary Stories." Its a book that is on the banned book list. I remember in elementary school, every year for Halloween I'd check this book out. I loved it so much. Still do even as an adult. Hope one day to get to illustrate a scary book or Halloween themed book.

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HALLOWEEN STORY - THE CANDYMAN WHO RUINED THE HOLIDAY 🎬№4

Lord Albrecht’s Estate: One of the oldest homes in the city, Lord Albrecht is said to never rest, his wife at the time of his death was delivering their baby at home the evening before Halloween many many years ago. Whilst driving home to not miss the delivery, Lord Albecht cut off a Michael Solomon, the leader of the gang in the area. Solomon followed the Lord home that night and before the Lord could get to his wife he was gunned down in driveway. Solomon made his way into the estate looking for the family members, he was known for not leaving any family members alive once he had killed the men. He made his way to the main bedroom and could hear crying behind the door, upon opening the door it is said that Solomon raised his gun to kill the new family, but was stabbed multiple times before he could. The police records indicate that Lady Albrecht saw her husband stab the man from behind, but when she ran to greet him at their bedroom door there was no one there. The police report also states that Michael Solomon sustained multiple stab wounds, but Lord Albrecht was already dead in the driveway. It is said till this day that Lord Albrecht’s spirit still walks the halls is his old home, waiting to see his new born, and anyone foolish enough to trespass into the main bedroom does not leave the house. Multiple people have reported seeing a man wandering the estate at night. So when visiting this haunted house, take your time and enjoy the tour, but avoid the master bedroom less ye wish to meet the same fate as Michael Solomon. #ai #aiart #aiartcommunity #icreateworlds #cyberpunk #roleplay #dnd #story #storyboarding #dungeonmaster #game #followalong #midjourney #haunt #halloween #halloweenhaunt #scarystories #ficticious https://www.instagram.com/p/CkU5Xm5uYuj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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DON’T FORGET TO LISTEN TO THE PODCAST VERSION OF THE STORY Jaime Jimenez adjusted his goggles, slipping the cloth that was wrapped around his head under the straps. He glanced at the others through the tinted lens, twelve in total. They were waiting for his command, a gesture to move forth into the scorching light. He jabbed his finger in front of him, and the group stealthily moved forward,…

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I’ve been listening to “Back Woods Horror Stories” on YouTube. Right now, it is daylight outside and I am trying to rearrange furniture in the house by myself. Every time I hear a slight noise my heart starts to race. Have to tell myself IT IS NOT A WEREWOLF OR CHUPACABRA, you’re fine! YOU’RE FINE!!!!!

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⭐ 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 (Friday Tale)

Once upon a moonlit evening, in a forgotten nook of a European hamlet, there wandered a forlorn and nameless child. The shadows, as nebulous caretakers in lieu of parents, had nurtured this solitary soul, drifting through a realm of abandonment and yearning for a love never known. Destiny took a peculiar turn when the child chanced upon a map of treasures, graced with the emblem of a solemn iron cross. The pursuit of this cryptic path led the youngster to a desolate dwelling, where echoes of days long past whispered through the timeworn walls.

Within the aged abode, the child encountered a shadow, cast upon the wall like an arcane puppet. It took the form of a sagacious black wolf, its eyes ablaze in a crimson glow, a creature of mystique and wisdom.

This ethereal being spun tales of fortitude and kinship, urging the child to embrace the latent wolf within and metamorphose into a valiant hero. Convinced that the key to liberation from loneliness lay in proving his prowess, the child, accompanied by other nameless, wayward comrades, heeded the wolf's counsel. Together, they set forth on a quest, targeting those who held stars in higher regard than crosses, committing a grisly act culminating in the dismemberment of their final victim and the consumption of his lifeblood. This sinister rite triggered a ghastly transformation, turning the child and companions into wolves—no longer humans but creatures of fur, fang, and primal instincts. Forever bound to servitude under the shadowy wolf's commands, they became creatures ensnared in a predatory existence.

Their days unfolded in a lamentable cycle of solitude, shunned by all who refused to utter a word to them. The once-human pack continued their predatory pursuits, hunting down those who cherished stars. Yet, an ominous shift in the tides of justice transpired one fateful day. A cadre of hunters, sanctioned by the law, intervened. They pursued, captured, and imprisoned the child-wolves behind a sealed door within a desolate abyss. Confined within the unforgiving cage, they faced an eternity of solitary penance, their unheard howls reverberating in the caverns of isolation.

Humanity, forever haunted, would remember them as a tragic aberration, a mournful tale etched in the annals of their collective memory.

The trilogy is complete 🪦

Read an Excerpt: A Pocket full of Posies

Who will be the one to fall? In this terrifying spin on the old rhyme, a family moves to a seemingly perfect town only to discover that it is anything but normal.

The scent of the town engulfs Parker in its perfume the moment she enters the gates. So much so that she nearly forgets all about the life that she left behind and the best friend she abandoned. Coronation is a place where she and her parents can have a new start. And as soon as Parker gets there, its peacefulness puts her at ease. Everyone is nice. The tennis team immediately accepts her. Even the boys are easy to talk to. The only thing that she can’t quite understand is the town’s history—its devotion to the saint, Rosamund, who helped the original town settlers survive their first winter all those years ago.

But she isn’t the only skeptic. Whatever you do, hold on tight. Don’t fall down, the boy tells her frantically before the town’s yearly Spring Festival—thrown in Rosamund’s honor to encourage the harvest. But Parker can’t help it. The vibrant festival immediately draws her into the gardens, the rows of flowers, the food, the laughter. Linked together with the other girls, Parker finds herself spinning with the other girls, struggling to stay in sync. Tilting forward, it’s as if her balance has been taken from her.

Because Rosamund has been waiting. Parker has been chosen. Coronation’s next Rose Duchess has been crowned, destined to fulfill her role unless she can find a way to uncover the truth.

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