bakerstreet | Horror

the horror tropes meme

The night descends, and you find yourself alone. Everything about the situation is horror movie code for "you're dead". There might be one way out... one person you can rely on to work your way out of the situation.

Of course, they might just be the person who wants to kill you.

r u l e s ;
1. Post your character with their Name - Canon - Any preferences in the subject line.
2. (Optional) Pick a scenario for your character, and set the scene!
3. Go around and tag other people.
4. Friend or foe? Will you be helping the person you've tagged, or trying to kill them?

s c e n a r i o s ;
1. abandoned area: Wherever you are, the place is rotting and dying in front of your eyes. Old steel rusts and cobwebs dangle from every surface. It smells like mould and dust, and it's so easy to believe there are ghosts and skeletons around every corner.

2. all hallows eve: A halloween party can be a fantastic evening of fun frights and too many drinks. Or it can be a disaster, where the horrors are far more authentic and the blood on your friends' costumes isn't from the costume shop.

3. always night: Why are you out in the dead of night? Don't you know that's when the boogeyman comes out? ... What do you mean it's midday... the sky couldn't be blacker.

4. the calls are coming from inside the house: If you're home, you can't be harmed, right? The alarm would have sounded if someone broke a window... So why are there footsteps and creepy breathing coming from the kitchen?

5. camp unsafe isn't safe anymore: So you decided to spend an innocent summer at camp... You should have chosen one with a less ominous name.

6. don't go in the woods: ... Seriously? Why would you go there?

7. hell hotel: Oh, no, I'm sure that run down hotel on a hill where there are rumours of disappearances is completely safe.

8.indian burial ground: Or any burial ground. Graveyards and their dead trees are the safest places to spend a cold, gloomy night.

9. new house new problems: So you've just moved into a lovely new house! Fantastic! But did they tell you about the murderer who just escaped from prison?

10. anything else: If there's something you really want to do -- kidnapping, torture, mad scientists in their laboratory -- use this option!
(originally posted by CHECKPOINT/DELETED JOURNAL)

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[Look, this meme is made for the house. There's obvious prompts that work here, and some that don't. Let's just jam.]

[Knock knock!]]

[A man with stupid hair and cargo shorts stands on the porch of The House with a bag of delicious-smelling Taco Bell in one hand and his phone in the other. The little arrow on the GPS is pointing him here, so surely this is the right place!]

[Rusted iron windchimes make dull sounds as a breeze passes by. The front porch creaks loudly under Larry's feet. And when he knocks on the door, it swings open of its own accord, groaning loudly as it does so.

There are no signs of inhabitants, no hint of whoever ordered the Taco Bell.]

While he rocks on his heels at the entrance, Larry takes a moment to look around the house. Man...somebody really let this place go. Maybe they'd be in the market for someone to give it a fresh coat of paint or rebuild the steps? While he's not a carpenter he makes up what he lacks in experience with endless elbow grease. The creak pulls his head out of the clouds.

As the door swings inward, Larry waits for the face of his customer to appear. When it doesn't, a small pout of concern forms on his lips.

Fingers spread gently against the face of the door as he pushes it open just a little further and pokes his head in. He calls out with a playful, "Hewoow?"

There is an aching sound, down the hall, rhythmic and slow. The sound of a wooden rocking horse against a wooden floor. Beyond that, no response to the cheery greeting. The air is dusty and stale, a hint of a mildew scent in the air.

The house almost seems to be holding its breath, waiting to see what Larry does next.

His eyes flick around the entryway, noting the lack of...living people...He looks at his phone again and sure enough, this is the last house on this street, just like on the GPS.

The sound though...could it be a forgetful granny who ordered four soft tacos, a crunchwrap supreme, and some cinnamon twists creaking away in her rocker? He knocks on the door as he takes his first steps in.

"Jhonson? Order for Johnson?" He raises his voice but it isn't a yell. Another step, another, he's almost entirely free of the safety of the open door. "Hellooo, Door Dash!"

Somewhere in the depths of the house's many rooms, a radio turns on, a staticky radio broadcast offering the facsimile of Real Human Voices down the hall. Bait to lure Larry in deeper, to abandon the nice friendly exit and move further in.

Larry swallows said bait hook, line, and sinker. Ah, what a relief to hear voices! This place was pretty spooky. But he shouldn't judge! Maybe the homeowner has just fallen on hard times. He remembers living out of his car for a few weeks and that sucked.

Finally his hand leaves the door. He pockets his phone to shift the bag of wet ground beef from one hand to the other as he continues knocking on the walls as he passes in hopes of getting his customer's attention. He hopes they won't be mad at him for just waltzing in, but the instructions said to DELIVER TO THE PERSON, not just leave it outside, and Larry wanted that tip.

"Hellooooooo, Door Dash!"

SLAM!

The door shuts behind Larry, like a mouth shutting around a piece of candy placed inside it, and all the other noises in the house cease completely.

Larry swallows a yelp and all but juggles the increasingly damp brown paper bag, just managing not to spill the tacos all over the floor. He stares at the door, brows disappearing up the length of his five-head.

He is between the source of the sound and the front door. It's time to make a decision. Maybe...maybe it is time to forget about the tip. Larry diverts from his original quest, now in search of a kitchen table to deposit the Taco Bell on.

Once he finds one, he deposits the bag and all but skips back to the door. Larry turns the handle.

The door...is locked.

Jammed, perhaps, even. Either way, it is not opening to release him upon the world again. He's only just arrived, after all.

He twists the doorknob and rattles the door in its frame as his fear mounts. Possibilities start popping up in Larry's mind like Instagram notifications. This could be a serial killer trap. This could be a condemned building he's now stuck inside of and if he calls the cops he might get in trouble for trespassing. Or...or this could be a hit new reality TV show.

He really hopes it's the last one.

Larry tries to twist his fear into annoyance. Maybe some one is playing a trick on him and he's going to get the opportunity to be big mad at them because he's got other shit to deliver! Indeed, there is a bag of McDonalds sitting in the passenger seat of his car right now slowly getting cold.

He draws in a breath through his nose, swipes a hand through his hair, and turns back to face the house.

"Okay, ya got me! You can come out now! I gotta get back to work..."

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( Huuuge fan of horror. I'm up for anything, from campy to gross and gory, AU or canon setting. )

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