Tubular Bells - original (horror, 01/11/2005, finished)
Dedicated to trivialt, because he requested a short horror drabble. The lack of quotation marks and puncutation in the speech was done for stylistic reasons.
The music came out of nowhere, starting suddenly enough to startle the couple on the beach. Haunting and pretty, bells and a bass guitar and the occasional break. It wasn't anything too spine-tingling terrifying, like the Halloween theme, which both would have recognized, or loud and brash and fast-pased, something that played in the horror movies when horrible murders were taking place. As a matter of fact, it was actually fitting, blending in with the crashing of the waves in an interesting mix. It was simple music, that was all.
i dont like this
That came from one of the pair, as he glanced around the deserted beach, shadowy in the darkness with no comforting light of any moon to penetrate the darkness.
its just music
The exsperation of the other could be heard in his voice; had there been enough light to illuminate his face, he'd be rolling his eyes as an added effect.
but music just doesnt start up out of nowhere its like a horror movie when the music starts up and you just know someones gonna die well it aint gonna be me im leaving now you can stay here and insist that 'its just music' and die for all i care
The outburst was unexpected, leaving the other of the pair wide-eyed in shock that it had actually happened. But the shock lasted for only a moment before he could recover and narrowed his eyes at his friend.
everythings a damn horror movie to you how many times do i have to tell you that theyre just movies and shit that happens in em doesn't happen in real life its probably from just one of the houses we passed
The words were said in a bored tone, simple and straightforward; they lacked any effort to convince the other, as if the argument were so overdone and used up, he'd given up any attempt at bringing about a sudden epiphany. He turned away after saying them, turned away to dig out a cigarette and lighter and cup his palm around the flame that, for a brief moment, illuminated the darkness between the two figures. Had he not been turned around, maybe he would have seen what lingered under the cover of darkness and hid itself in the music.
theyre not theyre nOT THEYRE NOT theyre real as real as you and me and ill make you believe in them i swear i will and youll regret it andgodiediEDIE
He turned around at that outburst, his shock far too great to be overcome in a moment this time. The cigarette lit only a few moments before was his lifeline this time, a drag allowing him time to gather straying thoughts before the silence forced him to reply.
you should stop watching all those damned movies theyre going to your head and before you know it-
The butcher knife - who carries a butcher knife with them when leaving the house? he thought in that last moment where reality was far, far away and just before pain hit him - struck directly in his chest, with enough force to pierce through skin and flesh and bone and into muscle, proving that his last, unfinished statement, had it been finished, would have been true.
its just like a horror movie see
A gurgle of blood was his only answer.
The music came out of nowhere, starting suddenly enough to startle the couple on the beach. Haunting and pretty, bells and a bass guitar and the occasional break. It wasn't anything too spine-tingling terrifying, like the Halloween theme, which both would have recognized, or loud and brash and fast-pased, something that played in the horror movies when horrible murders were taking place. As a matter of fact, it was actually fitting, blending in with the crashing of the waves in an interesting mix. It was simple music, that was all.
i dont like this
That came from one of the pair, as he glanced around the deserted beach, shadowy in the darkness with no comforting light of any moon to penetrate the darkness.
its just music
The exsperation of the other could be heard in his voice; had there been enough light to illuminate his face, he'd be rolling his eyes as an added effect.
but music just doesnt start up out of nowhere its like a horror movie when the music starts up and you just know someones gonna die well it aint gonna be me im leaving now you can stay here and insist that 'its just music' and die for all i care
The outburst was unexpected, leaving the other of the pair wide-eyed in shock that it had actually happened. But the shock lasted for only a moment before he could recover and narrowed his eyes at his friend.
everythings a damn horror movie to you how many times do i have to tell you that theyre just movies and shit that happens in em doesn't happen in real life its probably from just one of the houses we passed
The words were said in a bored tone, simple and straightforward; they lacked any effort to convince the other, as if the argument were so overdone and used up, he'd given up any attempt at bringing about a sudden epiphany. He turned away after saying them, turned away to dig out a cigarette and lighter and cup his palm around the flame that, for a brief moment, illuminated the darkness between the two figures. Had he not been turned around, maybe he would have seen what lingered under the cover of darkness and hid itself in the music.
theyre not theyre nOT THEYRE NOT theyre real as real as you and me and ill make you believe in them i swear i will and youll regret it andgodiediEDIE
He turned around at that outburst, his shock far too great to be overcome in a moment this time. The cigarette lit only a few moments before was his lifeline this time, a drag allowing him time to gather straying thoughts before the silence forced him to reply.
you should stop watching all those damned movies theyre going to your head and before you know it-
The butcher knife - who carries a butcher knife with them when leaving the house? he thought in that last moment where reality was far, far away and just before pain hit him - struck directly in his chest, with enough force to pierce through skin and flesh and bone and into muscle, proving that his last, unfinished statement, had it been finished, would have been true.
its just like a horror movie see
A gurgle of blood was his only answer.