Horror prompt
anonymous
October 26 2010, 22:39:08 UTC
Babes, it's October. That means candy, really bad old movies, creepy commercials, and most importantly, never sleeping without a light on.
So give me your haunted houses, your demon possessions, your creepy little girls, monsters, whatever. Let there be blood dripping from the damn walls, voices from everywhere yet nowhere, and glimpses of horrifying things from the corner of eyes. I want our boys locked in a screaming nightmare of a reality and I want it to keep me looking over my shoulder every time I'm home alone after reading it.
John and Sherlock are favored, but would massively enjoy Lestrade, Mycroft, any of the rest of the cast being tied in as well.
Also, happy endings and slash are optional. (And anon may forever be in your debt if you manage with neither, but will adore anything provided regardless. <3)
Re: Horror promptvelvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 07:43:45 UTC
Oh yeah. I think I can manage neither happy ending nor slash (unless you squint and are particularly twisted) for you. I'll probably be ready to post by tomorrow. Welcome to what haunts me. Bwahahahahaha.
FILL: The Spirit Child 1A (Read with caution!)velvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 21:13:19 UTC
Okay, so this is veeeeeerry loosely based off a number of nightmares that I've had. No warning other than it's very dark, disturbing and violent.
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"Seriously, you are not digging up a grave, Sherlock," said John. "I draw the line. We aren't going there." Even in the middle of the day Highgate Cemetary was creepy place, but on a moonless night at 3 am it was downright oppressively disturbing.
"Oh come," said Sherlock, waving his torch at the vine encrusted stonework and slanted stones buried in fall color. "You aren't superstitious now."
"I'm not objecting because I'm superstitious. I'm objecting because it's illegal." He turned around and waved his torch back the way they came. It's light seemed dim and feeble, and served less to illuminate than to create disturbing shadows. Why, oh, why did they make angels with such dead expressions? Those blank faces and unseeing eyes looked rather more disdainful and forbidding when lit from beneath
( ... )
Re: FILL: The Spirit Child 1B (Read with caution!)velvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 21:14:51 UTC
It took the better part of half an hour to flag down a late night cabbie to bring them to Barts. Sherlock let them into the lab using his own key. Hall outside was dimly lit and eerily quiet. John found the silence curiously heavy
( ... )
Re: FILL: The Spirit Child 2A (Read with caution!)velvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 21:16:32 UTC
John was exhausted, but for some reason sleep seemed to elude him. He'd never noticed how creaky the flat was. The boards seemed to pop and groan at odd times. The pipes let out odd moans and aches. John stared at the ceiling and for some reason the pattern of light through the warped glass of his window reminded him of the hash marks left on Mrs. Tesh's belly
( ... )
Re: FILL: The Spirit Child 2B (Read with caution!)velvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 21:17:48 UTC
It was light enough to see Sherlock's face. John blinked his betrayal desperately at him. I thought you were my friend. Don't use me this way.
"You wonder why I, a man of science, would stoop to superstition. Consider: the afterlife is the one area that my deductive reasoning can't touch. To have a way to see beyond the physical world into the spiritual one I'd need a conduit. Beyond the sheer joy of having an entirely new area open to scientific inquiry and exploration, there is the practical matter of solving crime so much faster. Corpses already tell me so much, but imagine how much more I'd learn if I could actually communicate with their departed spirits!"
But you are already so good at that, you've no need…"This child will be a spiritual seeing eye dog for me. You understand I have to try
( ... )
Re: FILL: The Spirit Child 3A (Read with caution!)velvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 21:19:03 UTC
John went to work at the clinic, feeling shaky. His stomach hurt and not just from the scratches. There was a kind of sick heaviness to it that was worse when he walked too fast. He paused between patients and bent over his desk, holding himself propped with his arms
( ... )
Re: FILL: The Spirit Child 3B (Read with caution!)velvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 21:20:46 UTC
But the next day he felt worse. He'd tried sodium bismuth and simethicone, but neither seemed to do a thing. He obsessively pressed his belly searching for sore spots that might indicate blockages or infections, but nothing. The only outward symptom at all was that his belly had rounded out, which simply confirmed the presence of an abundance of gas. He refused to consider any other possibility
( ... )
Re: FILL: The Spirit Child 3C (Read with caution!)velvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 21:23:12 UTC
John pushed away, finding his feet. He backed towards the door. "Where did you get that?" It was exactly like his dream.
Sherlock looked down at the phlebotomy equipment. "These? They came from my room. And before that they came from Bart's. Surely you recognize this, there's nothing to be alarmed at."
"Why would you have it."
"To collect my blood, of course," said Sherlock. "It's the easiest source of hemoglobin, invaluable to many experiments. You're being paranoid, John. I need to test you for psychoactive substances." His eyes pleaded. "Please, be reasonable. Would you rather I took you to Barts and had it done by the emergency room?"
John slowly shook his head. "You have experience?"
"I've taken my own blood an average of three times a month for years. If anything it should be easier to take yours, being that I'll have use of both my hands."
It seemed so reasonable, and Sherlock's expression was so calm and sensible. John gave in. What if he were hallucinating this all up. It was crazy after all. He could
( ... )
Re: FILL: The Spirit Child 3E (Read with caution!)velvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 21:25:55 UTC
"I need it out!" John shouted. The thing squirmed and pressed. His skin itched and hurt as something hard and angular moved. His liver hurt. He could feel organs that normally he shouldn't as they were pressed and pounded. "It's kicking me. Oh god, it's going to burst me apart!"
"Calm down!" Sherlock said, grabbing his shoulders. "It's in your head. It's not real."
John remembered his old army med kit. It was under his desk. There was a scalpel in there. It was insane to contemplate doing surgery on himself, but the situation was desperate. He could do it. He longed to do it
( ... )
Re: FILL: The Spirit Child 3F (Read with caution!)velvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 21:29:13 UTC
They waited, while it seemed to John he just grew huger. He couldn't see his feet past the rise of his belly. It was simply impossible for this to be all in his head. It was too consistent, to constant. At times when John looked over, he noticed Sherlock had an odd smile on his face, as if he found the whole thing interesting and satisfying. When he noticed John's attention he quickly changed his expression to concern
( ... )
Re: FILL: The Spirit Child 3G (Read with caution!)velvet_maceOctober 27 2010, 21:30:37 UTC
John struggled harder. Ignoring all discomfort he managed to yank his left wrist free. The sheet immediately loosened. Gripping his painful belly he sat up and began working on the knots at his feet. One freed, he managed to kick the sheet loose from the footboard. He then moved quickly, who knew how little time he had left
( ... )
So give me your haunted houses, your demon possessions, your creepy little girls, monsters, whatever. Let there be blood dripping from the damn walls, voices from everywhere yet nowhere, and glimpses of horrifying things from the corner of eyes. I want our boys locked in a screaming nightmare of a reality and I want it to keep me looking over my shoulder every time I'm home alone after reading it.
John and Sherlock are favored, but would massively enjoy Lestrade, Mycroft, any of the rest of the cast being tied in as well.
Also, happy endings and slash are optional. (And anon may forever be in your debt if you manage with neither, but will adore anything provided regardless. <3)
Just take this wherever it leads you, lovelies.
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I am so excited now, I can't wait. Thank you!
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"Seriously, you are not digging up a grave, Sherlock," said John. "I draw the line. We aren't going there." Even in the middle of the day Highgate Cemetary was creepy place, but on a moonless night at 3 am it was downright oppressively disturbing.
"Oh come," said Sherlock, waving his torch at the vine encrusted stonework and slanted stones buried in fall color. "You aren't superstitious now."
"I'm not objecting because I'm superstitious. I'm objecting because it's illegal." He turned around and waved his torch back the way they came. It's light seemed dim and feeble, and served less to illuminate than to create disturbing shadows. Why, oh, why did they make angels with such dead expressions? Those blank faces and unseeing eyes looked rather more disdainful and forbidding when lit from beneath ( ... )
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"You wonder why I, a man of science, would stoop to superstition. Consider: the afterlife is the one area that my deductive reasoning can't touch. To have a way to see beyond the physical world into the spiritual one I'd need a conduit. Beyond the sheer joy of having an entirely new area open to scientific inquiry and exploration, there is the practical matter of solving crime so much faster. Corpses already tell me so much, but imagine how much more I'd learn if I could actually communicate with their departed spirits!"
But you are already so good at that, you've no need…"This child will be a spiritual seeing eye dog for me. You understand I have to try ( ... )
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Sherlock looked down at the phlebotomy equipment. "These? They came from my room. And before that they came from Bart's. Surely you recognize this, there's nothing to be alarmed at."
"Why would you have it."
"To collect my blood, of course," said Sherlock. "It's the easiest source of hemoglobin, invaluable to many experiments. You're being paranoid, John. I need to test you for psychoactive substances." His eyes pleaded. "Please, be reasonable. Would you rather I took you to Barts and had it done by the emergency room?"
John slowly shook his head. "You have experience?"
"I've taken my own blood an average of three times a month for years. If anything it should be easier to take yours, being that I'll have use of both my hands."
It seemed so reasonable, and Sherlock's expression was so calm and sensible. John gave in. What if he were hallucinating this all up. It was crazy after all. He could ( ... )
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"Calm down!" Sherlock said, grabbing his shoulders. "It's in your head. It's not real."
John remembered his old army med kit. It was under his desk. There was a scalpel in there. It was insane to contemplate doing surgery on himself, but the situation was desperate. He could do it. He longed to do it ( ... )
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