#indie horror rp

send me one and my muse will react! DARK version.

_{^{1/ “robbing houses on halloween?classic.”
2/ “is that a real knife? is that REAL BLOOD!?”
3/ “i don’t see how ‘satanic ritual in the graveyard on halloween is “FUN” but im in.”
4/ “i think that is a REAL dead body”
5/ “sneaking into the horror house at night, what could go wrong!?”
6/ “i think someones in the house…”
7/ “real pigs blood and hearts? where did you get that?”
8/ “why are you dressed like that killer they’ve been trying to catch? NOT funny.”
9/ “sit still, it’ll only hurt for a minute!”
10/ “let me go my friends will be looking for me!”
11/ “did you hear that?”
12/ “RUN!”}}

send me — BUMP IN THE NIGHT! —

_{^{for my character to react to hearing scratches, screams
or otherwise unnerving sounds while trying to get to sleep.}}

open to: f/nb | suggestion connections: current/previous student, best friend turned lover, childhood friend turned lover, colleague, daughter’s friend, daughter of friend, etc.

       they had to have gotten away with it, right? she did everything that she needed to do to make sure that it seemed like it was self defense — especially since she had a witness. the plan had been in the works for years, and it started with the photographs of bruises and recordings of him yelling at her. and because she knew his lawyers would make her look like the villain in the marriage… it had to end this way. the two of them told him of their affair, and he was angry… very angry. she hurt his ego in the worst way possible, so the minute he came after her and she did what she could. unfortunately it was bloodier that she had wanted it to be… but that was fine. blood didn’t matter to her, because she had gotten away with it.

      after calling the cops and giving her statement, she had pulled the other into the bathroom and into the large shower that she had once shared with her dead husband. maybe she should’ve been upset about it, or maybe she should’ve been a little shaken over killing someone… but she was overjoyed. as she started the water, she stripped herself and got into the warmth. “will you help me wash my back?” she questioned, a wiggle of her eyebrows as she grinned. the way she spoke was suggestive, showing off her body though it was a little… messed up that she was flirting when the two had just committed a murder. but ava was a little messed up having to live with him for over twenty years. who could blame her?