Title: Bloody Shirt Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale Music:“Bloody Shirt (BASTILLE Remix)” by To Kill A King Rating:PG-13 Warnings:Blood/gore, bugs, body horror, horror in general Summary:Cecil wasn’t the first Night Vale radio host, after all. Notes: Thanks to Alex/maladyofthequotidian for encouraging me from the very beginning to make this and scribe for being the one to actually get me to finish it.
When we first moved in 2 this house my dad would try to scare me by knocking on closets at night so one night i went to confront him but he was sleeping and i could hear the knocking within the closet right next to me so i ran to bed and all the closets in my house started knocking in unison and for a couple of months after that they would still knock periodically but my mom tried blaming it on like. Earthquakes or something but then one day i accidentally recorded a dark shape crouching with glowing eyes and it stopped and thinking back that was so fucked up bro
I come back here 2 post the same images constantly but fr that is the scariest shit ive ever had happen to me look at that fuckin thing crouched in front of my heater what the fuck. My phone moves so the second image is from a higher angle but why does it have eyes. What the fuck man.
Description: A cover image of my book MEAT EATERS coming in 2025. The picture is a close up of a pale girl looking panicked. She’s dirty with twigs and leaves tangled in her hair and dirt on her face. Hot pink blood stains her lips and teeth.
Below that is a text blurb: Meredith McClaren’s MEAT EATERS, which explores trauma and how it changes a person when a 17 year old girl wakes up unharmed after a seemingly fatal attack, only to find she no longer has a heartbeat and is craving a very particular diet, to Michelle Nguyen at Oni Press, with Zack Soto editing, for publication in winter 2025, by Jessica Mileo at Inkwell Management (world).
Description: An illustration of a bathroom bathed in hot pink light. The camera is looking through an open stall door. Through the door, at the sinks is a figure in a black suit and a stag skull mask. They hold a knife and are turned towards the audience.
UPDATE: I’m so sorry, I always forget when I post creepy stuff that they need trigger warnings. Y’all are more than welcome to remind me when I mess that up though.
Description: A shot of an old timey elevator with doors you had to close yourself. A woman is looking down at her phone. Behind her, disembodied feet and a dress float behind her.
They simply sat, the tips of her fingers tracing over the center of his face-plate as the seven foot tall robot nervously clicked his own fingers together over the far too small kitti-kat blanket the children had placed over him and made a muffled sound that reminded her of a laboring laptop fan.
The sounds of children continued settling around them until even the brief rustling of blankets and far from silent giggles between friends evened out into the soft and steady sounds of breathing. Sharing that space with the nap time music, the faint rumbles of central cooling and the far off sounds of the rest of the Pizza-plex going on with their chaotic and brightly colored fun just outside of the Daycare doors.
All was quiet in this darkened sea of stars.
“…I think they’re all asleep.” Moon offered cautiously, the white glow of his eyes shifting to look up at her. “You can let me up -”
She knew he could get back up immediately if he wanted to - in a blink their head, body and joints contorting and realigning in a manner stolen straight from a horror movie - but never in front of the children.
Mr. Moon wanted peaceful dreamers - not nightmares.
(Though judging by the occasional guest complaints that was always going to be unavoidable)
“Mm. No.” She stared back down with a small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth, challenging to match that stare despite the brightness making her instinctively squint. “Remember - the kid’s agreement was that they would nap only if you napped. You need to keep your word, Moon.”
can’t stop thinking about Stephen Graham Jones’The Only Good Indians since I read it over new year’s. Just full to the brimwith gorgeous horror/slasher imagery that I can’t get out of my head, so this piece is probably the first of several. :D
