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the horror movie/location meme

WARNING: THIS MEME DEALS WITH DISTURBING/GROSS TOPICS. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Use random.org to decide on a movie and then one of the prompts that follow. Or just choose one and play it out! Or, if you want to cover all the prompts in a movie subject, feel free! Additionally, if you want to use any of the locations provided, go ahead! If you just want to play in those settings, go right ahead!

If there's something on here that you don't see listed and you want to play it, go ahead!

01) SAW:

a) You and a friend/relative/acquaintance have woken up in a dark, dingy room and are chained together - quite literally. Will you be able to get out or is this your final moment? Better hurry up because the clock's ticking.

b) Perhaps you decided to lock this person up and test them to see if they really do appreciate their life. Will you listen to their pleas for help or just sit back and watch them suffer?

c) Congratulations! You survived your trap! Now, how has your life changed or are you still committing the same crime you were judged for months later?

02) Final Destination:

a) You have just seen your friends/loved ones die in horrific ways in the area you're at. Do you try to save who you can and be labeled as batshit or do you just accept your fate?

b) It seems like Death is claming its' victims one by one and you two are next. Do you try to outrun it, thinking you can escape Death or decide that it's your time to go?

c) Lucky you. The two of you have managed to elude Death for all this time. But, it seems like Death has other plans for you. Better watch yourself.

03) The Ring:

a) You've received a mysterious tape from a friend. Do you decide to watch it with a friend or try to destroy it? Though, a phone call will result with someone saying, "Seven days..."

b) Thought it was just a fluke? Guess again. A creepy girl starts to climb out of your TV and wants to kill you. What do you try to do?

c) You've survived! But, wait - someone's deciding to watch this very same tape! Stop them before it's too late!

04) Battle Royale:

a) You and someone else have just woke up in a strange room on the promise you're going on a vacation. And now, someone's telling you that this is a game for a television show and you're the star. You're given a weapon, but do you decide to go through with killing everyone else in this room or try to fight through the influence?

b) You've decided to go through with killing these people. After all, all you want to do is go home to your family, right? But, your best friend is your target now. What will you do?

c) Good luck on surviving the program! Or is it really the end? It seems like The Program isn't done screwing with you yet. Do you take who you can and hightail it to another country or resign yourself to another round of it?

05) The Birds:

Oh no, the birds have gone batshit! Do you try to deal with them yourself like the badass you think you are or do you take cover and hide?

06) A Nightmare on Elm's Street:

a) Last night you had the craziest dream! You were stalked through a dark boiler room by a severely burned figure with sharp knives attached to the fingers on a glove on his right hand. Your pursuer closes in and slices you, but just as he's about to do you in you woke up. But wait, why do you have cuts in your pajamas? That didn't really happen, right...? Maybe you should talk to a friend about this. Hope the same thing didn't happen to them....

b) So you've succesfully managed to pull the psycho killer out of his dream world and into reality. He's only human. Hope you have a good plan and those booby traps you and your friend set up around the house will get the job done.

c) Congrats! You survived and your friends who were all brutally murdered have magically come back to life! How do you cope with this? At least it will be safe to sleep now. Or is it...?

07) Paranormal Activity:

a) A good friend of yours recently told you that they've been haunted by some sort of presence for as long as they can remember and... it's not exactly friendly. Problem is, they just moved and they're pretty sure whatever it was has followed them to their new home. They sound pretty worried, but there's no way any of this is real, right? Maybe you should head over and set up some cameras. If anything it'll make your friend feel better and you can both get a good laugh out of it.

b) So. Something actually showed up on that tape and you've been told that this presence isn't a ghost. Oh no, it's something much worse. You've got a demon after you. It feeds off of negative energy and is intent on tormenting you no matter where you go. You probably shouldn't provoke it. Who knows what'll happen.

c) You and a friend have come across a series of tapes. They look to be home videos, amateur paranormal investigations of someone's home. What you see on them is... disturbing to say the least. Deformed shadows on the walls, doors opening and closing on their own, screeches and screams coming from something that is clearly not human. The more you watch, the worse it gets and it quickly becomes apparent that whoever filmed this is most likely dead. What do you do with this information? Do you go investigate yourself? Turn the tapes over to the police? Or maybe just write it all off, believe it's not real. It's gotta be an indie film or something, man.

08) Silent Hill:

a) You've just received a letter from a friend/sibling/parent/lover/significant other. Problem is, they're, well how to put this gently... they're kind of dead. The letter tells you to meet them in some town you've never heard of. Maybe you feel guilty, maybe you think it's some sort of sick trick and want to go punch whoever sent the letter in the face, or maybe... maybe you're just curious, but whatever your reason, you do as the letter says. Upon your arrival you run into someone who looks oddly familiar...

b) It's been hours and you're no closer to finding out the truth behind this letter than you were when you arrived. You decide to explore an abandoned hotel and as you search it you come across a videotape. You're hesitant to watch it, but this could give you more information. But... wait... is that you? And this other person... it's the one who sent you the letter. Wait. Wait. Why does it look like you're killing them?

c) Oh, crap. Pyramid Head is around the corner. Better start running!

01) Graveyard: Pretty spooky place to be at this time of night, huh? Hopefully this place isn't haunted by evil spirits or inhabited by a serial killer on the loose!

02) Mental Institution: Even with this place being abandoned, you can't help but hear the moans and screams of previous patients in these walls. Perhaps there's some deep, dark secret you can uncover here or maybe you'll also end up losing your own mind.

03) Abandoned Theme Park: Everything here is rusted completely, but you swear you can hear the screams of children on rides, among other things. Do you decide to investigate the place and try to figure out the secrets or do the sounds of kids screaming spurs something deep inside you?

04) Haunted House: Oh, boy! Let's go exploring! It seems like the wallpaper is already peeling and... what's that metallic smell coming from the basement? And what's with the doors opening and slamming closed? Hope you have a flashlight handy to make it through the night.

05) Church: Such a beautiful place, isn't it? But, are you sure you aren't hearing voices in an area where it's supposed to be quiet? Or, for that matter, are you sure you're not hallucinating seeing a god? And, it seems like the doors are closed already...

06) Random Area: You wake up in an unfamiliar location with there being no one around. The sheriff isn't in town, nor is the mayor or, quite frankly, anyone but another poor sap that woke up in this area. Hopefully you two can make it out of here alive before becoming a part of the town like the other visitors.

07) Hotel: There was nothing in sight for miles, so you and a friend decided to stop by at this rinky dink motel with the lights flickering every so often and everyone else just seeming complacent about being stuck in such a place. Perhaps there's something omnious about the bathroom's smell or what reeks in your room. At least there's HBO.

08) Zombies: Looks like popular media wasn't kidding when they said the undead would rise again in your town. Hope you have what you need to fend off the zombies and know what to do against them!

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[ to put it simply, this church was strange. surely, its current emptiness could be attributed to people being too busy for their Gods. however, that didn’t explain everything, did it? like the thin layer of dust that seemed to settle over everything from the pews to the organ, or the way even the pulpit seemed as though it hadn’t been touched in years.

it was, without a doubt, abandoned.

maybe that was the reason its atmosphere was so eerie. it most likely did not show on her face (not much did, these days, right?) but something about it set Hitagi on edge— it was a stark reminder of the night she spent with Oshino Meme, and the heavy crab. perhaps this was why she was so prepared to go on the offensive if need-be. ]

I would hope there is a reason for us visiting a place such as this, Sakura-san. Though it’s not very hard to tell you’ve got immense potential to be, in terms I hope even you will understand, “shady”…

How should I explain this for you?

[ a short pause ]

I think the best way to go about it would be to say that even the shadiest of criminals have reasons for doing the things they do. Isn’t that right?

So, what will it be, Sakura-san? What will you cite as your reasoning for bringing me here?

[ the wind rustled on the trees outside the church, you'd almost think the sounds were voices. echoing, whispering, talking to you while you walked along the walls of the building. it once harbored a different setting, bustling with the voices of actual people and not just the blowing wind. kyouko didn't take many people here, but when she did, it was for more than just idle chitchat. it was for much more than that, and .. well, she took hitagi here. once they entered, the door closed behind them. ]

Shut up.

[ why did she take hitagi here again? she kept having to go over and over in her mind that letting people in, trying to befriend them-- it will only stab you in the back eventually. the church they were inside of should have been a reminder of that. could this person really be someone she could trust? she talked a lot, she was mean, and tall, and she pissed her off a lot.. ]

I brought ya' here to tell you something. [ but the minute she said that, there was a loud crash off in the distance and kyouko's posture stiffened. she was caught off guard, to say the least, and so without a further moment's notice she turned around in the direction of the sound and made an angry noise. if it was a witch, then she'd be prepared to fight it. if it was a monster, she'd be prepared to fight it.

if it was the ghost of her father, and her family..

she'd be prepared to fight it. ]

What the hell was that? [ a beat, and then there's a grin on her features. ] Heh, bet it was a ghost. Are ya' gonna go check it out with me or are you too chicken? [ she stares over her shoulder at the other girl, arms still carrying the bag of food she brought with her. there would be time for that later! she wasn't going to leave it behind, or let it go to waste of course. after all, if all else failed, she had something to snack on during their investigation. ]

I’m not sure questioning my courage would be the best decision in a situation like this. Haven’t you heard stories of angry ghosts who eat up brats like you? Rather than checking it out, it might be in your best interest to get out while you still can.

[ she isn’t declining by any means, of course. so, after a moment, she continues. her tone is just as even as before. ]

Or, what I should say is, if you’re intelligence is lacking enough that this seems like a good idea, I suppose it wouldn’t be impossible for me to accompany you.

[ with that, as she’s certain Kyouko won’t back out, she begins to move in the direction of the crash. it really is like something out of a ghost story, isn’t it? it’s possible she’s just slightly afraid, but… well, now she just wants to get to the bottom of why she was brought here. ]

I'm not goin' anywhere! You're the one who should be worried, I'm younger so I can run faster. Those pathetic legs of yours 're gonna slow you down, tch'.

[ though insults probably aren't her forte, she is definitely the kind of person who will viciously attack you like a vulture to a dead carcus if you provoke her. unfortunately for the both of them, this happens often. especially with hitagi. ]

Good idea, bad idea, who cares. If you're really too scared then stay behind, I can take care of it. [ really, she can. she can transform into her puella magi self and take care of whatever might come their way. though, at the same time, she'd be exposing herself and who she really is to hitagi.. does she care about that, though?

nah..

kyouko gets ahead of hitagi and runs to check out the source of the noise. when she arrives to the back of the church where she had heard it, there's .. nothing there. except a giant hole in the center of the ground. which, admittedly is quite strange.. who or what could have made a hole like that?

a gulp.

as tough as kyouko tries to be, even she's getting a little nervous now. ]

What's going on..?

[ it takes Hitagi a moment to catch up, admittedly. she isn’t running ahead like Kyouko did, so of course it would take her longer.

in her mind, she had been running through various ways of handling what they might encounter.

would it be something harmless, like a wild animal knocking things over? or was Kyouko right, perhaps? ghosts… weren’t something Hitagi would rule out of existence, so she couldn’t discount it. there was always the possibility of it being another human, too— an attacker of sorts, making themselves at home in God’s domain. that, without a doubt, she could handle. ]

A hole in the ground?

[ she takes a step forward, getting closer to it, but not too close. Hitagi isn’t a fool by a long shot. ]

It’s nothing worth getting scared over, Sakura-san. However, if you really feel the need to begin crying out of fear, I’ll gladly do you a favor by turning away. It will come with a price, of course, but you should feel privileged I’m offering to do this for you.

[The letter is simple enough--a short, businesslike request, neat black text on crisp white paper. A contact of a contact asking for a favor. There are certain things that are a bit too risky for those trying to live beneath the system, and paying for an expensive, complicated surgical procedure is one of them. Better to have another member of the underground handle the work and the cash.

The return address will take her on a long drive out of the city, through the brief fury of a thunderstorm and into a quiet, fog-shrouded town. It's overcast to begin with and starting to get dark, and as she pulls up to the hospital she might notice something odd--the cars in the lot are not only sparse, but rusty and outdated. The looming hospital building itself looks as though it was built a century ago, with tall windows, turrets and gray walls stained with the soot of years. Most of the windows are dark, though there are some dull yellowish lights visible on the first floor, through panes still wet from the departed rain.

Beneath the shade of the portico, by the glow of a corroded globe lamp, she should be able to make out an etched sign--Hopewell State Hospital.]

[She doesn't remember much of her day before the letter. It was...hazy. Fuzzed out, almost entirely. The day and everything before it, at least up until a week ago. Not enough to disturb her, she was working herself to exhaustion. Hiding. For...a reason she can't quite remember. In time, she might recall, but for now she has a point of focus. Somewhere to go. A favor, a debt to be paid. Why this was so urgent, she couldn't say. But it was, she needed to go to the place addressed, case in hand. And her revolver. It felt odd, too heavy and too hot in it's holster but. She carries it anyway.

The drive is long, the signs indistinct. But she finds her way down the long road, through the foggy, quiet town. Far too empty for this time of day, but then. IT was late. She's been driving for hours, hasn't she? Adele shakes her mind free of this and instead pulls in. Steps out of the car. Struck by the chill and damp she pulls her coat tighter around her as she makes her way to the door.

Old. Decrepit. How is it she is to work here? This place is all but abandoned, from what she can see. Once at the front door she hesitates. It might be better to go back. Send someone else. Something is terribly wrong here and she can't place it.

The moment passes and she pulls open the door, walking in.]

[The front lobby is wide, with leather-upholstered seats and an arched ceiling over the receptionist's dark oak desk. There's some floral-printed wallpaper up--some decorator's attempt to lend a sense of homeliness to the space--which is drooping in torn strips from its age, tanned and discolored beneath the dust-dampened light of the overhead chandelier. The tile floor looks as though it hasn't been swept in a long time, and the place is deeply quiet, apparently empty.

Though if Adele steps up and looks off to the side a bit, down the hall to the wards, she might catch a hint of movement--a momentary blotting out of the light from one of the windows.]

[Abandoned. Lit, and abandoned, and why on earth had the letter said to come here? The hairs on the back of her neck are up and she's still tempted to bolt, to turn around and drive back to her apartment. But that movement, that flicker of shadow has her turning. She doesn't call out, she does, however, follow.]

[That'll take her through a set of paned double doors and into a narrow hallway. The walls are white--half painted and half tiled, with flecks and shavings of the paint littering the floor, exposing a darker shade beneath where they fell. The paneled doors to the patient rooms are all shut, but the door at the end of the corridor is wide open. Whatever circuit the lights are on seems to terminate before that point, giving way to hazy shadow.

As she approaches, something a bit darker than the shadows there will step into view in the doorway, pause for half a moment as though making sure she sees it, then step across, vanishing behind the wall. It leaves a light sound in its wake--the scuff of a shoe on the linoleum--enough to imply form, but not quite enough to imply humanity.]

[Too far in to turn back now, even if she truly wished to do so. She can't help but think the front doors would be locked, and that every step deeper into this place seals her in. No going back. She squares her shoulders and continues down the hall, peering at the patient rooms. No place this decrepit could have patients still. No place this empty could be so silent. There should be bugs. Rustling of rodents. If anyone else was here she should hear them.

But. Nothing. Other than that scuff of a shoe, and at that? She draws her gun. She doesn't know what it is. She doesn't even know that there is anything there. But he is not going to take one more step unarmed. Habit has her pulling a light from her pocket and clipping it to her coat, flicking it on. Banishing the shadows. Sometimes it paid to be paranoid.

Fingers tight around her revolver, she continues through the door.]

[There's a junction there, a point where that corridor intersects another heading towards the back of the building. A paper map is tacked up on the wall, but is too curled and withered to be read, and the adjoining corridor is windowless and dark outside of the halo of her flashlight. The beam can dimly make out the form of a winding stairwell some distance away, and may catch a flash of something white moving in that direction--something solid.]

[She checks both directions, keeping that white shape in her peripheral vision. Nothing of import in the one direction, the stairs in the other..she doesn't know if they're safe, solid, but. That is the one clue she has to anything in this place. So she approaches, gun at the ready, waiting. She doesn't call out. She just...walks. Whatever it is, she's walking faster than it, her footsteps echoing in the hall. There's no cover. No door for her to hide behind. Just this shape, her gun, and the beam of light.]

[Indeed she is, but as she comes to the foot of the stairs, there's no one to be seen. No soft tread on the steps, no huddled shape crouched in the corner beside the wrought iron railing. No indication of anyone being there, aside from--

--the dust. There are marks in the dust as though it were shifted recently, on the steps and the bottom landing. No clear footprints, just some incoherent signs of disruption. No real trail.

Though having one is hardly necessary, as in a few moments she'll catch the sound of ragged breathing behind her.]

[Were it footprints, she'd be more at ease. People, after all, can be spoken to. Reasoned with. This indeterminate shuffling, this strange shifting of dust on tile has her locked up. This. This is a horror movie. And she's the victim.

She should go.

The breathing-

She whirls, gun out, back pressed against the stairs, defending that much at least.]

[The beam of light whips with her movement, glancing upon a flash of white again, a recoiling by the door. Above the door. If she leans back a little, the flashlight will catch it--a feminine shape in a skirted nurse's uniform, cap and all.

It's clinging to the stone like a spider, sprawled against the wall with the joints of its legs turned back at impossible angles. As the light hits it, it raises its head, revealing a face that is little more than a gangrenous mass. As Adele regards it, that mass shifts a little, slits open to expose rows of sharp, pointed teeth.

And then it jumps.]

[Adele doesn't wait for the jump proper. As soon as she sees those joints, that face, the beginning of the spit? She fires. Repeatedly, tightly aimed shots at the head and midsection.]

[There's a spurt of blood, a splash of wetness somewhere above Adele's head, and a choked cry. The nurse catches itself on the opposite wall, then tumbles to the landing, staggering to its feet with a purplish bloodstain blossoming over its chest.

Undeterred, it lunges for her, teeth bared.]

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Gale Hawthorne | Hunger Games

Heather Mason || Silent Hill

violet harmon | american horror story

kyouko sakura | puella magi madoka magica

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Adele LeBlanc | Original Character | OTA

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