Screams and Memories

🎵 Song of the Day: “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” – Bauhaus (Let it play while the sun sets. Let it echo in your ears like footsteps in an empty hallway.) --- ⚠️ Content Warning: This entry contains themes of body horror, paranoia, and psychological disintegration. --- The crawl started subtly—an itch just beneath the skin. Then the heat came. Not a fever, but something colder… like an infection that hadn’t decided what it wanted to be yet. 🥶 I shouldn’t have been outside. I should’ve been wrapped in a blanket, scrolling horror forums, pretending this wasn’t happening. But instead, I was in the car with Val, Rhett, and Danny—chasing a ghost of a video store called Rewind. Or maybe just chasing proof I wasn’t losing my mind. 🧠 We passed the gas station with the flickering sign. The billboard that’s always blank. The sky above us turned a deep, bruised purple, like something was spreading across the atmosphere itself. ☁️💜 > “This is dumb,” Rhett said for the tenth time. “We’re g...

📼 Long Live the New Flesh: Videodrome & The Signal That Changed Everything “The flesh is weak. But the signal? The signal is eternal.” These words haunted me—a prophecy that felt all too real. Even after the phone call ended, they echoed in my mind. I stared at the dimly lit screen in the dark room, the static still buzzing in my ears. "I warned you." Two words. No anger. Just finality. Like a file closing. A quiet click of a lock. 🔒 --- 📞 The Signal Reaches the Living Room A knock pulled me out of the haze. I opened the door, and there they were—Val, Rhett, and Danny. Pizza box and drinks in hand, ready for the movie night we had planned. But that ominous call had already rewritten the script. Val squinted at me. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I didn’t,” I whispered. “But I heard one.” We moved into the living room and I told them everything—the voice, the warning, the static. Rhett leaned in, eyes locked. “It’s all connected. The calls. T...

Monologue   The moon's eerie glow permeated the room, an almost palpable presence that deepened the constant hum in the background of my mind. Some nights, I'd swear it spoke to me in pulses, my blood moving in rhythm with its gentle beat. Hunger, rage, and memory tangled like vines, clawing for sunlight. And when the moon was full, something deep inside me howled back, a primal scream that echoed through the chambers of my heart. Snap. The sharp snap of fingers dragged me back to reality. My eyes, which had been fixed on some unseen point, blinked rapidly. The scent of Rhett's stale coffee and the hum of the old studio lights slowly replaced the moon's haunting melody. “Hey,” Rhett said, his voice calm but laced with concern. “You were spacing out again.” For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt present. Not just moving through the motions. Not on autopilot. No hum. No buzz. Just... silence. The kind that comes after a storm. My limbs weren’t shaking. M...