Hooks of Horror
The prompts below are all available for you to take inspiration from for this season. Some of them are from earlier shows. More will be added up to the week before the Deadline for this season. The Deadline for submissions is November 20th, 2019. There are no restrictions on the number of submissions you can make to the show. Please be sure to review the submission guidelines as well.
Everyone takes at least one in their life. Sometimes with friends. Sometimes alone. For recreation or work. Time traveling to or through places unknown. Fun and scary. Getting lost. Finding weird places. Weird things. Roadside attractions. People who keep turning up on the same path you are taking. Stories about roads that may be a little more dangerous than they should be. So many possibilities for the mundane to become a nightmare.
When the building on the edge of town burned down, most people thought it was for the best. Shrouded in half-whispered history and urban legends it was little more than an eye sore. A place for kids to test their courage. Ghost Hunters to try their luck. Urban explorers to crawl through. It was also the type of place you avoided looking at for too long. What happened there?
Half heard radio stations. Wrong numbers. Random texts. Plenty of ways for signals to get crossed. People or electronics, all are open to misinterpretation. What happens when you accidentally hear something you aren't supposed to? What happens when you hear something that shouldn't exist?
From the nonsensical things you did as a child to the modern multi-million dollar franchises of today. Everyone has a game they’ve played that has stuck with them. Everyone has had a game they've played that has gone wrong. Maybe a friendship ended. Maybe it was hard to walk back from it. If only things had played out differently...
Blighted blocks and run down buildings exist everywhere. Waiting to be torn down and made into something new. But what happens in them when the everyday person isn't there to see? What if a place isn't ready to die?
Maybe you touch the roof of your car when you pass through a yellow light. Maybe you hold your breath when passing a graveyard. Maybe you hide a pickle in your Christmas tree or leave an empty space at the table. Or wear the same hat every time you go for a hike. What happens if you don’t? What is the harm in not following a superstition or tradition?
The Lonely Dead
We used to picnic in graveyards. Both as a way to spend time in a green space and as a way to spend time with the dead, so that they weren't forgotten. Now they sit mostly empty. Mourners the only visitors and they are so infrequent. How lonely they must be, six feet down… Or locked away behind stone and in mausoleums. How scared they must be of all of those things come to feed on them with no one to save them.
'If you find yourself walking out by the old airfield towards evening, make sure you’ve got smokes. If those guys in the cover-alls in the hangars are there... the ones that never step out into the light, you pass them around. Unless the runway is lit, then you run!' Shadow people, shadowy beings, night terrors. All things that aren't quite on our plane of existence. All with motives and motivations we do not understand. Were they people once?
In all its’ forms, change can be one of the most mundane or extraordinary things we experience. And when anything changes into something far from the expected… the results can be earth shattering.
Strange things happen when the weather decides to not play nice. The sky changes color. The noon-time sun disappears under a sudden evening gloom. What you hope is the wind shrieks and howls. Thumps and bangs rattle your home. How certain are you that the storm outside is just the weather?
Pay the talent or pay the price
‘A man travels through the city, on his way home to his family and friends. He stands to watch a street performer, laughs and claps with the rest of the crowd. When the time comes to pay the performer they all walk away. Money destined for treasures for their own kin. The traveler laughs at the performers plight. Not noticing the darkness in their eyes or the grin on their face. A few coins would have stopped the blood shed.’ streets are full of performers of many flavors. Some more peculiar than others. Who's to say that all of them are what they appear to be?
In every corner of the world there are places to go out and enjoy nature. And in every corner of the world there are also reports of strange creatures that stalk through the wild places. Strange lights seen where none should be. People that disappear without a trace. What do they see before they vanish? What happened to them before they died? And what of the ones that come back home, having escaped that fate but not the nightmares that will stay with them forever?
In every town there is a legend of sorts. From the woman in the mask who'll ask you if she’s pretty, to the crocodiles in the sewers. The woman in white walking the roads to the one that waits near the river. Elevators that take you to other places, and the space beyond the street lights that is just that little bit darker. Sometimes there is a way to escape them, other times it is the end for you. We can't possibly have heard of them all...