Spooktober Day 24!
"I’ve been hiding here forever. Chad thought, as he climbed the wooden stairs that encircled the interior of the tower.
Every time I return I feel like I’ve uncovered something that was hidden, in a place with no secrets.
The light grows dimmer the higher he climbs, but not the heat. It grows. Chad can feel it pushing into him from all sides, stifling his breath. He pants with the exertion of the climb, can taste the grain, feeling it grind against his teeth when closes his mouth. It begins to stick to his damp skin, itching. But the voice beacons him up. Up into the dark furnace."
Spooktober Day 15!
"It was not long before she came across the source, a lone phonebooth. Appearing first as a faded silhouette against the sea, it grew sharper as she approached. It was a battered thing, the blue paint had mostly peeled away- exposing the rusting steel beneath. Foliage had grown up around it. Still the sight of it sent a jolt of recollection through Sarah. It was the phone booth outside the gas station back home. There was only one booth in town and this was it. Sarah tried to latch on this memory, use it as the line to reel in more…
But the ringing, which had continued unabated, was now so loud it drowned out all other noise and thought. Partly on instinct, Sarah reached out, grabbed the receiver and placed it to her ear.
On the other end was a grating hisss of noise, somehow both part of the surrounding static and discordant with it. Then the divergent sounds resolved into a voice. "
Spooktober Day 12!
"Just thinking about it caused an involuntary shake to her head, as if the idea was some circling fly she was trying to buffet against.
Knowing the front door would be locked, she tried the handle anyways, the deadbolt rattling back its confirmation.
Behind the sealed door, sounding almost too far away to be coming from within the confines of the station…Sounds of laughter could be heard, faded, like a half-forgotten memory.
The skin on the back of Bree’s neck prickled at the phenomenon.
The porch now seemed too dark for the time of day. Unnaturally dark. She quickly retreated back to the comfort of the sun-kissed pavement. "
Spooktober Day 10!
"As she picked her way through the lot, the crunching of tires on gravel mixed with the sounds of local birds. Beneath that, on the edge of sub liminality…an ever-present drone."
Spooktober Day 9!
"The smell had changed, still as pungent as when she first inhaled it, but not as unpleasant. There were deep floral tones now. It reminded her of incense burning in an old forest. Sarah knelt next to the pool of blood congealing under the severed head. Placing her hands on the ground she leaned forward, until she could feel the heat of the liquid against her skin.
The moment her tongue touched the pool, Sarah’s vision began to shake. As the world dissolved she heard.
'Floating through this Static Sea...Where was I?’"
Spooktober Day 6!
"They drifted forward. Content to have found this gentle oasis, far from that dark jittering cloud that had descended upon most of the residents.
Dark Drifts. Bulsifer thought, not knowing what it ment. Thoughts of drifting in a clear steam. Sinking below, only to find the riverbed a fetid ooze. Rotted and crumbling to the touch.
Dais Dark. Words floated up and through the little phantasm, bumping together forming jumbled thoughts that led nowhere.
Fusiler would have known what to do."
Spooktober Day 5!
"She slides off the televisions to take a shaky step forward. The static was not just in her head, it permeated her entire body with a buzzing, pin-and-needles sensation. This created a numbness to her extremities leading to an overwhelming sense of being an alien passenger in her own body, controlling it from afar through deteriorating signals. Sarah rubbed her hands along her arms in a vein attempt to combat this sensation. Filth and debris are piled up all around. The terminus for all things unwanted, forgotten. In the distance a phone rings, muffled as though emanating from within a dense fog. Sarah was drawn to it, an aural beacon amongst the endless buzz."
Spooktober Day 2!
"The damp air vibrated with the drone of the mill’s machinery. Pipes wound through the interior, creating a labyrinth of channels to funnel steam and water. From the haze of the factory floor, workers occasionally emerged, their neon uniforms stark against the muted tones of the massive engines. Structures that loomed over them, immutable as stone idols, gazing down at the flickering orange sparks of life scurrying across their feet."
Spooktober Day 1
Day 1
31 days of spooks! I’m going to try to have a small post about #borealtenebrae here everyday for the month of October.
Going to start things off by announcing the release of
APPENDIX I
and the
ARTBOOK
on Itch!
Get them here
https://boreal-tenebrae.itch.io
Coming soon as Free DLC to Xbox and Switch!
