When the reaper comes knocking at my door, we'll be going twelve rounds
Although tactical attire would be best for fighting ghosts, he’s so confident that he’s got enough tools at his disposal and the proper nullifying energy that he has opted for comfort more than anything else. Dressed in a matching pajama set, thin sweats and a long-sleeved shirt to fight the Leafchange chill that sets in heavier here in King’s End, they’re a deep violet with spooky scary skeleton bones patterning across them as if he were a walking x-ray. The fit must match the vibe, naturally.
Not so sure that Flora does got it, his gaze narrowing on her in suspicion and an edge of disbelief that he decides not to press in further, he relinquishes her hand to properly grab the small lantern nearby. Holding it under his chin, shadows casting up sharp and ominous across his face, he declares with a put-on voice, "I’ll go first.” He’s not positive he’ll have the balls to do it if he didn’t.
Sitting up more rigid, a proper storytelling stance, he begins a story about symmetry. "I met a guy once. Well, heard about him. Said he had this thing inside him. Not like a voice, not like a spirit… just this… need. He called it, It. Like it wasn’t even part of him. Like it snuck in and made itself at home." As he speaks, the walls around them grant image to his thoughts and the twisting shape of the tale. "Everything had to match. Perfectly. Not close. Not ‘good enough.’ Exact. Two sides of the sink. Two sides of the bed. Two halves of a life that had to line up just right or he couldn’t breathe."
Suspense is drawn out over pauses and well-hidden twists, tucked into phrasing that doesn’t pin down the horror immediately, but rather strings the tension along. Kaisel’s grin climbs as he says it, the creases of his face folding in the shadows. "He said there was only one thing left that didn’t match. One eye blue, one eye green. Just enough to ruin everything, so that every time he looked in the mirror, It looked back." The walls depict the wide set of eyes blinking back, terribly mismatched.
https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comment.../symmetry/
Here it is being read aloud: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NoId6lyCACw&list=PL100E6F8D8D47702F&index=11
Not so sure that Flora does got it, his gaze narrowing on her in suspicion and an edge of disbelief that he decides not to press in further, he relinquishes her hand to properly grab the small lantern nearby. Holding it under his chin, shadows casting up sharp and ominous across his face, he declares with a put-on voice, "I’ll go first.” He’s not positive he’ll have the balls to do it if he didn’t.
Sitting up more rigid, a proper storytelling stance, he begins a story about symmetry. "I met a guy once. Well, heard about him. Said he had this thing inside him. Not like a voice, not like a spirit… just this… need. He called it, It. Like it wasn’t even part of him. Like it snuck in and made itself at home." As he speaks, the walls around them grant image to his thoughts and the twisting shape of the tale. "Everything had to match. Perfectly. Not close. Not ‘good enough.’ Exact. Two sides of the sink. Two sides of the bed. Two halves of a life that had to line up just right or he couldn’t breathe."
Suspense is drawn out over pauses and well-hidden twists, tucked into phrasing that doesn’t pin down the horror immediately, but rather strings the tension along. Kaisel’s grin climbs as he says it, the creases of his face folding in the shadows. "He said there was only one thing left that didn’t match. One eye blue, one eye green. Just enough to ruin everything, so that every time he looked in the mirror, It looked back." The walls depict the wide set of eyes blinking back, terribly mismatched.
https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comment.../symmetry/
Here it is being read aloud: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NoId6lyCACw&list=PL100E6F8D8D47702F&index=11
Kaisel
I ain't afraid to bleed, there ain't a casket strong enough for me
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
