<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=244873.msg12161328#msg12161328">Quote from: Smokeyes on 17-03-2016, 19:43:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Haven't done a good horror   for a while think thats what i'll be looking for next.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">want to expand this</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tapping the syringe a few times be bent down and slowly reached his left hand out, the syringe in the right , and moved the cover back just enough he could get a peek at her upper arm. He wanted to makesure she didn't wake up before he injected her.<br/><br/>Vex could feel his hunger , raging like a fire in his belly and with that, that last little push he was able to quickly press the thin needle down and start pushing down on the plunger. Vex watched closely as not to Over dose the poor Little Lamb. He didn't want to have to leave behind a dead body.<br/><br/>Her nose wrinkled and she stirred, reaching out in confusion  " Daddy?"<br/><br/>Vex watched his little lamb fall away as the drug took hold. He smirked at her words before tearing the blanket off of her and bending down, his long ,blackened arms hooked under her and lifted her with ease against his half exposed, infected and rotting chest. All that would be left were two black footprints, stained into the carpet with a mixture of dried blood, infection and blackened flesh. <br/><br/>It was a while before he made it home. Gingerly carring his new pet inside before taking her upstairs to her new bedroom. "I got it all set up for you my dear..I promise you'll like it." He spoke to her as if she were able to listen. "But you cannot leave..no no..never will you be exposed to that horror out side of this house.." <br/><br/>He kicked the door open carefully as not to drop her or break the newly installed door. Walking to the bed he laid her down upon the crimson silk sheets, stained with various fluids he had no intentions of ever cleaning off from previous victims. <br/>The room, painted black had no windows and only a small nightstand with a Oil burning lamp. and beside it set another pair of clothes, this time he had chosen a lovely black and white dress. "You'll learn to love it here.." he cackled out in a gurgled laugh before turning to make his way to the door. <br/><br/>Casting a glance over his shoulder at his sleeping dear, his smile twisted. "Welcome Home.." his words hissed out between clenched teeth before he closed the door and flash stepped his way back to his den ,To hide away and await for his game to begin.</div></div>  This is VERY rough, but its got the right feel to it.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Nice, interesting feel.  Horror can be such a hard thing to do, finding the right balance.  While I'm not a big fan of Clive Barkers books, I've loved the imagery and ideas that have come out of his movies and other art projects.  There was this game that came out in the 90's that was so perfect but the system sucked called Kult, I think it was German in origins, at least like the second edition rights was by a German company.  I've kept the books all this time just because of the setting and the feel and the ideas it provokes.<br/><br/>wander Worlds?  I'm sorry the moment I read that all I can think of is the Griswalds at Wally World in Vacation. XD