ATMOSPHERIC GOTHIC HORROR READING MUSIC | H.P Lovecraft, Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe

When you play “Rock Paper Scissors” with the mirror but lose.

Reading the ingredients in my cereal has never been so terrifying

"Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know." - Catherine Fisher

if you read this, doesn't matter where you are right now on this planet, I wish you a wonderful night and a happy peaceful life where all your dreams become true.

Without music, I'm a student studying for a test; with music-Im a baroness planning the murder of my husband to collect his riches.

Me without athmospheric gothic music : meh it's raining outside Me with athmospheric gothic music : All around me tears drip from the eaves and flood the gutters, washing the filth away. Grey sky like great battleships,.clouds colliding with one another. Rain falls down on the World...

Suddenly, im not a girl revising her past lessons, i am now an obsessed historian who has just found an explanation so perfect that undeniable for the greatest mystery the world has ever seen

The first two made me feel like im a young man in a Victorian era living in a old castle on a mountain that's pretty lively and also kinda haunted,just walking through the halls and just holding a oil lamp to light my way through the hall and reading a book for entertainment

Studying for math never felt more 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗~

this makes me feel like i just inherited an old countryside estate from my distant grandmother, and its my first day there. its raining and foggy and im all alone. some how, the fire place is lit and dinner is set.

Without music: a bored teenager trying to write a horror story With music: a young lady looks up at the dark night, watched the full moon as she carefully dips the pen into the thick black ink, pouring the darkness of her thoughts on the rough paper she held, the darkness that took over the yellow page, in form of that pure, black ink.

0:00 what went we 1:59 michelle 8:09 silent hill ☆ 9:58 tea for two 12:45 reminiscence ☆ 17:14 in the androgynous dark 22:03 ajar 24:30 messy hearts 33:40 ritual casting ☆ 37:12 arthur’s theme ☆

Ah yes I have found the perfect music to play Animal Crossing with

Now studying history feels like a thriller book

this playlist evokes so many emotions at once: sadness, peace, curiosity, fear, guilt, nostalgia, contentment. I feel terrifyingly powerful! there's so much beauty in the dark...and I'm happy I'm not the only one appreciating it :)

It reminds me of a dream I had in my childhood. I was eating apples. A big sweet juicy apple, green with red. It was soo good. Then I took one more. Make a bite, swollowed, and look at it. And I was holding an eye in my hand. Looked at the rest of them. And there were no apples. Will never forget it.

I used to be a normal Swedish 16 year old boy. Now I am a soldier in the Great Northern War, resting in an abandoned farmhouse before tomorrow's journey towards Moscow. Something is off, though, I can feel it. The creaking of the stairs can't simply be the cold northern wind, can it?

Me without music: Just studying biology Me with this music: feeling like da vinci while I dissect corps in my basement

"Silent Hill", it reminds me that one time I was lost, in a the most beautiful rolling hills I had ever seen, I had gotten lost there because I was young, and thought it would be a enjoyable thing to do, to just... walk into the hills, and it was. The lower parts of the hill were shallow, not steep, the high parts peaked at a perfect flat, with no unexpected edge or depression. The only unexpected part about being there was the constant feeling of being watched but I couldn't be bothered, after all I was just a small child with a care free mind. After being there for over 5 hours I finally found a road, recognized the street, and was able to get to the parking lot where my mom had parked, there's this thing I do sometimes where I'll just stare back at where we leave from, I don't know why I do it but I do it every time I leave from somewhere I liked, so when I got in the back seat of the car and just turned around to stare my mom wasn't surprised at all, but I was, because when I focused just hard enough, I swear I saw someone's head peaking over the edge of a hill staring directly at me, silently watching.

Me without this music: "ah yes it is raining outside in this small city of mine. How nice." Me listening to this music: The sun of yesterday has faded into dark ominous clouds that breathe in the new mornings’ air. Each breath releases thousands of raindrops upon the unsuspecting houses below. The light pitter-patter, reminiscent of quiet radio static, echos through the halls of homes littered throughout this corner of suburbia. As the church bells sound, alerting residents of the dawn, the once sleepy town becomes lively.