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

Reading the ingredients in my cereal has never been so terrifying

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

"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

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

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

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.

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

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.

Studying for math never felt more 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗~

I've never read through comments about doing things ominously so ominously.

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 ☆

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.

Now studying history feels like a thriller book

hear this while whatching teletubbies with no sound has never be so strange

Beneath the moon's pale glow A shadow creeps, so slow Through the mist it lingers A presence felt with icy fingers Whispers fill the night A haunting, spectral sight Trembling, you take a step Into the darkness, where shadows wept A chill runs down your spine As the wind begins to whine The shadows stretch and grow Your fears begin to show Is it all just in your head? Or are the spirits of the dead Drawing ever closer now With a cold and quiet vow You cannot run, you cannot hide As the darkness swallows your pride The shadows take you, one by one Until the night's dark work is done.

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 :)

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

"Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make" - Bram Stoker

"Twelve dreams for the red queen under crown of stone That she may linger longer with eyes kept closed Eleven thorns blooming from her troubled brow Awaiting the next harvest to be gleaned at brisk springs Ten copper veins ripped from the belly of the earth Melted into tears flowing towards banished brothers Nine glorious pyres on the scorched plain To punish those whose hands were slow to obey Eight voracious beasts born from eight restless nights Their backs hardened by their race with the sun Seven notes of warning in the summer sky Compelling child to shielded sheets of sleep Six watchers bent on the hunting trails Shadows of their spears trace the tired furrows Five houses to fall before song’s end Then five more reborn from their blackened ashes Four nails piercing the flesh of the sinner Restlessly hung to the dark wood of his crimes Three books scribbled by pen of the dancer Who refuses to answer the call of the abyss Two giant rival snakes slither in ageless forest Coiled to the bones of mortals destined for the grave One prayer for the summoned called by this song Child born from darkness whose path he must find."

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.