13 Horror Prompts
- gravehypnagogia
- Oct 20
- 2 min read
A conversation between your childhood fear and your biggest fear now. What do they look like, sound like? Do they get along? Are they protective of you or seek to hurt you?
A renowned artist (does not matter their preferred medium—painting, sculpture, writing) is being hounded to make something new, yet suddenly they can only draw, create, or write the same thing over and over again; there may be small distinctions but it is the same every time. What is it that they are creating? Is the thing itself scary or does the horror come from repetition? Is this psychological or supernatural? How does this effect their life?
One part of your body begins aging more rapidly than the rest.
There has always been a melodic hum in the back of your head, some sort of gentle classical music that followed you everywhere that no one can hear. One day it stops.
You are hunting something. You think it is running from you. It is running from something much bigger. It is your turn to run.
A small intelligent civilization lives in an open wound on your body. As you heal, you know they are dying.
Recurring nightmare. Classic.
Reality tv dating show but things get real spooky… possibly murderous (not my best but you could probably doing something cool with it).
You’re not gullible enough to be hypnotized. You’re too guarded, too skeptical. But wouldn’t it be great to let go of that? To lose control and let someone else decide? What are you really doing with your body anyway? What heights of greatness could be achieved with a living body that isn’t accompanied with such an anxious, small-thinking mind like yours?
Someone you love died. The only person you want to talk to about their death is them. You must find a way to talk to them.
“Came back wrong” trope but they come back normal. It’s you that changes.
No one goes to the hill that glows like the northern lights on quiet summer nights. There is no rule that says you can’t though. In fact no one talks about it. How has no one ever talked about it? How have you never thought to bring it up?
An abandoned house you used to sneak into as a teenager is still there when you return as an adult. You have only fond memories of it. Maybe you wish to fix it up. Maybe you want to explore it one last time. Why is it scarier now? Why is that fondness gone? Why is it hostile now?

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