PROMOTE your Stories! But only using the scariest scene!

[thecrystalrook]

not sure if I have any scary scenes but this episode has some spoooky bits

Space Pirate | Tapas

[sarahmassey998]

Yes a prompt for the horror-hounds!
Here's from chapter 9 or the first encounter with the Ghoul!
Mr. Graves was wrenched from his musings by a faint cracking sound. A single snap that perforated the silence and allowed him to draw closer to the source. Towards the medical quad, past the morgue, down an alley made by two boarding houses; right to a slouched figure and the sluching sound of tearing flesh from bone. Cannibalism was such a deep cultural taboo that it never occurred to people that they were game meat. Tough, with more muscle than fat, many tendons to be ripped before the chewing could begin. It took a great deal of strength or madness to consume human flesh raw, something beyond that was required to place bone into one’s jaws to reach the marrow. The Ghoul was no stranger to the treat as its own mandible was beginning to sag with overuse. It was beyond pain now just like its current meal. A face frozen in its final terror stared from the ground at the Mister, twisted oddly on the ruined remains of its neck. The spine was gruesomely exposed from the shoulder to the ear, abandoned by the Ghoul for newly opened chest cavity. The figure's head was currently buried inside the victim's stomach and ate without pausing. It didn’t need to breathe, it was ambulatory solely because of an unknown drive or motivation but it wasn’t dead. Or at least not in a way Graves recognized.

Prometheus Reanimated | Tapas

[FafasMcMelt]

I guess this one, not sure though, since I made it

The Ghoul | Tapas

[starless]

Mine is PG13 so I don't have a frightening scene but this is the most intimidating one so far. I rearranged the panels :3

Sagax | Tapas

[FafasMcMelt]

Oh, and I almost missed the other comic. This scene is objectively terrifying:

Classic Fantasy | Tapas

[WhateverTheTurtle]

I love the detail! Consider me subscribed lol!

[WhateverTheTurtle]

I have subscribed. Beautiful art!

[foxnflames]

May have a little more of a creep factor than scary, but this is one of my MC's nightmares.

Darzsa remembered to close the window last night, but he still woke up in clammy trepidation despite the radiator humming in the corner. He wrapped his blanket around his shoulders and ambled to the small kitchenette to get a glass of water. The headache he was abating could have only been brought upon by one of his nightmares. He didn’t have them often, but this one plagued him the worst.

He could have been no older than eight or nine, shopping with his mother. Darzsa stopped to admire a dress worn by one of the ladies in town. Long and white and floating over her leather boots. He looked down at his faded pants and yellowed shirt and knew he fancied elegance—to look as beautiful as her.

Darzsa turned, and his mother was gone, and at every corner, he was somewhere different. He was inside the schoolhouse, sitting away from the other children. He was at home, in his room, while his parents and Daniel entertained guests. He was in a railway car, lungs choked with smoke and tears.

Each time, the rooms grew darker, the spaces shrinking around him. He’d run out into the abyss and turn corner after corner until there was nothing. No light, no sound. Only him. His only proof of existence was his heart hammering against his chest. Then the taunts and laughter and whistles filled his ears until he couldn’t stand it and his screams clawed at his throat to drown out the sound, and then…

Always the same, he’d wake up in a cold sweat, head pounding. But this time, there was another corner to turn. There was another cavity of suffocating blackness. Josiah sat at the table with him in that big room in that big house. No Mr. Santoro, no Lottie, no one. Darzsa blinked, and Josiah was walking down the hall. Every step was that rapping sound engraved into his mind.

Tap. Tap, tap.

Tap; Tap. tap, tap,

Tap; tap.

Tap. ta—

Darzsa followed him; only the light from that empty room flooded the hallway. He reached the door, and Josiah shut it. Darzsa banged and banged on the door until he turned around and was in that same nothingness. Then the taunts and laughter and whistles and rapping until he jolted awake clutching his chest.

Give In to Me | Tapas

[FafasMcMelt]

Thank you very much, my good friend!

[dsptss78]

Dan | Tapas

[ivanskilling]

Scary scenes, here I come!

The car slowed down to a stop and Vina got out. The neighborhood was exceptionally quiet, as if the life had been sucked out of it. No children played in the front yards, no birds chirped from the trees. Not a single blade of grass moved in the still air.

Beads of cold sweat trickled down Vina’s forehead as her frantic eyes scoured the area for signs of other people. Behind closed doors and drawn curtains, she couldn’t see the slightest movement. Vina’s sixth sense screamed at her to leave, to turn tail and run. But this was her home. Where could she run off to?

Vina gulped down the overpowering fear that filled her chest. She braved herself, fingers digging into her palm, and inched towards the figure. The sound of her feet squelching the grass underneath seemed too loud and foreign. Her footsteps echoed in the dead air, yet nothing moved.

Dark Bytes | Tapas

The music came to a stop. She waited for her phone to shuffle the next song, eager for something more heart-pumping. When the shrill whine of a violin pierced her ears, her breath caught in her throat. Flashes of a tall and skinny man shrouded in shadows burnt into her eyes.

She hissed sharply and gulped for air. Why was this song still in her phone?? She could have sworn she had wiped it from memory.

Never mind that. She stopped and dug into her bag with trembling fingers. No wait, it wasn’t in her bag. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes as she frantically tried to scramble her mind together.

She pushed her hand into her shorts pocket, finding her phone. She fished it out and slammed her thumb down on the “Pause” button. The chilling music came to an abrupt halt. A shaky breath escaped from her lips. The knotting tension in her shoulders eased up.

With the absence of the music, a deafening silence enveloped her. She looked up, her senses on full alert. There were no cars, no sound of civilization. The birds had stopped singing.

Sandra pulled the earbuds out and hurriedly stuffed it in the other pocket of her shorts. Her wide doe eyes flitted from left to right. The beautiful scenery before her morphed into an evil and menacing prison. The shimmering red of the sunset flashed like a warning sign. The tall trees that lined both sides of the road boxed her in. She wanted to run - run as fast as she could - but her legs refused to budge.

A sudden stab of ice lanced through her. The chill spread down her back as she felt a pair of eyes roam down her body. Her hair raised on end at the invisible touch. A cold draft tickled her exposed skin.

Devil's Triangle | Tapas

[blakestackman]

WARNING! -Does contain spoilers!

Deleth took the dagger, and slid the warm blade across his hand. Holding out a fist above the heart, he squeezed the blood from his hand and it dropped onto the heart. Suddenly, the heart began to beat. A large yellow eye opened in the center of the heart. A nictitating membrane blinked across the eye, before it glared up at Deleth who stumbled backwards, startled by what he witnessed. The heart seemed to have come alive and had begun to take form into something else. Deleth gathered himself and began to chant, redirecting the point of the dagger towards his chest. The dagger struck, and struck hard as Deleth gasped and arched forward in agony.

"DARK ONE, GRANT ME YOUR POWER!"

Symbiotic tentacles sprouted from the heart and shot forth, attaching themselves to the hilt of the dagger, and began to climb upward like an octopus and into Deleth’s chest. His head rocked back and his eyes widened.

"I feel your power, surging within me!"

Deleth laughed wickedly before collapsing to the floor. He felt his body beginning to change. His white, silvery hair had darkend to that of ebony. Horns emerged from his head, and his fingernails blackened and grew pointed. His once Elysian-violet eyes now became red like crimson.

It was done. The soulless one rose.

The Dagger of Darkness | Tapas

[GumshoeComix]

the scariest scene in my script hasnt even been drawn in the thumbnails yet owo
but I have this panel from CH 3 which isn't TOO far away

Guardians Of Man | Tapas

[DasIstWunderblyat]

Admittedly I fucking suck writing anything that requires emotions. Probably this counts, the first half part of this chapter which is probably too long to fit in here.

Below is the snippet of the chapter

"Could you hold your baby for a second, Sir?" A woman's voice broke his thoughts; a stranger's voice. It spoke in English with Monyeian accent —something Kôra hears often in Grahein.

"What? Sir? Me?" the confused Kôra turned to a nurse in front of him. A tall woman who seemingly appeared out of the thin air. She was holding a baby in her arms, wrapped in an oversized white blanket that obscured its face. "Sorry, but—"

The nurse did not listen. She proceed to shove the baby in the arms of the befuddled teen as if it was actually his. Kôra tried not to drop it, even when his mind was ruminating with countless questions.

"But I do not have a baby!" Kôra stood up while still holding the infant. "Nurse! Nurse!"

She left without any words. Without any footsteps nor a trace. Kôra did not even get to look at her face properly or see her name badge. He wondered what to do with the baby. That baby felt light for Kôra who never held a newborn. It was so peaceful that it did not even squirm or move in its sleep.

I remember I really wanted a little sibling, but not like this, he thought. And my baby she said?! Crazy!

"Hi there," Kôra greeted the infant and went to take a peek at its face. He got curious: would it actually look like him? His fingers revealed its face. . .

. . . Which there was none.

Kôra screamed and threw the infant away. The blanket unwrapped exposing the thrown body.

That was not the shape of any healthy baby Kôra knows, or a baby in particular. A pale appearance of a macerated body. It look incomplete, mutilated, and beyond mangled. The misshapen flesh of a body, in a shape of swollen legs and abdomen. Its legs were swollen like a tied modelling balloon, they were twisted and turned in an unnatural angle. The baby thing has no discernible outer genitalia. There were two stumps on its flanks, A fine patch of hair grew on top of a stump where its neck and head would have been.

Karana | Tapas

[R.n.P]

The Rolling Stone | Tapas

[sxxaint]

you sort of need build up to this, as Levi's by now been established as very volatile and violent, but with that in mind I hid the rest beneath a spoiler, so click if you're interested

“There,” Levi breathed. Delicate, he placed a kiss on her forehead. Again, on her lips. Ella didn’t move beneath either. “Now”—a flash of ice between Levi’s long lashes as he turned his gaze to Casper—“we had a nice meal waiting for us, didn’t we, darlings? And Cassie, baby, didn’t my princess tell you how important it is to me that people like my gifts?”

Grease-slick glistened on the plastic, a vulgar corona around the smashed mess of kebab, container, and sauce. Casper’s stomach turned over, the stench of fried meat and ketchup-vinegar stark on his tongue.

“Cassie?”

The coo rolled right beside his head. Casper jerked away, shoulder slamming into the shop window. It wobbled, jarring right up through his clenched jaw.

Levi flashed a needle-toothed grin as he slipped onto the bench, blocking Casper in. A flick of his tattooed fingers and the shattered container trundled ponderously through the grease. Kinda like some monster, and when the lid snapped back to reveal the mess of sauce-drowned meat, it was kinda like a gaping jaw.

continued...

Levi’s cold eyes pinned Casper, an ugly grin twisting his divine face as he breathed his words against Casper’s ear. “Eat, darling.”

You could hear the before I make you crooning behind his words. But if Casper touched that slick mess, all the roiling in his stomach would surge up his throat, and that’d be that. Fucking balloons. The fur of Levi’s coat tickled Casper’s neck, and the heat off him was a poison in the frantic heaving of his smoke-clogged lungs.

Breathe, you fuckhead. Breathe.

Oh god, he was going to be sick.

“Well, Cassie?” Levi nipped at the shell of Casper’s ear, canines digging in like a piercing. His tongue slid along his skin. Hot. Wet. Acid. “Don’t you want my present? You looked so pathetic I thought you might like something to sober you up.” Levi’s hand slipped up Casper’s top, fingers like trails of fire as they dragged over the rack of Casper’s ribs. A slice of laughter. “When’s the last time you ate, pretty boy?”

Nothing but a screaming white space where that memory should be. [...] Had it been that long or had he been that fucked or was he just two fucking seconds from his mind falling apart under those burning fingers and the press of lukewarm metal.

“What’s the matter, Cassie?” Levi cooed. His hand set open-palmed on the back of Casper’s skull. Pressure, static through his drooling grey matter. Levi forced Casper’s head down inch by inimical inch. “I can feel hunger in your skin, darling. It’s a parasite between your bones. Don’t lie to me, Cassie. If there’s one thing I hate it’s when—”

The bell on the shop jingled. Levi’s head snapped up, and a moment later, his hands slithered back too. The heat remained. A death pall.

The Stains Beneath Our Skin | Tapas

[lomcia]

I'ts from season 2 which will start in June 2021

Laos Chronicles | Tapas

[Heartcompass]

Yeah, sure! Here's my poetry collection if you fancy something disturbing/scary...
Horror Poem

Summary

Lover

It's said that time heals wounds
And I believe this true
Yet I never expected this day to occur

The doctor took away my wings
But cleared the sky
Unintended, I assume

She belongs beside me
Since we didn't bid a goodbye
I hide the scent of rot with her perfume

Stiff and swollen is my valentine
Awaiting my move
Which has always been fine

I seem like a flayer
As her skin rips off like paper
I've been here plenty and concluded sated

Maggots, those me pester
Who knows where they've come
As my bride's holes fester
When having this much fun

Our neighbours claim
That it quickly gets old
I take the truth to my grave
And buy silence with gold

Quirks of Human Turmoil | Tapas

Also my other stuff... (the not so scary lot hehe~)
https://tapas.io/heartcompasscomic/series

[AilyneGouveia]

I think this might be the "scariest" scene so far... Alex is scary at work.

Memento Mori - Sins | Tapas

[oshirockingham]

Maybe this one is the scariest?

I mean, blue screen is SCARY.

A Man Called Ravenlord | Tapas