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So, I've read some really good fills on here that gave me the chills and of course, delved into the awful quests like Frostflow Lighthouse (why must I read everything I pick up) but I admit I'm not satisfied. Mostly because everything ends up being explained or placed on a tangible being or rogue beastie. Which is fine; the Falmer are terrifying at times and damned trolls be all up in my business before I hear them but... I'm a thriller fan. And thrills and fantasy seem like a grand mix.

So what I am asking for is for the unexplainable. The intangible, the nightmarish, the things that are a terrifying mystery. Creepypasta stories like Croatoan or Tailypo come to mind. Or a variation of. Just as long as its not settled by 'Oh them Falmer' or 'You meddling dovahkids'
Give me a Skyrim scare. Something a parent may tell their unruly child about before bed to make them behave or the Dragonborn stumbling across something they wished they hadn't.

I'm not a fan of excessive gore but this is Skyrim and bloodbaths do happen. I'm more looking for ambience and just plain internet. 'NOPE'

Ooh good idea, seconded. (And I've never heard of that lighthouse, I'm going to check it out now! Yay unplayed skyrim!)

Holy s**t I've done that quest - it was HORROFYING!!!

I was starting to become seriously scared and freaked out whilst I was piecing together the mystery as I played along. When my follower decided to wait behind without my DAMN permission, I was almost crapping myself.

It was a good scare quest anyways, so go for it A!A.

I'm going to take a crack at this, though it might not end up scary?? I've never written anything scary/horrific before so we'll see how this ends up haha. Are there any specific companions or holds you want the story to take place in OP?

Ahaha. Go nuts future a!a. I'd love to read it!
If you need a Hold I'd say Morthal since... Yeesh. Any companion you want!

I'm gonna swing for the DB trying to scare their unruly child with a story! Naturally when one's offspring is misbehaving one traumatises it with a terrifying tale.

So ur with ur beloved spouse at hellgracher hall n there a door nock and u get ur stewerd anser it n the voice says "what are u doin with my off spring" an u tell ur spouse and they say "my dad's dead".

THEN WHO WAS DOOR?

I'll try to fill this as well- I have an idea : D

“There’ll be good gold.” Falk Firebeard added quickly to his proposition.

He was currently trying to get an adventurer to take up a bounty the Jarl had asked Falk to take care of weeks ago, but the young Breton looked anything but impressed.

She shifted from one foot to the other as she tried to determine if his opinion of ‘good gold’ would be in range with hers. Sighing, she began nodding her head.

“And this should only be a small pack of wolves?” She asked as she took the bounty slip from the taller man. “I won’t get there and find over five will I?”

Falk nodded, maybe a bit too hard, but he didn’t care. “From what travelers have said there are only four wolves.”

Humming, the Breton pocketed the slip. “I’ll be back soon for the reward.”

“Do be careful!” Falk had yelled to her as she walked away.

After leaving the Blue Palace, the Breton found her companion waiting for her by the city’s front gates.

“What took you so long, Elara?” Brelyna asked with a huff as the two exited the city.

“I wanted to get all the details on this bounty.” Elara snapped back. The two were an odd pair, constantly bickering, but when it came to battle, the two were a perfect match. With Brelyna’s magic abilities and Elara’s talent with a mace, they were undefeatable.

Elara pulled the slip from her pocket and handed it to Brelyna. “Falk said there are only four wolves at the cave, so this should take us barely anytime.”

The dark elf nodded her head as her eyebrows drew together. “Where is this?” She asked while pointing to the slip. “I’ve never heard of Black Ditch.”

Elara shrugged as they made it onto the main road. It had been beautiful all day, and now as the sun was setting, the evening was being to cool down. Masser was just beginning to become visible in the approaching night sky, and crickets were chirping.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but Falk marked it on our map.” The Breton said as she dug around through her shoulder bag. ”It isn’t that far from here, so we’ll be there soon.”

Brelyna grunted in response and the two women soon feel into an even walk.

Once the pair had made it to the mouth of the cave, they took inventory and thought out a simple plan. Night had fallen quickly, and they both knew visibility in the cave was going to be limited.

“I’ll make some candlelight so we can see where we’re going,” Brelyna began.

“And I’ll be in front with a shield and mace ready to fight.” Elara added.

Brelyna smiled and started again. “The wolves will probably be spread out a bit, so once we kill one of them, I’ll raise it to help us fight the others.”

Agreeing on the plan, Elara unstrapped her wooden shield from her waist and pulled out her glass mace. Brelyna entered the cave first, squatting low to the ground before creating candlelight to help guide the way. Elara slipped by her once the path was a little more visible, and crouched down similarly to the dark elf. Moving slowly and quickly, the two left the narrow opening and came into a bigger section of the cave.

Standing, Elara squinted and tried to make out any shapes in the room that may be a target.

“Make another candlelight.” She whispered and kept her guard up.

Brelyna shushed her companion but followed the command. She cast another candlelight, eliminating the room in a soft glow.

“Ooh Divines.” Brelyna mumbled.

Bones littered the cave floor, human and other. Shredded clothes were scattered about and blood stained the ground. But strangely enough, one of the wolves lay dead by the front of another path in the cave. Elara raised her hand, telling Brelyna to stay put as she approached the dead wolf. Kicking it onto its other side, Elara examined the wolf.

Three symmetrical gashes ran along the carcass’ side. The air filled with the smell of death and blood now that the wound was exposed to the air, and Elara gagged. Whatever had gotten the wolf had most definitely not been a sword, and Elara didn’t know of any weapon that would do something like this. The wolf’s bones were visible through the long wounds, the skin and muscle shredded like paper.

“Brelyna,” Elara whispered as she shuffled back to her companion, trying to make as little noise as possible. “I don’t think we should be here.”

Tags: (not dragonborn) F!Adventurer, Brelyna
Kinks: N/A
Summary: An adventurer and her companion take up a seemingly innocent bounty only to have to fight for their lives.

I usually refuse to put up anything unfinished but I was told to so... Yeah. Here's what's been sitting on my harddrive for 3 weeks.

Characters: F!PC, Jarl Siddgeir, Nenya, minor guards and citizens from the Hold of Falkreath
Genre: Horror
Relationships: None
Warnings: Descriptions of some gore
Summary: There is a being that lurks in the woods of Falkreath wanting to come in to the town but cannot...

Tags: relationships:gen, char:F!PC, char:siddgeir, kink:horror, es:skyrim,

Notes: This is the hardest thing I have ever written, mostly because it's just difficult to do this in a way that isn't cheesy. I tried pulling from a different sources and really reflecting on what scares me but idk if it came through. I pretty much wrote, saved and then sat on it for a while until my friend said POST IT ASSHOLE.
fhfdhjd so here.

It started with a whisper in the Inn. There was something at the edge of the town, watching it, wanting to come in but it could not for it was not a person. It could not speak, walk, or smile for it would be found out immediately to be a fake so it did not come in. But it was always there, lingering, wishing to walk through the gates; the beast with the golden eyes in a shapeless black body.

Some of the guards ignored it as foolishness but others told of how they saw it. They saw the monster with golden eyes watching and waiting to come in. It would stalk the edge of town, its eyes always locked on it and no matter the amount of arrows being shot or torches waving, it would not be scared away. It hungered to come in, to be in the town with the people and when a guard went missing, it was decided something had to be done.

The Jarl, though skeptical, allowed a gate to the built. It would keep the monster at bay. The townspeople felt safe, the guards stopped becoming paranoid and everyone fell back into a lulled sense of security.

Until the bodies were found.

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It was early morning when Kjersti mounted her horse, pulling at the reins as she looked at the fog lingering within the giant lodge poles surrounding Falkreath. The world was silent save for a few night birds calling to each other and it made her feel as if she was in the valley of the dead. She pulled her cloak to her chest, feeling the chill in the air and the longhouse door opened, her Jarl finally coming out with his bow strapped to his back. He didn’t look pleased as he did and she bowed to him from her horse. He waved her off, not in the mood.

“Something wrong, my Jarl?” she asked as he grabbed the reins to his horse, mounting it with ease, his dark green cloak bundling over the saddle. He shot her a look and she went silent, her head hung down in respect. He scoffed.

“One of my dogs is missing,” he muttered, pulling the reins of his black stallion, forcing it to turn to walk down the stones. Kjersti frowned at his words.

“I thought the hounds are kept locked in the barracks?”

“They are,” he said, annoyed. “But the guards inform me one got out. Now they cannot find it.”

She came up beside him, her mare shaking its head and she gave him a look of sympathy. “Siddgeir, I’m sorry.”

“Do you know how much they cost?” he snapped making her stare. “Now I need to pay for a new one! What a bother.”

She gaped at him. Of course, it always came down to money. She sighed, focusing back on the road and the two guards at the wooden gate to the east saw them coming and pulled the doors open to reveal the stone road leading into the woods, the heavy fog concealing the way. The sounds of dogs barking and howling came from the barracks and they halted their steads, waiting as a few guards came holding leashes to the eager hounds.

They jumped, snapped, their noses in the air and on the ground and Siddgeir smiled as he watched them. Kjersti merely pursed her lips, worried about the lost one. The dogs were trained specifically to hunt the game of Falkreath. What would drive one to leave?

“My Jarl, your bow,” one of the soldiers said, bringing him his glass bow which he took, testing it for a moment. He was given arrows, an assortment of orcish, glass and dwarven and he took a moment to strap his quiver to his back, the bow fitting comfortably after. The hounds began to howl in unison, now past the point of eager and he took up his reins, looking to her. She held hers, both waiting and finally the horn rang out, the dogs being let loose and they took off, following the beasts as they raced up the path.

Behind them two soldiers took up the rear, running to keep up and they raced into the deep forest, the silence broken by the hooves of the horses and the constant howling of the hunting hounds. They sought for blood, searched for movement and they broke off the trail forcing Kjersti to take behind her Jarl, crashing into the thicket as they forged a path.

The trees became closer, almost twisting together and after a moment the horses began to fight, their thrashing heads and resistance to pushing on making Siddgeir growl. “Move! Go forward!” he yelled at his stallion but the beast wouldn’t. It turned, nearly hitting Kjersti and she yelped as her mare reared, moving back. All around the forest the sounds of the dogs barking could be heard and Siddgeir harshly whipped his stallion. It moved back, refusing to go forward once again.

“What is the matter with you?” he snapped and Kjersti pulled her mare to retreat, seeing the way ahead. It was not thick like the patch they were in but the horse resisted. She came beside the stallion, grabbing at its halter and it snapped its head back and forth, stamping, agitated.

“Sssh, sssh… calm down, calm…” she soothed, listening to the sounds of the dogs howls becoming faded even more and she looked into the dark forest before them. She tried to get the stallion to move, the beast refusing and her mare began to resist. They both stood firm, not moving. She sighed.

Behind them the soldiers came, finally catching up and Siddgeir turned on them, pointing to one. “You. Get these two to move before I lose more of my hounds!”

“Yes, my Jarl!” the man responded and he grabbed their halters, pulling but the horses would not move. They pulled back, the man being dragged with them and the mare let out a frantic whinny. Kjersti sighed, putting a hand on its neck to soothe her and she saw something move within the darkness. It lumbered, as if walking with one leg and she froze.

The stallion slammed its hooves on the ground and turned, pulling the poor soldier with it and it retreated back to the road. Kjersti’s mare followed, the horses crashing back through the bramble and Siddgeir whipped the beast once he was able, pulling its reins with a brutal force. “You stupid beast! I’ve lost my hounds because of you! I should sell you to the mines for this!”

“S-Siddgeir,” Kjersti said, coming up to be flush beside him. “Siddgeir, stop it! Did you not see? Something was in the thicket!” He looked to her, his green eyes flashing and she slowly exhaled. “Something was there.”

“What?” he snapped and she shook her head.

“I do not know, I only saw something move. It could have been a spriggon.”

The two soldiers rejoined them, holding their horses by the halter and the Jarl sighed.

“So what? A spriggon you can burn, can you not?” he snapped and she bit her lip. “What? Why are you giving me that look.”

“I don’t know if it was,” she said as her mind went over it. Spriggons moved with grace; this moved as if it was wounded. “But you should not blame your stallion for that! Any beast would not venture forth if there is danger.”

“Then where are my hounds?” he growled at her and she pursed her lips, looking back to the woods. She searched them, leading her mare away for a second to look down the path and she pointed to the east.

“Let us go up the road. The land becomes less dense and more open. Perhaps we can spot them or call them.”

He didn’t seem satisfied but he relented, his horse being released from the soldiers. He turned to one of them.

“You still have that whistle?”

“Yes, my Jarl,” he said and Siddgeir sighed.

“Alright, up the road. Though this is coming out of your pocket if those stupid dogs become lost!” he snapped and she nodded, taking responsibility. “Let’s go.”

They turned the horses, leading them up and they broke into a short gallop, the men running behind. They passed under a gate, Kjersti looking at it as she did and she frowned as she didn’t see any men on it. She had cleared the gate of bandits a fortnight ago and the Empire had sent men to guard it but now it was silent, the fires on top doused.

She was about to ask about it when Siddgeir stopped, his stallion halting its tracks and she had to work on the reins to make her mare calm down, turning round to be back at his side. He pointed to a small trail and she frowned.

“Too large to be an elk path,” she commented and he looked at her.

“Where does it lead?” he asked and she hesitated, trying to remember.

“Up the mountain, towards a waterfall.”

“You go first,” he commanded and she looked to him. He seemed firm in his decision to take the path and she relented, switching the reins to one hand, a small fire lighting in her other. Her mare went, the path easy for them to take and they trotted up the path, thorns and bramble flanking them from every side. They rode up past giant lodge poles that towered and creaked from above and down past rocks that had fallen to rest, their positions now acting as their graves. A stream broke over the path, the sound of it babbling barely a sound in the woods and the heavy fog grew thicker as they forged on.

Out of the silence, dogs barking could be heard. The valley was alive with it, the beasts still hunting despite missing their master and she rode ahead, Siddgeir behind her and they came to a crest, the ground suddenly falling away into a void. Siddgeir sighed and his soldiers came from behind, listening to the valley before the sounds of howling stopped and they were left with nothing.

The soldier pulled out a whistle and blew, the high pitched tweet echoing off the rocks but nothing responded back, not a bird or a beast. He did it again, Siddgeir becoming agitated and Kjersti turned her mare back, desperate to find a way into the valley. There was a trail, not used in what looked like years and she took it, her mare pushing through into a darkness. The trees tangled again, thorns twisted over the ground. The hard earth gave way to moss, needles from fir trees made a blanket over it and she found herself pulling her mare away from a marsh land, skirting the side where dark trees loomed out of the fog.

She heard panting behind her from a horse, Siddgeir coming to her side and they were silent, staring into the woods. He didn’t look happy. “I’ve never been this way before.”

She looked at him and he didn’t look pleased, his hands tight on the horse’s reins and she heard a sound; paws on the earth. He heard as well, instinctively reaching for his bow and there was movement all around them, whimpering and crying from beasts.

It was the hounds, racing back from the darkness and the horses reared as they rushed past, not looking back as they did. Siddgeir yelled at his men to get them, Kjersti shocked as she watched them emerge from the fog and within it she saw a shape. On the path ahead, laying still there was a shape motionless.

“Damned hounds!” Siddgeir spat, his stallion snorting with stress as the dogs tried to avoid being caught, their ears back and tails down. Kjersti moved forward, eyes on the lump. Something was there, not natural of the earth and her Jarl finally noticed. He called to her.

“What is it?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“I do not know.”

The dogs whimpered and shook, the two frantic soldiers rushing to leash them and keep them to their sides and Kjersti felt their fear as she moved closer. Her mare stopped and its own ears went back, its body tense.

“Kjersti!”

She did not listen. She had no choice but to dismount, her curiosity driving her and Siddgeir kept his distance, his stallion refusing to move further. She carefully tread on the earth, stepping lightly as she did until she made her way to the lump of furs on the ground. It was a human.

It was a human once.

The face was missing and she staggered back, covering her mouth. The eyes were still there, the teeth and holes for the nose but the skin was missing on the face. She found herself coughing, curling over in disgust and her Jarl dismounted, ready to come over but she stopped him.

“Don’t.”

“What is it?!” he demanded and she shook her head, pulling at his sleeves so he would not see.

“It’s a man without a face.”

He stared at her as if she was a lunatic but he did not move forward. Her pale face and fear made him accept her words and he pulled her back with him, nodding to one of the soldiers who stood nearby looking himself.

“Bury that,” he commanded and the soldier hesitated but nodded. He did not have a shovel, only a sword and he was forced to dig into the earth and marsh, his eyes not looking to the body behind him. Siddgeir mounted his horse, Kjersti hers and they turned them, leading them away a few meters where the other soldier held the leashes of the frightened hounds, waiting in the silence of the forest. The fog still rolled through the trees.

They returned without a kill, the dogs restless and Kjersti quiet. Her Jarl took to his longhouse after giving his horse back to the soldiers of his hold, his weapon taken to be stored once more and she followed him, disturbed. She remained by his side for the rest of the day, quiet and watching the door and the court became unsettled by the tension coming from her.

Finally her Jarl spoke. “It was probably a vampire.”

“That was not done by a vampire.”

He stared at her and she fidgeted, her mind going to the whispers she heard, the hushed talk amongst the guards and the inquiries made to Runil. It was made by something, something she seemed to have forgotten. No more was spoken on the matter, her Jarl in a mood from the poor hunt and she finally was commanded to return to her abode, making the journey back alone causing her nerves to be on edge as she did.

The next day, there was another body.

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Oooh this is brilliant A!A! Absolutely chilling... I hope you continue!

I like it. The opening paragraph, it just wants to come in- got the shivers!

Gotta say, this is legit creepy and -i hate myself for asking- but is there a next chapter?

I've read most (all?) of the Siddgeir/Kjersti fills. Most of them squick me because they seem to be dub-con D/S rather than explicitly consensual. ("They're a bit rapey" was what I said to my husband and my friends with whom I discuss fanfic). But I'm chalking that up to the fact that I have a really strong consent fetish, and your kinks are not my kinks. I keep reading them, even though they squick me, which says something about the quality of your writing.

This, on the other hand, is absolutely brilliant and I really love it. There is a strong feeling of terror, and Siddgeir's canon assholery is perfect for the situation. I desperately want to know who/what the monster is, and what happens next. I hope you finish it soon.

i probably made a mistake when i decided to read it at night, 'cause now I'm somewhere between being scared shitless and wanting more

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