PrttySweet Distractions

The lease is signed, the kettle’s on, but something in the attic has a strong opinion about the new wallpaper.

Those other tenants never knock when opening doors. They always leave the lights on and throw parties at night.

Stay in a haunted house or deal with a bad roommate situation

It’s not the shadows. Shadows hold form. The real terror is the absence. The physical, heavy silence that sits beside you in the empty house, pressing down on your shoulders. It’s when the familiar creaks of the floorboards stop being comforting and start sounding like deliberate, stalking steps. When the silence gets so loud it rings, and you realize that nothing in the universe is there to stop anything from taking you. It's not a concept. It’s the visceral, cold understanding that when the light goes out, you are the only meat in the room, and something—just beyond the mirror, just within the walls—is absolutely ravenous for your company.

Every life keeps a ledger, and the Reaper always collects.

When he comes for you, what accounts will be balanced: love, friendship, self-respect? Or what accounts will be deep in debt: malice, greed, gluttony, or wrath? When the Reaper comes to collect, how will your life’s ledger explain the life you led?

We like to pretend the monsters of our youth stayed trapped in storybooks, but the woods at the edge of the mind remain far darker than we admit. "Lions and Tigers and Bears" was never really about beasts in the wild; it was about the breathless terror of the unseen path ahead. It’s the phantom creak of a floorboard in a silent house and the sudden, chilling realization that a shadow in the corner has shifted. Join us live as we shine a quick, blinding light into the dark—if you dare

A panic attack is sure to arise when you believe every animal will attack. Zoophobia takes charge of your reactions and reason. Ruled by fear and anxiety, carefully plan so that no animals cross your path. Zoophobia can take hold of your mind, regurgitating thoughts of dying at the hands of animals on malicious missions

Ever felt a sudden chill, heard a floorboard creak when you’re completely alone, or watched your keys vanish only to reappear right where you looked five times? Welcome to the wild world of paranormal activity—where things don't just go bump in the night, they practically dance! From lingering spirits and flying books to mind-reading tricks and shadows that play hard to get, it’s everything science can’t quite explain... yet. So pull up a chair, leave the lights on (if you dare!), and let’s step into the strange, the unexplained, and the deliciously spooky!

Welcome to spooky season. It is all the scary things. Ghouls, ghosts, monsters of all kinds abound in our nightmares. Fear not or fear all. What is the creepiest of all monsters? Do they live in your closet? Are you afraid to hang your arm off your bed while you sleep, lest you be taken to the depths by what lives beneath? We want to hear all about your Teraphobia.

Welcome to spooky season. It is all the scary things. Ghouls, ghosts, monsters of all kinds abound in our nightmares. Fear not or fear all. What is the creepiest of all monsters? Do they live in your closet? Are you afraid to hang your arm off your bed while you sleep, lest you be taken to the depths by what lives beneath? We want to hear all about your Teraphobia.

As spooky season is upon us, we enter the darkness. Why does a noise in the house sound completely harmless at 2 PM, but like a threat at 2 AM? Tonight, we’re talking about 'In the Dark of Night'—not just the physical absence of light, but the dark places our minds go when we're left alone with our thoughts, our pain, and our secrets. What fear lies in the shadows of your mind, in the shadows of night, in the darkness

Trust can be difficult terrain to traverse. We, generally, want to believe the best in people. Experience makes us wary of so many things. I want to believe you and your lies. I want to believe in a higher power or an afterlife. I want to believe the universe holds more than what this planet has taught us. I want to believe... Life, logic, and pain often paint a different picture, one that keeps us safer or less vulnerable. Can we keep hope through it all or is that desire to believe the illogical our very demise?