I’m doing a thing with some people to do 31 horror story concepts within October
SPOOKTOBER DAY #25 — Cursed Object
TITLE: That Demon Drink
PREMISE: A bottle of primo hooch is doing the rounds, passing by bad circumstance from one person’s hands to another. Each has a drink and each has a supernaturally terrible time. The last person to get the bottle is a cop who has been trying to figure out the string of strange deaths that night, and he steals the dregs of the bottle from a crime scene for a night cap. He chokes and falls over dead, puking magically straight into the bottle without spilling a drop. His last breath is choking up a bottlecap which slams into place, and the refilled bottle rolls away from his corpse to rest against a chair, awaiting its next string of victims.
HORROR ELEMENT: Pretty stock TV horror show stuff.
SPOOKTOBER DAY #26 — Mad Scientist
TITLE: The Individual vs. Society
PREMISE: Inspired by the fact Frankenstein was a college student fucking up his dorm in the original story, and by my own experiences attending art school, I tweak this to be “Mad Artist.” While working on a sculpture installation, an artist discovers The Spark of Life (TM). But was it her work that created life, or was it the boy helping her with the electrical side of things? They both set to using the discovery to play god and make homunculi.
I don’t know how well known this is, but the majority of people in fine art programs are ladies, so in addition to classical sexisms, the men in those programs receive positive attention just for being less common. Men at this point in history have been raised to profound laziness and entitlement. Like the stereotypical 50s dad would at least be doing a job or having man tasks to make up for his lack of help around the house, but that stuff is ancient history – while the idea mom will clean up after you 4ever never went away.
The way this plays out in the fine arts – in combination with male rarity in art programs – is that people show a lot of deference to “boy geniuses” who can make incredibly lazy work backed up with art statements of pure BS. Boy v Girl in the homunculus race – the ultimate installment piece, living art. Boy makes a splashy abomination and manages to rush it out the door before Girl, who is wasting time being conscientious about stuff. He gets the accolades and she gets accused of coattail riding, even while his monster is doing rampages and such.
HORROR ELEMENT: Even that is held against Girl. Her homunculus is seen as less meaningful because it isn’t spraying exploding eyeballs into rush hour traffic. But she accepts it. After all, boys are special geniuses. Did she really discover the spark of life? Gaslit from within.