Reading the ingredients in my cereal has never been so terrifying

Studying for math never felt more 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗~

*_"Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know."_* - _Catherine Fisher_

if you read this, doesn't matter where you are right now on this planet, I wish you a wonderful night and a happy peaceful life where all your dreams become true.

this makes me feel like i just inherited an old countryside estate from my distant grandmother, and its my first day there. its raining and foggy and im all alone. some how, the fire place is lit and dinner is set.

I've never read through comments about doing things ominously so ominously.

The first two made me feel like im a young man in a Victorian era living in a old castle on a mountain that's pretty lively and also kinda haunted,just walking through the halls and just holding a oil lamp to light my way through the hall and reading a book for entertainment

Suddenly, im not a girl revising her past lessons, i am now an obsessed historian who has just found an explanation so perfect that undeniable for the greatest mystery the world has ever seen

When you play “Rock Paper Scissors” with the mirror but lose.

Now studying history feels like a thriller book

this playlist evokes so many emotions at once: sadness, peace, curiosity, fear, guilt, nostalgia, contentment. I feel terrifyingly powerful! there's so much beauty in the dark...and I'm happy I'm not the only one appreciating it :)

It reminds me of a dream I had in my childhood. I was eating apples. A big sweet juicy apple, green with red. It was soo good. Then I took one more. Make a bite, swollowed, and look at it. And I was holding an eye in my hand. Looked at the rest of them. And there were no apples. Will never forget it.

Without music, I'm a student studying for a test; with music-Im a baroness planning the murder of my husband to collect his riches.

I used to be a normal Swedish 16 year old boy. Now I am a soldier in the Great Northern War, resting in an abandoned farmhouse before tomorrow's journey towards Moscow. Something is off, though, I can feel it. The creaking of the stairs can't simply be the cold northern wind, can it?

0:00 what went we 1:59 michelle 8:09 silent hill ☆ 9:58 tea for two 12:45 reminiscence ☆ 17:14 in the androgynous dark 22:03 ajar 24:30 messy hearts 33:40 ritual casting ☆ 37:12 arthur’s theme ☆

Beneath the moon's pale glow A shadow creeps, so slow Through the mist it lingers A presence felt with icy fingers Whispers fill the night A haunting, spectral sight Trembling, you take a step Into the darkness, where shadows wept A chill runs down your spine As the wind begins to whine The shadows stretch and grow Your fears begin to show Is it all just in your head? Or are the spirits of the dead Drawing ever closer now With a cold and quiet vow You cannot run, you cannot hide As the darkness swallows your pride The shadows take you, one by one Until the night's dark work is done.

Me without music: Just studying biology Me with this music: feeling like da vinci while I dissect corps in my basement

Me without *athmospheric gothic music* : meh it's raining outside Me with *athmospheric gothic music* : _All around me tears drip from the eaves and flood the gutters, washing the filth away._ _Grey sky like great battleships,.clouds colliding with one another._ _Rain falls down on the World..._

I always listen to this while writing. I write a lot of horror so this really sets the mood. I started listening to it while reading The Long Walk.

"Silent Hill", it reminds me that one time I was lost, in a the most beautiful rolling hills I had ever seen, I had gotten lost there because I was young, and thought it would be a enjoyable thing to do, to just... walk into the hills, and it was. The lower parts of the hill were shallow, not steep, the high parts peaked at a perfect flat, with no unexpected edge or depression. The only unexpected part about being there was the constant feeling of being watched but I couldn't be bothered, after all I was just a small child with a care free mind. After being there for over 5 hours I finally found a road, recognized the street, and was able to get to the parking lot where my mom had parked, there's this thing I do sometimes where I'll just stare back at where we leave from, I don't know why I do it but I do it every time I leave from somewhere I liked, so when I got in the back seat of the car and just turned around to stare my mom wasn't surprised at all, but I was, because when I focused just hard enough, I swear I saw someone's head peaking over the edge of a hill staring directly at me, silently watching.

In light, we see the world as it is In darkness, we see what it could become

We need more gothic sounding music nowadays I wanna feel like a Victorian vampire

Without music: a bored teenager trying to write a horror story With music: *a young lady looks up at the dark night, watched the full moon as she carefully dips the pen into the thick black ink, pouring the darkness of her thoughts on the rough paper she held, the darkness that took over the yellow page, in form of that pure, black ink.*

"Twelve dreams for the red queen under crown of stone That she may linger longer with eyes kept closed Eleven thorns blooming from her troubled brow Awaiting the next harvest to be gleaned at brisk springs Ten copper veins ripped from the belly of the earth Melted into tears flowing towards banished brothers Nine glorious pyres on the scorched plain To punish those whose hands were slow to obey Eight voracious beasts born from eight restless nights Their backs hardened by their race with the sun Seven notes of warning in the summer sky Compelling child to shielded sheets of sleep Six watchers bent on the hunting trails Shadows of their spears trace the tired furrows Five houses to fall before song’s end Then five more reborn from their blackened ashes Four nails piercing the flesh of the sinner Restlessly hung to the dark wood of his crimes Three books scribbled by pen of the dancer Who refuses to answer the call of the abyss Two giant rival snakes slither in ageless forest Coiled to the bones of mortals destined for the grave One prayer for the summoned called by this song Child born from darkness whose path he must find."

*Its my mental breakdown and I get to choose the songs*

Ah yes I have found the perfect music to play Animal Crossing with

this aint only reading music, writing does good too with this

Don't mind me listening to this while drawing Lady Dimitrescu

The music is great, but I think I enjoyed reading all the comments the most!! There are a lot of creative and imaginative people on here... well, ALL of them actually!! You have all entertained me while listening to this music!!! :)

"Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make" - Bram Stoker

1) 0:00 - 1:56 What Went We - Mark Korven 2) 1:59 - 8:04 Michelle - Cloverfield Lane 3) 8:09 - 9:57 Maternal - Silent Hill 4) 9:58 - 12:44 Tea for Two - The Woman in Black ost 5) 12:45 - 17:13 Reminiscence - Olafur Arnald 6) 17:14 - 22:01 In the Androgynous Dark - Brambles 7) 22:02 - 24:28 Ajar - Mike Lazarev 8) 24:30 - 33:38 Messy Hearts - Moon At the Dark 9) 33:40 - 37:09 Ritual Casting - The Conjuring 10) 37:12 - 38:58 Arthur`s theme - The Woman in Black

*Me without this music:* "ah yes it is raining outside in this small city of mine. How nice." *Me listening to this music:* The sun of yesterday has faded into dark ominous clouds that breathe in the new mornings’ air. Each breath releases thousands of raindrops upon the unsuspecting houses below. The light pitter-patter, reminiscent of quiet radio static, echos through the halls of homes littered throughout this corner of suburbia. As the church bells sound, alerting residents of the dawn, the once sleepy town becomes lively.

is this what vampires play when they have trouble falling asleep?

hear this while whatching teletubbies with no sound has never be so strange

I read The Dunwich Horror while i'm listening to this. It was a dark, ominous, chilling experience.

I listened to this while reading Clive Barker's "The Hellbound Heart" - an amazing, short novel. A quick horror read you should definitely give a go

Was putting on makeup while this was playing in the background... suddenly I'm a well respected and feared queen, sitting at her vanity, using the blood of other young women as a part of my skincare routine to keep me looking youthful.

Ah, yes. The perfect music to have playing whilst I read my grades.

_Shrouded in darkness, the soul's natural slumber enveloped me entirely. My sleep, however, was without dreams, a simple lack of consciousness untainted by the mind's fabrications. Then, suddenly, the harbinger of steel and glass ripped me violently from this slumber, casting me into the world of the living to fend for myself yet again, until the eternal darkness claims my soul, my memory becoming a mere fragment of time, a whisper in history._ In other words, I was sleeping but then my alarm clock went and I was sad

Great music, great gothic literature, and we should never forget the master of gothic who was the inspiration for Bram Stoker's Dracula with the original vampire story, Carmilla, written by another Irishman Joseph Sheridan LeFanu. If you've never read his stories I highly recommend them..there are lots and are a feast for Gothic fans. 🙂

Listening to this while writing a paper about the despair and loneliness in frankenstein really is satisfying asf

When you're walking alone in the woods and you sneeze but someone says bless you

The fact that this playlist sinc perfectly with my reading makes it more special,when it was a tense/scary moment,the music intensified, when the character was neutral the music sound normal,amazing

My heart is so happy to hear a song from Silent Hill in this playlist. The Silent Hill videogame soundtracks from Silent Hill 1 - 4 are truly remarkable. I'm so glad it's getting recognition outside of the silent hill community

Studying with this on feels like im reading the forbidden books in the library at Hogwarts

When you want to read the news D I F F E R E N T L Y

This is what I feel inside. This is the sound of my thoughts, the voice within me, which sooths and comforts after a night of violence.

"The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still." -Edgar Allan Poe, Spirits of the Dead

The demons in my room : This is my jam Me : *I know*

Oh just writing my to do -buy groceries -soccer practice at 5 -find where to bury the body -pick up laundry

I need help finding more music like this. This playlist is incredible and is pretty cohesive despite the variety of sources. Please make another video, a sequel to this one!

For most of the people it's a reading playlist, but for me it's a writing one. Thanks for making it and good luck to me in writing my story :)

I was born deaf. It really never bothered me anyways. I could always just focus on whatever I wanted to do, without distractions. Oftenly my friends would write to me about stuff they heard in videos on the internet, so I could "hear it with them". Whenever I had the time for it, I locked myself in my room and closed my window, so no light could enter the place. It felt amazing to just bathe in the complete silence, only distrubed when one of my parents opened the door to call me for lunch or dinner. But then I moved away, to another house, in another city, in another country. That was also my first time living alone. Without friends or family at home to help me with sounds I couldn't hear, I developed a constant need for all the lights in the house to be on so I could navigate safetly in my own home. Not because I was afraid of the dark, no. But because I had no clue about who was turning the lights off everytime I left a room.

I fell asleep to this and woke up in a haunted mansion SEND HELP

I now embrace the dark As she wraps me in black tears Fully clothing on me All the scars I wear But in this darkness I see A black, sombre stare Unsurprisingly it seems to be A reflection of mine filled with fear Looking back with eyes austere Chained in black ecstasy But allowed to wander black stairs Forbidden to wander lit halls free The reflection looks at me With a face lassitude has seared Still chained in black ecstasy Forbidden to wander lit halls free But I still lovingly embrace the dark With black tears and black glee

She stared and stared at the apartment that was directly across from hers. Many years ago, she would have looked at it with deep regret and a heavy heart, but now it simply symbolized a mystery that lay in the depths of her mind and chained her thoughts, always demanding to be solved. After all, it was in that apartment that her brother tasted his last breaths before he plunged the kitchen knife into his heart and silenced its beats. That night, he might have killed himself and ended his misery, but he began the misery of countless others..his parents, for one, who had always held a special love for their son, were more than heartbroken. Their health dwindled quickly and it was not more than half a year later that the burden of their grief was heavier than they could bear. It is said that their last words were a plea to God begging him for the forgiveness of their children...However that wasn’t what puzzled his sister Cathy and kept her awake all those months, desperate for an answer. She never believed the story of her brother’s suicide. She couldn’t accept it even after all those years. No one took her seriously when she suggested that someone might have taken her brother’s life, in fact they looked at her in a rather incredulous way...as if she was crazy for even insinuating the idea. Cathy, now standing at the door of her brother’s apartment, shakily pressed the key into the lock and turned...one time...two times...three times and it was open. She walked slowly inside, each step heavier than the last. Dirty, old, and small is what the place could have been described as. Tears dropped as the memories came through. As she walked into the kitchen, her eyes widened and her breath cut short as she saw the kitchen knife. The kitchen knife that was spluttered with dried blood, no doubt the last drops of blood her brother shed. The knot that had formed in her brain was finally beginning to untie...she began to remember, remember, remember what her mind had hid from itself. She remembered that night. She remembered the kitchen knife. And most importantly, she remembered how she had taken the kitchen knife and plunged it straight into her brother’s heart.

studying for a science exam never felt so 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡....

It's an honor to be in this comments section, i'm in a fucking fancy place, only classy people can hear this stuff ...

Listening to this whilst laying on my bed by the soft glow of candlelight and watching a full moon traverse the cloudy starless skies above, I haven't felt quite so at peace for a long time.

The way you make "never forgive me, never forget me" more melancholic but slightly cinematic, is perfection ✨

strong wind, rain, 6:00 am. A coffe and some cookies. *Time to read Stephen King*

x: What kind of music do you listen to? me: You wouldn't get it...

The 3rd song is actually called "Never forgive me, never forget me" on the silent hill 3 soundtrack by Akira Yamaoka. 😊

Great music.... I was just reading my book the Iliad and with this music at the background really got to me when Hector says, I quote "No one is going to send me down to Hades before my time, though death itself, I think. Is something no man, coward or hero, can escape, once he has come into this world."

This eases me into the dark academia aesthetic really well. I'm new to it, so it's interesting to see how a simple change in the ambiance can make writing a boring essay seem so mysterious and exciting all of a sudden.

Whenever I’m home alone late at night, and I know no one is coming home until the next morning, I like to have this music playing in the background. It adds dramas and intrigue to otherwise dull nights, with the added bonus that whenever someone tries to break in, they feel equally unsettled.

Watching The Office with this playlist on background is magical.

There are many playlists available but this is the one I return to over and over again. Perfection. I wish there could be a follow up.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." --- Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

I get exactly what the person meant with "Why do horror games sound so beautiful?" Music is a wondrous thing, conveying different emotions and all feel so unique, some get you kicking through the day, others make you sad, others give you a sense of melancholy. Some make you relaxed. Some music makes you scared or terrified other music is ok. Some music opens gateways to different worlds just like books and paintings and creative things. Some combine everything into one. And this type of music has something about it, that is so hard to describe and yet what you can't put into words everyone knows what you mean, because everyone feels it, the ambience, the peace and fear combined, the security in darkness. It's beautiful. I absolutely love to listen to this music late in the evening, reading a book or just in a moment of peace where I space out and daydream, maybe like on bus rides on a rainy cloudy day. I cannot put into words what everyone here is feeling, but I do know it's beautiful. And that's the only word that's really needed.

The artist; Nicola Samori is one of my favorites of all time. I like to scroll through google images of his work while listening to this. Haunting and beautiful would be an understatement

I just happened to be reading while this was playing. I was reading about dreams. The fact that I can actually read in my dreams when everyone says you can't. I was looking up why I can. This music made reading about it even more interesting. It provided a nice atmosphere

The painting of the woman with the skull is by Nicola Samori. His artwork is of such a wonderfully dark and macabre beauty, and this particular image matches this great soundtrack perfectly!

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die" -H. P. Lovecraft

This makes me feel like I’m walking through a museum. An endless one made of wood, and all that there is at the end is one single painting giving off a yellow light. I have no idea what it holds, and I never will. And also it’s funky, boy! Good song(s)

In my room in the dark looking out my window watching the lightning strick the thunder rumble the smell of the rain it's soo peaceful as I'm hypnotized by this beautiful music.

Suddenly, I'm not a fangirl writing fanfiction; I'm a murderer, writing my story to send it to the police station under an alias name.

Played this to my pet squid, now he's a Great One.

Reading Carmilla with this playing is just 🖤 perfection 🖤

I listen to this every time I read any kind of scary book, helps me get into the spooky mood.

K E N O P S I A: ETYMOLOGY: From Greek, kenosis "emptiness" + opsia "seeing" kenopsia, n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that's usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet-a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds-an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs.

"This spot marks our grave, but you may rest here too, if you would like"

Reading 'The Fall of the House of Usher' with this in the background. Shivers are running down my spine and it's fantastic

I searched “music to listen to while reading horror manga” and I’m into it. I now feel like listening to this every morning getting ready and while on my daily commute, so it’s like I’m the protagonist in my own sinister horror movie

Studying astrophysics here makes me think about how would be searching for hidden laws of an hostile universe, dominated by lifeless freezing emptiness, strange forms of matter and energy beyond human comprehension, deadly voids that open up to unknown dimensions and... *_WAIT_*

I'm just over here vibing and memorizing Edgar Allen Poe's Tell Tale Heart

Listening to this while writing a dark love story with two people interested in gothic abandoned churches, medieval libraries, and eventually dancing in an empty ballroom with this type of music playing in the background.

Before listening: just a random American guy. After listening: I'm 867 years old and still look 32....and the only way my life continues is if i take life from another. Oh, and i live in a massive estate mansion in Romania or something.

"If he be Mr. Hyde, I shall be Mr. Seek!"

I often come back here for the music and the comments. I hope this video will never disappear.

I like how the track on the video changes in time with the songs

When you tried to kill that spider days ago, now appear on your chest..staring at you and the music start

Imagination is humans' only superpower. Children's are stronger than most adults. The people they call crazy live a different reality to help them cope with every day, boring-ass life. Imagination is a superpower. Use it.

Always and forever my favorite playlist for writing horror.

The Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe turned into a theater scene will listening to this. This is amazing.

Listening to this mix turns ANY monotonous task into a long and elaborate scheme to exact revenge on your estranged brother-in-law

It stalks now. The days are growing stronger, I grow weaker, I still carry my last wounds from our meetings. It gets closer everyday, those eyes of fire and blood get brighter, it’s stench, it’s slobbering growls louder. Whatever gods there be, may one help me. I know no other way to escape from it’s lust. Even now, it sits not 10 paces away, baring into my soul from the darkness.

I read, "The Mystery of Marie Rogêt" by Edgar Allan Poe with this soundtrack!

Drawing an eerie character has never been more eerie..

50 shadows of Grey now feels like what it is, the macabre story about a rich man who physically and emotionally abuse his young secretary