I started writing just for kicks. Framed against Capitol Hill's B-movie villain contingent of greedy nihilists and backhanded cretins, I've come to find a strange kind of solace in an online horror project known as the Secure, Contain, Protect Foundation Originally meant as a novice writer's playground for creating new monsters, the SCP is entertaining not only for its oddities and creatures, but also for its ordered, clinical attempts to make sense of unpredictable, dangerous, and unchecked forces outside our comprehension.
However, the timestamp of it was a mere 24 seconds before we began viewing it. All equipment involved was examined for foreign software and hardware as well as glitches, as if the time stamp may have glitched and showed the wrong time, but everything checked out fine.
Something comes out of it and starts terrorizing said neighborhood, and they blame the narrator because he's the only one who made any effort to understand it. They try to punish him by marching him into it, and he sees what he describes as "the color of torment." His odd reaction and preference for being shot over whatever's in there convinces them that he's really not responsible; nor is it safe like they'd all ghost stories insisted before.
While I discuss if the site exists, I was doing my spare time finding the videos listed below. He's ubiquitous and kind of an unofficial creepypasta mascot for the internet. I tried to shake the statue, but it would literally appear right behind me every single time.
However, much like how violent video games don't cause violent acts and horror movies don't lead to upticks in real murders , creepypasta does not cause those who read it to become real-life monsters. I closed the door behind me, my eyes held shut and my ears ringing.
You Have Outlived Your Usefulness : Implied at the end of "Normal Porn for Normal People"—the last video described consists of one of the actresses being tied to a bed by two of the people running the site and then brutally mauled to death by a shaved, abused chimpanzee.
Candle Cove quickly begins to sound more like a nightmare than innocent entertainment, with a swivel-eyed, loose-jawed puppet called the Skin Taker, and unexplained screaming and crying. I stalled for long enough that the session timed out and I almost lost the story, but finally I submitted it. Footsteps” was live.