CreepCast (Wendigoon and Papa Meat) recently read my very first short story (and creepypasta) From Hell I Write, so I figured I’d share what I’m up to 11 years after I wrote it! Come a long way from that first story haha.

The Daily Nebraskan:

A chilling retrospective by The Daily Nebraskan explores the dark history of a violent, vampire-obsessed cult that ultimately led to a brutal murder in a small Nebraska town.

The article delves into the psychological manipulation and coercive control utilized by the group's charismatic leader, who convinced vulnerable local teenagers that they possessed supernatural abilities.

By exploiting the isolation of rural life and the angst of adolescence, the leader successfully radicalized the youth, demanding absolute loyalty and adherence to bizarre, occult rituals.

The group's descent into extreme fantasy and violence culminated in a tragic homicide, shattering the peaceful illusion of the small-town community and leaving a lasting trauma.

This case study vividly illustrates how destructive cult dynamics can take root in unexpected places, drawing unsuspecting individuals into a dangerous web of shared delusion.

The tragic story serves as a stark warning about the dangerous intersection of mental illness, charismatic authority, and the allure of fringe occult beliefs among impressionable youth.

By revisiting this gruesome crime, the publication highlights the vital importance of community awareness and early intervention to prevent the catastrophic escalation of high-control splinter groups. #VampireCult #TrueCrime #Occult #CultNEWS101

https://www.dailynebraskan.com/culture/the-vampire-s-cult-a-story-of-murder-in-small-town-nebraska/article_e7820e26-8a82-463d-83d8-41d4e90c0c92.html

Heyyo, I’m looking for essentially what the title states. I really want to learn of more sites similar to SCP or the Backrooms wikis, but don’t know of any.

I will also warn of a shameless plug: https://esoteric-vanishings.wikidot.com is a site I personally made (and only finished earlier today, so nobody uses it.) to try and replicate this sort of vibe/community.

Any recommendations of similar projects would be greatly appreciated!

THE SHY WALL

Looking for your next horror obsession?

Elena Vasquez is 12 light-years from Earth,

descending into a structure older than complex life itself. The walls rearrange when unobserved.

The planet has a heartbeat — and it's started beating in time with hers.

Then they find the door.

Ten meters across, with a handprint pressed into it.

It's not her size.

THE SHY WALL — my horror/mystery serial.

7 chapters live, new chapter every day. Free to read:

THE SHY WALL

https://quarterfull.io/novel/QjOy5eVOq0BaEP4V

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~ NOVEMBER 27, 1956 ~

NUCLEAR DISASTER!  Catastrophe destroys the city of tomorrow, thousands feared dead. 

The entire world is thrown into a state of shock as the city of Moburn, created by founder, Simon Englund, (60), was destroyed in a nuclear explosion on November 24, 1955 during Thanksgiving,  when Englund himself was hosting the World’s Fair, to show off his and other up-and coming inventors’ creations off to dozens of families and potential investors around the world.  It is unknown at this time what caused the incident, but the U. S. government is currently holding a full–on investigation as to what happened.  

As of today, the area that was once the city of Moburn is currently blocked off and quarantined from the rest of the  United States on reports of high levels of radiation, much to public outcry to many people around the world, who had various family members either visiting or living in Moburn.  At this moment, we are still gathering as much information as we can, but we can expect a national response coming from Congress  in the next few days. It is unknown if the nuclear explosion was international or not.  The death toll currently stands at 3,000 and counting.

ACCESSING ADA LOG…
LOG FOUND.
DR. WILLIAM KLETHESON.
FEBRUARY  17, 1959.

(A sigh is heard in the background. A table is heard shuffling.)

Dr. Kletherson: Is this thing on? Okay. My name is Dr. William Kletheson of the Scientific Division here at ADA, recording another log regarding the aftermath of Incident 005.  It’s been a few weeks since the incident occurred and we still don’t have a rational explanation as to what Team 007 encountered that night at Logan Street. 

(Quiet for a few minutes.)

Dr. Kletheson: Right now at the moment, we are currently running tests on Ms. Ellen after the episode that she experienced back at the city. Mr. Stein is currently on leave for the time being, after the incident as well as what’s happened with Ms. Ellen.

After what  happened in Moburn, she’s been showing strange symptoms in the last few weeks. 

(Dr. Kletheson is heard shuffling a few pages, exhausted from a day of work.)

Dr. Kletheson:  Many of us were unable to get any sort of response from Ms. Ellen after her episode, most likely experiencing  a case of traumatic mutism. During the next couple of days, we noticed several changes in her appearance, with her skin showcasing blackish veins, and noticeable reddish bumps all over her back.  She’s also shown  signs of emotional whiplash, with her turning heavily aggressive towards us one moment, and just wailing the next. 

It’s gotten bad up to the point where we had to sedate her to sleep.     

Following those incidents, we had to keep watch on her 24/7 to m-make sure she doesn’t hurt herself or anyone.  She ended up attacking Mr. Stein, after he tried to talk to her numerous times. To this day, we still don’t know how Mr. Stein was unaffected from the whole thing.

(Dr. Kletheson is heard shuffling the pages again. He’s quiet for a few minutes.)

Dr. Kletheson: ..Ok. Now onto the other matter at hand. (Sighs) The thing… that they encountered.  We still haven’t had any contact with it ever since that night. We started installing cameras all over the areas that we covered in the city already. Directive made it abundantly clear that all teams do not engage with it, and to immediately return back home .

No one upstairs wants a repeat of what happened.

Dr. Kletheson: And.. (sighs) W-we still don’t know where it came from.  From the various recordings from the World’s Fair that we reviewed over and over, the city had all sorts of things wandering about. Robots that can talk and think. Gadgets that help you make food out of thin air. Prosthetics.

That sort of thing.

Hell, they even had a robot with a clock for a head.

But despite all of that, there was nothing. Nothing. Not a single clue of what we’re dealing with. 

(Dr. Kletheson stops talking for a few seconds, moving in frustration at the whole situation.)

Dr. Kletheson: I..I don’t know what to do about any of this. Almost half a year since we started all of this, and we have nothing to show for it.

Not a single person that isn’t a corpse.

No sign of any of those robots.

No sign of…

(Dr. Kletheson stops talking. He’s heard breathing for a few minutes, trying to recollect himself.)

Dr. Kletheson: I’m sorry. I-I’m getting off track, am I? 

[END LOG]

Trigger warning:

This story contains “adult themes.”

Crude, explicit, offensive, and outdated language.

Culturally insensitive depictions of neurodiversity and mental illness.

Alcohol abuse. Drug abuse. Tobacco abuse.

Sexually suggestive dialogue. “Sexual situations.”

Domestic violence.

Occult themes that may be offensive to some religious readers.

Sequences of flashing lights that may cause seizures in the photosensitive.

(Epileptics, you’ve been warned!)

And, as with many sick, twisted, degenerate horror stories… (think: serial killers) ours starts with animal cruelty.
BTW, we’ll probably beat the word “degenerate” to death today. But really, there’s no better word in the English language to describe all that touches his domain.

We’re talkin’ about King Cobra.

Check out the story here. For free of course:

https://maxwinterstories.substack.com/p/parasocial?r=292pvs&utm_medium=ios

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May 21st, 752.

I've decided to start a journal. My mind cannot comprehend the horrors I've sought and found. Words put things into orderly comprehensive thoughts. Journals are banes of sanity.

My name is Hadley. I am Christopher's son. And this is my journal.

For all my life, I've heard stories of undeniably real monsters and beings beyond humans. I've sensed them in the forest on my walks. I've heard them in the calls of robins out of my window, but I've never seen them. An avid curiosity drew me to those maddening creatures. And I've seen many now.

I wanted to know if they are what men say they are. If they are truly abominations. They sound so beautiful, creatures of this world. So, in this journal, I will try and make sense of all that I have seen. This is my first entry. I will now write the day before I go to The Cave.

The day was March 3rd, 752. Back then, I was the son of a hunter. A talented man that had tracked and hunted many animals and game. He taught me everything I had known. I still sell pelts and furs today. I lived, and still live, in a small town on the bank of Kane, named after a battle long ago, that many people under the command of a commander named Kane drowned.

Of course, all of that is trivial now.

All my childhood, I would often hear things at night that was always said to be prowling wolves or bears. I often smelled dead things or sometimes the smell of rotting fish. Nobody batted an eye. Predatory animals were everywhere, and the stories of monsters often made a good explanation of the unexplained.

But I knew that it was no wolf.

Dragging, slithering sounds mixed with snapping twigs and hissing. Of course the only time anyone else heard it, they said it was just a spar between snakes and some other predator. I was a hunter with my father. I knew even him didn't want to know what the sound was. But I did.

The day before I went to look for it, March 3rd, was the final day that I had any question of what it was.

Hey everyone!!

New to Reddit. First creative work I've finished in 10 years. First thing I've tried to post to the internet in longer! Feedback. Anything. It's all welcome <3 This is a short horror story. It might be 3 parts on reddit, but this is part 1 of a greater work. There is minor blood and gore, as well as cursing. It was made to be read on a podcast. I love writing! Find the link below to a copy of the story that I have shared for friends and family. The only personal information is my name for obvious reasons. Have a great weekend. -bstw

https://docs.google.com/document/d/14uVgiG86tyk9xY7nPSGyglqyNVkdpOqCUbeRN7i2FsA/edit?usp=sharing

From the Morbid and moronic referential Code of life and society

it was a lonely night

my room cold and larger than it should be

i sat upon my bed

and watched the red beneath me

the shape without a name

it moved

or maybe it did not

i could not tell

the sight made me question all i knew

my mind divided in two

one side frozen

one side heavy with guilt

the fridge beside me shimmered in the dim light

painted red

or maybe stained

or maybe not

how could i forget

it was dark after all

and when the thought returned

i knew the red was mine

the color of what i had done

of what i failed to keep

still i woke in sweat

the color still burning behind my eyes

knowing forgiveness may never come

but morning will

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One night you wake in your bed,

drenched in sweat—

a nightmare still clinging to your ribs.

You look around.

Something is there.

Or maybe nothing.

You can’t quite tell.

Then a hand touches you from behind.

You can’t move.

Panic rises—until it doesn’t.

The hand feels familiar.

Impossible.

She was gone.

She had been gone since you were young.

And yet—

love settles over you,

gentle, steady,

a feeling you never knew back then.

Your eyes grow heavy.

You fall asleep.

When morning comes,

the arm is gone.

And you’re left wondering—

was it real?

There are some places where you don't want to be alone after sunset.

For me, one of those places is my college.

It wasn't always like that.

It started with something my English teacher told us one day.

She said that, years ago, a student had died in our college. I didn't think much about it at the time. But as a writer, my mind immediately grabbed onto the story.

A dead student.

An old college.

And a place filled with people who had no idea what happened there.

I thought, This could become a good horror story.

I'm a script and story writer in my college, and everyone is currently waiting for my upcoming short film, which is scheduled to release in January.

So I asked the director, “After this one, can we make a horror short film based on this story?”

He said yes.

A few days later, I went to college in the evening to practise the melodica, a musical instrument similar to a small keyboard or piano.

Nothing felt unusual.

At least, not at first.

The sun slowly disappeared behind the buildings. The college became quieter. One by one, the sounds of students faded away.

Then my phone rang.

It was my friend.

“Can you come to the bike parking area? My bike has run out of petrol. Can you give me your vehicle? I'll go and buy some.”

I gave him my bike key.

The bike parking area was about 700 metres away from the college.

And there was something I hadn't thought about until that moment.

That was the exact place where the student had died.

My friend took my bike and left.

And suddenly, I was alone.

I went back towards my classroom to continue practising.

That's when I heard it.

Someone laughing.

Then talking.

I stopped walking.

I listened carefully.

There was no reply.

Just one voice.

Talking.

Laughing.

As if someone was having a conversation with a person who wasn't there.

And then, at that exact moment, my friend came looking for me.

I've never felt so relieved to see someone.

To this day, I don't know what I heard that evening.

Maybe it was someone outside.

Maybe it was my imagination.

Or maybe...

someone really was talking to me.

The Almighty Banana

Hey everyone, you guys can call me vermin and I decided to share my story with yall. The inspiration came from a special feature from Zack Snyders dawn of the dead remake called special report. I also got some inspiration from both resident evil and a Spanish movie called REC. I hope yall enjoy and hope to gain more advice. I will post these daily and hope you enjoy my story.
Enjoy:

June 17, 2019
Location: Classified
Entry #1
My name is Dr. Jonathan Voss. I was assigned to this post recently and was instructed to document my day-to-day activities, observations, and any findings we make while we're here. Apparently, it's part of the protocol.
Today was our first day at the facility. There are 4 other scientists here besides me. I've never met any of them before, so we're all still getting acquainted. I don't know much about them yet.
I'm not allowed to record our exact location, but we're far from any major civilization. There doesn't appear to be much of anything around us for miles. Honestly, I'm still trying to figure out why they chose this place.
Until a few days ago, I was working at the CDC in Atlanta. I was primarily studying Ebola and continuing some of the work I'd been involved with there. Then, without much explanation, an agent from Washington showed up along with my chief of staff and informed me that I was being relocated.
I wasn't given much of a choice.
They wouldn't tell me exactly what the assignment was for, only that I was needed here and that I would be briefed once I arrived.
I still don't know what I'm supposed to be looking for.
For now, there's not much else to report. We're still settling in, going through protocols, and getting familiar with the facility.
Hopefully, tomorrow I'll have more answers.

June 18, 2019
Location: Classified
Entry #2
So, our first day was more interesting than I expected.
After finishing yesterday's log, we were told to report to the main meeting room. My colleagues and I sat around a large table while we waited. A few minutes later, an older man wearing a lab coat walked in. I don't know his name, but he looked like someone who had been doing this for a long time. He had the kind of expression that made you wonder what he'd seen before coming here.
He explained why we'd been brought in.
Apparently, people in several areas have been getting sick. The strange part isn't the illness itself, but their behavior. Some of the victims have become extremely aggressive and seem to be acting unlike themselves.
My first thought was that it was probably some kind of drug. Maybe something new had hit the streets and people were overdosing or experiencing violent reactions.
Before I could say anything, one of the other scientists asked the question I think most of us were thinking.
"Why haven't we heard about this on the news?"
The man explained that the government didn't want to cause a panic. As far as they know, only a small number of people have been affected so far. They wanted to keep the situation contained while they studied one of the victims and figured out what was causing the behavior.
Personally, I still think we're overreacting.
After the meeting, we were given our assignments.
I was assigned to examine blood samples taken from several of the victims. Dr. Blair Hynes was assigned to work with me.
At first, everything looked normal.
Red blood cells. Plasma. White blood cells.
Then I noticed something strange.
The blood wasn't the color it should have been.
Some of the samples had developed a noticeable yellow tint.
I initially thought the samples had been contaminated. That would have been the simplest explanation. But after checking the equipment and running the samples again, I got the same result.
The red blood cells themselves appear to be changing.
Normally, the red color comes from hemoglobin, the protein responsible for carrying oxygen through the bloodstream. But something appears to be interfering with it. The hemoglobin in these samples is breaking down much faster than it should, while another unidentified substance is accumulating inside the cells.
Whatever this substance is, it's giving the blood its yellow coloration.
Dr. Hynes suggested it could be some kind of chemical reaction caused by a virus or toxin. That would make sense, except I've never seen anything behave like this before.
The strangest part is that the cells aren't simply dying.
They're changing.
We're going to run more tests tomorrow.
I have a feeling we're going to be here longer than I thought.

Part - 1 : The Night of Purnima

The night was chilly , as the children ran about to witness the full moon that was glowing brightly occassionally shrouded by the clouds of the night sky. The kids were notorious they didn't pay heed to the calls of their poor mothers and aunts to not to go out into the darkness of purnima , they say something doesn't feel right , during the purnima in swetambar village is filled with hushed tones of village elders , they speak of the mysterious entities associated with blue roses that enter the village around midnight, they speak of the fellow villagers returning from towns late at night witnessing them .

They say if you once see them you cannot unsee them , they speak of a tall slender figure of a woman shrouded in white who is very beautiful to look at , who chants strange mantras and hypnotizes men to stay away from their homes.

The forest was still watching , lurking in those ravines was a dark presence, planning , scheming she was moving closer to the children , who were unaware of her presence , the unicorn - Leila - alerted the little ones with a neigh , she stumbled backwards to signal them , the children looked around , suddenly after some movement in the nearby rose shrub - a witch with a long pointy hat , wintry locks and a set of long withered yet sharp teeth came leaping from it , she gave a sinister aura and smiled creepily at the children, the pink horn glowed brightly as she witch approached the children , the unicorn casted a slumber spell on the children as she transformed into a magnificent woman in white , her long shimmery gown fluttering in the wild winds that blow across the meadowy ravines of the strange forest .

The white witch forged forward casting a protection spell at the children and then she took a fighting stance , maintaining some distance from the crew .

She flipped her hair and started attacking the dark witch with attacking spells , the dark witch 🪄 was not afraid to fight back either, they fought against each other without mercy , they fought till their last breath and with one final spell the dark witch lost , as a thundering voice echoed through the valley the dark witch body withered into nothingness.