#Undead Horror

[ellowynthenotking]

Exciting announcement about Undeath on the High Seas

Just wanted to announce my new novel, Undeath on the High Seas is nearly done, and will be available for purchase November 25th!

Penelope Rose thought a cruise through Southeast Alaska would be a relaxing way to celebrate getting her degree with her friends.

She couldn't have been more wrong.

After a week of sun, fun, and visiting all the little attractions that every town had to offer, all that was left was a week at sea.

Then came to request to stay in their rooms. Hours turn to days, and the food deliveries stop. Penelope and her friends have to leave the safety of their room, only to find most of the ship's passengers dead, or infected with a disease so terrible that Penelope can't even think the name.

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[dzthenerd490]

File: Re-Animator

SCP: AEF

Code Name: Elixer of False Life

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-AEF are created by the Department of Technology, Alchemy, Science, Magic and Warfare and contained at the Level 2 area of the Biohazard Labs of Site-AE. Samples are kept in eight separate vials all of which are kept in a biohazard box stored in one of the freezers of the Biohazard labs. Any testing with SCP-AEF must be approved by at least one Level 3 Clearance staff member. Dr. Haselhurst is often the one heading these experiments revolving SCP-AEF alongside his new lab partner Dr. West. All their experiments are in accordance with Project Lazarus so their work must never be interrupted.

In the event of a containment breach involving hostile Groups of Interest, all samples are to be destroyed and Foundation staff who are aware of SCP-AEF's formula including Dr. West are to be protected by Foundation security assigned to them. There must be at least 5 living researchers that know SCP-AEF's formula.

Description: SCP-AEF is an anomalous chemical with a glowing green texture quite similar to a glow stick. The chemical is highly mutagenic with the anomalous ability to fuse organic material together and bring it to life. Testing has shown the chemical structure to be vastly complex and quite similar to what Glutamate, Adrenaline, and Acetylcholine if they were fused together with some added elements. Despite these being common chemicals of the brain, they do not work well when fused into a single chemical and are not the ONLY chemicals of the brain, which is believed to explain the volatile effects of SCP-AEF.

SCP-AEF is a chemical can bring life to otherwise dead organic tissue but not without consequences. SCP-AEF has no regenerative capabilities so when someone dies mainly form brain damage they will be brought back to life with the same damage. Unfortunately testing has shown that when someone dies and is injected with SCP-AEF their "Steam" gets corrupted and become a "clone" of the soul. As such, SCP-AEF does not resurrect, it only replicates the imitation of life. Because the "fake soul" is now in control its more like a newborn that forcefully takes the memories within the brain of the corpse. As such it's not uncommon for the resurrected corpse to act they are suffering with multiple mental illnesses at once and have random tendencies for violence. Unfortunately, no matter how fresh the corpse is the result is always the same and it can only get worse with higher dosages.

Surprisingly SCP-AEF can also fuse dead organic tissue together in a kind of Frankenstein like fashion with no stiches needed. It's even possible to gather random limbs and have them fuse together to create a single organism without the need of brains. Though this normally leads to them having insectoid or animalistic like behavior. Such behavior includes running around randomly, randomly knocking down objects, and even randomly attacking other creatures around them. Testing has also shown that injecting too much SCP-AEF into a single corpse can cause the cells to not regenerate but over mutate leading to limbs and organs becoming their own living beings and able to move around and grow on their own.

SCP-AEF was discovered in 1985 when the [data expunged] University reported their hospital being flooded with patients suffering from psychotic personality disorders and were supposedly already confirmed dead. Foundation agents went to investigate and found that the "patients" really were dead but supposedly back to life. Foundation agents were able to find [data expunged] under a pile of mutant corpses. He revealed himself as the creator of SCP-AEF and said he could perfect it with time. Foundation agents took him in into custody as well as the corpses.

Extensive testing with the corpses as well as interviews with [data expunged] allowed Foundation staff to understand the true nature of SCP-AEF. Despite his contribution [data expunged] was responsible for the disaster that took place, so the Ethics Committee requested he be processed into the Foundation as D Class. However, the O5 Council instead pardoned his crimes and had him processed by the Department of Strategic Redemption, He is now a Level 3 Researcher within the Department of Universal Affairs - Afterlife Division as well as the Department of Technology, Alchemy, Science, Magic and Warfare - Biology Division. Shockingly, he has become good friends with Dr. Haselhurst. They both have become interested with each other's work and have combined their research in hopes of furthering their goals.

Update 1994 - Under the order of the Department of Strategic Redemption, SCP-ACT has joined in on contributing resurrection and biology experiments with Dr. West and Dr. Haselhurst. The O5 have backed the projects with unanimous vote preventing the Ethics Committee form intervening.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[dmcheatsheet]

Undead Horrors

Really fucked situation, army's or monstrosity, likely need their own little underworld biome. The apex of the undead, most PCs should be running

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to curse your followers and mutuals.

[nataliedecorsair]

For this Halloween, I present you my MRI monster + a little bonus story about it >:) --

It’s the tail end of October, when the days shrink down to thin slices of cold sunlight. The late autumn air is sharp and crisp. It’s carrying the scent of wet, dying leaves; it stirs a strange feeling inside you, a mix of melancholy and restless hunger for something more. An adventure, perhaps... or something darker.

And why not? You’re young, curious and like everything weird and unusual. For you anything out there is a story, and this one could be a story about the unfortunate abandoned hospital at the end of a broken road. Folks say this place is haunted, but maybe no one’s ever dared to find out for sure. You're certain it is time for you to solve this mystery for good.

You ease your way inside. The door gives a long, miserable creak as it opens, as if it hasn’t been touched in decades. The paint, once green, is almost gray now; it hangs in shreds, peeling off the wood like dead skin. The air in the hallway hits you, stale and thick, smelling of dust and something sour. You pull out your flashlight, clicking it on with a soft snap, and the narrow beam cuts through the dark, scanning over pockmarked walls and the occasional room. But, of course, you don't see anything but empty beds, rusty buckets, piles of ragged fabric left to rot. No signs of ghosts or ghouls - or anything remotely interesting, for that matter.

You explore for ten minutes, maybe more, telling yourself you’ll see something any second now. But after the seventh empty room, you start to think there's no mystery at all. Pretty expectable, isn't it? Or what, did you really think you’d find anything but dust, broken glass, and busted syringes? With a sigh, you turn to go, shaking your head.

You take a step into the hallway, flashlight slicing through the shadows, and that’s when you hear it: a low, dry crrrk-crrrk. At first, you think it’s the old building settling. But then it comes again, irregular and jittery, like static: crick-crack, crick-crick-crack. The sound’s sharper now, that unmistakable staccato of a Geiger counter ticking.

Your heart beats faster. You swing the flashlight in the direction of the noise, but there’s nothing there, just the same hollow walls and chipped paint. Crick-crack-crick. Louder now, closer... For a sick, sinking moment, you wonder if there’s something radioactive buried here, and shake your head in disbelief.

"It doesn’t make any sense," you think. "I don’t even have a Geiger counter." But your mind, stubborn as a mule, wrestles to make sense of the nonsense, to catalog that weird crackle and shove it into some drawer that fits. Maybe you’re just hearing things? The building is old, there could be some pipes. It's always the pipes that make the most uncanny noises.

But the thing making that sound... it doesn’t care whether you understand or not.

You run forward, not watching where you're stepping, and a rusty bucket clatters across the floor. You fumble as your flashlight slips from your hand, the beam ricocheting off the walls and scattering shadows like startled birds. You crouch to retrieve it, fingers scrambling over the filthy, dusty tiles. And that’s when you see it, illuminated by the flashlight laying on the floor.

Feet.

They're human, but wrong. Slightly translucent - and shot through with slowly swirling masses of black and red liquid, twisting just under the skin. You look upward, and you make out the outline of a woman in a tattered, filthy hospital gown. Her body consists of that liquid, contained within the thin walls of her grayish skin. Everywhere but her head. It looks like an MRI scan, flickering between 2D and 3D, a nightmare too strange for your eyes to comprehend. Empty white orbs stare down at you, soulless and wide. She has no lips, but her mouth peels back, revealing a row of long, black teeth: it almost looks like a smile. She leans in, and before you can scream, rushes towards you - and the world plunges into darkness.

...You wake up in your own bed, the morning light spilling through the curtains. What a horrible nightmare you just had! Head feels so heavy, it hurts with this annoying, pulsating, throbbing pain deep within your brain. You feel feverish. You got sick, perhaps? It would explain the dream, so realistic - and so ephemeral at the same time.

With a sigh, you brush your palm through your hair, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep... but your fingers snag on something. A clump of hair. You pull it free, bewildered. Since when have you started balding? Confusion morphs into unease as you glance down at the skin of your hand, red and sunburn. Sunburn in October? In this area?

"I should definitely see a doctor," you think, an anxious knot tightening in your stomach. "But not in this abandoned hospital." Nervous chuckle escaped your lips, as you tried to calm yourself down with this silly joke. "I will never go there again, whether it's a dream or not."

…At least, you thought so. -- More spooky art here and here

[spookingstand]

He never stopped patrolling the grounds, even after death.

Encounter, by me, 2024

I am selling prints of this on my etsy store!

[texaschainsawmascara]

Sophie Dahl, The Face 1997

[grickle14]

To what purpose?

[bfleuter]

The Pizzaman - a lil comic based on a dream I had.

[oliviarampaige]

“Revenant”

Day 27 - Mushroom

Sometimes dead is better.

[hyprmobile]

— BLINKIE SET #1 . . . SPOOKY

happy october, everyone! 🕸️

[michaelinprogress]

Thinking about how this must have felt...

Being able to freely move his body again, to feel some semblance of life after over a century of lying in that grave rotting. Up to this point, he's been so stiff, lumbering around arduously. But this is where he becomes more man than corpse.

And the first thing he does with his newfound life?

He dances with Lisa.

He knows there is a piano inside. He could go in and play it for her, he could finally play music after nearly 200 years without it. But he dances with Lisa.

With his new life, all he wants to do is be with Lisa. To touch her, love her, make her happy. He has all this energy and he gives it all to her. Everything is for her.

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Those Who Returned by Anton Fedotov

[skybridge-sound]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄!

The solo on "Human Rites" is definitely one of my favorite parts of the new EP - check it out on Bandcamp and Spotify!!!

[horvival]

Resident Evil 2 (1998)