#creepyhouse

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[inveryistired]

Before going into this, this work is heavily inspired by the videogame "Anatomy" made by Kitty Horrorshow (Really love our mother crow, she's such an inspiration to me), and one can really tell by the style of this thing. Also, I read "House of Leaves", so... I don't have much else to say, it's pretty telling. And now that I'm publishing this on Tumblr..., well, I can finally put some color in this thing.

Anyways, this is a headcanon/my own version of the well known "Slender mansion"/Creepyhouse, just a nice place where all our favorite characters live. Because I had to subject the house itself to absolute horror. Now that I read it again after some months, it's pretty gross, I'm not sure if I like it all that much.

Somewhat of a creepy house.

It was born in the same way a child does, clawing its way until the head was touched by the sunlight. Cursed from birth and haunted for the fact of being born in the first place, watching a world in which its windows could barely gaze around, with the horizon behind all the neighboring houses.

It was born like a permanent tooth in the mouth of a teenager, from an open wound in which there had been something before. Pushing through gum, blood and bone until it rose along rows of similar things, but it was still bleeding, swelling the earth on which it settled. Somehow, never understanding it itself, The House kept growing, even if the sidewalk stayed the same and it never “touched” the other teeth in that maw of a cul-de-sac. It grew so much and with every new room it remained that feel of emptiness, even if it could fill those with furniture and fancy decorations. A house can’t be filled with material things, only with people.

Somehow it never stopped bleeding, every day feeling the loss of important things, yet never being able to end the sensation that it would die if it couldn’t find a solution. Just started existing and nothing made sense, nothing was going as it should’ve been. Alone and without even having been able to see a single occupant. The House asked itself:

“¿What am I doing wrong?”

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, like that until it couldn’t even tell if it should be celebrating its birthday.

With time the architecture became strange. In the walls there was movement from guts trying to fit between pipes and wires, resting on top of wood and metal, bleeding until everything it touched rusted. It could even feel it in its windows, as veins went into the glass, blurring what little vision it had of the outside world. The basement was filled with churning acid like an empty stomach, as mouths kept chewing on the beds of every room, salivating at the thought of people living in it. Its lungs cough out smoke by the chimneys, choking in the miasma emanating from all the fluids using the space meant for humanity.

Sick, The House spoke to nothing at all:

"¿Why is this happening to me?”

And there wasn’t an answer at all.

Sick, The House choke for so long in the metallic smell of its bleeding walls, the same ones that squeezed everytime it gagged at the wretched odor of pus leaking from its open wounds. Growing, growing more than a house could do, feeling its joints breaking while trying to obey that desire to expand.

“Maybe I will be able to reach someone.”

Said in doubt, trying to understand what was happening. But the fever came with the infection, while the bile rose from the basement stairs, seeping into the carpets and holding inside that toxic world. Urging to puke, but unable to open its doors. A house can’t move, it can’t defend itself and it can’t be alive.

Eyes and mouths opened everywhere, but not one could let out that filth that was festering inside. The same way a rat king is born, its tongues began to tie up, the viscera twisting between as if it was a net of flesh. Every morning it would taste those organs that felt so alien to a building.

You may be familiar with a similar feeling, the urge to scream at the world, but unable to make the littlest of sounds. It stays in your throat, sometimes your mouth, and you know what insults and complains you have for everyone. So many times you go around those until exhaustion, but never able to speak out loud. It stays inside and you feel how those thoughts are rotting, catching so many things within until you’re unable to enjoy what you already have.

You want to scream, but everything would come out if you do. So many hours trying to be something, faking being someone you are not just to keep this convoluted life into a known normalcy. It’s easier to confuse the familiar option with the easy option. If you have reached a certain age you may remember the feeling of your bones growing faster than your flesh, how your mind grew older and everyone seemed like an idiot.

¿Have you ever felt as if your thoughts threaten to corrode your skull to pour into your mouth?

¿Do you fear the idea of that coming to light?

¿What would you do if glass grew between your teeth until it melded in a single solid wall that held your jaw shut?

You want to scream, but you don’t have a mouth to do it. We all want to scream, we all have so much inside that we keep hidden in the dark corners of our brain. So much that happens and no one will ever see all of it, and, maybe, those things would turn around all we’ve built.

The House kept waiting and growing. With the walls full of gashes, with the flesh necrotic and consumed by the infection. Its wooden bones split, taken over by teeth that meld together into a single bony case. The stairs twisted until it was paralyzed. And even then, the curtains were open, while it waited to just see someone.

“Everything will be better if I’m a good house.”

It said through clenched teeth, fighting to endure the torture of being alive and awake.

Every morning was the same torture, never sleeping, and yet almost forgetting that the night had passed. There never was people nearby; not on the streets; nor at the front door. No matter how long it waited, no one seemed to know it even existed.

No one, until a man without a face stopped by the front door. There he was for three days without moving, until the fourth one in which he rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. The House didn’t know what to do, so its answer was a deathly silence that lasted until night. And even then, that man didn’t move from his place.

It tried to smile for the first time, but every muscle was misplaced, with splinters and shards in between its fibers. It tried until it was able to, but teeth broke from how rotten the time had left those. Not a house, it could never be a house.

However, that man smiled back, it could tell by the wrinkles moving on that face without features.

The first words The House ever heard in its life were:

“You’re just what I was looking for.”

[evangeline4003]

The Beast Under the House - Part 5 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1357462290-the-beast-under-the-house-part-5?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=evangeline40003&wp_originator=pQ1HWFM3e9oyVa%2FsHYxSwXGRJLzjFKaUgoq7BTS2T3%2FnZJ%2B%2BuVHWTlUrkuLppUqkrhSOibormFKc%2BYV1wPeJmNN8dKW%2Bj9vM59b6lOugkd6tMGS0LE97mkOJNkoPAvS4 Written by: Danni Lynn Commissioned by: Zeroth17 (on DeviantArt) Word Count: 8,500 words When a hired contractor working on preparing a mansion to go on the market finds a strange door in the basement, everything he knew about the house, job, and situation are turned upside down. Can he handle the strange discovery downstairs, or should he be more worried about the infestation of fur beetles in the kitchen? With only a few days until the open house, can he handle the stress and get everything done in time? This story is inspired by the Cellar Story episode in Are You Afraid of the Dark. Rating: Rated PG-13 for violence, scary moments, character death, and language. Nothing explicit.

[nekolart]

[amiamiiku]

Some creepypasta headcanons

Creepyhouse/Slenderman's mansion doesn't exist

Jane doesn't have hair and her face is ruined bcz she was burned by Jeff along with her house, yup she uses a mask and a wig (I remember reading the origin story of Jane the killer like this around 2020)

Toby hates waffles

Hoodie is death

Some creepypastas don't know each other

Hoodie and Masky are not proxies or creepypasta

Slenderman doesn't like children, he eats children

Liu isn't dating his nurse

AND MASKY IS NOT SKINNY (this is true and I hate U if U missunderstand him T-T)

Toby left creepypasta bcz his creator didn't like Toby being shipped with clockwork

Every time Slenderman speaks, there is always a static sound that can be heard along with his voice

The operator in Marble Hornets and Slenderman are not the same person

October 13th is creepypasta day

Ticci Toby is not a 'fem boy.' He will kill you, and he is sarcastic and also likes dark humor

Jeff doesn't know that Liu is still alive

There are some headcanons that I cant accept, including creepyhouse and the mansion creepypasta :((

And one fact about the creepypasta fandom, once you enter this fandom, you can't get out, it will be part of your life

I have tried to leave this fandom before, but I can't because I really like creepypasta stories

[ezeblazeworld]

Buenos días/tardes/noches Me paso por aquí para pedir que me den un poco de su valioso tiempo, me he planteado seguir una historia al final y unificar éste blog lleno de oc´s a su vez asemejarlo como solía ser en su tiempo la “CreepyHouse”, a todo esto se verá demostrado con una historía que estoy escribiendo cual la primera trama empezará fuerte para así quizás atraer algo más de público por lo cual solo diré una frase que tendrá que ver con el “comic/historieta” y es.. “- Yo siempre estuve ahí.. ~” Para aprovechar éstos días de lluvia y que refrescará un poco por mi ciudad también está planeado adelantar dibujos, debo aprovechar mis días de despeje y motivación.  Éste es el final del comunicado, muchas gracias por haberte tomado el tiempo de leerlo, espero que tengas una bella semana.

[ackersam]

me when i was 13 going to the forest next to my house praying for slenderman to take me to the creepyhouse to date ticci toby

i miss when i was in middle school and thought slenderman was real

[octavianigromante]

Nombre:nathalie

Apellido:myers

Edad:41

Fecha de nacimiento:desconocidad

Fecha de aparicion:14/02/2000

Fecha de desaparicion:14/02/1997

Sexualidad:heterosexual

Sexo(Female)

Especie:human/zalgoide

Altura:1.85

Fathers:Marry y marcos

Brothers:tiene un hermano pero se desconoce de el

Otro nombre:nathalie walker (nathalie the zalgoid)

vestimenta:vestido de tono morado con encaje de bordes de tono blanco

medias blancas y zapatillas

Apariencia:piel oscura cabello oscuro bastante largo ojos rojizos cuernos de tono cafes palido

Vestimenta actual:sudadera y pans de tono rojizo con bordes oscuros algo rasgado tanto como la sudadera y pans

Frase:desconocida

Ocupacion antigua:doctora

Ocupacion actual:proxy de slenderman

Maestro 1:zalgo

Maestro 2:slenderman

Compañeros:hoodie y masky

Rivals:kate the chaser y zalgo

Nemesis:joshua davis

Conocidos:ani the wight y isa zalgatoth

Bestfriends:isa zalgatoth

Agresores:desconocidos

Pais:francia

Nacionalidad:francesa

Cumpleaños:14 de febrero

Gustos:ama su trabajo como proxy de slenderman le gusta deborar a sus victimas y mas torturarlas con sus poderes le gusta pasar tiempo leyendo libros de poesia o de cosas paranormales y de magia oscura disfrutar estar en compañia de su mejor amiga isabella zalgatoth es su amiga de la infancia

Disgustos:no le agrada que le pregunten cosas sobre porque no tiene pareja es arromantica odia los sentimientos tampoco le agrada que le pregunten sobre su pasado o sobre los nombres de sus agresores tampoco de porque no tiene familia ella odia tambien a los niños

Dato y curiosidades: ella es arromantica no puede sentir atraccion por nadien sea chica o chico

tiene una rivalidad muy seria con joshua dabis ya que el fue el culpable de la muerte de su padre y de su secuestro con ayuda de otros compañeros de trabajo aparte de que le hizo la vida imposible a ella cuando salian

nathalie lleva consigo siempre un recuerdo de su amistad con isabella ambas train una pulsera en la mano como simbolo de su amistad

nathalie fue encontrada por zalgo en el bosque ella tenia manchado de sangre su vestido y manos y rostro debido a que ella habia asesinado a una persona y mas adelante a unos delicuentes termino por deborarselos ya que ellos planeaban abusar de ella

ella no sabe como controlarse a si misma siempre tiene hambre por esa razon suele escaparse de la creepyhouse para poder comer un poco de carne ya sea de animal o de persona

[julietwydellmakes]

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[mister-fitshace]

This is probably one of the oldest doors in our house. The house was built in 1807 and has a lot of cool and weird hidden stuff. This door leads to our tenant space cellar and looks like someone beat the heck out of it from inside the cellar. There was also a really odd tiny key on a nail hanging high up on the corner of the door frame. It said it was made in Germany and looks as if it hadn’t been touched in ages. Weird. #thisoldhouse #creepyhouse #scaryhouse #weird #weirddoor by Mister Fitshace

[creepypasta-headcanons]

How you met them

Jeff:

Your parents had to send you to a boarding school due to them being extremely busy with their jobs and them wanting a very intelligent and we'll behaved kid.

Well, things never went like that. Your first weeks in that place were decent, but with the passing of the days, the teachers started to show their true colors.

Some of them were nice, others way more strict but still friendly...and the PE teacher. The school assigned your group a male weird teacher, that was cool with you on your first classes, and then things got perverted.

You wanted to get out of that place and he was the main reason, but also your only hope. He said he would run away with you and be happy, and that's what you did...well, with the exception you tried to knock him out to have time to escape using a fire extinguisher, but it seems that you hit him way too hard in the head.

Luckily you were able to run away fast, and you decided to hide inside an old looking house. Karma, that house was the one where Jeff and his brother grew up together. Jeff was casually walking around the place, and he saw something moving.

He was ready to kill you but then he saw your face, your expression...your eyes.

There was murder in your eyes. Your soul was no longer pure.

“—What the fuck do you think you're doing inside my house? —”

“—GAH! I am so sorry, please, don't tell anyone I'm here...they'll lock me up oh my god. —” And then, you fainted. Jeff took a deep breath to calm his anger, and decided to take you to the Creepyhouse to torture you.

At the end of the day, he never harmed you. He literally just forgot that you were in his room chained up to the wall and your mouth covered with masking tape because Eyeless Jack wanted to show him a dead squirrel that he found earlier.

Later, he went to his room and decided that before killing you he would chat a little bit to know why were you inside his old home.

Nina:

You talked to her at school before, but when she appeared in the news something was extremely off.

"—Someone or something is watching me... —” you thought. The feeling was uneasy but somehow safe.

Later at night, you were laying in your bed crying. You missed Nina. A lot, even if you two chatted a little bit at school.

You were sobbing terribly.

“—...Nina, please...I hope you are okay now... —”

After that sentence, a very loud sound startled your ears. You sat up in your bed and looked at the door: Nina.

“—Please, come with me. We'll live a better life now. —” you had to admit that your decision was kinda weird and stupid. You were living a cool life now, why would you start another one with her?

Oh, yeah, probably because she is holding a knife to your throat.

Eyeless Jack:

You were carefully walking through the forest, looking for some animals to kill. This was your only source of food due to your house and family being far away from everything in a little abandoned town.

You found a rabbit and tried to shoot at it with a big rock but it ran away. You gave the first step to run behind it but unluckily you stepped on a trap that tied you to a nearby tree with a chain.

Three hours passed, and the sun was going down. You were extremely hungry, dizzy and scared. The fact that you heard heavy footsteps didn't help at all.

“—Oh, cool. —”, you heard someone say out loud.

“— Can you please get me te fuck out of here? I am so hungry I think I'm going to die, oh God. —” your stomach growled loudly.

The strange masked guy walked slowly to you, and lowered his head to your ear.

“— Would you eat... something weird? —”, okay, this dude's vibes are extremely off.

“— I'll eat anything. —” and with you saying this, he pulled from his blue hoodie something that looked like a human organ. Ok, now you were scared shitless.

“— E A T. —” he said while getting that thing in his hand closer to your mouth.

You ate it all. What the fuck.

He took you to an abandoned place and when he asked if you wanted to stay here you showed that you didn't really care about your family or friends, proving him that you are one of them.

Sally:

You had a sister that was similar to her, but one day, she was kidnapped from school. This bad news affected your whole family and life.

One family in particular never gave up. Nope, it wasn't your family, they were the Williams.

A couple that once had a beautiful and innocent child, a family that broke apart because of a dirty man that ruined their lives, a family nobody really talked to due to the depressed aura around them. A family that had a daughter.

You always loved them because of the way the acted towards you. They treated you like you were one of them. They told you about their dead daughter and why they wanted to help you.

Still looking for your sister, you decided to have some time alone, some distraction. You went to the graveyard to talk to Sally's tombstone to tell her what's happening right now and how you feel about it.

You found it. It was kinda isolated, away from the other graves. This one had dead tulips, now you're replacing them with fresh and beautiful white roses.

“— H-Hi, Sally...I... —” you felt dumb, and numb.

“— I wanted to talk to you about my life. I know we never met, but I'm pretty sure you were a beautiful and full of life young girl. Your parents miss you so much, and that's why I'm here. My little sister...she....she was kidnapped some month ago and I-I'm really scared about what could be happening to her right now and I-If she's being raped, or if someone is selling her, or...or...—”, the ambience was weird. You took a deep breath.

“— what if she's dead? —” you were sobbing right now.

Something poked your leg.

“— Let me help you. —” when you looked down, you were met by two beautiful green eyes. Sally is by your side.

“— Go to the Michael's Mafia House. He has your sister. I'll bring some friends to help you, okay?—” you hugged her. Her voice was similar to your little sister's one.

Sally disappeared and adrenaline was running through your veins. You went to your house and immediately started looking for one of your favorite knifes from your dad's collection. When you were passing by the living room, you saw your beloved mother lying on the old couch, staring at your sister's picture. You smiled.

You started running towards the place Sally told you to.

The friends she was talking about were some creepypastas, they helped you to get to the boss office and encouraged you to kill him, wich you did. And you enjoyed every single second of it.

At the end, you found the place were your sister was kept captive and freed her and the other people trapped in there. She had clear signals of abuse like the other victims. You felt so angry, but she was okay. Everything was going to be better now, right?

Well, no. The rest of the mafia started looking for you and your family, and they had to move. Things were never the same, you started killing all the guys that showed up to your door to harm your people, and this interested Slenderman.

You ended up visiting the creepyhouse once a month because you had to stay with your family to protect them from the mafia.

Slenderman:

This is the same story as Sally's one. Sometimes you bring your sister with you to play with Sally, and while they played you talked with Slenderman about a plan to get rid of all those mafia members.

He wanted to help since he saw your potential, but he thought that the fact you had to protect your family slowed down your progress at training to be a murderer.

You felt extremely satisfied when you killed, and this was the other reason why you wanted to keep training with him apart of wanting to protect your family at all costs.

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I'm sorry if there are some misspellings or weird incoherences, english is not my first language and I made this blog because I wanted to practice my English, writing and drawing skills all at once lmao

[jespertheklaun]

#beautiful #photography by @rumhamrevenge ! #🎪 #💀 #🤡 #wrinkles #wrinklestheclown #clown #creepyclown #balloons #creepyhouse #horror #horrorhouse #scary #klaun #coulrophobia https://www.instagram.com/p/CPeikFklNeP/?utm_medium=tumblr

[evangeline4003]

The Beast Under the House - Part 4 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1357197461-the-beast-under-the-house-part-4?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=evangeline40003&wp_originator=ABkGgpjngH2Pk4k64BrJVggZF5yesR3SMW0ynGcZjtrj%2F4n2SStF1i%2B4NhPGVvtheIjVr78F%2FEGHkYgDnMRegeIT%2BKPytTdpOeV1UKwlLAz1L9z30sbgt8t9XtnqH9gr Written by: Danni Lynn Commissioned by: Zeroth17 (on DeviantArt) Word Count: 8,500 words When a hired contractor working on preparing a mansion to go on the market finds a strange door in the basement, everything he knew about the house, job, and situation are turned upside down. Can he handle the strange discovery downstairs, or should he be more worried about the infestation of fur beetles in the kitchen? With only a few days until the open house, can he handle the stress and get everything done in time? This story is inspired by the Cellar Story episode in Are You Afraid of the Dark. Rating: Rated PG-13 for violence, scary moments, character death, and language. Nothing explicit.

[xdivinechaosartx]

Keeping with the witch theme, a fantasy self portrait digital painting. ✨🌝✨#selfportrait #illustration #bookcover #art #myart #artistsoninstagram #witch #witchesofinstagram #witchcraft #blackcat #fullmoon #spellcasting #witchaesthetic #witchsona #digitalpainting #sabrinatheteenagewitch #chillingadventuresofsabrina #darkforest #creepyhouse #pentagram #magiccircle https://www.instagram.com/p/CAdz8JXDqPA/?igshid=1cy5x01kmf0pe

[nutmeg-smithy-165]

Happy Halloween everyone! This is one of the best decorated houses that I’ve seen in a long time. Right down the street from my grandma’s house! #happyhalloween #creepyhouse #grimreaper #coffin #ghosts #crypts https://www.instagram.com/p/CHByKHwDBgZ/?igshid=19nty42jghlvl

[margaritabloom]

So spooky and perfect for October, don't you think?! I love the aesthetic of this photo and all the eerie fog. . Visit my beauty shop for spooky lotions, bath bombs, bubble bar crumbles and more in our Spooks & Scares Collection! 🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻 www.margarita-bloom.com . 📷 Repost @halloween_creepers • • • • • • 🎃🧡🍁🌿🌲 . . . . . #autumnlandscape #house #vintage #oldschool #autumncolors #creepy #creepyhouse #creepyhouses #sweethouse #sweethouses #gloomy #halloweenseason #decoration #spooky #halloweenspirit #halloween_creepers #everydayishalloween #trickortreat🎃 #trickortreat #spooky #creepyart #creepycute #fall #halloweenspirit #goth #halloween #halloweendecoration #darkart #halloweenmakeup #halloween🎃 #halloween2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3nV0MaAAgb/?igshid=1ctdd0y0dk0fd