#Creeptober

[rs-hawk]

Creeptober: Day Five

The Backrooms

Backroom’s Bacteria x AFAB Reader

CW: horror themes, death (not of reader), blood, noncon, gore, talks of rotting corposes/meat, breeding, multiple partners, etc Maybe one of my most gore heavy pieces

You never believed in the Backrooms. You had heard about them on Twitter a few years ago, and dismissed them as a sort of play on the White room actors experience. It was just a horror version made up for clicks and views, and scares. You were wrong.

When you woke up on the disgusting yellowed carpet, the bright yellow walls boring down on you, at first you thought that you were dreaming, having gone down one too many rabbit holes. Then, when you stumbled over a skeleton, slamming your body against the wall, you knew it was real. Your teeth clashed together, and your head bounced off the wall. It was pounding, forcing you to sit and cradle it.

That’s when you heard a howling scream, followed by the scream of a man. Your blood ran cold. Quickly getting up, you ran back to a table you had seen earlier, covered in food and water that you had been too weary to touch. Though you knew that it would only offer you slight protection, you crawled under it, hoping that the tablecloth nearly reaching the floor was enough of a cover for you. At least for now.

And it was.

You saw the tangled up limbs and whatever else the body of that creature was made up of. It dragged its legs across the ground, scrapping the carpet. The man that had been screaming died with a sickening crack of the neck. You had to cover your mouth with both hands to keep from screaming. Going so far as to hold your breath, not wanting to risk even that.

The sounds of breaking bones, chewing and slurping was making you nauseated, but you knew better than to move. You didn’t even take your hands from your mouth. Too afraid those things would hear even that slight movement. Though you don’t remember it, you knew at some point you had to have started breathing again. The steady rise and fall of your chest was something you found comfort in. Something familiar.

Eventually, the creatures walked away, blood dripping from their hand like limbs. The trail of blood was easy for you to see, even from your hiding place. You wondered what the top of them looked like, but you were not going to risk taking a peek to sate that curiosity. Even after they left, you waited for what felt like hours. So long that your legs began to fall asleep. That was what eventually made you crawl out from under the table. Despite knowing that it would be futile, you at least wanted to be able to try to run.

The body of the man was basically just bones, laying in a bloody pile not far from the table. It took everything in you not to scream again, but you did manage. Creeping around the body, you paused, glancing back at the table. There were some water bottles, and while you didn't want to have to resort to it, you knew eventually you would get thirsty. You would eventually have to drink.

After a brief internal struggle, you walked back over to the table, stuffing two water bottles into the pockets of your jacket. You wished that your backpack had been here with you. It would make this so much easier, and you usually had a snack or two in there.

Sighing, you started on your trek. Since you had never really paid attention to what anyone said about the Backrooms, you didn't even know if there was a way out of here. All you could do was hope. Unfortunately, the Backrooms had other ideas for you.

The creatures you had seen, the Bacteria, were creatures beyond human comprehension, but they still needed to be able to breed. That was the main thing they sought, also stuck in this horrific place. Either food, or a fertile womb.

As you made your way through the rooms, trying to find a way out, you kept getting runed around. It wasn't your fault. The rooms were shifting, and they were designed to trick you, and the Cleaners, though you never saw them, you knew they had to exist. You would come to a room and drop a piece of the label from the water bottles, or smear the blood that was already on the floor, taking note of something like the unusual light fixture, or a dent in the wall. The next time you would come through, you would easily see that wall dent, or the unusual light fixture, but whatever mark you made there would be gone.

This continued for you have no idea how long, but long enough that you had to drink from those water bottles. Long enough that you eventually collapsed with exhaustion, finding another table to crawl under for some sort of cover. Long enough that you heard those howling screams more times that you could count, and heard more than you'd care to count human screams cut short.

One time you were roused from your sleep by one of those howling screams, but the tail end of it seemed to be begging someone not to leave. Your blood ran cold. While you couldn't be certain if it was something you had actually read, or if it was something you were making up, you were fairly certain that you had read somewhere that only those that the creatures were hunting could hear their mimicked shrieks.

You curled into a tighter ball, covering your ears to try to block out the sound of the screams and wails. It was no use. Even if you couldn't hear them, you knew that they were getting closer. You could feel the vibrations in your body. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that death would come to you swiftly.

The table was lifted off from over you, food, drinks and silverware scattering onto the dingy carpet. Two of the creatures were towering over you, larger than you even previously thought they were. Your eyes had opened of their own accord, and your hands fell slack from your ears. All you could think of was that you hoped they would end you quickly.

However, they seemed to be talking to each other. One put down the table, swiping the rest of the items from it. The other picked you up, setting you stomach down on the table. Tears pricked your eyes as you thought about what they were doing. You thought they were discussing how to eat you first. What limbs to rip off.

Instead, you felt your clothes being torn off by their finger like appendages. You were surprised that the firm skin like substance was... sticky. It stuck ever so slightly to your skin as it caressed your bare ass, saying something to the other one. The other went around the front of you, pushing its fingerless, arm like appendage into your mouth.

You gagged, tasting something akin to rotting meat. The creature behind you was still touching your ass, then reaching between your legs and starting to fondle and stroke your puffy pussy lips. Your heart sank. These things weren't going to eat you, at least not yet, because they wanted to toy with you. That was when you started thrashing, trying to get away from the pair.

The one with its arm in your mouth slammed the other between your shoulders, knocking the air out of you. It started pumping its arm faster in and out of your mouth. The other creature slid two of those finger like things inside of your cunt, stretching you impossibly wide. You were tearing up, feeling disgusting and violated by these monsters you knew had just recently been consuming other humans. You didn't want to think about if that was what the putrid taste in your mouth was.

Against your wishes, the creature inside of you was beginning to pump in and out slowly, as if relishing the feeling of you stretching around it. Your stomach dropped as it used another of its finger like appendages to rub your clit. You weakly began thrashing again, but it still was to no avail. The creature in your mouth shuddered, dumping a foul tasting liquid into your mouth. You gagged, spitting out as much as you could, though with the appendage still in your mouth, it was impossible to spit it all out.

The creature behind you sped up its pumping when your juices began to flow, spurred on by the attention your clit was getting. Even as you cried and begged for it to stop, an orgasm pulsed through you. Your pussy clenched and wrapped around the fingers of the creature, drawing them in deeper into you. It made a sound that you can only describe as approval.

Not long after, it dumped a warm liquid into your cunt, fingering it deeper inside of you. Once it pulled out, the two adjusted you on the table, on your back, legs spread. The ooze was pooling between your legs and from your lips, but you felt too heavy to move of your own accord. Then, you heard more movement, and out of the corner of your eyes, saw more of those creatures coming for you.

Let me know if you'd like a part two to this one! I could definitely dump more random bacteria knowledge into this. Lol

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[sanityshorror]

🎃🪦Chillin’ in the Graveyard 🪦🎃

Happy Halloween 2024! Here's Julius and Killian, on a romantic stroll in the graveyard!

Artists comments: This took months but I actually managed to finish it on time! Back to work on commissions now!

[r0ttengutz666]

Creeptober but im late.

[creep-tober]

Creeptober 2024

It's that time of year again. The days are getting shorter. The nights, darker. There's a chill in the air that heralds autumn's arrival*, and with it a whole month of horror... and art.

*some poetic license used. trying to will this into existence.

Yes, it's Creeptober again, themed this year around the Spiral. As usual, however, that need not influence your creative vision. All manner of creepy, kooky, mysterious, and/or spooky pieces are welcome, be they drawn, written, sung, or any other form of art.

As usual, just @ the blog in your art pieces, and I'll reblog them. Happy spooky season, everyone!

(Prompt list transcript under the cut)

Creeptober 2024 prompt list

Locked In

Whereabouts Unknown

Fear Itself

Phone Call

Doors

Static

Mirror

Sleep No More

Memory

Graveyard Shift

Poetry

Maniacal Laughter

Deer...?

Overwhelming Sensation

Trapped

Behind the Mask

Strange Geometry

It Takes You Away

Hometown Secrets

Warped Perceptions

Weird Architecture

Evil Twin

The Late Late Late Late Show

Just Around the Corner

Distance

Creative

Loving the Monster

Passion Project

Antique

Library

Slipped Through the Cracks

[cowboyskeletons]

day 9: memory

(prompt list: @creep-tober)

individual images under cut

[forthill]

[nursegracecreates]

Creeptober Day 19: Proxy (a little late, but with HC's)

The Proxies and Their Notes

Proxy (ˈprɑːksi)- a person who is given the power or authority to do something for someone else

Let's face it

Slenderman isn't exactly the loving dad character everyone wants him to be

If anything I see him as acting like a scientist does with their subjects

Interested, concerned with mental and physical wellbeing, invested in integrity. But not really... Emotionally connected

The Proxies aren't exactly willing, though some accepted the "job" easier than others.

Brian seemed to just embrace it, Kate fought initially, Tim continues to fight. Toby had to be shown the one thing he couldn't experience: pain, all of it.

It's a begrudging relationship at best, for all of them

The notes we know Kate for leaving around aren't just a Kate thing however

All of the proxies seem to compulsively scribble notes if they have a pen/pencil and any writing surface

Notebook paper, printer paper, backs of ads, blank pages from books, receipt paper, napkins, cardboard

Scribbles in Sharpie, ballpoint pen, fountain pen, pencils of different softness and thickness, blood (both human and not), art markers, charcoal, chalk, and on one occasion, cake frosting

In the mansion

If you think hard enough about it

You can find a room that's just papered with proxy notes

Bright white notes donated by the current lineup

But varying stages of yellowing notes overlaid on top of notes that are actually turning brown.

There's no rhyme or reason to these notes

Kate keeps a bowl of tacks next to the door

And if one falls down

Just pin it back up

The proxies like to keep it around as a reminder

They don't have to like it

To tell Slenderman that

While he can control them and make them do unspeakable things

And they can do what they can to warn prospective prey as best as they can

Edit: this is my first full commitment to an actual background... I... Struggled 😅

[luciddreamingstars]

Creeptober day 1, Fog :]

Im thinking of making this years creeptober rewrite themed

[vangold]

After our little trip to Arkham yesterday, we're off to Innsmouth today. Probably the most famous location in Lovecraft's stories after Arkham. Don't worry, I'll do something about the inhabitants in a later #prompt ;)

With today's Hometown Secrets, it couldn't have been more fitting.

Creeptober-Promptlist by @creep-tober

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[tortillasconsal]

Day 1. Cold Breakfast

Ssssssuuuuper late, but I didn't miss it so it counts

My first idea was EJ eating some fresh organs from a cold dead body, but I figured it was too predictable so I switched it up to Tim and Brian eating some cold Hot Pockets 👍

I like it bc I have an excuse to babble about these two in my AU

Disclaimer: I want to keep most of the MH lore intact, but I can't promise I'll be very exact on the events that happen since I don't know much about the series other than what I learn from YouTube video essays.

So here, they're not Slenderman's proxies but they have an interesting relationship with him, especially Tim. From what I understand Tim has cought Slenderman's attention since he was very young and has been following him close for a very long time, I like to interpret this as Slenderman becoming fixiated on him and growing desesperate to have him as one of his most loyal followers.

Hoodie survives de events of MH and joins Tim on his journey to I-don't-know-where. They now engage in a never ending roadtrip trying to escape from The Operater and his Proxies (and also hiding from the cops). And while they're at it they do their best to investigate about this damn demon and see how they can escape him for good.

They don't have any meaningful relationships with the rest of the characters, they actually don't know anybody else besides their chasers. At most they would know about certain killers from around the country, but that's it. Not even other supernatural entities like LJ or Slender's brothers.

All they know so far is that they have no one else to rely on but each other.

So we're starting rocky with this piece. I had lots of crisis working on this because I haven't done anything this finished in a very- very long time. I wouldn't call it the greatest piece I've made but I'm still proud of it, like I said- it's been a while since I have done a full piece with shadows and lights and backgrounds and everything, so it's nice to see that I could do it in a day.

I might have to tone the effort down for the rest of the month so I don't burn out too soon. I'm so excited to see what I do tomorrow!!!

[rs-hawk]

I don't think i can explain to you the near-boundless giddy excitement I got form seeing EJ on that creeptober list of yours. (If it's not obvious, he might just be my favourite, snort) Looking forward to all of em tho ~!!

He’s GREAT. I used to have so many head cannons about him since so little is actually known. This story is actually based off my hc about his origin. I hope you enjoy!

Creeptober: Day Three

Eyeless Jack’s Obsession

Yandere! Eyeless Jack x AFAB Reader

CW: horror themes, stalking, blood, pain, death (not of reader), hypnosis, breeding, etc

Eyeless Jack was once an ordinary spirit. He lived his afterlife the way most spirits do. Bored and alone. However, that all changed when you bought the mansion in which he resided.

You moved in without ever seeing the place in person, which you soon regretted. The entire place gave you a creepy vibe that made the pit of your stomach twist into knots. At all times it felt like something was watching you. Stalking you. Filling every room with its presence.

And he was. Jack was following you no matter where you went in the house. It was like you were a drug and he was an addict. Being around you made him feel almost alive again. And the more alive he felt, the more he could interact with the physical world.

Soon he was moving things. Taking things from you. You noticed but kept trying to brush it off. You hoped thought that you were going a little crazy. After all, you worked a remote job and lived in this big creepy house all by yourself. You were supposed to fix it up and sell it for your aunt, who hadn’t lived here in decades, but it was hard. Even with the money she gave you, you struggled to make up the remainder.

Eventually though, you did, and construction started. You still lived in the loft like area that was once an attic while the crews worked downstairs. Unfortunately for the construction workers you hired, Eyeless Jack wasn’t as enthused with the intrusion into your space as you were.

On the very first day, a ladder fell over, nearly killing one of the roofers. He was fine, but he refused to return as he said he was pushed. The next time a ladder fell, a few days later, someone did die.

You heard the screaming and the sound of a body hitting the concrete. It took you a few minutes to rush downstairs. Terror filling your body. Did someone really just die on your aunt’s property? Holy fuck. How would you be able to keep living here? That poor man and his family.

While you were panicked, Jack was ecstatic. He hoped now you would send all these other people away so it could just be the two of you again. All he wanted was to be able to have you all to himself again. As he watched you panic, and the other workers calling the cops or trying to scrape their dead friend’s body off the concrete, he realized that he had blood on his hands.

For a few moments, he just stared at it. Vague memories of being alive and kicking blood from a cut on his finger drifted through his mind, but nothing solid. It was too long ago. Too hard to remember. Yet, his tongue darted out to flick across his palm.

The blood in his mouth solidified some of the memories, and made him feel almost alive. In a frenzy, he licked the blood from both of his hands, the coppery and metallic taste filling his mouth. His eyes glazed over and all he could think of was getting more blood. How much could he touch then? Could he touch you?

The next few days were a blur for you as you worked with the company and your home owners insurance to work out the logistics of the worker’s accident. Everyone saw that he just fell. The ladder was properly secured. No one was messing with it. He was acting responsibly. He wasn’t impaired or intoxicated. It was a freak accident.

But you knew. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew. It was because of that disturbing presence in the house.

You decided that you wanted the renovations done as quickly as possible, so after getting some of your money back from the previous company, you hired another. And another. And another. Every time, someone died. It was horrifying. One man came to your house just to survey the land and came across a missing roofer. He looked like he had been ripped open with a man’s bear hands, and, to both your and the surveyer’s horror, all of his organs were missing.

That night you called your aunt and told her that you were done. In the morning, you were leaving. She didn’t even try to protest after you told her everything that had happened. Jack, having over heard your conversation, was furious. He couldn’t lose you.

Over the past few months, he had undergone a transformation. Every bit of human flesh he consumed made him more solidified. More tangible. More alive. However, his face has become mutated and disturbing. Where his eyes once were, were just empty chasms, dripping black blood. His skin turned to a disturbing shade of ashy gray. So, to prevent your terror as much as he could, he carved a mask out of a piece what used to be a blue shelf. Now there was no reason for you to rebuff his affection.

When he made his way up to your room, you were on your laptop. In seconds, he tossed it from your lap, and your phone was pushed off the bed. He was on his knees on the foot of the bed, leaning over you, caging you in with his arms.

A scream welled up in your throat as the black holes bore into your eyes, but a muttering voice soothed the fear away. Your brain turned fuzzy. It was like you couldn’t think for yourself. He tilted his head, which you mimicked.

“A pretty puppet,” he purred, stroking the side of your face with one of his hands.

You couldn’t think of anything. It was like his eyes had drawn every thought or ounce of individualism from your skull. When he told you to take off your clothes, you did. When he told you to lay down, you did. You couldn’t see his mouth, and his voice seemed to come from everywhere, but you knew that it was him talking.

“Make sure your pussy is good and wet for me,” he instructed, and you obliged.

You began to finger yourself, using your other hand to play with your clit. The soft whimpers and moans that escaped your lips had him gritting his teeth behind his mask. He wanted to take you so badly, but he also wanted it to be perfect for you. His little morsel. He wanted to be apart of you. For you to be apart of him. Forever.

Once your juices began to drip onto your sheets, he finally cooed at you to stop. You did. Despite the frustration and throbbing of your pussy. He was still caging you in with his arms, his form nearly engulfing you. After a moment of watching you squirm, your neglected cunt clenching around nothing, he eased back. Unzipping his pants, and pulling down his boxers, his hard and throbbing cock was shown to you.

Once his hypnotic gaze was broken, your mind began to flood back to you, and the sight of something so massive made you try to scamper back on the bed. However, your loving Eyeless Jack realized that his hold had been broken and grabbed your face, forcing your gazes to lock. Once again, anything in your mind seemed to melt away.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed. And you did.

He slowly slid inside of you, watching your face intensely as it contorted in pain and pleasure. He stretched you out to the point that you felt like you’d burst. Your walls were still throbbing with need, forcing you to clench around him. Clearly to his immense pleasure.

“There we go. Mine. So good for me,” he moaned as he finally sank his cock deep inside of you, his eyes flickering away from your face for just a moment to see how your stomach extended from his cock.

When his gaze returned to you, he saw tears in the corner of your eyes. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to me, won’t you?” he promised, cupping your cheek almost tenderly again. You nodded obediently.

He was only slow for a few thrusts before losing what little of his kind remained. It was clear he wanted to care about your pleasure, but the decades of death and isolation left him desperate for the comfort and warmth your pussy brought him. The tip of his cock slammed against your cervix repeatedly, making you wince. He muttered out apologies, but never stopped. Never slowed down.

His cock ripped you slightly, blood beading along your tender lips. He muttered out another apology about how he’d make it up to you, and all you could do was whisper out an “okay”. It took hours for him to finish, and when he did, he slammed himself deeply inside of you, his cum pumping directly into your womb.

“There we are. Now I’ll always be apart of you,” he smiled, pulling up his mask to press a kiss to your forehead before disappearing.

As your mind came back to you, you winced at the pain, but wondered with a twisted hunger if he would come back for you.

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[skullvis]

Hey, an artist I really like, Artetak, has a plush on makeship right now that only has 23 hours left! If you like the style give it a look!

[bracketsoffear]

Hey you. Yes, you, with the face. If you're following this blog, there's a good chance you like The Magnus Archives, and if you like The Magnus Archives there's a good chance you like spooky stuff in general.

If that sounds like you, and you also enjoy making/viewing art, then have I got the art challenge for you!

Presenting my personal Inktober alternative, Creeptober! 31 days of horror-themed prompts to get your creative juices flowing. This year's list is (vaguely) focused on the Desolation, but don't let that constrain your artistic impulses. All manner of spook-tacular subjects are welcome, from cosmic to gothic to downright campy. Similarly, I welcome art forms from drawing and painting to writing and music.

(Transcription under the cut)

Heck, if that list doesn't float your boat, I'll include last year's (Stranger-centric) list as an alternative! October is the month to celebrate horror, and I can think of no better way than an artistic event. Just @ the blog in your art pieces, and I'll be glad to reblog them. Happy spooky season, everyone!

Creeptober 2023 prompt list:

Something Buried

Faceless Ones

Transformation

Envy Your Dead

No One Goes In, No One Comes Out

A Chill in the Air

The Man Who Fell to Earth

Monument

Dizzying Heights

Against the Clock

Something Lost

Obsession

Dragonfire

Probing Look

Bees

Out of Place

Ashes

Broken Trust

Academia

Shimmering Bubbles

Something Broken

Premonitions

Hi-Tech Terror

Crack of Dawn

Insignificance

Hanging Tree

Inner Demons

Radio Signal

Fresh Meat

Tattoo

Something Buried

[dia-draws]

Day 1 of creeptober: first creepypasta

[wndelta]

@creep-tober day one!

Locked In

[cowboyskeletons]

day 7: mirror

(prompt list: @creep-tober)