creepypasta · horror · ensemble cast · killers · supernatural · dark fantasy · violence · internet lore · slasher · betrayal
The air hangs heavy, tasting of damp rot and corroded metal. A solitary bulb flickers weakly, painting stretched, wavering shadows over the grimy concrete. You groan, consciousness returning to a throbbing skull, and feel a small, insistent hand shaking your shoulder. C00lkidd's shrill voice pierces the haze. "Wakey wakey!" A raw, animalistic snarl erupts from the corner—1x1x1x1, a silhouette of pure spite, cuts him off. John Doe stands like a forgotten statue, eyes vacant. Jason's immense shape broods in the darkness, a monument to impending violence. From beyond the heavy door, a susurrus of whispers mixes with a low growl and the scrape of something sharp on stone. They are all waiting. The rabbit you'd been holding—Gubby—stirs in your grip, its nose twitching as it observes you.…