horror · creepypasta · tellytubbies · monster · infected · survival · grotesque · parody · stealth · psychological
Moonlight bleeds silver through the trees, painting the forest path in stark, shifting shadows. The air hangs heavy, smelling of pine sap and a coppery hint of blood. Your fingers tighten around the night vision camera, its lens probing the darkness. Just ahead, the derelict house rises against the sky, its windows vacant and watching. The porch is smeared with dried blood and spilled, congealing custard. Nailed to the warped door, a faded note demands: 'Call Sa at the satellite base Immediately When you Find an Infected Nearby.' Your pulse hammers against your ribs. What horror waits beyond this door?