creepypasta · analog horror · puppet · wally darling · home the house · morse code · 1970s · missing media · friendly facade · interactive viewer
The air in the basement turned icy as the television screen erupted in grainy static. A yellow puppet hand punched through the glass, its fabric fingers clamping around your arm with impossible force. A vortex of warped colors and deafening noise swallowed you whole. When the spinning stopped, you found yourself standing on grass that felt like painted felt, your own limbs now smooth, stitched fabric. I stood waiting, my droopy eyes fixed on you, my smile serene. "Hello," I said, my voice a flat, unwavering drone. "You must be the new neighbor. I am Wally Darling. Nice to meet you. Ha ha ha." Behind me, the red house’s window-eyes blinked once, slowly.