Genre: Horror
Plot: After discovering a mysterious VHS tape, Steve plays it on his TV, only to find it's a bizarre recording that seems to mirror his actions. But as the tape continues to play, a malevolent entity is unleashed, forcing Steve to flee for his life around the house. He seeks refuge in a closet, but... [No spoilers, hehe]
Tags: Horror, Supernatural, Paranormal, Psychological Thriller, VHS, Creepypasta.
Prompts: "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back."
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The attic was a treasure trove of forgotten memories, dusty trinkets, and old relics. Steve's fingers danced through the cobwebs, uncovering a mysterious VHS tape. The label was worn, but the words "Erebus" were scribbled in red ink. A shiver ran down his spine as he wondered what kind of video would be labeled with a name that meant "darkness" in Greek mythology.
As Steve carefully made his way down the creaky attic stairs, the VHS tape clutched in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. What secrets would the tape reveal? He had always been fascinated by the supernatural and the occult, and this mysterious tape seemed to be calling his name.
The air was thick with the scent of old books and dust as Steve entered his living room. The TV, an old CRT model, sat in the corner, its screen a blank canvas waiting for the video to come to life. Steve's heart beat slightly faster as he popped the tape into the VCR.
As the VHS tape whirred to life, the TV screen flickered, casting an eerie glow over the room. Steve settled into his favorite armchair, his eyes fixed on the screen. The video began to play, showing a distorted, black-and-white image of a room. But it was unlike any room Steve had ever seen. The walls seemed to twist and writhe, like living serpents.
The camera panned across the room, revealing strange symbols etched into the walls. Steve's skin crawled as he realized that the symbols seemed to be shifting, rearranging themselves in a maddening pattern.
Suddenly, the video responded to Steve's movements. It was as if the tape was aware of his presence. Steve's eyes widened as the camera zoomed in on his face, reflected in a distorted mirror.
"Whoa, that's freaky," Steve whispered, his voice barely audible.
The TV screen flickered wildly, and a dark, gooey substance began to seep out. Steve tried to step back, but his feet felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot.
"What's happening?" Steve's voice trembled.
The substance coalesced into a humanoid figure - a black, amorphous entity with glowing red eyes. Steve's heart racing, he tried to scream, but his voice was frozen in his throat.
The entity began to move towards him, its presence filling the room with an unspeakable horror. Steve's paralysis broke, and he sprinted through his house, desperate to escape the entity's pursuit.
But as he ran, Steve realized that the entity was changing the layout of his house. Doors led to strange, unfamiliar rooms. Corridors twisted and turned, like a maze.
Steve's breath came in ragged gasps as he stumbled through the ever-changing house. He could feel the entity's hot breath on his neck, its glowing red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger.
Steve's feet pounded the floor as he sprinted through the twisting corridors. He dodged into a narrow closet, slamming the door shut behind him. The closet was cramped, the air thick with the scent of mothballs and decay.
Steve's ragged breathing was the only sound as he huddled in the darkness. He strained his ears, listening for any sign of the entity. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the creaks and groans of the old house.
But then, Steve heard it. The sound of footsteps, heavy and deliberate, echoing through the corridors. The entity was closing in.
Steve's heart racing, he fumbled for his flashlight and turned it on. The beam of light illuminated the closet, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Steve's eyes scanned the cramped space, searching for any possible escape.
The footsteps grew louder, and Steve knew he had to move. He flung open the closet door and sprinted down the corridor, the flashlight beam dancing wildly ahead of him.
Steve dodged into a nearby bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. But as he turned to lock it, he saw that the door handle was covered in a thick, black goo. The entity had sealed the door shut.
Panic set in as Steve frantically searched for another way out. But every window and door he tried was sealed shut with the same black goo.
Steve was trapped.
The entity began to make its presence known, the black goo spreading across the walls and floor like a living thing.
Steve's eyes scanned the bedroom frantically, searching for a new hiding place. But every door and window was sealed shut with the black goo. He knew he had to think fast.
In desperation, Steve darted into his bedroom closet, slamming the door shut behind him. Panting, he fumbled for his flashlight and turned it on. The beam of light illuminated the closet, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Steve's heart racing, he leaned against the closet door, listening for any sign of the entity. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of his own ragged breathing.
But as he caught his breath, Steve realized his mistake. The flashlight's beam was a beacon, calling out to the entity. He tried to switch it off, but his fingers felt clumsy, as if controlled by an unseen force.
The closet door creaked ominously, and Steve knew he was running out of time. The entity was closing in.
Suddenly, the black goo began to seep under the closet door, spreading across the floor like a living thing. Steve's heart racing, he knew he was trapped.
The entity's glowing red eyes appeared under the door, fixed on Steve with an unspeakable hunger. Steve's scream was frozen in his throat as the entity began to ooze into the closet...
The entity's glowing red eyes drew closer, filling the closet with an unearthly light. Steve's heart racing, he pressed himself against the back of the closet, desperate to escape the entity's gaze.
But it was too late. The entity's presence filled the closet, its dark, amorphous form seeming to fill every available space. Steve felt himself being engulfed, consumed by the entity's twisted, nightmarish world.
"Curiosity killed the cat," the entity whispered, its voice like a cold breeze in Steve's mind, "but satisfaction brought it back."
As the entity's grip tightened, Steve's screams were drowned out by the sound of his own heart, slowing to a stop. His body went limp, his eyes frozen in a permanent scream.
But Steve's consciousness didn't fade. Instead, he felt himself being pulled into the entity's twisted realm, trapped in a living nightmare from which he could never awaken.
The police found Steve's body in the closet, his eyes frozen in terror. They searched the house, but found no signs of forced entry or struggle. It was as if Steve had simply died of fright.
The police were baffled by the case, unable to explain the strange circumstances surrounding Steve's death. They closed the case, attributing Steve's death to natural causes.
The entity remained, waiting for its next victim, its presence echoing in the empty halls of Steve's house.
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[A/N]: I'm sorry this is so short. I didn't wanna add too many details and just ruin the tension.
Thanks for reading!
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